05/02/2015
Nikki walked into work that day just knowing that today was the day that she was going to suck Jack off. She had thought over and over again about how that dick of his would feel sliding across her lips. Across, between, enclosed and gripped by the glossy as well as the velvety folds of her hotbox. Both pink and both no stranger to a hot dick. Her full and almost unnaturally rounded tits heaved as she let out a little sigh.
"I want that cock so bad. I'll bet it's beautiful." She shifted in her chair as a wave of moisture filled her pussy. She looked over her shoulder to see if anyone could see that she was sliding her hand down between her legs to satisfy her tender playground. The heat was obvious. She needed some good dick and she needed it soon. Jack's good dick was obvious. She could see it through his slacks on certain days when he wore certain combos of boxers and colors. His was good dick before it even was erect because it was shaped in proportion to his build. Long and lean. Just begging to get pumped into it natural sculpt. She wasn't guessing it was hot and silky sweet. She wouldn't be dissappointed at all because she could look into his baby brown eyes and cum from the 'I wanna fuck you silly' sparkle he had for her on a regular basis.
Jack was just on the other side of the office cubicle wall. He was doing some fantasizing of his own. As chance would have it, his daily hard-on scenarios always starred a naked and uncontrollably horny Nikki. This type of daydream was in endless supply. Sucking, fucking, licking and sticking in every way imaginable. He had roused himself into another 'folded boner' inside his crossed legs. His erection was oddly pressing against his pantleg in a somewhat obvious and uncomfortable way. He had decided to wear boxer shorts today because Nikki had been teasing him so much lately with her tight, size-too-small, plunging neckline tops and all makes of thong-only, form-fitting, leggings and pants. Her pussy lips were thin and her thighs were firm. She could lock his hips into her crotch and force him to cum as deep as possible. Today, the backlog of sex-in-his-head stories had to be satiated. His cock needed a bit of buldging space. Some breathing room because he had to be careful not to cum at his desk again. And blue balls were not something he wanted to experience again. Not today.
Problem was that she started in this morning, doing it again, calling him over for help with her clients, lightly nibbling the 'head' of her chrome ballpoint pen. She'd let him 'drive' her workstation, rolling her desk chair back away from her desk and leaning into an area within Jack's eyeline to showcase her bra of choice and just breathing distance from his full and heated nut sack. His balls were the all the rage with the girls he had mounted. Every one of them mentioned the size of his balls were something to be admired.
At this moment space between his cherished danglers and Nikki's pouting lips made his balls move up a bit and tighten up with the thought of them lifting his fattening cock closer and closer up and into her mouth. The girth of his member was much thicker than it had been when he was younger. He was very proud of the fact that it fit much better in a girl's stroking grip. There was no possibility of squeezing too tight because it had become bigger than most female hands could get their fingers locked around. Nikki's hands were tiny and he knew his tool would look even bigger than it was in her grasp. Luckily, her luscious mounds could accomodate his lumber and her mouth could mop up the rest. He couldn't even imagine how it would work her little puss inside out. He would watch his pole pull her lips taught around his thickness and push them back in with his length. When he came she would notice that she could actually feel the hot sperm travel the length of his shaft as he flexed his muscle in ecstasy, slowly driving it into her full and stretched wet box. Most times, that's what made Jack's lovers come harder. His orgasm spasms were obvious and, if his dick appeared big around before it flexed it, it was enormous when he did. Especially, in contrast to a pussy like Nikki's. Tight velvety lips and nicely accommodating to a slick and juicy thick slab of dick meat.
Today, Jack couldn't conceal his package at all and he knew that she noticed it growing beneath his thin cotton slacks and loose-fitting boxers. Buldging so close to her hungry throat. It was fully obvious that he was carrying a loaded weapon. His dick was growing as hard as a holiday ham and needed a solid spit basting. She was the cook and it was only fitting that she be the main course and the dining guest.
All week Nikki had been wearing the shear, tight shirts that showed off her unbelievable tits. They were round and firm and every once in a while, when she would pull her shirt tight in front, the friction of her skin against the silk (and sometimes lace) bras and made her baby nipples hard enough to make imagining them naked much, much easier. When she did that, Jack could see those ripe and naked tits offered to him right in front of his face.
Each time that he would come into her cube, he'd struggle to see a glimpse in his minds eye of what they were like and not be completely obvious. He did want her to know he was looking but not enough to call him on it.
When he didn't have her face at hard cock length distance to her chin, he would kneel down next to her chair and get his face right up close to her tightly hanging tits. They nearly rested on the backs of his hands as he typed into her keyboard. The heat reaching them as only her clothing held them safely away. All the same, they were close enough to get a good eyeful of when she wasn't paying attention. Enough to store away in his tit-filled fantasy vault. enough to imagine touching, sucking and licking them.
She knew...she was imagining it too. She wanted to kneel in front of him for weeks now but there wasn't a way that she could manipulate it without being the office whore. So she wore the silk bras and the french cut bikini underwear that she'd surely soak with thoughts of sucking that dick. Draining his balls into her throat and taking his fat and rigid tool into her tightly gripping pussy hole up to its trunk-like base. She would flirt with him and get dangerously close to him. When she caught a glimpse of his bulge this morning, pushing the pockets of his jeans out like he was carrying a 'D' battery flashlight in his shorts, fantasies of playing the role of Jack's Little Cocksucker came bubbling to the surface.