Enjoy the ride

All thoughts of your secret mission and peculiar tasks vanish as Susan's expert, tactile tongue works you to a quick, furiously intense orgasm right there on the desk. She uses her tongue and fingers in ways you had not thought possible, you are left breathless with desire, your aching, moist pussy having been made love to by a true expert, and you've just spurted all over her desk. Your g-string dangles off of one high-heeled foot, nearly forgotten.

"God baby, Susan, that was great," you pant, trying to pull your composure together. Trying to pull your panties back on. A firm hand stops you, grabbing your wrist, returning it to your side.

She smiles, still licking and kissing you down there. "Would you expect anything less?" she titters. "From a girl who lives in a place like this?" The tip of her tongue beats a playful staccato against your swollen clit, teasing you beyond the point of mercy, beyond the point of return.

You moan and shift your hips, squirming out across the desk, your thighs and ass knocking stacks of papers, pencil cups, a little box of paperclips, heedlessly to the floor. She is relentless, attacking your pussy, her sharply-nailed hands digging into the back of your thighs as she lifts your legs yet again over her shoulders, spreading your wet and willing self for her to tend.

"Yes baby, yes," you whimper, as she licks your lips up and down, stopping only to caress your clit again, making love to each angle of it, framing it between two soft fingertips, and titillating to it with her tongue.

You're thrashing a bit helplessly now, a stray knee knocking the phone to the floor, feeling the warm building inside you again, feeling a love and a passion for this woman whom seems to content to eat your pussy all day long in her naughty little back office where women don't wear panties for long.