I'd never done anything like it before. Never had a man so completely so completely entranced me that I couldn't help myself and I lost all control.
I should explain. My name is Jane. I'm a forty-five year old professional woman with my own business. I went to college and graduated with a degree in accounting. Filled with the drive to succeed, stood for the CPA exam, passed, and opened my own accounting firm. I was committed to its success and devoted pretty much all of my time to the business, often neglecting my social life. One morning I woke up, discovered I was in my mid-forties, and realized that I didn't have much to show for it except for a large bank account.
It was during this time of crisis that I met Jeffery.
It was nearing tax time, that time of year when accountants are busy twenty-four hours a day. Jeffery had made an appointment to see one of my associates, Karen. She was unable to see him, and since I was free, Jeffery was passed on to me.
What can I say? He walked into my office and I immediately lost myself in his eyes. They were a deep glacial blue, clear and piercing. Even though he was sitting on the other side of the desk, I felt as though his stare saw right through me. His hair was full and dark and I could tell there was a nice body underneath the athletic cut of his suit. And there was something else: aside from his hard masculinity, there was something soft and vulnerable about him as well. I hadn't had much time for sex in my life and had usually limited it to quick transient relationships. But I'll admit it: this guy got me moist.
He nervously held several manila folders filled with receipts and other paperwork. He was clearly ill-at-ease. I introduced myself and asked how I could help him.
"It's about my taxes," he began.
"Well you've come to the right place," I joked. "We just might be able to help you."
He smiled, then sighed. "Ordinarily I do my own," he said. "It's just that this year, well, things have gotten a little more complicated than I'm comfortable with."
That's a red flag. Clients who do their own taxes generally do them one way: wrong. "What's happened this year to make things different?" I asked.
He sighed again, and I felt a tug at my heart and my crotch. "Well, I used to file married joint, but this past year my wife left me and I got divorced. I'm not sure how to handle the stuff she was responsible for." He said this while staring down at the floor and when he finished, looked back up at me.
Divorced! That explained everything! Here was this complete Adonis of a man with beautiful eyes sitting in my office, so strong and so weak. II looked at him, imagining his strong body coursing on top of mine and did the most unprofessional act of my entire career.
I got up from behind my desk to walk to the office door. Locking it, I said: "and she left you? How long ago?"
"Just over a year. For another guy."
"And are you seeing anyone now?" I asked, hoping the answer was no, wanting him with my very core.
I leaned up against the desk next to him. I was wearing a small, professional business suit with a short black skirt.
"No," he said.
"That's good," I said. I took his hand, saying: "I think I know what will help you."
I sat down in his lap, straddling. He was completely shocked, and began to protest. I put my finger to his lips to quiet him and then kissed him. He responded coldly at first but quickly warmed to my advance. Our tongues swirled about; it was a kiss of sweetness.
I reached down to fondle the hardness I felt growing between his legs. I was not disappointed and quickly unzipped his pants. The warm bare flesh of his cock immediately sprang out. It was large and beautiful and, for as long as I wanted it, it was all mine.
I slid down to the floor, pushing his legs apart with my hands. I then grabbed his cock, stroking it softly. I heard him moan above me as I slowly took it into my mouth. His cock wasn't too long; I'd been with longer in my life. But it had the right amount of girth: enough that it was almost a stretch to get my mouth around, enough that I knew sliding it into my pussy would be sheer heaven.
I felt his hands grab my hair, holding my head still as I sucked his cock. I kept stroking his shaft as he bucked his cock in and out of my mouth. He was moaning quietly, afraid of giving us away to the rest of the office. I felt him pulse and knew he was about to come. Then he grabbed my hair tightly, plunging his cock into my mouth as it erupted white salty warmth. I swallowed every drop.
He let go of my head and I stood up. He looked exhaustedly at me. "I don't know about my taxes," he said, "but this certainly is helping."
I stood up and took off my shoes, pantyhose and underwear. I dropped it all to the floor beside me as I sat up on the desk. I placed one leg on either side of his chair, allowing him a good view of my pussy. I raised my skirt invitingly. "You know what they say about the gander and the goose," I purred as I rubbed my hard clit. I was gushing with desire; I don't remember when I had been so wet.
Jeffery immediately buried his face between my thighs. He certainly knew his way around a pussy; his powerful tongue found its way around the folds of my flesh, centering on my throbbing clit. He flicked that tongue back and forth over that most sensitive part as he slid a finger into my depths. It was ecstasy, pure and simple, and it was all I could do to keep from screaming out. The scent of my arousal filled the room.
I shook as I came and the waves of pleasure emitted from my clit rocked my entire body. He pulled away from my sex to look up at me. I'd swear he was smiling, but all I could see was his eyes.
Everything was a complete blur. I don't remember when he slid that beautiful cock into me. I was only aware that he was on top of me, that our bodies were sliding against each other. We rocked back and forth, joined together by cock and cunt. He held himself above me, thrusting with abandon. I floated below, not on the desk, but on pure sexual pleasure. There was no pretense about it; we were fucking pure and simple. Nothing more and beautifully nothing less.
Racing towards orgasm, he pounded into me. My cunt was awash with climax after climax. Then I felt his thrusting grow more insistent. It was stronger, more delayed. Then with a final push, his cock came inside me. We rested stilly, sweaty from our passion. He withdrew his cock from my pussy, his come leaked out onto my desk. I stood, grabbed a tissue from my purse and wiped it off. I took the folders with his papers and spread them out to look at them. At a first glance, they didn't seem too complicated.
"I think I'll be able to help you. But you'll need to make another appointment."
He readily agreed.