Bolder By Design

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She didn’t back away, not my experienced Joanne. Instead, she took me all in and then some, murmuring encouragement as I suddenly exploded and flooded her mouth with a fresh shot of jizz. With a shudder, I unloaded again and felt the burn from deep in my balls as it spread through my raging shaft to spewed out into Joanne’s mouth. The woman kept up her grip, stroking me deep and hard until she’d pretty much milked me dry, and I sagged back into the chair.
Licking a trace of spunk off of her swollen lips, Joanne grinned at me. “Maybe now you can concentrate so we can get some work done, darlin’,” she said, her eyes glinting.
I grinned back weakly at her and nodded, zipping up my pants and trying to pretend that I actually gave a shit about anything other than the delicious tremors still coursing through my cock.
Joanne jumped up, grabbed us a few more beers and returned to my side, where she once again tried to explain web design. She spouted more computer jargon at me: Flash animations versus gifs, nav bars, interactive forms and more. The words swirled around in my head, like the colours in her dildo, making no sense whatsoever, although the tremors in my dick seemed to increase with every other phrase.
“So what do you think?” she finally asked when she finished up her spiel. She looked at me expectantly.
“Uh,” I said, ever the eloquent speaker, “I think we should fuck.”
She burst into laughter, and at first I thought I’d ruined any chance I may have had at scoring an encore. But her next words eased my mind.
“Damn, I thought you’d never ask,” she said with a wicked grin. Sucking your dick made me more horny.”
With that, she picked the fat, glass dildo up off of her desk and began licking the tip suggestively. One hand slipped down into the neckline of her tight T-shirt, and before I knew what was happening, she’d popped one fleshy tit out of its confines and was swirling the spit-soaked dildo around a fat nipple.
“How ‘bout we trade places,” she said sweetly, indicating the chair I was sitting in, “and you lick my pussy first? Is that okay?” Okay? My dick leapt in my pants at her words. It had been years since a woman had told me what she wanted sexually, and I liked it. I instantly did as she said, and she settled into the chair, spreading her fine legs wide while still nibbling on her shiny dildo. I kneeled down and pushed up her skirt, and I was greeted by the luscious sight of an old-fashioned garter belt and stockings, and, even more appealing, the complete absence of knickers. My dick twitched again at the site of her naked pussy, nicely furred and already glistening with her juices. Her scent wafted up into my quivering nostrils as I dove in.
“Mmmm,” she sighed as my tongue pierced her soft pussy lips and began to explore the wet flesh beneath. She tasted musky and rich, and I inhaled deeply as I let my tongue twirl its way around her fat clit.
“Do me with this, too, baby,” she said, handing me the fat, glass dildo and sliding lower in the chair.
I’d never had the pleasure of using a sex toy on a lady before. Liz sure as hell didn’t own any. But I was game. I began to slide the now-warm glass into her pussy. I returned to her clit, and she squirmed as the fat thing penetrated her. Her juicy cunt sucked it in as I lapped at her swollen little nub.

“Oh, god, baby, like that!” she squealed when I began to fuck her with the dildo, all the while flicking at her quivering clit. Pretty soon, she was humping hard against my face, and I was holding on for dear life as she panted and screamed. Dimly, I remembered Liz’s feeble “oohs” and pathetic “ahs” the few times I tried to lick her pussy, and I couldn’t help but grin at Joanne’s thrashing. This was one girl who wasn’t shy about getting or giving head, and I was enjoying every juicy second of it. I was remembering how good sex can be when both parties are into it. When it’s not just one person trying to get off and another person just trying to get through it.
I shoved the glass dildo even deeper into Joanne’s pussy and went to town on her fat clit until she started bucking under me, hollering so loud, I thought her neighbours would think she was being murdered. All of a sudden, her body became rigid, and I could practically feel her clit explode under my tongue as she came, screeching out my name and taking hold of my ears as she did. While grinding her sopping wet cunt against me, she shuddered wildly. Her thighs squeezed my face so tightly, I could hardly breathe.
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