It was a long day at the office, but when I walk through the door, the first thing I see is you at the bar near the kitchen. The knit top with the plunging neckline, my favorite, hugs your beautiful 44DD breasts, and the lacy push-up bra peeks out just a bit. As you turn to greet me, you knock your blazer off of the chair. As you get up to retrieve it, the view is amazing. The red pencil skirt is nice and tight. You have stockings with seams up the back. You retrieve the jacket, smile at me and ask if I would mind fixing us drinks. As I move behind the bar, you slide back into a chair and cross your legs. The skirt hugs your legs so tightly that I can actually see the outline of a garter, and the lacy top just below the skirt hem.
While I'm making drinks, I see you applying a thick coat of bright red lipstick. I can feel my cock getting hard. I set the drink down, getting an eyeful of your magnificent cleavage and inhaling your perfume.
Seeing the tent in my pants, you waste no time grabbing my throbbing dick through the fabric. You let out a little gasp, then unzip me and free my rock hard shaft. You sink to your knees, slide one hand underneath my balls, rubbing gently while using your other hand to guide me into your eager mouth.
I let out a moan as I watch my cock slide slowly into your mouth until the tip is buried in your throat. As you pull back, I can see a huge smear of lipstick the entire length of it. While you continue driving me wild with your hot mouth, I take off my shirt.
You pick up the pace and intensity of your sucking, and before long I can feel my orgasm building. You feel my stomach muscles and balls tighten as I'm about to unload.
"Nope" you say. "No cumming for you. I'm not done with you yet."
A wicked smile plays across your sensuous lips as you push me back into a chair. You pull two scarves from the pocket of your blazer and use them to tie my wrists to the arms of the chair. "That's to enforce the 'no touching' rule" you say as you cross the room.
You put on some slow music, and you start swaying back and forth to it, seductively rotating your hips. You remove the blazer, then reach down and grasp the bottom edge of your top, pulling it off as you lean into me. Your tits are barely contained by the revealing bra, and soon they are in my face and you rub your thigh into my aching shaft repeatedly as you continue to move to the music.