Part 2 of First time with Liz, if you haven’t read part 1, you might want to read it before going to this part.


The next day was very hot: 35 degrees Celsius and so, we decided to work on our tan, laying outside on our towels, side by side, in our new micro-suits. We’d both put some oil on, just to help a little and smeared it on each other, teasing while doing so. We’d brush a nipple, rake our nails down each other’s back, smear the oil a bit too close to the mound.

Liz’s tan was working better than mine, making her skin an even more inviting color. But a tan with a tan line was never much fun so I was hesitating. I knew the neighbours were off to work and like all cute new neighbourhoods around town, those guys wouldn’t be back before the end of the afternoon and it was around lunch…. But I couldn’t know if Liz was going to join the fun or find an excuse to go inside.

“Ok, whatever, fuck that shit” Liz looks at me, surprised, trying to know what had got that comment and with that, I just took my top off. It felt weird and kind of nice to be topless outside in the bright sun since I’d never done it but, having Liz’s eyes on my tits was working me more than I’d thought.

I started rubbing my breasts with oil, making them shiny with it.

“Alli, let me help you out with that” she took the bottle from my hands, rubbing the oil on her hands, then putting those on my breasts. She started by slowly circling around my nipples, never touching them and taking her own sweet time which was pretty much killing me. My nipples were very hard now and my pussy was creaming so much that I thought it’d be leaking any moment.

“Fuck Liz, just do something with my tits, I can’t take your tease anymore” My order startles her, but she does as I ask. Well, better than what I asked since she just starts to suck them in her mouth. Not slowy but fast and strong, making me moan.

She stops, all too soon, sliding our wet bodies together until were kissing eagerly.

“Come on, let’s go take a shower.” Liz gets up, offers me her hand and pulls me to my feet before we head for the bathroom.


Another really nice thing about Liz’s place is her HUGE bathtub. See, not only is it REALLY big, it also happens to have jets in it. She starts the bath and with that, we both strip of the little fabric we have on. And when I say strip, it’s really like a strip show.

I reach at the back of my neck and undo that knot, then slide my hands back on my front to slide on my tits before reaching back and untying the one in the back. I turn so Liz can see my back. I hook my thumbs on the sides of the thong and I bent to slide it off my legs, giving her a very nice view of my Brazilian-shaved pussy and ass.

By the time I’d discard my clothes and get back up, her front is pressed to my back, and her arms are circling my waist. She whispers huskily in my ear.

“Instead for showing yourself off, why don’t you come over so we can play?”

I turned my head to kiss her. Our lips meet in a hungry kiss, our tongues fighting, savouring each other’s taste. One of her hand was now on my right tit, tweaking the nipple while the other one is sliding over my mound, down into my very wet slit, coating it with my juices and bringing them back up.

“Suck them clean Alli.” Not only did I suck them, but I also lick them clean of my juices.

“Take that suit off, sugar, and get your ass in that bath or else we’ll just never go” She makes short work of her suit, closes the water, sits in it, closing her eyes, sliding in it with a moan and pushes the button for the jets.

I walk up to the tub, put my feet on each side of her lap and sit on it, getting yet another moan from her. I kiss her again and she arches her back, pushing her tits on me.

” Nah ha, wash before playtime” I chuckle and she groans her disagreement but still complies. We wash each other’s hair, soap EVERY inch of skin and like I’d promised, now that the cleaning is done, let the playtime begin.

“Hey Liz, check it out” I knelt on the side of the tub, lifting my hips and leaning back, my hands grabbing the side.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck, oooooooooh fuck” the jet was hitting my clit and I was breathing fast in no time. I could see Liz beside me. She was whimpering and both our bodies were tense, fighting to stay still and keep the jets on our clits. The pleasure was so intense, it was almost painful. It was overloading and we were making our best to stay there and build up the pleasure instead of letting go to cool down for a moment.

Both our pussies were creaming like crazy and just hearing Liz besides me was turning me on incredibly. It wasn’t long before the both of us were screaming for release.

“I’m gonna cum. Oh shit. Uh, uh, uuuuuuuuuuuh” hearing her words just got me over the edge and I came right afterwards, both of us sliding back into the tub, our skin sweaty and our breaths harsh. My stomach made an unhappy growl and made both of us laughs.

“Alli, let’s go grab some lunch, we’ve got some fruits, cheese and bread, that good?”

“Sure” With that we stepped out of the tub, dried each other, put some baggy t-shits on and went downstairs to eat.


“Sugar, you want a peach?” I looked away from the fridge, waiting for her answer.

“Sure, take out the cheese and the bread too.”

Which is what I did, I set some grapes, strawberries and a peach on the counter along with the bread and the cheese.

“Ok, I think we’ll be fine with that.” Liz took some plates out, laid them on the counter. I took the grapes and strawberries, cut a piece of cheese and a few slices of baguette. She did the same but took the peach instead. We took our plates, walked to the table to sit to face each other and started eating our fruits eagerly.

“Gee, I never would’ve thought I was THAT hungry” I chuckle

“Well, it’s not like we haven’t been doing nothing either” and with that Liz took a bite in her juicy peach. Of course, it started dripping down her chin, her neck down her collarbone, down the valley of her breasts.

“Let me clean that up for you sugar” I got up, went around the table, crouched beside her and started licking the juices from her between her tits, though I took great care in not touching them. I licked my way up her chest all the way to her mouth and by doing so, I was getting up to finally sit on her lap. I made a loud peck on her lips and drew back with a smile.

“Now Liz, be a good girl and don’t make a mess.” I slid my hands down the front of her shirt to her mound and into her slit, going back and forth with my finger, then retreating.

“I don’t usually play with my toys and food while I eat, so be nice and I’ll play with you after.”

“But momy, I want to play noooooooow.” She said, half laughing, looking straight into my eyes so I could see how turned on she was.

“Nah ha, eat now” and with that I left to go back to my plate. We ate in silence and I glanced now and then to see Liz’s tits through her shirt and smell my own arousal. Eating like that was a real turn on, trying to see who would give up first.

Liz finished her plate first, got up and leaned far too much to get her dishes, giving me a good view of her pretty tits. Just after she’d left I took my own things to bring them in the kitchen to wash and put in the dishwasher.

“Alli, could you sit on the counter for me?” I looked at me curiously but got on the counter, my legs closed tightly together. She put my hands on either side of my knees, opening them and walking in that space. She bit my earlobe and whispered.

“Now I’ m gonna eat your pussy and since I was such a good girl during lunch, you’re going to do the same and be a good girl to and not say a thing while I lap your cunt, suck on your clit and finger fuck your little virgin hole, got it?”

I was so shocked by her dirty words, I could only nod before she smiled and crouched, her face now right in front of my cunt. She kissed the inner tights, and breathed right on my pussy, which made me jerk in surprise. She smiled and went to work.

She lapped at my cunt, going up and down, giving me time to get used to the feeling. After a few of those, she started to put her tongue in my hole, making me gasp at the new sensation, then biting my lip immediately, remembering her previous

orders. She didn’t seem to notice and just continued her work.

I could see one of her shoulders moving which probably meant she was touching herself while working on me. I threw my head back and bit harder on my lip; she’d started sucking on my clit and with one of her hands had started to finger-fuck me.

But she was really working me fast towards climax now and I couldn’t stay silent anymore. I whimpered. She pulled back right after while I was still breathing fast and was still very horny since she hadn’t let me come.

“I told you not to talk. Now what am I going to do about that hun? Oh, I know, you’re gonna watch me come. How’s that Alli?” She smiled devilishly, reached for the bottom of the shirt and pulled it over her head.

Now totally naked, she laid down on the cool floor of the kitchen, opening her legs wide and started to work on her clit, doing furious circles to get her off fast.

I was clutching my legs tight now, trying to get off. But it only made matters worse. Liz was moaning loudly on the floor now and I could tell she was really close. Her pussy juice was dripping on the floor and her back was arched, her hard nipples pointing up, her eyes closed.

Her moaning grew louder, her circles around her clit more urgent and she went over the edge. She laid there for a moment, her breathing coming back to normal and opening her eyes again, looking at me.

“Your turn now” She got up, walked straight to me and kissed directly went to my clit, sucking it hard. My hands were tweaking my nipples and it wasn’t long before I got my release.

We both looked at each other and smiled lazily.

“We really made a mess didn’t we?” There was cunt juice on the floor, on the counter, smeared on both of us.

“Yeah, let’s clean it up” Liz took her T-shirt and put it on, then went to get some towels and cleaned everything.

“Liz? Do you have Popsicles?

“Yeah, course I do, why?

“I know a wicked thing we could do with those.

“Alright, let me go get one”. She ran to the basement and came back with a raspberry flavoured one.

“Give me that and go outside, lay down on one of the chairs and wait for me” After she left, I discarded the shirt, folded it and put it on the table, unwrapped the Popsicle and joined her.

“Now open your legs for me sugar” She did so I started to run the Popsicle between her tits, on her nipples, down her stomach, dipped it at her navel and down until her cunt. My tongue followed the path the Popsicle made, cleaning everything very slowly and with great care. I wanted to surprised her so I didn’t ran it in her slit; I just pushed it in her hole, gently.

“OH FUCK, OH MY GOD, OH SHIT” Still I pushed it deeper into her. It was probably the first time she had something that deep and it being so cold, it was probably quite special to have that there.

I started to lap at the juices that were flowing from her hole, her own sweet cream and Popsicle raspberry juice. It tasted so good, I swear I could’ve just stayed there all day just lapping but Liz was getting work up really fast. She was screaming how good it felt in her, screaming it louder and louder as she got closer.

“Come on Sugar; give me all your sweet cream. Come for me baby” And she did just as I asked, she came, really hard. Her juices were pouring and I couldn’t keep up. When she finally set down, I pulled out what was left of the Popsicle and took my own sweet time to finish it.

“Liked that?

“Fuck that was amazing. Now give me the rest of that thing, I want to know what it tastes like with my juices on it.” Which I did and I watched her carefully, appreciating the fact that I was the one who’d put that satisfied grin on my best friend’s face.

“God, I’ll need to try that on you one day. “She said, making it sound like a bet, like a contest to see who would make the other climax first. I chuckled.

“I won’t be the one to stop you from doing that for sure”

“Good, then be ready for some serious action there”

“You can jump me anytime you want sugar” And with that we went back to our lawn chairs, putting some oil on our naked bodies since we still had a few hours to go before her neighbours would be back from work. But really…. with neighbours that awesome, I wouldn’t be the one to care if they saw us.

I mean, come on, with neighbours that awesome, who would actually care?

Anna was stressed. Extremely stressed.

The air conditioning at work was stuck on heat and it had been sweltering in her little corner office on the 16th floor of one of the busiest insurance offices in New York. Her underwear was soaked with her sweat, her usually light and airy suit felt rough and tight. Her hair refused to stay put in its bun and stray wisps were wafted about her face by the useless micro desk-fan.

Adding to that, all morning she had had to deal with the most belligerent and obnoxious of her client base. They were the type that did not listen to reason and would swear blind they knew more than her. Her boss had also been his usual lecherous self, openly staring at her bosom, and finding as many opportunities as he could to put his hands on her but without appearing perverse to anyone watching.

At 42 years of age, Anna was not the stick thin girl she had once been but she still held a good figure, if with a few extra pounds here and there; she could still turn men’s heads and enjoyed appreciative glances. Right now though, having escaped the office for her lunch break, she was not in the mood. She wanted to just go home and soak in a warm bath but she had to be back in work in an hour. Her friend had recently told her that she had found a quick and easy way to relax that always worked; full body massages. It was not exactly a cheap option but it did the trick every time she had been told.

Anna knew it was probably a long shot at this time of day that she would even be seen, but she pulled out her iPhone and quickly found one not far from her. It was a couple of blocks away in an area she was not familiar with but she did not care right now; if it meant feeling anything but horribly stressed she would take the chance. So she flagged down a cab and had it drop her near by. Using her phone to find the right place she studied the outside. The windows of the building were blacked out and only a small sign above the door even let you know it was a massage parlour. Still, do not judge a book by its covers, her mum had always said, so she opened the door and stepped inside.

In front of her was a set of dingy stairs which she ascended, her stress elevating as she worried if she was making a big mistake, but still she climbed to the door at the top. A little sign said to knock for entry so she knocked and waited. There came a buzzer noise from the door then the lock clicked. She opened the door and went through.

Anna caught her breath; she had just stepped into a small square room, white walled, brightly lit and very clinical looking. In the corner across from the door was a plain white corner-desk that could only be accessed by the matching white door behind it. In the white office chair sat a petite girl in a white uniform dress with white-blonde hair. Even the few chairs and coffee table were white.

“Yes?” the girl asked sweetly as she looked up from her white Mac PC and Anna could instantly tell she was foreign, French perhaps?

Remembering why she was there, Anna moved to the desk, hearing the door shut behind her.

“I’m very, very stressed and I really, really need a relaxing massage, is there any chance of getting one just now?”

“Oui, Madame, Monsieur Vinnae is free just now. If you would take a seat, s’il vous plait?”

Definitely French. Anna crossed to a seat and sat with her briefcase on her knees, gripping and ungripping the handle as she wondered what she was doing; she had to be back at work in twenty minutes. Her shoulders were exceptionally stiff and her stomach was in knots as she thought of what returning to work would mean; more heat, more rude clients, her perverse boss. No, she needed some release before she could face that. While thinking this she noticed the girl speak softly into the mike of her white headset and wait for a reply. The girl acknowledged and then turned to Anna.

“You may enter, Madame. Monsieur Vinnae is ready for you.”

She indicated a door Anna had not noticed before, in the corner opposite the one she had came in by, and made her way towards it. She pushed open the door and went in. She was met by another white square room but not as brightly lit, more atmospheric and there was music softly playing. It was also warmer in here than the other room, but a nice warmth.

By a table across the room from her stood a very fine looking young man. He could not have been more than in his mid-twenties but he looked very professional in his white jacket-shirt and trousers. His skin was lightly tanned and his hair was short in that almost severe way and he had neatly groomed stubble upon his chin. He was broad shouldered and well built from what Anna could make out.

As he stepped towards her, he had a warm smile and his blue eyes flashed. Even as up tight, tension fuelled and emotionally drained as she was, Anna had to admit her interest was piqued and she thought just looking at him was helping.

“Madame, I am Monsieur Vinnae, may I know your name, s’il vous plait?”

His voice was deep and husky. She was almost too distracted to reply.

“Anna, Anna Melrose, Monsieur.”

“A pretty name, for a pretty lady,” he beamed at her.

She felt herself blush but knew her already hot face would not show it.

“If you would undress for me, all but your panties for now, then lie face down on the bed, we shall begin.”

He turned away from her back to the table, busying himself with the items there on and she noted his well formed rear. After a few moments she realised he was not going to leave while she undressed so she turned away from him too, a little unnerved. She placed her briefcase on a chair by the door, thinking about how she should be back at work in ten minutes but she was clearly undoing her suit jacket so obviously she was going with the massage instead.

Having removed and neatly folded her clothes and her jewellery atop her case, she moved to the bed. This put her behind him on his left. She was sure he could see her out of the corner of his eye but as far as she could tell he made no indication that he had so she quickly got settled, face down on the bed, resting her head on her crossed hands. He seemed to know she was ready without her saying because he turned back to her almost immediately. She saw him appraising her body with a critical eye.

“You have a very beautiful body Madame, to match your pretty face. It shall be an honour to work with it.”

Anna smiled to herself; she always appreciated compliments about her figure as she herself was self conscious about it. She could feel herself relaxing more with each passing second in his company. First he moved to her side and laid a warmed towel across her pelvic area, covering her buttocks and hips for now. It felt good. With her permission he teased her hair from its bun and ran his fingers gently through it, playing with her scalp as he did so, smoothing the hair out behind her head to expose her neck more. Anna groaned as his cool hands touched her hot back. The thumb of one hand ran the length of her spine, stopping before the towel, and back up while the other hand squeezed and probed at her shoulders.

“You carry a lot of tension, Madame, here in your shoulders, and down your back. We shall take care of this first.”

He moved her arms then so they lay by her side before she heard him applying the massage oil to his hands from a tube. Expecting it to be cold she tensed and was surprised to find it had been warmed to a nice temperature.

“Relax Madame, Vinnae will take good care of you.”

His hands quickly began to glide across her right shoulder, easing the oil into her stiff skin before slipping down her side one hand over the other, teasing her heated flesh. He pressed harder now as he worked back up to her shoulder. After this he oiled his hands once again before crossing in front of her and repeating the process for her left side. Anna groaned once more as she felt his warm hands bringing her back to life.

“Now you are warmed up we can fix your shoulders, Madame.”

His hands were at her shoulder blades now and he pushed them over her shoulders and around to the front of her neck and back again, squeezing with his fingers and kneading with his thumbs. It felt so good Anna could not help but groan in time to his ministrations. After a minute or two he changed sides again, and took up her left arm. He began by running his hands up the length of her arm, pausing to knead and rub the shoulder joint, repeating the action several times. He then did the same with her right arm. Both arms now felt so undone Anna did not think she could move them even if she wanted too.

Now he came to stand in front of her and leant over her shoulders as his hands placed themselves on her sides, tucked under her armpits. From here they ran down her back, fingers caressing her sides and the thumbs pressing into the depression on either side of her spine, stopping just above the towel once more. Here he paused and his hands massaged her lower back, working his digits into her soft skin. Anna’s groans had became soft moans by now as it no longer hurt as it had when he began, simply pleasurable.

“Yes, Anna, tis good, know?” he said breathily.

The use of her name and the way he spoke caught her attention; she turned her head just enough that she could see the top of his trousers, a few inches away; the bulge there was clearly visible. Instead of being put off, Anna smiled, beginning to be turned on by the fact that working her body was bringing him as much pleasure as it was her. It showed that he enjoyed his work.

Next he moved to the other end of the table. He gently took hold of her right ankle which was swollen from the pressure of her stiff work shoes, holding it while he slowly rotated her foot to ease the joint. It felt good and Anna sighed, bringing her arms up, folding them under her chin and resting her head upon them. He repeated the action with her other foot before moving on to her calves, running a hand up each lower leg, just touching the skin, before pressing harder, gripping the muscles as he slowly dragged his hands back the opposite way. This push and pull motion teased the skin and stretched the muscles, warming her tired legs.

Anna moaned as his hands went higher, fingers running along her outer thighs while thumbs pressed against the back. On the way back down to her knees the fingers kneaded her skin, the thumbs squeezing the back of each. He repeated the action a few times, stopping briefly to re-oil his hands before he turned them the other way so that his pinkies faced away from him up her body. She caught her breath as she felt them placed against her inner thighs, just above the knee. It seemed to her that they crept up the inside of her legs at an agonisingly slow pace, her breath getting shallower and a fire building deep inside her the nearer his hands came to her womanhood.

She gasped quietly as his pinkies just touched that sensitive join between leg and groin, bracketing her now damp mound, before they pulled away, sliding back down to her knees. Then they crept up again, once, twice, three times more, his hands now making small circles as they came. The whole thing took less than a minute but to Anna’s now very heated womanhood it felt like hours as she enjoyed the sensations, gasping for air each time they came near.

She almost missed when his hands withdrew from her body and he spoke.

“Madame Anna, we have reached the time I must ask you a question. Depending on how you answer this is the end of the massage …”

‘No! This can’t be it! I want more,’ she thought.

“With your permission, I can now work on your beautiful derrière, but it requires the removal of your panties, Madame, so I would need your permission?”

‘What? You can’t see I’m dying for more?’ she thought.

She would have ripped them off herself if she was not so comfortable and relaxed, in body at least if not in mind.

“Yes, Monsieur, you have my permission, please continue.”

“Merci, Madame.”

Almost before she had finished, she felt him gently take hold of her underwear and slide it slowly off her rear. She lifted her hips a little and then her legs to aid him. She was so aroused now that she would be surprised if he did not note how damp her panties were.

He moved to stand on her left by her midriff, applying oil once more. His warm hands suddenly were gliding across her right cheek in circular motions, working the oil into her generous amount of flesh. He repeated the action with her left, before returning to the right. Starting from the base of her rear he began softly pinching her skin with his whole hand, hand over hand until he reached her lower back and then descended once more.

Anna moaned now at ever touch, not caring anymore, it just felt so good. His hands performed the same pinching routine on her other cheek and now both were glowing with warmth. He concentrated on just one cheek at a time now, kneaded the skin and pinching it between thumb and finger as his hands swept back and forth, leaving no patch untouched.

He returned to standing in front of her head and leant over her once more, placing his hands on her lower back.

“Part your beautiful legs a little, s’il vous plait, Madame.”

It was not a question and Anna obeyed readily. His hands slowly slid up and over her behind, pressing down partway into her valley and coming to rest on her inner thighs. During, they had came dangerously close to her womanhood, brushing against the outermost regions. Instead of worrying her it had only made her squirm and want more. On the return trip they did the same but in the opposite direction and Anna found that this felt different again but good.

He repeated this three or four times and was about to go again. Anna was so hot now she felt naughty and uninhibited. Daringly, just as his fingers were passing her slit, she jinked her waist almost unnoticeably and the index of his right hand hit the very edge of her outer lips and ran its length. She hissed, sucking breath through clenched teeth at the pleasure it caused.

Immediately, his hands withdrew, and he uttered what she assumed was a curse.

“Madame, please forgive me, I do not know what happened. My deepest apologises, it will not happen again.”

“Why not? I liked it,” she said bravely, “it felt good.”

“Oh no, Madame, it is not permitted. A masseuse should not touch his client like that.”

Even though he was protesting, looking at his face she could see he was warring with himself. This once confident young man now looked flustered and very young suddenly, but she was exceptionally aroused now, wanting more and she knew how to deal with indecisive men; appeal to their base nature.

“Please, Monsieur, it felt so good and I am so very stressed, you would be doing me a great favour.”

This snagged his attention and he looked down at her.

“If you would do this favour for me, I’m sure I could do one for you.”

She gave him the look that would imply exactly what she meant and he gulped. Slowly she felt his hand return to her mound, cautious fingers running the length of her outer lips, brushing her neatly trimmed womanhood. Anna moaned and whispered words of encouragement. He grew noticeably bolder as she felt his middle finger slip between her folds and find her inner lips. She gasped as the tip found her bud and, having obviously regained his confidence, he began to rub it in slow circles. Anna let out a long moan of ecstasy and his ministrations increased in speed.

Anna kept up one long, continuous moan now as his warm fingertips played with her bud. Her hands gripped the edge of the table and her toes curled up as she tensed her whole body, sucking in her stomach to heighten the feelings. It was almost more than she could take when a second finger joined the first and they began to flick back and forth across her clitoris instead of in circles. Anna hissed through clenched teeth to keep from crying out loud as she relished the feelings building up inside her.

“Do not hold it back, Anna, let it out!”

As he said this, his fingers plunged into her already dripping pussy and it tipped Anna over the edge and she gave in to ecstasy. She cried out long and hard as her orgasm crashed through her, her womanhood spasmming around his fingers. She had not felt like this in many a year and longer still since she had had such an orgasm as this one.

Although she was still caught in the last waves of pleasure, Anna could not wait for more. Shifting her chest so she rested more comfortably on her breasts, which had moved during, she reached out and took hold of an ass cheek in each hand, pulling him right up to the table. This put his pelvic area right in front of her, at the perfect height just above the edge of the table. Anna grabbed his belt buckle and began to undo it. She felt him tense and his hand left her rear.

“Madame Anna, what has just happened is one thing, this another. I cannot allow you to do it.”

Anna heard the words and feared for a moment that he really would stop her but they sounded hollow, almost as if he were saying something he thought he should not what he really wanted to. When no further indications of resistance were shown she simply continued, unbuttoned his trousers and slowly drew down the zip. She pushed his trousers down his legs as far as the table angle would allow her arms to reach, revealing white silk boxers.

The boxers were being stretched by the bulge within and tight enough for her to make out the shape and size of his erection as it was held off to the left. Carnal desire burning within her, Anna slipped the first two fingers of each hand under his waistband and lifted the boxers up and over the object of her desire, pushing them down to join his pants and releasing his member from its confinement. It was fully erect now but it still hung pointing straight ahead, not rigidly upright. Anna preferred it when erect cocks could still be manoeuvred like this; it made what was coming next that bit easy.

The very tip was close enough to her mouth that she could easily lick it and so she did, drawing the point of her tongue slowly up the slit. The thing bucked and she grinned when she heard him gasp. Wasting no more time she wrapped her left hand around it at the base and wet her lips. Shimmying forward a little, she brought the head to her pursed lips. It jumped again and he moaned. Slowly she slid the whole head into her mouth, sliding effortlessly onto the shaft beyond aided by his lack of foreskin. She kept her lips in an ‘o’ shape so there were no gaps meaning everything in her mouth was fully enveloped.

When her lips met her hand, his head had reached the back of her throat. There must have been at least four inches within and her hand held about the same again. She began to suck as she pulled off, her tongue gliding up the back of his cock till she was almost fully off before descending once more, faster this time, steadily increasing the pace until she had a good rhythm. She felt his hands placed upon her shoulders, the fingertips digging in a little but gently, heard him moan and suck in his breath in time with her bobbing head.

‘What are you doing?’ she thought, ‘You’re sucking off a guy almost half your age when you should be at work!’

He growled then, a deep guttural sound and she thought, ‘Who fucking cares? I’m enjoying this.’

After a just a few minutes his breath quickened and his fingers gripped her shoulder blades. His moans had become a constant growl, deep and sexy and Anna knew what was coming next. She sucked him for all she was worth as he pumped into her hot, wet mouth and it was not long before she felt him stiffen, his cock throb and the slow rising of cum along his member before it fired into her throat. She gagged on the first load, before managing to swallow the next two, marvelling that she had forgotten how much she loved the taste of cum. It had been far too long and she greedily swirled her tongue around the head, not wanting to miss a drop.

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