remain stern! or at least try to

You hardened your gaze, not the only thing hardening, and kept your voice stern. “Miranda, if you let something happen to you I’d get in a lot of trouble. Probably fired!”

The brunette model merely giggled drunkenly and hung off me with one arm. “Ohh so bossy” she said, her words slurred.

On one hand at least she wasn’t protesting or trying to run far, though she’d most likely just stumble a few steps and fall over. On the other hand, her hand kept pressing against your groin in a very suggestive matter. As much as you tried to play it off, it was merely impossible and you could feel the receptionist eyes on us.

It didn’t help that Miranda’s giggling soon stopped and she held your gaze, almost a determination in her eyes. Luckily the elevator arrived before you could find out what she had planned.

“C’mon Ms. Kerr” you said and carefully lead her into the elevator, closing the doors and pressing the button for the appropriate floor. “We’re going to get you to bed and some coffee in the morning--” your sentence stopped short as you felt Miranda slip from your grasp.

To your surprise she didn’t fall over and pass out, she went to the ground on her own will, or rather her knees.

“Miranda what are you--?”

You were cut off by the unzipping off your fly and giggling from the supermodel. You looked down to see she was in fact fishing into your pants for your dick, and feeling her fingers around your member soon confirmed that. She pulled it out expertly, and you were already rock hard from her earlier treatment.

“It would be mean of me to not fix this” Miranda said, her eyes looking up at me with almost an innocent gaze. “I’m not mean, John”

You knew you should have stopped her, stood her up and taken her to her room but you did none of the above. You think you spent all your will power on not taking her to the beach and fucking her so now you was merely at her whim. Besides, you may have been worried about your job but as soon as you felt her tongue on the underside of your dick you would’ve let her do whatever she wanted.

“Ooh, nice size too” she said before resuming her actions. Her tongue swirled around your dick, coating every inch of it with her saliva while her hands cupped your balls expertly.

“Please Miranda…” you pleaded, your head thrown back against the elevator from sheer anticipation of what was to come.

Luckily she wasn’t in a torturing mood and you soon felt your dick encompassed by the cavern of her mouth. Before you could even think of adjectives to describe the sensation she began bobbing her head back and forth on your rod. Instinctively your hands found their way to the back of her head as she moved up and down.

“Oh fuck, I can’t believe this” you moaned out, not bothering to hold back.

Every now and then her tongue would flick out over the tip of your dick or swirl around your member and you had no doubts that she had given her husband plenty of these before. She was a pro!

It seemed with every ding of the elevator she bobbed her head faster, trying to get you off before we reached her floor. At this pace it wasn’t going to be difficult. Gripping your thighs she deep throated your cock, nearly making you cum on the spot. She must have noticed your reaction because she repeated over and over, your dick hitting the back of her throat each time she took me to the hilt.

“You’re gonna make me cum” you warned her, not sure if she wanted me to do it in her mouth.

“That’s the idea” she giggled, her non-sobriety coming through again.

You took that as the green light and didn’t try to hold back as she continued working you, her hands fondling your balls basically urging me to empty them into her mouth. you were ready to give her what she wanted when suddenly the elevator stopped, causing Miranda to gag on your dick.

As she pulled off the elevator doors opened. As they did, simultaneously your cock twitched, sending ropes of cum flying and landing at the person on the other side of the doors.

“Holy shit…”