“Do you want to come on my breasts?”

You tell her what you want, and she smiles knowingly, as if she’d expected it. Keeping one hand on your cock, she undoes the remaining buttons of her blouse with the other hand. After a couple of tugs to spread her blouse wide open, her breasts are in full view, supported by a very low-cut lace bra. “Good thing I’m doing laundry tonight anyway,” she says, and she takes your cock in hand and strokes rapidly.

You try not to cry out, but it’s not easy, especially when she leans close and lets the head of your cock brush over the tops of her breasts. She gazes up at you, biting her lip, encouraging you with her eyes.

You draw deep breaths and take firm hold of her shoulders. At last, it’s one deft squeeze of her fingers that sets you off, and you manage to turn a shout into a squeak just before you explode. Your cock swells in her hand and bursts, spurting load after load of white fluid onto her breasts, chest, and throat. Her touch becomes more gentle, and she coaxes out every last pulse of your orgasm, whispering something you can’t quite make out over the roar of the blood in your ears.

It’s a shock when she lets go of you, bringing you back to the here and now. You let go of her as well, standing clear, and you see that she’s offering you a tissue she produced from a desk drawer. You wipe your cock, and she lets you watch as she licks a little of your orgasm off of her fingers, before she gets another tissue to wipe off her chest. “Are you going to fall over?” she asks.

“Not quite,” you tell her.

“Hmm. Too bad. I’ll do better next time.” She smiles slyly as she rebuttons her blouse.