That wouldn't be fair, would it?

After a few minutes of aggressive, sloppy, tongue-ful, and, in actuality, top-notch head from my fat half-naked secretary, Stacey disengaged and began to heave herself up, using the armchairs of my chair for support and giving me a long, slow look at her naked breasts as they jiggled and swung with the effort. Once she was upright, she pulled and shimmied out of her dress entirely, giving me another eyeful. Now that she was completely naked except for her panties and standing in front of me, I realized I was about eye-level with the bottom of her sagging boobs, and as she smiled darkly and pulled me into them I almost subconsciously latched onto a giant nipple and began sucking. She moaned, and I tried to ignore the ripples of skin and fat behind the tits I was being pulled into, before realizing that their softness, well, felt kinda nice actually. Like having your face rest on a giant warm pillow while only coincidentally sucking on enormous tits. She started stroking my dick. I switched nipples, and she pulled my face in harder and moaned.

"Good boy, John," she said, "You're so good at doing that."

I wasn't sure about being called a boy, but I guess she was about a decade older than me. Encouraged, I swirled by tongue around her long, pointed nipples.

"Mm," she moaned, "that's not the only place I want your tongue." And she began to pull me down to her wet, lacey panties. "It's only fair that you lick me, since I licked you."

Her smell was stronger, more pungent than my wife's, and less pleasant. Slightly unwilling, I began to lick at her panties, and even through the cloth I could tell that the taste was similarly stronger and less appealing than Jane's. She backed her large, soft ass up on my desk and sat down on it, stopping stroking me for a moment to pull off her panties. The smell and taste became more pungent, but I suppose I had to do it.

As my tongue ran over her clit and pussy, she became noticeably even wetter; sopping, at this point. She started to stroke me with her wet panties in her hand. "Put your tongue inside me," she said, and I fucked her with my tongue for a moment before returning to her clit. "Your hands too," and I finger-fucked her as she shuddered and moaned against my mouth. She wrapped her legs around my head, forcing me in like a vice, as I licked and sucked. As she writhed and covered me in her juice, she continued to stroke me and I only became harder.

Eventually, she came, her legs forcing me in even deeper and her hand shoving my head down against her hard. She bucked against my face for almost a full thirty seconds, before eventually letting me go. I stood. She kept her legs wide open on my desk, no doubt aware of the view she was giving me.

"Hmm, I guess it's your turn to get off now, isn't it?" she said, almost lazily, but with a glint in her eye.

I looked down at my naked, wet, round-stomached, lewdly displayed pudgy secretary. She ran her tongue over her lips suggestively and spread her thick thighs wider, her landing strip bush emphasizing her puffy red pussy lips even more. I realized something surprising.

I wanted to fuck Stacey.