Just One More

“My friend is waiting for me, so just one more.”

She continues to caress your cheek while she pours a pair of shots one handed.

“To new relations.”

You down the second shot.

Malissa moves the straps of her dress and it falls to the floor. She stands there naked with a crocodile smile.

Your jaw drops in shock.

Malissa grabs you by the waist and pulls you in close. Your lips meet and she begins aggressively kissing you. You feel your sex drip with desire.

She caresses your ass and inner thigh level a fiery trail of desire. You feel your arousal build to intense levels. You want cock, but at this point you aren’t going to say no to Malissa.

She leans in. “You will fuck me, Gracie.”

Her voice is seductive and hypnotic. Her confidence is attractive.

She begins to undress you and you help. In moments you are both naked.

You feel like you shouldn’t do this at work. Your protest dies before you even find your voice as Malissa’s tongue enters your folds.

Soon the only thing you can think about is fucking. You move to a sixty nine and begin to lick. You can’t believe how deep inside you Malissa’s tongue is, or how agile it is.

“Fuck!” You cum screaming, forgetting where you are.

Rather than being sated, your orgasm only makes you hornier. You switch positions. In your lust crazed state of mind, you lose track of positions and orgasms.

At some point blackness overtakes you and you sleep.

You feel a sharp fingernail poke you. You open your eyes. Malissa is there back in clothes.

“I’m afraid I need my office back and it’s time for you to go home.”

It’s dark outside. You know you missed coffee with Moon. You quickly throw on clothes.

As you exit, Malissa smiles at you. “That was quite nice, Gracie. Come see me when you’re feeling…thirsty.”

You leave, wondering what she means. The whole encounter is hazy and the more you think about it the more your pussy moistens. You try to remember, but you only remember bits and pieces. An image of your lips sealed in Malissa’s tit pops up. Were you drinking her milk? That thought makes your mouth water and your sex drip.

You head back to twenty five, hoping to catch Moon. By the time you reach your cube you are imagining getting fucked in dozens of different ways. You are soaked and wanting cock.

To your left something hung moves. It startles you.