Barely resist

I stared down at my naked secretary, barely able to hold back. She reached down to her wet pussy and began playing with herself... And then reached out again with the same hand and grabbed my dick. She didn't know it, but if she'd pulled me in right then, I wouldn't have been able to stop her.

Instead, she started giving me a very wet handjob, covering my dick with her juices. Every few seconds she'd reach back down, dipping back into her pussy, and then covering me with even more of her wetness. Her soft, now-sopping hand felt almost — almost — like we were actually fucking. Slowly, she pulled me closer and closer, leaving the gap between my dick and her pussy smaller and smaller; as I thrust, occasionally I'd feel them rub briefly against each other. She smiled, and mostly dispensed with the pretense of using her hand to slick down my dick, pressing me up against her pussy lips directly and rubbing the head against them, using her hand to slowly work the juice down from the tip. Wrapping her legs around me, she pulled me closer, running my shaft up and down against her pussy, covering it in her wetness but not actually fucking. On each downstroke, she'd subtly but perceptibly press the tip slightly more, until I was ever so slightly inside her. But then, grinning, she'd take me out and continue sliding me back up against her.

I was in agony. Her enormous tits jiggled with every stroke... As did the rest of her, of course. I could barely hold myself back.

Eventually, on one of the downstrokes where I was just barely embedded inside her, she looked me in the eye and held my dick in place for a moment, slowly jacking me off. "You have to tell me before you cum," she said. I nodded, and she returned to sliding me back and forth against her. She was getting wetter and wetter and beginning to pant; this was clearly getting her off, too.

A few minutes later, on yet another downstroke that ended with my tip slightly inside her, I knew I couldn't last any longer. I told her so. She grinned, and held me in place, just barely inside her.

"Stacey, I mean it, I can't hold back anymore," I told her, hoping she'd understand the position we were in.

"Oh?" she said, teasingly, grinning wider. "Having your dick inside your slutty secretary makes you want to cum?" I felt her legs wrap around me.

I couldn't help it. I thrust slightly, and my head fully entered her.

"Cum inside me, then," she said, with her Cheshire cat smile. She knew she had won, and with unyielding **** her legs pushed me deeper, deeper, deeper inside her, fully up to the hilt as I came. I pulled back and then thrust back into her repeatedly, still cumming, in one of the longest orgasms of my life. As she felt me paint her insides white as we fucked, she came too, writhing in a wobbly mass against me and moaning, nearly shrieking, uncontrollably.

We lay there for a long time. Eventually, slowly softening, I pulled out of her. We dressed quietly. Before she left, she pulled me against her and aggressively kissed me, pushing her tongue into my mouth. I groped her soft, giant ass and felt her sagging tits as she pushed her mouth against me. I knew I had gone too far; I knew she had me trapped now. I might as well enjoy what I could.

"See you again tomorrow," she said, and turned to leave. I stared at her fat ass she walked away.