Jessica had grown accustomed to John screwing her in odd and somewhat open places. That's the way it had been since they first began fucking around. Since that day she was left stranded by her now ex-boyfriend and saw John Duke, C.O.O. of the company she temp with, between the rain drops of an overcast evening signalling her to come and get a lift. And what a lift it was. By the time Jessica reached home, her pussy was soaked, her panties thorn off and her tits slightly bruised from John's oral fixation.
She had noticed him staring at her all the time and she didn't mind. After all he was the main reason she wrote her tight fitting skirts and flimsy blouses; the reason why her pants outlined the triangle between her legs that was her pussy. He also was the reason why she ran to the ladies restroom and stuck her fingers between her pussy lips, with her clit pounding and swollen from the need and lack of sex in her life.
That ride change everything; and with his salt and pepper hair, 6' 2" frame and muscular built, John opened Jessica legs to an 8 inch cock that plunged inside her.
"Where do you want it?"
She held her head down, still, but raised her eyes to stare at him above the rim of her glass. Jessica knew what he wanted. The bulge in his khakis told as much. And she knew she wasn't in his office sitting on his desk behind a locked door for no reason at all. This would be the their first time...doing it in his office; but the excitement she felt thinking about persons in the building close to them down the hall, let her know that this would definitely not be the last time.
"Where do I want it?" She repeated the question as she licked her lips.
"Yes," he began. John knew she wanted to taste his juices, where ever they landed. Her nipples were getting hard. He could see the hard pointed buds of erection beneath the silk white blouse she was wearing. They were pointed as if teasing his mouth to let his tongue take a taste. He started to move to her. He started again, "Yes" he repeated. "where do you want my cock; pounding inside that hole of yours, or deep within your mouth, sliding all the way down your throat." She held his gaze and never once flinched as he stared into her eyes and began unbuttoning her blouse, slowly allowing his fingers to touch the swell of her breasts. John eased his fingers under the frill that was her bra. He teased the dark skin of her tits before unhooking and taking her bra, allowing her breasts to fall from her C cups. Jessica reached out to let her hand slide over his cock but was stopped with a stern look. He spoke, "There is only one rule... for now. And that is, you are not allowed to touch me, Jessica."
Jessica stared at him, puzzled, and he realized instantly that she was going to be disobedient. John took his tie off, placed Jessica hands behind her back and ties them.
"Don't let me punish you any further. Now, where was I?"
Tying Jessica's hand behind her pushes her breast forward and excites John even more as he takes each hard, dark nipple between his thumb and rubs them over and over, round and round until they harden even more. He lowers his head and takes one between his lips, biting gently at first and then harder, making Jessica gasp and moan in pure pleasure.
