cheek. ‘Your mouth tastes like wine, your skin like fresh fruit, your cunt like oysters.’
His lips found her ear and tugged at the lobe. Venny arched her neck mindlessly, allowing him free access. Intent on the course his mouth was taking, she wassurprised to feel his hand freeing the tiny buttons at the back of her blouse. For a moment she thought about protest, but he moved so quickly, freeing the last button before she’d had a chance to gather her thoughts. He pulled the flimsy material down over her arms, laying the blouse across her skirted lap. Then he sat back on her desk and looked hungrily at her naked, aroused breasts before reaching out and tweaking the hard, hungry nipples with his fingers.
‘We can’t do this,’ said Venny urgently, her voice wavering. ‘The door’s open.’
‘Mm, so it is. Don’t you find that exciting, the thought that at any moment someone could walk in and find us like this? Venny, we can do it. We are doing it.’ Micky was rubbing his thumb luxuriously over the erect points of her coral-coloured nipples. ‘I didn’t have time to do this when we were in the lift, did I? I only had time enough to lap your deliriously creamy little slit. And you didn’t have time to reciprocate.’
Venny watched dazedly as Micky pushed his apron aside and lowered the fly on his checked trousers. His erect penis was pushing madly at the fabric and seemed almost to spring into his hand when he reached into his trousers for it. He pulled his cock out. No underpants impeded its progress, and Venny could understand that. It was too hot in the restaurant kitchen for underpants. It was so hot outside today that she hadn’t even worn a bra. But maybe that hadn’t been the only reason she had not worn one. Maybe she had wanted Micky to see the nude outline of her breasts as she strolled through thekitchens without her jacket on this morning. She knew that he had seen a tantalising glimpse of them; she had looked down at the front of his chef’s whites and had seen the hungry surge of his erection there, fierce and sudden.
Whether he annoyed her or not, she had wanted so much to see his cock, and now here it was naked in front of her, eight inches of ruddy, pulsing manhood, thicker than she would have expected – certainly longer, too. Micky, seeing her extreme interest in his organ, pushed his trousers down onto his thighs to reveal a thick dark thatch of hair. Even his balls were gorgeous, she thought lustfully, pushed up by the edge of her desk as if inviting her to touch, to weigh them in her hands. His thighs were spread open, so that she could look her fill.
‘God, stop looking at me like that. You’re turning me on,’ moaned Micky. He grabbed the spoon from the pot. Venny, naked to the waist and staring at eye-level at his beautiful erect cock, felt her hot juices dampening her skirt where she sat. No pants today, either. She hadn’t worn pants or a bra since he’d started work here. And she accepted now that this had been because she wanted him to have access, instant access, to her body, should he want it.
And oh, how he wanted it. His cock wavered enticingly, as if it could smell her arousal, and be guided to her portal by scent alone. And as it quivered and oozed a droplet of come from its engorged tip, Micky drizzled a little of the caramel sauce from the wooden spoononto his naked penis. He groaned as he did so, as if the sensation of warm liquid coating his glans assaulted his senses, and almost before he had put the spoon back in the pot, Venny knew what he was going to say.
‘Come taste me,’ he whispered, putting a hand to her tangled curls to guide her head to his cock.
By now Venny needed no encouragement. She dipped her head to his glans and opened her mouth to suck in the sauce. The taste was one of mingled sweetness and saltiness as she encased the pulsing tip of his caramel-covered cock within her wide-spread lips. She grasped the throbbing stem in her hands,
His lips found her ear and tugged at the lobe. Venny arched her neck mindlessly, allowing him free access. Intent on the course his mouth was taking, she wassurprised to feel his hand freeing the tiny buttons at the back of her blouse. For a moment she thought about protest, but he moved so quickly, freeing the last button before she’d had a chance to gather her thoughts. He pulled the flimsy material down over her arms, laying the blouse across her skirted lap. Then he sat back on her desk and looked hungrily at her naked, aroused breasts before reaching out and tweaking the hard, hungry nipples with his fingers.
‘We can’t do this,’ said Venny urgently, her voice wavering. ‘The door’s open.’
‘Mm, so it is. Don’t you find that exciting, the thought that at any moment someone could walk in and find us like this? Venny, we can do it. We are doing it.’ Micky was rubbing his thumb luxuriously over the erect points of her coral-coloured nipples. ‘I didn’t have time to do this when we were in the lift, did I? I only had time enough to lap your deliriously creamy little slit. And you didn’t have time to reciprocate.’
Venny watched dazedly as Micky pushed his apron aside and lowered the fly on his checked trousers. His erect penis was pushing madly at the fabric and seemed almost to spring into his hand when he reached into his trousers for it. He pulled his cock out. No underpants impeded its progress, and Venny could understand that. It was too hot in the restaurant kitchen for underpants. It was so hot outside today that she hadn’t even worn a bra. But maybe that hadn’t been the only reason she had not worn one. Maybe she had wanted Micky to see the nude outline of her breasts as she strolled through thekitchens without her jacket on this morning. She knew that he had seen a tantalising glimpse of them; she had looked down at the front of his chef’s whites and had seen the hungry surge of his erection there, fierce and sudden.
Whether he annoyed her or not, she had wanted so much to see his cock, and now here it was naked in front of her, eight inches of ruddy, pulsing manhood, thicker than she would have expected – certainly longer, too. Micky, seeing her extreme interest in his organ, pushed his trousers down onto his thighs to reveal a thick dark thatch of hair. Even his balls were gorgeous, she thought lustfully, pushed up by the edge of her desk as if inviting her to touch, to weigh them in her hands. His thighs were spread open, so that she could look her fill.
‘God, stop looking at me like that. You’re turning me on,’ moaned Micky. He grabbed the spoon from the pot. Venny, naked to the waist and staring at eye-level at his beautiful erect cock, felt her hot juices dampening her skirt where she sat. No pants today, either. She hadn’t worn pants or a bra since he’d started work here. And she accepted now that this had been because she wanted him to have access, instant access, to her body, should he want it.
And oh, how he wanted it. His cock wavered enticingly, as if it could smell her arousal, and be guided to her portal by scent alone. And as it quivered and oozed a droplet of come from its engorged tip, Micky drizzled a little of the caramel sauce from the wooden spoononto his naked penis. He groaned as he did so, as if the sensation of warm liquid coating his glans assaulted his senses, and almost before he had put the spoon back in the pot, Venny knew what he was going to say.
‘Come taste me,’ he whispered, putting a hand to her tangled curls to guide her head to his cock.
By now Venny needed no encouragement. She dipped her head to his glans and opened her mouth to suck in the sauce. The taste was one of mingled sweetness and saltiness as she encased the pulsing tip of his caramel-covered cock within her wide-spread lips. She grasped the throbbing stem in her hands,
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