Bolder By Design

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“Sit here, darlin’,” she said, in her sexy voice as she sat me in an office chair in front of a huge computer monitor. “Let me show you what I can do for you.”
At that point, I could think of several non-computer related things that I wanted this lush goddess to do for me, but I dutifully nodded and tried to focus on her words.
Her pillow like breasts pressed against my back as she leaned over my shoulder and pointed at the screen, going on about concepts foreign to me: domain names, host servers, gigabytes and other geek talk. I didn’t understand a word of it. Matter of fact, I was finding it almost impossible to concentrate at all on her words with her face so close to mine, her scent washing over me and those tits boring a hole into my back. I wanted to touch them.
“Don’t worry, sweetie,” she said, laughing at my obvious discomfort. “Joanne will take care of everything.” Everything? I thought hopefully, my eager dick by now trying to push its way out of my jeans. I shook my head, trying to clear my head of thoughts of what she could do for my poor, aching cock. It needed her badly.
I breathed a sigh of relief when we took a break, and she headed off to the kitchen to grab a couple more beers. Looking around her cluttered desk for something to take my mind off my raging hormones, my eyes lit on a small, glass sculpture. It was long with elegant curves and swirling colours. I was staring at the shiny thing, trying to figure out what the hell it was, when Joanne came back in the room. “Like my dildo?” she asked with a devilish grin as she handed me the freshly opened can of beer.

“Uh…” I stuttered, shocked not only at the fact that she kept a dildo out on her desk but also that she admitted to it so freely. Liz didn’t own a dildo. She had no need for one. In fact, if she had owned one, its only use would be as a decoration or a statue…a statue celebrating her sexual coldness.
“Hey, a girl has needs,” Joanne cooed, leaning back over me as she put her own beer on the desk. “After all, it’s not every night I find myself in the same room as a handsome man with a hard dick. You do have a hard dick, don’t you?”
I started at her words, but that was mostly because her probing fingers had just landed in my lap and found said hard dick. She gave a sultry chuckle as I jumped.
“Honey,” Joanne said, her fingers massaging gently, “you act like having a hard dick is a bad thing.”
I groaned as she expertly kneaded my swollen cock. “Well, up till now,” I said, “it kind of has been a bad thing. My girlfriend,” I started, figuring honesty was the best policy. “She says she doesn’t do sex.”
Joanne stopped her expert ministrations long enough to level a cocked eyebrow at me. “Well, darlin’, that is just plain fucked up,” she said bluntly, shaking her head as if in disbelief. Then she smiled, turned the chair I was sitting in around to face her, and began to unzip my jeans. “Personally, I think that a hard dick is pretty much God’s gift to womankind, you know?”
I moaned a little in response, not exactly able to articulate my feelings as her fingers gently pulled my raging rod out of its confines. I tended to agree with her, especially as her tongue began to snake its way around my swollen head. I hadn’t had a blow-job in so long that I’d almost forgotten how good it felt, but Joanne’s wet mouth was bringing back fond memories.
And damn, the woman was good! Her fingers tight around the base of my aching dick, she slurped and slobbered over my fat head as though it were the tastiest cock-flavoured ice cream ever, and then slid her tongue slowly up and down my swollen shaft.

Cradling my sensitive ball sac with her other hand, she gently manipulated the hard nuggets as she began to suck my dick slowly into her mouth. I groaned as she increased the suction, pulling my cock inch by inch into her wet mouth until she’d swallowed damn near the whole thing. And then, god love her, she began to moan, sending glorious vibrations up and down my shaft as her tongue swirled madly around the sensitive skin.
“Jesus, Joanne,” I muttered. “You are good at this.” I felt, rather than heard her chuckle, as she slowly slid my fat rod out of her still suckling mouth.
“You don’t get to be my age without learning a thing or two about pleasing a man,” she said, and then she began to inhale my dick again. I leaned back into the office chair with a satisfied sigh as she began to blow me for Hot , her fist stroking the base of my cock as her mouth bobbed up and down on my fat mushroom head. She slurped me in deep, her tongue slithering around my head, and then pulled away, tickling my already drooling pee slit with her lips before diving back down again.
Grabbing hold of her bleached blond hair, I pulled her closer and began to hump her mouth. My dick tickled her tonsils as she took me deep with each suck. Her fingers still had hold of my balls, and she increased the suction, squeezing harder on my rapidly swelling sac. It wasn’t long before I felt a familiar pull deep inside of me, and I began to groan as I fucked her mouth even harder. [read on..]

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