I lean forward and grab his hard dick in my hand, pushing him back against the wall. “But I’m that kind of woman.” I drop to my knees and undo his belt,
sliding his pants down swiftly. That beautiful, big cock springs free, and I take it into my mouth.
He inhales sharply, his hands moving to the back of my head.
I look up and smile at him. He frowns down at me, obviously surprised and confused. He was not expecting this, I can tell.
“Fuck my mouth. Punish me, Mr. Masters,” I beg around his cock.
He closes his eyes, lost somewhere between pleasure and disbelief, and then he grabs my hands in his hair as he begins to slide in and out of my mouth.
I look up with wide eyes, watching him come undone.
“Fuck,” he moans. I bare my teeth and he hisses, “Fuck.”
This is hot—stupid hot—and I know I’m meant to be doing this for him, but it’s turning me on big time.
His suit pants drop to his knees, and I get a rush of moisture in my sex. He’s lost control.
I stop at once and stand, and all he can do is pant as he watches me, breathless and confused.
“Tell me my job is safe and you can have more.” His eyes darken.
“Your job is safe.”
I unbutton his shirt and slide it over his shoulders. I take off his pants, and then his jocks before I push him back onto the bed. He’s submissive and naked, his cock lying up against his stomach. I stand on the bed over him, making sure he’s watching me intently. I slowly begin to take my shirt off, throwing it onto the floor, and then I slide my skirt down my legs and dramatically kick it off.
He’s on his back looking up at me with fire dancing deep in his eyes and his stomach. He reaches out for me, but I move away so he can’t touch me.
I take off my bra and my panties, so I’m wearing nothing more than his blue tie, my suspender belt, and my stockings.
“What do you want, Judge Masters?” I whisper as I run my fingers over my nipples.
“Get on me,” he growls.
I kneel beside him and take his cock into my mouth again. “Not so fast,” I breathe on the upstroke.” I turn my behind towards him as I bend over, allowing his two fingers to slide inside me.
He moans and his legs open automatically.
I go up onto my knees and circle my hips to ride his fingers. I play with my nipples, and my eyes hold his. “Oh, you feel so good,” I whisper. “I need you,” I moan. “You can’t ever tell my husband about this.”
His fingers pump me aggressively. I can tell he’s losing control and it makes me smile down on him. “You’re a very naughty boy, Judge Masters. Do you like fucking other men’s wives?” I whisper as I roll my hips.
Oh, man, I feel like I’m in a bad porno here, but who cares? He seems to love it.
“I need a real man to fill me up. A man with a big hard cock,” I moan as I arch my back onto his fingers. Perspiration beads on his forehead. His mouth is hanging open as he watches me, completely in awe.
He’s about to lose it.
I glance at the door suddenly. “I didn’t lock the door, sir. Somebody could walk in here any moment and see us on your desk.”
He closes his eyes and I smile, knowing he’s losing his shit.
“Get on me now,” he growls.
I hop up from the bed and go to my handbag to grab one of his condoms that I stole from his bathroom cabinet. I open it and slowly roll it onto him.
I bend and take his cock into my mouth and I moan around it.