Handjob

Sandra smirks as she sees the clear outline of his cock in his pants. She reaches down and replaces his hand with her, continuing to stroke him. She licks her lips as her other hand opens a few buttons on her top, letting him see more of her cleavage. “Is this what you needed a hand with, sir?” She squeezes it slightly as his eyes seem to be entranced by her breasts. “It definitely is a handful you have there.” She rubs her finger over the sensitive spot, seeing a wet spot forming on his pants.

“Yes, that is what I want you to help with.”

She leans in close to his ear, her hand stroking him. She can feel his breath hot on her chest. “Let’s see what I can do then.” She deftly opens his pants. “My, someone is eager.” She reaches in his underwear and gently wraps her fingers around his throbbing cock.

Softly, gently, she strokes him, her thumb rubbing against the sensitive spot under the head. “Were you thinking about me this weekend? Were you thinking about what you would like to do to me?” She could feel his cock twitch in her hand.

“Ungh. Yes. All weekend.”

Sandra increases her grip slightly and increases the pace of her stroking. “I bet you imagined doing many nasty things to me. I bet you imagined making me your eager little slut; swallowing and taking each drop of cum you offered me.”

Frank struggles to maintain his composure and keep from cumming. He only nods in response.

Sandra leans in closer, his face almost in her cleavage. She keeps the speed and pressure steady, wanting him to ride the edge of the orgasm as long as he can. She looks over her shoulder and sees a box of tissues just in reach on his desk. Without stopping, she grabs a couple of tissues. “I bet you would have sent me home sore, worn out and covered in cum.” Sandra knew she couldn’t keep him on the edge much longer. “Imagine my husband’s response when he sees his wife has been owned and used by another man.”

That was all it took. Sandra quickly covers the head of his cock with the tissues as she strokes him through his orgasm. Scooping a little that escaped the tissue with the tip of her finger, she smiles and winks at him as she sucks it clean. “You should probably clean up a bit before your next meeting.” She slowly walks out, swaying her hips.