The atmosphere of a normally busy work day in a business office is so radically different from a quiet Saturday when the monstrous office buildings seem to be taking a breather. James Groten was delighted! There was not a sound to be heard as he sat behind his desk reading the outline for the new prospectus he was about to write.
Some thirty floors up in the clouds over the vast city he felt as though he had ascended into another world. From his window he could see the winding river in the distance. Taller buildings with their pointed spires grew up all around him. As his ears grew more and more accustomed to the profound silence, he could distinguish the faint ticking of the water cooler out in the corridor. Once he heard it gurgle, and for some reason, this amused him.
Then suddenly, abruptly, the caressing silence was shattered. He heard a door slam shut down at the far end of the corridor. The noise waves rushed with explosive force into his ears.
Someone had come in the office entrance foyer.
He heard the swift, evenly paced tap-tap of a woman's high heels coming down the corridor in his direction. He looked up.
"Good morning, Mr. Groten!"
It was Alice Duerr.
"You surprised, James?"
"How did you know I was here?" he smiled. He was really pleased to see her. She sat on the edge of his desk. The folds of her coat had opened and he could see a long expanse of sheer nylon pantyhose right up to the crotch of a brief pair of hot pants hugging her vagina, molding and outlining her hairy mound.
She lit a cigarette. "Called your house. Had something important to discuss with you." She dragged on the cigarette and exhaled. "Found you were here. Your little daughter has a lovely voice. Sounds bright!"
James thanked her for the compliment.
"I'm not disturbing you… too… much, am I?" she asked, a foxy grin in her deep eyes. She had a lovely face. She was wearing her long hair as a frame around it, and he was impressed.
"Nope… not too much," he grinned. "I did want to deliver this thing by early next week. It'll put us a month ahead, if you know what I mean."
"That's what I came to talk to you about. I would have phoned, but there's no way to reach any of the interior phones on weekends or holidays." She unbuttoned the top buttons on her suede coat. She slid it off her shoulders. He caught his breath. "So I just came on down. You're not the only one with a key," she laughed.
Her breasts, under an impossibly tight leather bolero vest which revealed more than it obscured, were positively fabulous! Her long arms were stark naked. The vest laced down the front and he had no difficulty in seeing the wonderful curves and the mysterious dark cleavage between her tantalizingly beautiful globes.
When she stood up and hung her coat up behind his on the office door, he caught his breath again. The hot pants hugged her rounded buttocks like a glove. The crack of her ass dividing her luscious bottom cheeks was unusually exaggerated, the soft initial curves of her swelling buttocks excitingly visible.
"I've never seen anything so sexy!" he exclaimed.
"Thank you, James. Believe it or not, I did it for you." She sat back down on the desk. This time she balanced her high-heeled foot on the edge of his chair. She was facing him. She hugged her knee up to her chin. She stared smilingly into his eyes.
"I think I treated you rather shabbily when we were in the apartment," she said softly. "I don't know what got into me, pushing you around like that. Forgive me, James, pretty please?"
As she leaned forward, he could smell her delicious perfume. He could see her flesh between the wide laces of the bolero vest. As she leaned to stub out her cigarette, only half smoked, he saw her left nipple. It was erect and full.
"I guess I forgive you, Alice."
She took another cigarette from an open pack on his desk. She bent forward as he lit it for her. Her long hair almost caught fire. They both laughed.
"Does my little costume arouse you, James?"
She stood and spun around on her tiptoes, thrusting her buttocks back at him, then bending half over, then giggling and standing up straight, throwing her bare shoulders back and thrusting out her massive breasts.
"Need you ask?"
She laughed. "Stand up. Let me see… if I do excite you."
"No."
"Oh, James… James, why you're embarrassed, aren't you?"
"So would you be," he grinned. His cock was fully erect, smothering inside his shorts, pressing up against his hairy stomach, almost reaching up to his belly button.
"Stand up. Let me see, you dirty young man!"
He felt his face blushing, his blood rushing up to his head. He felt sweat trickling in his armpits. But he stood up. Alice Duerr gasped.
"My God! Look at the size of that prick!"
Hearing the word prick in the office stunned his sensitive ears.
He blushed again.
"James," she said seductively, "want me to take it out for you, darling? Want me to? Want to walk around the office with your prick hanging out?"
"You're vulgar," he said, "but I love it." He stood in front of her. She kneeled. She looked up at his face. Her hand brushed over the front of his pants. Her fingers outlined his prick from the base to the tip. Then she bent her head and brushed her lips across his pants. His prick throbbed.
"James, I wanted to do this to you from the first time I laid eyes on you… believe that?"
Without waiting for him to answer, he watched her fingers unzip his fly. Then he felt her warm hand entering the fly. He felt her fingers searching for the opening of his underwear. Then she touched his bare prick. He felt a terrible churning in his balls. He began to quiver. When her fingers curled around his naked staff, he gritted his teeth.
All this while she was staring up at his face, watching his reactions as her fingers began to stroke and caress, as her fingernails crawled delightfully up and down. Her thumb snapped against the head of his prick.
"I'm going to take your prick out and look at it, James. Then… James…" she paused, still manipulating his prick, but lightly, "James, would you like me to… to kiss it for you… like how you kissed me… my cunt… back in the apartment?"
James Groten was groaning as she kept purring. Down on her knees, James could see the full swelling curves of her magnificent breasts. She was breathing more and more rapidly now. She looked up again.
"James, want me to suck it?"
She took it out of his pants. "Oh, James, look here. Look down here," she cried, holding it, her fingers curled around the staff, her hand moving gently from side to side. She blew hot breath all over the head of his cock.
"It's leaking, James. It wants to come, doesn't it? He wants to shoot, doesn't he?"
With this, she glanced up once more and then, opening her lips, glided his thick, hot prick into her mouth. She took all of his prick down her throat. Then she pulled back, coughing a little. Again she sucked his entire, shaft into her mouth. Then she pulled away again. Using her pink tongue, she began to flutter it from the top of his cock down to the hairy base. Finally she took it back into her sucking hot mouth and worked on it violently, jerking it with her one hand. Swaying it from side to side, she began pounding it against her cheeks, on her nose, up to her chin before she'd dive back onto his cock and he would see it vanish into her mouth.
He didn't know how much more of this he could take without coming. All his strength was now stored in his balls and they were pounding. When he felt her fingers squeeze his testicles, he gritted his teeth once more. But this gesture was useless!
He exploded right into her sucking mouth, his come spitting out furiously, bombarding the inside of her cheeks. It coated her teeth as she sucked furiously, her cheeks billowing, her eyes opening and closing and then staring wide as she felt his pounding cock quivering inside her mouth. She swallowed every gob of hot sticky ooze, almost gagging – until he stopped holding her head and stopped pumping into her face as if he were fucking her cunt.
For the longest while Alice Duerr kept his prick inside her mouth. Then she let it slip out. She held it tenderly. She kissed it all over. She kissed his balls as she held them in the palm of her right hand. Her tongue slashed his hairy testicles, then her lips nibbled at them while her fingers massaged his softening penis.
She stood up. He held her close. Her tongue went into his mouth. They kissed ravenously, Alice pinching his buttocks, her hands moving up and down his back as she pressed her massive breasts against his shirt.
"Well," she sighed, breaking away. "Now how did you like that?"
"I've got to sit down," he smiled. "I don't know what to say."
"Say thank you," she smiled back at him. She sat again on the edge of his desk. Again she put her high-heeled feet up on the edge of his swivel chair. She picked up the cigarette but it had gone out. He gave her another. He lit it for her. She dragged in deeply, her deep, penetrating eyes never leaving his.
"I was really thirsty, huh?" she laughed.
"And I was like a fountain. Unbelievable!"
"Well, James… now that that's over, maybe we can get down to a little business, huh?"
"You're too much… too much!" he laughed.
As they worked together efficiently, the time flew. They went out for lunch and hurried back, Alice's sexy outfit almost creating a panic in the small Italian restaurant.
At about three o'clock they were both pleasantly shocked to find that they'd finished the job.
They went into Alice's private office. She let him slide down her hot pants, then her sheer transparent pantyhose. She sat up on her desk. He sat in her chair. She raised her knees up over his shoulders. He buried his face in her hairy crotch and sucked her clitoris until she was writhing frantically, screaming and groaning.
"I want you to fuck me," she murmured. "I want your prick up my cunt, James."
"Come home with me," he said. "We can be alone there. I'll send the kids out to the movies, okay?"
"Yes. Yesssssss… yes! Suck me all over again! Suck my cunt… ohoooooo, James, eat my cunt… and then… then… ohoooooooo, then we'll go… we'll go to your place…"