Lights, Camera, Action!

Blake moved back a half step, turned me around, and lifted me to sit on the edge of the desk. His hands pushed my skirt to my waist, told me to open my legs, got on his knees, and attacked my drenched kitty. I was purring in deep pleasure before long as his tongue and fingertips danced among the silken folds of my juicy sex. He caressed me like a virtuoso playing a Stradivarius and I moaned deeply as he did.

After what felt like a lifetime he stood, stepped back, and offered a hand again. I took a moment to catch my breath before accepting it. I stood once again, my face glistening with sweat as he smiled. He then put his hands on my shoulders and gently applied pressure downward. I knew immediately what he wanted and slowly sunk to my knees.

I unzipped his slacks, pulled them and his briefs down in one extended motion, and his long, girthy python sprung to life inches from my moistened lips. "Suck it. Show me what a lusty little slut you are", he commanded in his rich baritone. I looked up into his eyes, licked my lips, and set my sights on his sizable manhood. I guessed it to be about 6 or 7 inches long but had no desire to waste time measuring.

I palmed his fleshy balls being careful to only gently squeeze on occasion as I alternated between kissing his shaft and licking up and down it, being mindful to occasionally look up as I attended to his rigid pole. After I heard him begin to softly moan and gently goad me on, I carefully held his shaft with one hand and shifted my head underneath so I could suck his ballsack. I continued for a few minutes licking, sucking and kissing as I heard him grow louder and more aggressive, occasionally saying things like "Yes!", "What a talented mouth!" and "Best whore I've used yet!" before I stopped. Further turned on by his coarse language, I smiled up at him and then took his long rod deep inside my mouth.

I put my hands on his hips to steady myself as my head slowly bobbed up and down his stiff cock taking him deeper and deeper as time went on. I could hear his lusty grunts as I worked him and could see his face glow with light perspiration when I occasionally glanced upward. Blake stopped looking down at me as his eyes closed and he concentrated on the pleasure delivered by the overexcited neural pathway connecting his brain to my welcoming mouth. As I finally felt his cockhead enter my throat on a downward thrust, I felt Blake's hands gingerly grasp the side of my head and slowly coax it backward.

"No sweetheart, I don't plan on ending here," he said breathlessly as he leaned back against the desk. "You are too orally skilled for me to let you finish. Your husband is a damned fool for letting you out of his sight". He turned for a second and readjusted the webcam before grabbing my hands and lifting me to my feet.

"I think it's time for the main event," Blake said as he stepped away from the furniture. "Grab hold of the edge of the desk and hold on tight," he said in a husky tone. I did as he asked, glad to finally get my release.