Robert Vickers: Easy office girl

The way she said it made Dave forget about everything else.

Including the videotape of their passionate fuck.

In the parking lot, Dave couldn't stand it any longer. He knew that it wasn't going to be possible for him to make it all the way to Cheryl's apartment. She was just too much of a turn-on for him to not get another hard-on then and there.

Cheryl discovered it right away. She stroked across the bulge in his pants and said, "My, my, you sure are the stud tonight. Can't wait till we get to my place?"

"So let's do our thing right here."

"In the parking lot? Hell, somebody might see us. The guard or…" He paused. So what? His erection was almost painful again. Cheryl really got him hot.

"Yeah," she said wickedly. "Right here where somebody might see us. Where they might see me sucking you off!"

His cock did a flip-flop in his pants. The thought of having her thick, sensuous lips curled around his prick got to him. He didn't give a flying fuck if anyone saw them or not.

The idea of sucking the man off where someone might catch them turned Cheryl on. She liked it. To actually suck and lick and eat that meaty lollipop and maybe be seen was making her eager to get started.

She dropped to her knees and pressed her face into his crotch. Using only her teeth, she located the zipper tab and sucked it into her mouth. A quick motion pulled the fly open. His cock came out with a bound that made her think of an overeager puppy dog.

The meaty cock shivered in front of her face. She placed her hands on his ass and pulled him closer.

The cock slipped between her lips. She sucked it in as she pulled his body closer to her face. She loved the taste of that fuck stick. It was still covered with her own juices as well as his jism from their recent fuck.

She licked it clean. The tangy taste was quickly erased by her own saliva. She was literally slobbering at the thought of eating that cock shoved into her face. Using her tongue to the best advantage, she soon had him moaning and shoving his hips forward with timid little motions.

He wanted to fuck her face – hard – and was restraining himself so that he wouldn't yell or cry out. He didn't want to attract any attention. After all, people were passing by on the sidewalk not fifty feet away. And the guard made his rounds through the parking lot. And they were dimly illuminated by the single light in the lot.

The feel of her wet lips around his prod, the agile tongue stroking and working back and forth on his cock, caused him to involuntarily cry out. He bit down on his lip. That wouldn't do. And the damned woman seemed to be trying to make him scream out his lust!

Everything she did with her mouth proved that. He felt the rough tongue stroke along the most sensitive portion of his dick. She toyed with the triangular flap of flesh dangling under the head of his cock. She even tried to stuff her tongue all the way down the pin-prick hole at the end of his organ.

It wasn't possible. She knew it. He knew it, too. But it gave them both so much raw, undiluted pleasure, that neither cared. They were lost in the joy of oral sex.

She used her teeth to lightly nip and bite at his cock. She didn't hurt him, she stimulated him. The little love bites began to work their erotic magic on the man. He wasn't able to stand up any longer without support.

He tried lacing his fingers through her hair for support and to guide her mouth along his cock in the motion he liked best. This simply wasn't good enough. His legs were too weak, too watery.

He fell back against his car.

Cheryl secretly reveled in having the man totally under her control. He wasn't going anywhere as long as her mouth was surrounding his prick. She could suck and get all the pleasure she wanted – and he would take whatever he could.

Gnawing on the rubbery tip of his cock proved to be successful in getting him to moan and cry out. He squealed, "Oh, shit, that's super!"

She kept hard at work on his cock. She wanted him to be like putty in her hands – as long as his dick was nice and hard in her mouth! She sucked, she licked, she tormented him orally in any manner she could think of.

Kissing along the length of his erection, she soon came to the hairy little sac holding his balls. She began licking. The hair was crinkly and dragged against her tongue. She could even feel the agitated tumbling of his nuts inside.

Dave was almost driven out of his head. The feathery touches of her tongue on his balls sent lances of delight spearing into his loins. When her wet tongue pressed firmly against his scrotum, he had to swallow hard and concentrate to keep from creaming all over her hair.

She lapped carefully all around his balls. The prickly sensation soon escalated into full-blown joy. He couldn't even speak a coherent word now.

His words were forced down into his throat. He croaked a couple times, then, contented himself with moaning out his approval of what she was doing to his balls.

She continued working all around his cock. The thick forest of his bush intrigued her. She weaved her tongue in and out until every bit of his pubic hair was wet with her saliva. Plastered to his body, the hair gleamed in the dim light.

She began exercising a little artistic license. Her tongue flashed out wet and rough to pull little mounds of pubic hair into spires and curlicues. She was creating an erotic work of art.

And growing out of the center of it was a long, rigid, pulsing cock. That was the best part of all for her.

Sucking and kissing, she worked her way back to the knobby end of the pecker. Her tongue actively sought out each and every section of skin as she worked down the length. There wasn't a patch of cock left unlicked, unkissed. She totally covered his prick with her saliva.

"Like it, honey?" she asked.

"Umm, ungh!" was all the man could reply.

She traced out the big blue vein on the top of his cock. From there, it was only a matter of time until she came back to the purple knob of his glans. Kissing it lightly, she meant to torture him as much as possible. She knew what her lips must feel like on his ultra-sensitive cock head.

From the way his prod jumped and cavorted around, she was positive he wouldn't be able to keep his tasty jizz all to himself much longer. And she meant to sample his cum, to savor it, to taste it like a gourmet eating a fine meal.

Giving head was decidedly her thing.

She began drawing the dancing cock into her mouth a little bit at a time. She wanted him strung out to the highest possible sexual tension before she plucked his string. Letting only an inch at a time enter her mouth was one excellent way of achieving the desired result of total arousal and, ultimately, orgasm.

The plum-sized knob passed through the puckered "O" of her lips. She drew her teeth over his cock as it entered her mouth. This stimulated him with both the soft wetness of her lips and hardness of her teeth. He continued to groan with pleasure. She could barely keep his jerking cock in her mouth.

But that would change. She'd have the whole damn thing in her mouth where she could properly eat it.

Another inch was sucked into her eager mouth. She let her tongue make a slow, languorous tour around the rim of his prick. The purple hood was outlined by her rough, pink tongue. She dwelled on the area under the head because that was the most sensitive part. Wanting him completely satisfied, she would have been remiss if she had neglected this.

When she was satisfied with the way his cock responded to her oral attacks, she sucked in another inch of his prong. It received the same treatment. The teeth scoring the skin, the lips soothing the flesh with their softness.

It became increasingly difficult for her to move her tongue around. Too much cock was in her face. She knew he would lose control of his hips at any instant and try fucking her face. She wouldn't be able to stop him. And she didn't especially want to.