How could you say no?

"I must admit, I'm rather intrigued about what your friends are saying about me," you reply, no longer able to delay the smug grin spreading across your face.

"If it's any assurance, John, they told me you were highly recommended," Karen grins back. You feel yourself guided to the sofa and fall onto it with a thump, and Karen wastes no time tearing at your jeans' zipper; a combination of feisty and nimble as her delicate-looking fingers work at your lower clothes. It takes little more than a few seconds for her to reveal your cock, soft but still semi-erect from the aphrodisiac gel.

"Looks like they weren't kidding," Karen marvels, crossing her arms over her T-shirt and pulling it off in one swift stroke. She tosses it aside, soon followed by a plain white bra, revealing the bouncy glory of her twin mountains. "I'll bet you've never had this done to you before, though."

You marvel as Karen gets to work, kneeling on the carpet and gently wedging your pole between her breasts. The silky texture of her skin against yours is amazing, coupled with the combination of bounce and softness to her tits, and the finesse she display as she massages your meat is nothing short of expert. This, in addition to how much she looks like a young schoolgirl arouses you immensely. In a mere minute's time you feel mini-John stand at attention again, leaking natural lubrication that slips down the sides, allowing Karen to quicken her ministrations.

"I have to say, you're much better than I've heard. Mark's never been able to last this long, and the way he is at work, he can't stay awake after one shot," remarks Karen.

"I aim to please," you respond, grinning proudly as ever.

"Well, let's see how long you last with this," she adds, giving you a sultry lick across the tip of your cock as an indication of just what she means before going down headfirst. Out of instinct your lower body lurches forward, feeding her more of your length which she moaningly accepts. Your hands reach for her hair, grabbing those bobbling pigtails and using them as leverage; as though having a switch flipped on Karen throats you with increased speed and intensity. You vaguely remember one porn video you watched - one of those between a female student and her teacher - and the triggered reminder prompts you to move against Karen's motions. How many more of your fantasies and desires would you continue to fulfill on the job?

All thoughts begin to cease, though, as a stirring in your crotch informs of your imminent release, and you begin squirming harder in your place on the couch. Karen proves herself an excellent multi-tasker, not only managing her mammaries with alternating rotations but also dancing up a storm with her tongue on your tool. A strangled cry issues from your vocal cords as does a jet of essence from your cock, squirting into Karen's mouth, followed by a couple more. As your legs start to settle down Karen slips your weapon out of her mouth, continuing to coax its bounty of jizz. Her efforts do not go unrewarded; as though making a statement attesting to your energy a splay of semen whips itself across her forehead, just barely touching her hair line. More diminishing streams join it across her face and nose before landing on her breasts like whipped cream on a sundae.

"I hope you're not finished just yet," Karen purrs as she licks the side of her lips, catching a dribble of your batter. "Natalie told me that you've got enough for at least two."