Hand Job

"So, what do you think you need now? Should I masturbate some more?" she asked while she grabbed her tit through her lab coat and then removed the coat.

While playing with my flaccid penis, I said, "Hmm, I think I'll need something extra this time. Can you touch me or would that be unprofessional?"

Her eyes were fixed on your slowly stiffening member as she said with a purr, "I think I can touch you without violating professionality." She knelt at my feet, squirted some lube in her hand, and took my cock in her long, thin fingers. She started slowly, but in about a minute, her hand was shucking my wood pretty fast. I just leaned back in the chair and enjoyed the ride.

After another minute or so, I reached out and squeezed her tit, eliciting a moan from Dr. Jones throat. Her other hand fondled my balls, and I growled at the added stimulation. We were both making pretty feral sounds, when I announced, "I'm gonna blow!"

The doctor's eyes snapped open and she snapped up a tiny cum bucket from the table. But she wasn't quite quick enough, and the first spurt hit her on the chest. She got the rest of it in the cup and then scooped the snag traveling down her cleavage with her finger and scrapped it off on the side of the container. Her beautiful blue eyes drilled into me as she lifted her finger to her lips and licked off the remnants of my jism.

"Mmm. That protein drink makes you taste really good," she said with a lascivious grin. I was instantly hard again. She quickly labeled the current jar, only taking her eyes off me to write her short note. "What method of stimulation do you need now?" she asked as she moved closer to me with her hands on the arms of the chair.