[MF][oral][cuck]

Sarah chewed her bottom lip nervously, as she checked her reflection in her visor mirror one last time. She couldn’t settle the butterflies in her stomach. They had only met the one time, to discuss likes and dislikes, wants and limits, but agreed there was an interest they both wanted to pursue. Hank was married and had a family, like Sarah, but his work schedule was so erratic, it hadn’t been an issue at all to just tell his wife he had to stay late for work. Sarah had claimed she was going out for drinks with an old girlfriend from college. She had never been so glad to have him uninterested in her social circle, as he took her word and asked no further questions.

It was exactly the arranged meeting time, so Sarah took a deep breath, and stepped out of her car. As she was closing the door, she saw Hank opening the door to the building where he worked. “Sarah, I’m so glad you didn’t get cold feet.” There wasn’t a part of her cold. She pulled her corset straight under her dress, and tried to not notice how her freshly wax pussy felt practically dripping arousal. She was glad she skipped panties; they would have been ruined.

Sarah followed Hank. He wasn’t much taller than her, and she began to question the decision to wear heels, until he looked back, raw desire in his eyes as he appreciatively took in the swell of her tits at the top of the low neckline of her dress. He opened the door and let her walk in first. “Is anyone still here?” she asked nervously. “A few people, but they’ll keep to their offices,” Hank answered. “Where should we go? Your office?” Hank gave her a little half-smile that made her stomach tighten, and told her they were going to a conference room. He said it would give them more space to play.

They entered a room with frosted glass windows, and Hank pushed a chair to the door as he closed it behind him. “I’m sorry; they don’t really lock, but this should give us time if someone tries to come in. Can I get you a water?” Sarah took a deep breath. She hadn’t realized she had been holding her breath until she tried to answer him. “Yes, please.” Her pink tongue darted out to wet her lips, and she smiled thinking about all the ways she planned to use that tongue tonight. Hank went to a mini fridge and pulled out two small bottles of water, handing her one. Sarah opened the bottle and drained it in one go. “Wow, you were thirsty,” Hank smiled, but his smile faded as he stared at Sarah’s mouth. “Do you mind if I kiss you?” he asked, his voice husky with desire.

Sarah walked over to him and tilted her head, letting her lips part. Hank needed no further invitation, placing one hand in her long, dark hair, and the other on her ass, he pulled her to him, and placed his mouth firmly against hers. Sarah kissed him back, allowing her tongue into his mouth, teasing against his, and then taking his bottom lip gently between her teeth, she began to lightly suck it. Hank groaned, and pulled her into him more firmly. Sarah could feel his dick bulging against his jeans. Sarah pulled her head back, just enough to ask, “may I?” Hank answered by pulling her back, and beginning to kiss and bite her neck. Sarah felt her nipple, tight and hard against her bra. She slid a hand down between them, and grabbed Hank’s hard-on. She gave a little squeeze, and reveled in Hank groaning against her neck, just behind her ear. She began to stroke his shaft through his jeans, hearing his breathing catch and quicken. After a moment, he started to growl, and released her ass and head to begin undoing his pants. Needing no further invitation, Sarah dropped to her knees, hungry.

Hank was taking too long or Sarah was too impatient to taste him. Once his jeans were around his ankles, Sarah put her mouth over his cock, through his underwear. At first, Hank laughed, but then his hands found the back of her head again. She nibbled at his head as it strained against his boxers. Soon, she noticed it wasn’t just her saliva making his underwear wet, as she tasted his precum through the fabric. Grinning wickedly, she sat back on her heels, and worked his cock free of his underwear.

Hanks’ eyes were closed, head tilted back, mouth open, waiting. Sarah admired his beautiful cock, so different from her husband’s. She couldn’t wait to take it in her mouth, but wanted him to watch, wanted him to see the lips of a woman who was Not His Wife as she went down on him. She cupped his balls, and enjoyed his gasp. “Does she not play with your balls?” Sarah asked, hoping to see his eyes open. Hank shook his head, eyes closed. Gently caressing his balls, Sarah pressed her face right into the base of him, nose in his pubic hair and cock against her cheek. “You smell different than my husband,” Sarah said, as she kissed the base of his shaft. His eyes fluttered open at that, and Sarah let her tongue travel the full length of his erect cock, base to tip, taking time to let her tongue ring catch at the edge of his head, and to taste his sweet precum. Suddenly, she engulfed all of his cock in her mouth, letting his head slide against the back of her throat as she deep-throated him, her lips pushing against the base of his shaft. She sat there, just feeling his dick filling up her mouth, then gave her head a little shake, as if saying “no”, rubbing his head against the back of her throat. Hank almost cried out, and grabbed her head, this time, gently tugging at her hair, showing her the pace he wanted. Sarah’s lips slid wetly up and down him, and she sucked as she would come up his shaft to the head. Hank’s eyes were completely on her when she looked up. He looked wild with sexual hunger. She was glad to see she was doing a good job.

Hank sat back against the edge of the conference table, one hand letting go of her head to move to her breast. She stroked his balls the way she wanted him to touch her, and he obliged. Hank ran his thumb over Sarah’s taut nipple, and Sarah groaned in pleasure against his cock, giving him even more sensation as her throat vibrated against him. He squeeze her nipple, making her gasp, and he pushed her more onto his cock. “How do you want me to cum?” Sarah told him, “I want to taste it. Please. You can come in my mouth or… did you want to give me a ‘Pollock’?” Any other time, he might have laughed at their inside joke that facials were like Jackson Pollock’s paintings, but now he just said, “you’d make a beautiful canvas.”

Sarah felt on the edge of an orgasm herself, even though he hadn’t yet touched her pussy. She began to rock and wiggle, trying to encourage it, all the while quickening her speed and depth on Hank’s swollen cock. She could feel him starting to throb atop her tongue, as she sucked. “Now,” Hank grunted. Sarah released him and sat back. She couldn’t help to work her hand up under her dress, to rub her wet, swollen pussy. As she slid two fingers into herself, Hank stroked himself, once, twice more, and then began to cum. Sarah gave a little yelp as the first stream of his hot, sticky cum landed on her cheek. He finished stroking himself as he came, jets of hot cum landing by her nose, over her lip, dripping off Sarah’s chin and onto her breasts and dress. Sarah licked her lips, thrilled by the salty and familiar yet different taste there. She opened her eyes, looked up at Hank, who was still staring at her. Hank said, “we made a big mess.” Sarah grinned lopsidedly and just said, “thank you.”

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