Blair dismisses Krystal

“I didn’t think she’d go.”

Blair is on you as soon as the door is shut on Krystal. She draws you to her, pins you against her. Her breasts pressed against your chest. Her lips smashed against your lips. You only part when she needs air. You’re gasping for breath by then.

She looks down on you, her blue eyes sparkling and laughs. “We need to work on your stamina.”

In her embrace she’s manoeuvred you from the front door and back towards the office. Now she drags you the rest of the way. She moves straight to your laptop.

“Open it up, I want to see your fantasies.” You start to object, but she presses a finger on your lips silencing you. “Open up, and I’ll warm you up for this evening.”

One hand is down by your crotch, feeling the swelling her kiss began. She smiles, and there’s a twinkle in her eyes. Then she drops to her knees. She unbuckles your trousers, pulls them down, followed by your boxers. Your cock is freed. It immediately slips into her eager mouth. Once encased she starts to suck, as if it was a lollypop. It responds to this treatment.

You also respond when the treatment stops. You look down to see why and see her looking up at you. “Open your laptop and show me your favourite porn, or you get no more of this.” Her tongue slips out and licks your frenulum. Your dick jerks in her hands with pleasure. She laughs and runs her tongue a couple more times over the head. Then pulls back waiting.

How can you resist? Your dick yearns to be in her mouth again. But she’s holding you back. One hand holds it, tight enough you can’t **** your way forward, relaxed enough it doesn’t hurt. Memories of her body, of last night, egg you on. You have to see her naked body again. You have to feel her bare flesh pressed against your own. You have to feel the hot tightness of her pussy wrapped around your cock.

You barely pause. Unlock your laptop. Start the browser. Dig out your favourite porn. You have just enough control to steer your search away from the teen porn. She won’t appreciate that. You have several buxom favourites. You choose one of those. The video you start is of a busty, fit woman, similar to Blair, who straddles her lover and rides him like a horse. Blair is soon fascinated. She motions you put the laptop on the chair, so she can watch it. Then she returns your cock to her mouth. You must strain to watch it. But that’s a small price to pay to watch porn while Blair’s throat massages your shaft.

God she’s good. Her suction is so ferocious it’s almost pulling your foreskin off. You don’t go deep. Just half your new length encased in her mouth, her lips sliding up and down, spittle dribbling down its length, tongue twirling round the engulfed half. The sound of porn is a backdrop to your pleasure. You close your eyes and revel in it. Bask in it. Until you can’t hold on anymore. Blair gobbles every drop.

“God, I’ve never tasted cum so tasty,” she declares, licking her lips. “There’d better be more of that.” She stands and closes the laptop. The sounds of sex die. She kicks off her trainers and pulls down her leggings, followed by her thong. “Now it’s your turn to pleasure me.” Her blue eyes brook no arguments.

The chair holding the laptop is pushed aside. The desk is swept clean. Stationery strewn on the floor. The Snetterton Collection box upended so its contents are scattered. The desk is for her to sit on. She spreads her legs revealing her glistening sex, pink with its arousal. One hand is on your shoulder guiding you to your knees, directing you before her yearning snatch.

You’ve never done much pussy-licking. With Samantha you’d tried it a few times, but you’d felt awkward, unsure what to do. The guidance of porn did not help. Those times were long in the past. Blair offers you ****. You don’t want a choice. The aroma of her arousal is all the incentive you need. The awkwardness of previous attempts is forgotten. You let instinct, you let desire, guide you now.

Your tongue parts her folds, and you taste her arousal for the first time. It spurs you on. You dig out her clit. You identify it immediately, where with Samantha you had struggled to find it. The tip of your tongue flicks it, toys with it, then your lips encircle it, and you suck it. Blair lets out a screaming sigh of release. And the knowledge that you’ve done right inspires you further.

You’re lost in her sex. Your tongue coated in her juices. Your vision absorbed by her bald pussy, pink, enflamed, yearning for the pleasure that you’re giving it. Lips on her clit. Tongue through her folds. A dive into the depths of her pussy. You didn’t know your tongue was so long. You didn’t know it could dig so deep. Have the Bands of Cernunnos lengthened your tongue the same way they lengthened your cock?

And the taste. The taste is heavenly. You’ve never tasted anything so wondrous before. You want this flavour for every meal. You would never tire of it. You’d grow fat if you could bottle it and add it to every dish. She’s dripping, sodden. You’ve never seen a pussy so wet, a pussy so needing your attention. And you’re devouring every drop your tongue can tease out of her. And every drop that is drawn from her pussy is accompanied by a moan, a scream, an exclamation of pleasure. Her hands are on your head forcing you deeper into her thighs, but you don’t need that encouragement. You’d be that deep and that vigorous without her hold on you.

Despite your recent orgasm your cock is stirring afresh. But that is irrelevant. All your attention is on the slit before you.

And her orgasm strikes. Her thighs quiver. Her screams intensify. She howls her joy into the room. Fresh liquids gushes from her slit and you lap up every drop. Your jaw is aching, but you can’t stop. Your tongue is numb, but you must carry on. Until the orgasm is over. Until the flood has faded.

Then her grip on your head is released. And you pull back gasping. Your breaths are as ragged as hers. Your eyes are as filled with joy as hers. You never knew you could enjoy cunnilingus so much. Only sex, only your release, provides greater.