aching center and then back away. Bo knew how to play the game, though. The slower I drew up my skirt, the more languorous his strokes. I had a business meeting in an hour and a half. I shouldn't be dallying. I finished pulling up my skirt and smiled slyly at Bo's quick inhalation. I was wearing a delicate pair of panties which were nothing more than a complicated webbing of string that left the front exposed, covered my pussy lips and crisscrossed in the back, making web-like patterns on my cheeks.
"Lift your skirt all the way up and turn around." Bo made a circle with his finger. I shook my head no and raised one eyebrow in challenge.
Instead of coming after me as I had expected, Bo unzipped his pants and drew out his cock, almost fully erect and a dark red color. He slid his large frame even further down the chair until his shoulders were below the back. His large hand engulfed his cock, and he began to stroke it slowly.
I dropped my skirt and fell toward him but he shook his finger at me. "Tut tut, Sunshine. I told you to turn around but you didn't. I guess you don't want this."
"I do want it," I complained, pushing my lower lip out.
"Don't pout, just turn around," Bo replied darkly. "And don't forget to lift up your skirt like I told you."
His hand was squeezing and stroking his member in long, sure, strong strokes. Bo's orders were making me so horny right now. The tiny crotch of my panties were soaked and my mouth was watering at the idea of sucking that beast into my mouth. I lifted the skirt up again slowly and I placed three fingers at the front of my mound. Bo tsked again and I dropped my hand and turned for him. The back of my panties was a web of woven string leaving most of my bottom bare.
"Bend over." The order came but the hoarseness revealed Bo was just as affected as I. Just his voice caused me to pulse and throb. I couldn't wait for him to touch me. I moaned a little, letting it out this time, thinking about Bo's tongue between my legs or him above me with my legs over his shoulders and his cock pressing against the spot deep in the back of my vagina. The first time Bo hit that spot I passed out. Now it makes me come long and hard.
"You're thinking about something naughty."
"I'm not," I gasp out but we both knew that was a lie. The evidence was between my legs.
"You're dripping down your thigh. I can see it."
I whimpered. "Please, Bo."
Bo
"Please what?" I grinned a little at her soft sighs of discontent. We'd woken up late this morning and I didn't get a chance to have the breakfast that I wanted. My crew said I was in a bad mood. They'd like me better this afternoon.
I didn't always come and have lunch with AnnMarie, usually only once a week lately. But I almost never missed an early morning quickie. Gotta start out with the breakfast of champions and the most delicious morning treat was between AnnMarie's legs.
Watching her arousal trail down her thigh and the back of her knee was so hot I almost came in my hand. Her tight ass thrust high into the air as she leaned one hand against the front of her desk was like a red cape in front of a bull. I wanted to charge over to her and mount her. Then pull out and eat her until she screamed so loud that Jackson could hear her at the other end of the Freedom Funds office suite.
I wanted everyone to know she belonged to me as much as I belonged to her. Her one thirty client would come in and see AnnMarie in her power suit but underneath, her body would pulse with the secret evidence of our lusts.
"Nice," I complimented her. "Now turn around."
Her eyes were glazed over. That was some fantasy she was having. "Are you thinking about my tongue between your legs."
She nodded her head.
"Then come over here." I crooked my finger toward her. She stumbled toward me, her four inch heels with the delicate straps around her ankles almost failing her. I let go of my dick and steadied her. I pulled on her hand until her face was close enough to kiss
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