Submitting to Her(32)

She patted the bed next to her, and I climbed on board, crawling my way up to my appointed position.

"Lie down, on your back, so I can get a good look at you," she said.

I did as she asked, and she began to stroke my chest, then my whole body, checking out the firmness of my muscles, the texture of my skin, and finally a most attentive examination of my hard cock. Prodding me and poking me as though performing a medical.

"You have a nice cock, Jones," she said. "I think it's one of my favorites."

"Thank you, Ma’am."

She lay between my legs, and caught me quite by surprise by ducking down to slip the tip of my cock inside her mouth as she gripped it firmly by the base.

I groaned long and hard at the intense heat that enveloped my swollen helmet. She sank down on my shaft, and after so long with zero activity, I worried I was going to erupt in her mouth any minute.

By no small miracle I held it together until she withdrew.

"You'd better not come until I tell you, Jones."

"No, Ma’am."

She flicked her long brown hair out of her face, and sank down on my cock once again, her lips stretching around my shaft, her hand squeezing the base while she alternately sucked, licked and bobbed up and down on my hardness, the heat and wetness of her mouth holding the very real threat of taking me over the edge, risking me failing to comply with her order.

"Feel good?" she asked, her lips smacking as she briefly withdrew from me.

I could only groan, and she smiled broadly at my inability to express myself beyond a caveman noise. Pumping me, licking me, shaking her silky cocoa hair over my skin as she sucked the end of my swollen manhood, I wondered if she wasn't trying to set me off, doing her best to make me break her rule. I had to try to hold on, though - she had not consented to my release.

I'd been insanely good at sticking to her rules so far in our relationship - I suddenly wondered, was she disappointed I wasn't giving her more opportunities to punish me?

Somehow I held on, and now she lifted herself up on all fours, and I sat up to meet her kiss, placing my hands gently around her head to suck on those sweet lips, sharing a short but affectionate kiss.

"Back to work, Jones," she said softly, playfully, sitting up in my lap and slipping one strap of her bra over her shoulder, her expression clearly indicating what she wanted.

I slipped the other strap down, to reveal her beautiful breasts, so prominent, so begging to be sucked. I took one of her stiff pink nipples into my mouth, breathing in the scent of her perfume and her skin as I swirled my tongue around over her soft flesh.

"Oh, that's nice," she moaned softly, reaching behind herself to remove the neon pink bra completely, allowing me to kiss all the way around her breasts, the top of her stomach and tease those hard little nipples with my hot mouth.

But she stopped me, pushed me back on the bed, and between my legs now managed to slip off her panties, leaving her breathtakingly naked.

"You know, Jones, I used to have a crush on you?" she said, kneeling up again, as I pushed myself up to kiss her stomach, my hands reaching around to caress her bare behind.

"No, I didn't, Ma’am."

She pushed me firmly down again, placing her hands firmly on my upper chest as she now straddled my stomach, and then continued to move up my body, placing her left knee beside my head, her right foot beside my bicep so that her exquisite pussy now arrived over my mouth. It was already glistening with her juices, and I could detect the musk of her arousal before she even touched down onto my eager lips.

"I did everything I could to get you to notice me," she said. "But you were so dedicated, so professional - you completely ignored me."

I trailed my tongue through her slippery folds, tasting her wonderful tangy juices, and she began to stir her hips as I lapped at her tender lips.

"I thought I was too young for you - but guys don't normally mind that too much, do they?" she said, and I could see she was massaging her breasts as I sucked her clit into my mouth.

"Funny how things turn out, huh?" she asked.

"Yes, Ma’am," I said, before I was stifled by her pressing down on my face a little harder, grinding her pussy against my mouth.

She said: "I was always going to be promoted to head of department, you know. That's what they hired me for."

Well, that explained a few things. By now, I didn't even care she'd gotten the promotion instead of me - I felt thankful things had turned out the way they had.

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