Page 116 of Devil in a Tux


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I closed the spreadsheet I had open and heard the click of the lock, or rather my cock heard it. Being alone with my girl behind a locked office door had been one of my fantasies for a while. “This is a surprise,” I said, taking in the beautiful site, staying seated to hide my growing arousal. “A pleasant one.” I could be cool.

She quickly reached the desk. “I’m here to say thank you.” She set the bag down.

“You don’t need to.” When she undid the first button of her blouse, my cock went instantly from intrigued to fully hard. My fantasy had missed this part.

“Yes, I do. You sent me this,” she said as she slowly undid more buttons. “And you were right.” She shrugged off the top and dropped it to the side. “Red is a power color. It did give me confidence.”

I swallowed hard, not wanting to say or do anything to stop this.

“But what you didn’t say,” she added, cupping her boobs, “was how decadently soft this was. And, how well it supported me. I put this on, and you know what I thought?”

I gulped and shook my head.

“I thought that they look almost fuckable.”

I adjusted myself to a slightly less painful position in my pants.

A raised eyebrow joined her smile. “Got a problem down there, big guy?”

“You know what you do to me.” I started to stand.

“Sit,” she growled. “I’m not done.”

I settled back into the chair.

“I was thinking if they were just a little closer.” She pushed her boobs together. “Like this, then I could let you fuck them.”

I growled at how great that sounded.

Moments later she was lowering her pants, and the thong that matched the bra came into view. She stepped out of them. “You know what Rita said about this morning?” She rounded the desk and turned my chair. “Stand up.” She pushed me back against the edge of the desk.

When she knelt in front of me, all the blood left my brain. I was transported to fantasy land as she started working on my belt. No woman before had ever come to my office to offer to blow me and my voice wouldn’t cooperate. “No.”

“Rita thought I wasn’t being appreciative enough and that I needed to thank you appropriately,” she said as she finished with my zipper and wrestled to pull my dick free. “Mr. Perez was very impressed as well and said I should thank you.” Her tongue played over the tip of my cock.

“And, Rita suggested this?” I squeaked.

Alexa parted her lips and quickly took me in and out again.

I closed my eyes. The sight of her on her knees taking me into her mouth was too hot.

She grabbed my shaft with both hands and stroked. “No. she thought I should cook you dinner.”

I opened my eyes for a peek but shut them again as she looked up at me and grinned. Locking eyes with her like this would make me shoot my load way embarrassingly fast, so I looked up.

She took me to the back of her throat and hummed, the vibrations going straight to my balls. She licked and sucked, pulling away with a pop. “Mr. Perez got the loan by the way. Thank you very much, and they increased the line by twenty thousand.”

Her hands kept up their action.

“That’s good,” I groaned.

“So, what are you thinking? Dinner?” she asked, before flicking her tongue against the crown of my cock. “Or this?” She circled my tip with her tongue and then took as much of me as she could into her mouth and back out again.

“Both,” I got out between hitched breaths as I threaded my fingers into her hair.

She stroked her hand up and down my shaft, smacked her lips, and ran her tongue slowly the length of me.

I fucking lost my mind when she added both hands, stroking and twisting in synch with her mouth and tongue. Baseball wasn’t I supposed to think about baseball to hold off the explosion?

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