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Keeping Her Job ... Part 3 ...
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Keeping Her Job ... Part 3 ... ... She stood, walked behind my chair, bent forward, reached into my lap, and whispered in my ear, "I'll do anything to keep my job...". I could feel the warmth of her breath on my neck as she whispered to me, her scent intoxicating, her fingertips now tracing the outline of the top of the "tent pole" under my boxers. With each little circle her fingers made, I became harder and harder. She stood up a little, still standing behind me, her hand leaving my boxers behind and both hands rubbing my shirt up and down. Adept fingers started to slowly unbutton my shirt - as each button was released, her other hand would explore inside my shirt, rubbing my chest and belly. I could feel her hair against my cheek as she leaned over me for the lowest one. Each of my hands were taken, held straight up, and suspended as she unbuttoned each cuff. My hands and arms were then wrapped around the back of the chair, my palms placed upon the satiny skin of her legs. I couldn't help but gently rub a little, the warm skin on her long legs as inviting as anything I could imagine. Finally all my shirt buttons were untethered and she moved the crisp cloth wide open. Soft hands with elegant long fingers caressed my chest, fingers playfully and gently pinching my nipples. Her hands then disappeared as she left her place behind me and she walked around to her chair. Squatting again at her purse, she opened it and withdrew a sparkling silver hair clip, then, piling some of her thick silky brown hair atop her head, she fastened it with the clip. Getting back on her feet, her nipples hard and her face framed by her now-tousled hair, she faces me and asks, "Can you stand up again...Please...?". I stood as gingerly I could, my boxers testifying to the state of my libido. She steps forward, takes my shirt in both hands and slides it off, then she puts it on, buttoning a few buttons randomly. "We have nothing cold to drink. I thought I'd go to the soda machine and get some ice too.", and with that, turns toward the door. "Oh, money...", and she bends again, like she did for the Room Service porter, and pulls out a couple of bills. Now dressed in only heels, g-string, and my partially-buttoned shirt, and grasping the ice bucket as she passes, I hear the door locks unlatched, and door open and closed tightly. There I stand, again, dumbfounded and speechless, in only socks and boxers, my hard on raging. Thinking to myself, "How stupid do I look ?", I sat on the edge of the bed and took my socks off. Better. One of my hands now reaching into my boxers attested to her ability to excite. A few moments later, knocks on the door and I rose quickly to open it for her. She steps in with a big smile on her face. "I passed a couple on the way back and they both said that they loved my outfit", giggling as she passes. Ice bucket in her arms and cans of soda are unloaded on to our dinner table. She returns to the door and locks every lock again. My shirt is unbuttoned, taken off slowly, folded neatly, and placed gently on my luggage, leaving her again in only her patch of string and gauze and those very sexy shoes. She finds glasses in the bathroom, brings two out, fills one with ice and opens a soda can, pouring its contents most of the way. "Want some ?". Enraptured by her grace and beauty, I mumble ," No, not right now". She put the glass to her perfect lips, sips, then rubs the chilled glass down to her nipples. "MMMMmmmm.....", she moans, "Feels SO good", her hard nipples agreeing. The glass makes its way down to her belly, stopping at her belly button, then proceeding to her small patch of fabric and strings. She steps to her chair, lifts her leg and places one shoe-clad foot in the upholstered seat and now the cold glass is rubbed against her only patch of cloth. Her soft pink pussy lips, now in full view, seemed to surround the tiny string streaming under her, her glass making its way as far under her too. Her eyes closed and "OOOooooooo...." is all she said. She opens her eyes, and with a beaming smile, looks down at me to find my hand and wrist disappearing beneath the top of my boxers. Turning her back to place her glass back on the table, she states,"You know, these are wet all ready" and, with both palms along her hips, pushes the tiny strings down over her perfect ass, releasing it from between her legs and dropping it to her ankles. She steps out of one side, and, picking it up with her shoe, lifts her leg behind her to retrieve it. She turns back, now naked but for her shoes, and watches me continue to help myself. "I can do that for you", she purrs, and stands directly in front of me, squats slightly, grasps my boxers at the top, and slides them down to my ankles. My hand still holds my throbbing cock, and she rubs my fingers as I hold myself, helping me to stroke. The head of my cock protrudes from my grasp, and hers, and she leans down and kisses it, looks up at me and smiles again. She lifts my feet, one at a time, to withdraw my boxers, and I too now stand naked before her. On her way back to her feet she stops at the head of my cock and kisses it gently again. My hand tightens around my shaft. She stands, takes both my wrists in each hand, and places my hands on each of her breasts: soft, round, full, with amazing hard nipples. As I bask in her softness, I feel her fingertips playing with my cock, tracing its length, circling its head. Her long fingers grasp me, slowly moving down its length, her other hand rubbing my chest. She leans forward and sucks one of my nipples, then licks it and moans. "Your turn" as she looks in my eyes. I lean down and lick one of her nipples, then suck it in to my mouth, biting gently. Her hand clamps around my cock as I tease her with my tongue, releasing her nipple, licking her breast and moving to the other. She is breathing heavily as I lick her skin and pinch her with my teeth. I look up and her eyes are closed again, her mouth slightly open, and she is absolutely stunning. She realizes that I've stopped. Her eyes open to find me staring into them. She moves to the edge of the bed, my cock still in her grasp, sits on the corner, kisses the tip of my cock again, and whispers, "I'll do anything to keep my job ...". (To be Continued...) |
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