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Sally scampered back into the office holding a cloth. Her face was flushed and she had trouble meeting Hunter's eyes.

"I'm so sorry Mr. Collins! I'm so clumsy," she babbled as she wiped up the spilled coffee. "Please forgive me, I'll be so much more careful." Hunter looked up to meet Dunnigan's sardonic gaze. The old man raised a single eyebrow as he flashed a speculative grin.

Hunter looked at Sally as she wiped up. He could see a pulse beating in her neck and a sheen of moisture on her skin. And suddenly he could smell her aroma. A moist fecund scent that filled his nostrils. He turned a startled gaze at Dunnigan, who smiled knowingly and sipped his water.

"I didn't spill any on you did I? Oh my gosh I'll just die if it did," Sally said anxiously. Hunter looked at her worried face, feeling his arousal deepen and an awakening hunger bloom.

"You better check," he said in a low voice as he rolled his chair back and swivelled it to face her. She nodded, biting her lip as she bent to look at his lap. He could see her quivering, and almost hear the pulse beating in her throat. Her aroma deepened, and he inhaled to let it flood his senses. He heard his office door shut and glanced over to see Dunnigan returning to his seat with a smile.

"I...I...think it's ok sir," Sally said with a quavering voice. "I don't see any spills on you. I'm really so very sorry Mr. Collins." She looked up into his face, still bent over from her examination of his pants. Hunter reached one hand out to her and touched her cheek with the back of his fingers. She gave a shuddering moan and turned her face to nuzzle his hand with her lips. Her breathing came in little whimpering gasps as her wide eyes stared submissively at his face.

He could feel his cock growing harder by the instant as he looked at the pretty blonde girl. A fierce rush of hungry lust poured through his body and suddenly he know what he must do. What he had to do.

Holding her eyes with his as she continued to kiss his fingers with her soft lips, he pulled his zipper down, fishing out his cock until it stood hard and rampant. Sally gave a whimpering, needy moan and dropped to her knees, her eyes now fixed on his cock. She leaned forwards and licked up the underside of the shaft, her eyes moving back to his as if seeking approval. He said nothing, just watched her lap and nibble at his cock, which seemed to grow even harder.

She wrapped a slender hand around his shaft and sucked the tip into her mouth, rolling her tongue over the sensitive head. She drooled a little, lubing her hands and starting to stroke him slowly, squeezing his shaft gently.

She started to bob her head, humming softly as she sucked him deeper, her eyes still staring up at his. Her cheeks puffed and compressed as she sucked, her tongue flickering and probing as she worked. Hunter grunted with satisfaction as she sucked him, loving the sight and scent of her, and the feel of her soft sweet mouth on his meat. He reached his hand out and touched the pulse in her throat and saw her close her eyes in bliss as she started to moan around his cock.

He could feel the pressure building in his balls, his body responding to her insistent sucking. He stroked her face and felt her quiver as though she had been shocked, then redouble her efforts on his cock, groaning deep in her throat as she engulfed him.

With a deep feral grunt Hunter started to come. His balls contracted as they pumped his hot seed into the young blonde's eager mouth, and she moaned as she sucked harder, greedily trying to swallow every drop. Finally, he was empty, and she looked up at him with wanton eyes as she slowly pulled her mouth off his cock, a thin dribble of his cream trickling from the corner of her mouth.