I'm sorry, but I can't

"I'm sorry, but I can't," I said, trying to sound kind and sincere. Was I sincere? I was getting lost in the heat of the moment, but I knew I didn't want this. I think.

She nodded, a bit sadly. "I understand." She kept jerking me off, and then slowly getting more into it. She made an O with her lips and blew softly, a glint in her eye, and smiled. "Have some of the wine," she ventured. There was still a hint of a tremor in her voice.

I started to feel sorry for her again. This was obviously one of the better experiences she'd had with men recently, and she didn't even know that I wasn't that into it (although, I had to admit she'd started to feel reeeally good). I took a long drink of the wine. A lot of men would give just about anything to be sitting in their office, drinking wine while their secretary got them off... I told her so.

She grinned, and extended her tongue, giving long, slow licks up my shaft. I thought: this isn't penetration, right? It's just licking. Still allowed by the rules.

"So you like getting jerked off by your hot fucking slut of a secretary," she asked, teasingly.

I looked down. From this angle, all I could see were her enormous tits hanging, her soft red lips, her eyes, her hands slowly jerking my cock. I was, somehow, almost in heaven, against my will. "I love my hot fucking slut of a secretary jerking me off."

"I aim to please, boss. I'll do any —" she licked my dick again — "thing —" lick — "you —" lick — "want." And then a long, slow lick as she swirled her tongue around my cock. This girl was a proper succubus.

"I want you to wrap your tits around my dick," I said, and she spit on my dick and started rubbing me off with her tits. "I want you to touch yourself while you get me off." She went back to stroking with one hand, and dropped one hand to what sounded like a *very* wet pussy, biting her lip. She went to town on my dick with her tongue again. I moaned. "I want you to come with me," I said.

"Oh that won't be a problem," she laughed, her eyes half lidded. "Are you about to come ?"

"Yeah."

"Okay, but not on the dress." And with that she plunged my dick into her sucking wet mouth and began swirling her tongue. I saw stars. I exploded. I came like a geyser, and I could feel her come around my dick too, trembling and trying to shriek in ecstasy with her mouth incredibly full. Sure, this was breaking the rules, but it was for a practical purpose, right? Cum down her throat to avoid getting cum on the dress. And I'd broken the rules too when I'd fingered her. It felt too good for me to care. It felt perfect. It lasted that way for a while.

Eventually, she let my dick slip out of her mouth, watching it go with a look of longing. "Fuck," she said, "that was amazing."

I laughed, a bit embarrassed. "Yeah. Yeah, that was pretty incredible."

"Mind if I have some wine?"

I passed it to her, and she drank a bit and then slowly heaved her huge body off the floor. It was incredible to look at her now. I would never have been attracted to her — I still wasn't attracted to her, although I'd grown an appreciation for certain parts — but now I'd just came buckets down her throat in my office in some of the best technically-non-sex in my life. She kissed me softly on the lips.

"Our little secret," she said. I smiled, and felt a bit relieved. It was over. She pulled me back in and made out with me furiously. I didn't mind, I guess, really, after all we'd done. I kissed her back, deeply. She sat back down in my lap, her doughy ass pressing comfortingly against my softening dick, and placed my hands on her breasts. I tried not to compare them to my wife's tits as I mauled them. (God they were so much bigger, though. I didn't even mind the sag now, it just made them feel softer.) We kept making out for a few minutes, longer than I'd expected, but it felt kind of nice. Finally, she pulled off me. She ground her ass against me one last time, and then got up.

"See you tomorrow, boss."