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Authors: Jamie Deschain
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serious. Buy it, and wear it tomorrow, along with whatever else you want. Now take it off and send me another picture.
RAVEN: You know you’re my boss, right?
GRANT: Do you send all your bosses pictures of you in your underwear?
RAVEN: No, but you’re a little different, aren’t you?
GRANT: I think that’s a fair assumption.
RAVEN: I still can’t believe you’d never eaten a Big Mac before today.
GRANT: I still can’t believe you haven’t sent me another picture yet.
This time when she texts through, there’s another image. A close-up of her breasts. My pulse quickens as my cock gets even harder, all the blood rushing from my head to my organ, leaving me feeling lightheaded and horny as hell. If I wasn’t going to jerk off when I got home, I sure am now. It’s all I can think about.
RAVEN: That’s all you’re getting.
GRANT: That’s all I want…for now.
RAVEN: Please, you wouldn’t even know what to do with them if you actually had them.
GRANT: Don’t be so dismissive. Just because the women I’ve dated haven’t had your assets doesn’t mean I’m oblivious to the ways of titty play.
RAVEN: LOL. Titty play. You’re hilarious.
GRANT: Does that surprise you? That I have a sense of humor?
RAVEN: A lot of things about you surprise me.
GRANT: Like what?
RAVEN: Like the fact you’d never eaten a Big Mac before, and the fact that you’re not as stuffy as I thought you’d be.
GRANT: I know how to have fun, when the occasion warrants it.
RAVEN: Prove it.
I quickly email myself the close-up picture of her tits. Heading over to my laptop, I open the image and make it full screen, and lean back in my chair before unzipping my pants. My cock springs loose and before I know it, I’m sitting there with my dick in one hand, and my phone in the other. It’s a good thing there’s no one else in the office right now.
GRANT: What do you mean, prove it?
I stroke my cock, imaging her wonderful tits slapping against it. The very thought of having her flesh that close to me is enough to send me over the edge, but I prolong the pleasure. Bringing myself to the brink of explosion before letting go. Edge play. It can be torturous, but done right, the release is incredible.
RAVEN: Tito and Frankie are having an engagement party this weekend at Drake’s. You should come with me. Let your hair down.
Hair. Her hair. Swaying back and forth over my naked thighs as her tits work my cock up and down, in and out. I stoke harder and faster, once again bringing myself to the edge of coming, only to stop and watch my dick twitch with disappointment.
GRANT: U want me to b ur date?
RAVEN: Y r u typing like that?
GRANT: 1 hand.
A minute passes before I hear from her again. I don’t care that she knows what I’m doing. Quite the opposite, really. At this point I don’t care about much, and I’m hoping she’ll find it a turn on to know what I’m doing with her picture.
RAVEN: Are you serious? You got your dick out right there in the office?
GRANT: Yes.
RAVEN: LOL. Well, well. Mr. Huffman.
I can hear her saying that like she’s right here with me. Down on her knees, gripping my dick in her tight grasp. Gazing upon its girth and saying with her accent, well, well, Mr. Huffman, I didn’t know you had such a big cock.
I can’t take it anymore. I stroke myself to completion, sending a hot geyser of cum spurting all over the edge of my desk and pants. It’s a good thing I have a wardrobe in here.
Taking a deep breath, I ease back with a smile on my face as my cock softens. With both hands I type: All done.
RAVEN: That was fast. I would have thought you for more stamina.
GRANT: See what you do to me?
RAVEN: Imagine, all that from a picture of my knockers. Imagine what it’d be like if I sent you a picture of my cunt.
GRANT: I love your filthy mouth.
RAVEN:
RAVEN: You know you’re my boss, right?
GRANT: Do you send all your bosses pictures of you in your underwear?
RAVEN: No, but you’re a little different, aren’t you?
GRANT: I think that’s a fair assumption.
RAVEN: I still can’t believe you’d never eaten a Big Mac before today.
GRANT: I still can’t believe you haven’t sent me another picture yet.
This time when she texts through, there’s another image. A close-up of her breasts. My pulse quickens as my cock gets even harder, all the blood rushing from my head to my organ, leaving me feeling lightheaded and horny as hell. If I wasn’t going to jerk off when I got home, I sure am now. It’s all I can think about.
RAVEN: That’s all you’re getting.
GRANT: That’s all I want…for now.
RAVEN: Please, you wouldn’t even know what to do with them if you actually had them.
GRANT: Don’t be so dismissive. Just because the women I’ve dated haven’t had your assets doesn’t mean I’m oblivious to the ways of titty play.
RAVEN: LOL. Titty play. You’re hilarious.
GRANT: Does that surprise you? That I have a sense of humor?
RAVEN: A lot of things about you surprise me.
GRANT: Like what?
RAVEN: Like the fact you’d never eaten a Big Mac before, and the fact that you’re not as stuffy as I thought you’d be.
GRANT: I know how to have fun, when the occasion warrants it.
RAVEN: Prove it.
I quickly email myself the close-up picture of her tits. Heading over to my laptop, I open the image and make it full screen, and lean back in my chair before unzipping my pants. My cock springs loose and before I know it, I’m sitting there with my dick in one hand, and my phone in the other. It’s a good thing there’s no one else in the office right now.
GRANT: What do you mean, prove it?
I stroke my cock, imaging her wonderful tits slapping against it. The very thought of having her flesh that close to me is enough to send me over the edge, but I prolong the pleasure. Bringing myself to the brink of explosion before letting go. Edge play. It can be torturous, but done right, the release is incredible.
RAVEN: Tito and Frankie are having an engagement party this weekend at Drake’s. You should come with me. Let your hair down.
Hair. Her hair. Swaying back and forth over my naked thighs as her tits work my cock up and down, in and out. I stoke harder and faster, once again bringing myself to the edge of coming, only to stop and watch my dick twitch with disappointment.
GRANT: U want me to b ur date?
RAVEN: Y r u typing like that?
GRANT: 1 hand.
A minute passes before I hear from her again. I don’t care that she knows what I’m doing. Quite the opposite, really. At this point I don’t care about much, and I’m hoping she’ll find it a turn on to know what I’m doing with her picture.
RAVEN: Are you serious? You got your dick out right there in the office?
GRANT: Yes.
RAVEN: LOL. Well, well. Mr. Huffman.
I can hear her saying that like she’s right here with me. Down on her knees, gripping my dick in her tight grasp. Gazing upon its girth and saying with her accent, well, well, Mr. Huffman, I didn’t know you had such a big cock.
I can’t take it anymore. I stroke myself to completion, sending a hot geyser of cum spurting all over the edge of my desk and pants. It’s a good thing I have a wardrobe in here.
Taking a deep breath, I ease back with a smile on my face as my cock softens. With both hands I type: All done.
RAVEN: That was fast. I would have thought you for more stamina.
GRANT: See what you do to me?
RAVEN: Imagine, all that from a picture of my knockers. Imagine what it’d be like if I sent you a picture of my cunt.
GRANT: I love your filthy mouth.
RAVEN:
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