He shoots his shot.

Overcome with lust; I hungrily locked lips with Lashanda. She tasted of strawberries and long forbidden desires. My tongue found hers' and together, they danced in a fiery passion born from ten years of flirting and not so innocent touches.

Suddenly, Lashanda lifted my light frame and dragged me across the counter, spilling papers, pens, and computer equipment to the floor. My heart pounded against my sternum as I felt her hands shoot down and grab the hem of my shirt. I let out a surprised yell as the ebony beauty jerked it over my head before playfully biting my chest.

"Aren't you afraid we might get caught?" I panted.

Lashanda shoved me down into her chair before undoing her top and tossing it to the floor with mine. "You worry too much."

As she pressed her bra-covered chest against mine as we resumed our make-out session, I felt a bit nauseous as fear began to take root in me. My pheromones were far more potent than I had imagined. Here I was in a public place where anyone could walk in at any time, and this woman was so taken by lust that she could not give a damn about the dangers.

My trepidation was quickly forgotten when I felt Lashanda's hands undo my belt buckle. With alacrity that I did not expect, she wrenched down my trousers stripping me to just my boxer shorts. My cock pressed against the cotton of my fruit of the looms threatening to bust the seems as it stiffened in anticipation of being freed from its confinement.

"You're wearing too much," I growled.

Turning the tables on Lashanda, I quickly rose to my feet and pressed her against the desk. I reached behind Lashanda and undid the catch on her bra. The plain bit of underwear fell to the ground exposing her massive onyx breasts with their dark areola and rock hard nipples.

Quickly I took one into my mouth and began to suckle.

"Greg! YES! Suck on my tits!"

I was more than happy to oblige. As I nibbled and licked her engorged nipples, I slid a hand inside wanton woman's pants and began to rub her pussy through her satin panties. "You're soaked."

"And whose fault is that?" Lashanda asked her voice several octaves higher than usual. "Damn, I wish there was one of those automated strap ons around."

"Yeah, too bad," I said with faux sadness. Part of me wanted to see the shocked look on her face when I slid my real boy cock inside the pussy I had often of fantasized about since I was a plus-three.

"I do have a working tongue, though," I replied before sliding out of the chair to my knees. I yanked down Lashanda's pants and panties in one swift motion. The heady scent of her sex filled my nostrils before I leaned forward buried my tongue inside her pussy.

"FUCKKKK!!!!!! Where did you learn to eat pussy like this?"

I didn't reply. I doubled my efforts and took a free hand and began to massage the trembling woman's clit. Lashanda's vagina began to gush, soaking my face. She was **** to lean back against her desk as her legs no longer contained the strength to support her. I pushed my tongue as far as I could inside Lashanda's steamy hole. I let out a pained grunt as she dug her fingernails deep into my shoulders.

"Greg I'm going to cum!" She shouted before squirting copious amounts of love juice all over me.

Lashanda collapsed in a heap. "Jesus Christ, I've never orgasmed so hard. Where did you learn all that? Are you one of those Shota escorts?"

"No, I don't think I could do things like that for money."

"You might want to consider it. You'd be rich by the end of the month."

"One last thing. Stand up and bend over facing the desk," I commanded.

"Still more?" Lashanda asked with a mischievous grin. "I don't know how much extra I can take."

The statuesque ebony beauty did as she was asked. I spread her legs and seductively shook her tight ass at me. I took my time to admire Lashanda's athletic form. Her long legs went on for days and ended at the most fantastic bottom I had ever laid eyes on. But the pièce de résistance was that dripping wet slit that I could not wait to slide my rigid cock inside.

"Come on; the anticipation is killing me. What will it be this time those skilled fingers or that exquisite tongue do next?"

Without a word, I dropped my boxers and lined up my stiff member at Lashanda's inviting entrance. With one shove, I effortlessly slid inside her wet cunt and buried myself to the hilt.

"Oh my GOD! Is that your...."

"Oh yesssss," I hissed in answer as I began stroking in and out of her tightening love canal.

"So much better than a finger," Lashanda moaned as the sound of our flesh slapping together echoed throughout the foyer. "So... oh God... this is... why you're here. Your mother finally figured out the cure."

"No, I did," I boasted. I was getting heady from the warmth of Lashanda's vagina and the success of another conquest. "Mother want's to run more tests."

"Well, if it's a test on being a fucking stud, I give you an A+," Lashanda replied as she gripped the edge of the desk.

I picked up the pace wanting nothing more than fill this lovely creature with my cum. Sliding in and out was electric, but soon, I was overcome and could feel by member begin to jerk as I fired off rope after rope of potent semen into another welcoming womb.

Finally, both of us collapsed in a sweaty, messy heap on the floor behind the welcoming desk.

"Oh my," Lashanda said after catching her breath. "That was way better than all the times I've fantasized about it."

"So, you've imagined me fucking you?"

"Since shortly after we met."

"Such a naughty woman."

"It's not that I have a thing for Shotas. I have a thing for one certain Shota." She said, giggling while her hand strayed to play with my now limp dick.

"As much as I would love to go for round two, three, and so on, I do unfortunately have an appointment to keep," I said as I reached down to stop Lashanda from stroking me back to life.

"I guess, though, you better use one of the executive bathrooms to freshen up first. Can't have you showing up to your mother covered in my scent. And you are covered." Lashanda said, sitting up and slipping her panties back on.

As much as it pained me, I knew she was right. I gathered my clothes and took the elevator to the floor just beneath my mother's to one of the executive VPs. As I cleaned up, I had an attack of conscious. Should I give my genetic material to create the vaccine, should I try and stop mother and continue my sex-crazed life, or should I just run away and become a successful gigolo.