I got back to my small office to find a mug of coffee on my desk. My boss is not given to acts of altruism, generosity or anything that would cause him to make me a drink, so I guessed someone else had delivered it.
Wendy appeared; she’d been chatting to one of the other secretaries while awaiting my return. She closed the door behind her. Surely, she wasn’t about to? I argued with myself for a split-second then decided that a policy of “take what’s offered, when it’s offered” was the right one to follow.
She sat on the visitor’s chair, the one that rocked. Note to self, get another, even if you have to steal it from someone else’s office.
Wendy fiddled with the top button on her blouse. “The thing is,” she said, “my husband has had to go away ‘on a course’.” She made the quotes in the air with her fingers. “So, I’m all alone for a couple of nights.”
“Oh dear,” I said, smiling. “Whatever will you do?”
She smiled coyly, “Well, there’s always magic fingers, but I’d prefer whatever you want me to do.” She slipped her hand inside her blouse and licked her slips slowly. “Here’s the address. Seven o’clock. Don’t let me down.”
Wendy leaned forward, planted a gentle kiss, then turned and left.
It was great coffee.
I turned up at one minute past seven. I parked around the corner and had packed a precautionary overnight bag.
“I had a choice,” she said, “answer the door naked, or fully clothed as if you were unexpected.”
Wendy looked good in a tight white top and dark blue skirt. I followed her inside. She went straight to the stairs.
The sight of Wendy’s firm, bare arse inside a tight skirt had me rock hard before we reached the bedroom.
“Next choice, flat on my back in ten seconds, or on my knees in five?”
“Slow down, Wendy.”
“Don’t want to.” The blouse was already undone. She threw it off and undid her skirt. It fell to the floor, and she stepped out of it.
“Join me?”
I needed no second bidding; I think it took me all of fifteen seconds. In two more I was cradling her luscious tits. Our lips locked.
Wendy broke away and fell to her knees. She fondled my balls, then engulfed me.
This woman really knew how to suck cock. If her husband was playing away when he had that waiting at home, then he was a total fool, or he’d found the best oral artist in the world. Wendy had the softest, gentlest touch. Her tongue performed impossible gymnastics around my shaft, all without the slightest touch by her teeth.
She bobbed and sucked, first forcing me deep, then rubbing me into the sides of her cheeks.
All the while she gently massaged my balls.
The explosion wasn’t far away. I reached behind her head and eased her closer.
She responded by sucking even harder, bobbing frantically.
“Yes, yes, yes,” was the best I could do.
I held her close, stopping her from moving, but she kept sucking hard.
I erupted in her soft mouth, a total loss of control. She gulped, sucked some more, and gulped again. Wendy slowly withdrew, still sucking, still running her tongue around me.
Some say the best blowjob is the one you’re about to have. They’ve never met Wendy.
She leaned back on her heels. A small dribble ran from the corner of her mouth. Smiling, she licked it off her lips.
“Unbelievable,” was the best I could manage.
“That’s just the warm-up. I’m a very bad girl, aren’t I?” Wendy got to her feet, walked the three paces to the bed, and lay face down with her soft, round arse in the air.
I parted her cheeks then ran one finger down between them. She caught her breath as I touched her tight hole, then groaned as I continued my journey to her soaking wet pussy.
I slipped two fingers into her and rubbed my thumb around her puckered starfish.
“You know what happens to bad girls, don’t you?” I increased the pressure with my thumb and moved my fingers gently inside her.
“A good spanking, I hope.” Wendy said breathlessly.
“And then?”
“Whatever you want, wherever you fucking want.” She pushed back onto me.
My thumb overcame her resistance and slipped inside her. I squeezed my fingers and thumb together, stretching both of her holes.
“You want me to stop this, and spank you?”
“Not yet.” I squeezed harder and she yelped. “More, harder, harder, no, stop, no, more, no, slap my arse.”
“Make your mind up.” I slapped her bare backside with my free hand.
Wendy shrieked and started to work herself against my fingers. She pushed back hard, then went rigid. I felt a gush of juices running over my hand. She fell forward onto the bed, legs spread wide, breathing heavily.
“You, lady, are going to pay for that bit of pleasure.”
She wriggled, lifting her backside in the air once more.
In those days I wasn’t particularly scientific about spankings. I hadn’t developed the pattern of three to each cheek, then pause to tease the recipient, then repeat. Basically, I walloped her, raining slap after slap down on her cheeks until they were bright red. Wendy was in ecstasy, shrieking and yelling at the top of her voice.
Out of breath, I stopped to survey my work. She’d be struggling to sit for days. Gently, I parted her cheeks. I reached between her legs to coat my fingers from the flood of juices then slowly worked two into her slightly gaping hole. As I worked them around, she started to breathe heavily.
“Fuck my arse,” she whispered.
I withdrew my hand and lined my rock-hard member up with the willing target. For a second she resisted, then I slid into the tight tunnel.
I paused. She pushed back, welcoming me into her. Slowly, I slid deeper inside her.
Wendy groaned as I paused deep inside her. I moved back very slowly then plunged deeper. I stopped again, teasing her. She wriggled and moved her hips, trying to extract every last ounce of pleasure.
I started to move slowly, working in and out of her delicious, tight backside. She clenched her muscles all around me, groaning and moaning, clawing at the bedsheet. As soon as I quickened the pace, I felt the explosion building inside me. I pushed deep inside her and erupted in a flood.
I stayed inside her, letting my softening member soak in the glorious mess inside Wendy. Eventually she relaxed and started to move, lying down flat. As I withdrew, I felt the stream of juices as it ran out of her and all down her legs.
Wendy rolled off the bed and rushed to the bathroom.
“Join me in 5 minutes. I haven’t finished with you,” she called.