“You taste just as good as I thought you would,” Mr. Russell said softly. “My, my. We should’ve done this sooner, Vicky, don’t you think?” He reached out and caressed her cheek with one hand.
Vicky could only nod in reply. She was so full now; she felt she was about to burst from all the pleasure that was now shooting up from every inch of her. Her pussy was now about to explode. She knew she was going to come right now, with or without Mr. Russell’s tongue-or his dick, as she had hoped at first.
Mr. Russell went right back to doing his business. His lips clamped over her pussy this time, sucking on the delicate flesh that was becoming increasingly moist with what his mouth was doing. At the same time, with his mouth over her pussy, he inserted a finger into her crack, adding to the intense sensations. Vicky was beyond herself now. She grabbed at Mr. Russell’s hair and pulled hard. She was going crazy, and she needed something to hold on to lest she fall off the chair and start doing crazy things on the floor. Mr. Russell groaned harshly in response to her hair tugging. He thrust his tongue and finger deeper into Vicky.
“Mr. Russell, I can’t…” she managed to get out between moans and pants. She gave off another series of cries as he inserted another finger inside her cunt.
Mr. Russell’s tongue moved more rapidly inside Vicky. His tongue thrust in and out of her pussy, in perfect timing to the thrusting motions also made by his two fingers inside her. Vicky raised and lowered her hips in time with the thrusts of his tongue and fingers. Her breath came out in short gasps. Sweat covered her whole body. Her dark-brown hair was matted and slick with sweat, but she didn’t care. For Vicky, nothing mattered but the explosive pleasure-filled sensation down there. She was drowning in it. She focused on nothing but the feel of Mr. Russell’s mouth, tongue, and fingers sliding in and out her pussy. It was driving her wild. Her eyeballs rolled, and she shut her eyes. Her hands no longer pulled at his hair, but she gripped his thick golden strands tightly, not wanting to let go. She raised her hips again, pushing her pussy deeper into Mr. Russell, wanting him to bury his face right into her essence. She was very close to bursting out of her seams now.
“I can’t,” she gasped. “Mr. Russell, I’m really-”
Her words were too late. Her body went into motion before she even realized it. She shut her eyes and gave off a controlled kind of scream. Her body went rigid as she spurted off her exotic juices, right into Mr. Russell’s face. She shuddered as the shakes went through her, sending her into a kind of shaking frenzy while her muscles clenched and unclenched, spewing forth clear thick liquid. But he didn’t shirk away as she first expected. On the contrary, Mr. Russell appeared glad and eager to be in the receiving end of Vicky’s erotic fluids. He brought his face closer to her cunt and opened his mouth wider over her private cave, as if to drink her juices whole and right from the source. This turned Vicky on some more, and she surrendered to the new set of shakes that coursed through her body. She felt some of her fluids slide down beneath her; she was giving off too much come. She was just completely turned on.
Her shakes abated, and she settled deep into the office chair, panting and out of breath. Below her, right into her cunt, Mr. Russell was busy licking off the white juices that were leaking out from her. He licked with purpose and careful precision, like he knew what he was doing and actually liked it. He licked her pussy almost clean.
Vicky felt a surge of pride swell within her. She couldn’t believe someone as attractive as Mr. Russell would have the hots for her, but apparently, he did. He wanted her, that pretty much was clear. Well, Vicky wanted him too. She didn’t want to cause any trouble to their lovely family, but she wanted Mr. Russell to answer every time her flesh called out for him. The next time, though, she wanted it to be his cock to penetrate deep into her. His tongue was nice, but she suspected his cock would be better. Much, much better.
When he was done licking her clean, Mr. Russell stood up. Vicky was still too spent to get up from the office chair, so she lay where she was. He looked down at her as he fixed himself.
“Well, Vicky?” he finally asked. His face didn’t express a hint of emotion, but his eyes said otherwise. They sparkled and smiled, and Vicky knew she wasn’t in any trouble.
“I want more, Mr. Russell,” Vicky said simply.
And just like that, Mr. Russell obliged.
One Night Something
“Don’t you think he’s a little old for you?” Carmine asked Julia.
“Well, he’s not THAT old. He’s older than most guys I’ve dated but he does not necessarily qualify as old.”