101 EROTICA STORIES (37 page)

John dropped his hands to his sides, and Dina undid his belt, button, and zipper. She slid his pants down his waist, kneeling down as well as she pulled the garment down. She saw he had nothing on beneath his pants. This made her laugh inside her head. That explained the very visible bulge she had seen earlier.

The pants were now around John’s ankles. He stepped out of them and kicked them to the side. By now Dina was on her knees in front of him. She was face-to-face with his penis, which was a sight to behold. It was huge but not fully erect—yet. She reached out and touched it tentatively with her hands, teasing him lightly. This made him moan softly, and he stiffened under her touch. She watched as his cock grew larger and more erect.

“You’re teasing me,” he said, panting slightly.

“This is part of the procedure, John,” she answered, trying to keep her voice neutral but failing.

“Screw the procedure,” he shot back. Dina saw he was completely aroused now. His breathing became louder and more labored. His cock was now practically standing up. It was swollen and engorged, its veins filling with blood as his body made and sent signals all over that indicated his senses was heightened to almost maximum capacity. He grabbed her wrists. “Come on, Dina, let’s just fuck each other. Who cares about protocol and procedures? Let’s—” He broke off as Dina caressed his cock once more.

His dirty talk and the audacity to suggest foregoing protocol stroked Dina’s arousal. She was incredibly turned on too, not to mention that the idea of getting it down and dirty with John excited her immensely. Much as she was tempted to, she just couldn’t ignore protocol over a few minutes of heightened sensual passion. She had always been a woman of sound judgment, and with her job on the line, she needed to use that famous judgment now more than ever.

She answered him by placing his cock inside her mouth. He couldn’t stop moaning now. It appeared he had been feeling hot and horny the second he had seen Dina without a piece of clothing on. How torturous it must be for him having to sit in front of a fully naked woman—and an attractive one at that—without being able to do anything!

Dina’s hands snaked around John’s hips and settled at his firm, solid buttocks. She grabbed as much flesh as she can and squeezed hard, all the while pursing her lips tightly around his dick and making humming sounds. She knew he liked what she was doing by the way his flesh trembled under her touch and how he was panting so hard now. This went on for about a few minutes. She didn’t mind at all. She enjoyed the feel of his solid tool inside her mouth. It was fleshy but firm, and it was large. It fit snugly inside her mouth. She noticed he also tasted clean and fresh, unlike some of the guys she had interviewed in the few years she had been with the firm. John Thompson was a dream come true, and Dina was determined to stretch that dream for as long as she could.

She pushed at John’s buttocks, bringing him closer to her and his dick deeper into her mouth. With her knees she inched closer to him. His cock was now almost at her throat. Much as she wanted to push it in deeper, she could not. There were cameras all over the office, not to mention all over the entire building. Talking dirty and plotting plans weren’t considered serious offenses. The higher-ups believed talk was cheap, and unless the plans were actually carried out, then such talk were harmless and not a threat. Taking an applicant’s penis even deeper than required, however, didn’t fall under the “empty threat” category. No, she didn’t want to take the risk.

John moved his hips, thrusting his cock in and out of Dina’s mouth. She took it in eagerly, moistening it with the fluids present in her mouth. Her hands never budged from his buttocks. On and on she kept grabbing and squeezing. His hands were now wound in her hair, where they tugged gently. Every tug sent shivers of ecstasy all over her body. She pressed closer to him, her fully aroused tits brushing against the front of his thighs.

“Oh, Dina, that feels so good,” John said in between moans and groans. “You are so good at what you do.” His hips moved faster, becoming more urgent. His thrusting picked up speed, and his breathing grew quicker.

Dina realized he was going to orgasm anytime now. She quickly withdrew her mouth from his organ, let go of his firm buttocks that she couldn’t get enough of, and wrapped her hands around his penis this time. She positioned his penis in such a way that it pointed directly over her breasts.

She was just in time. He came a few seconds after. He jerked and did a kind of dance. He shuddered, and a hot white fluid came spurting out from his dick. She watched with fascination as the liquid shot out and landed right on her chest, soaking her breasts. More spurts shot out as John went on shaking and shuddering. Then he cried out loud, and as he grew limp, his penis ejected a final shot of the white come down into her breasts.

John’s knees grew weak. He felt drained and spent. Before they could give way completely, he knelt in front of Dina in similar fashion. He placed his hands on her shoulders and was about to pull her close to him, but she placed a palm on his chest, stopping him.

“We can’t give each other a hug, John,” Dina reminded him gently. Her face and body didn’t give away anything, but inside she was burning with desire and a tinge of frustration. Damn the protocol! She would have given anything to have those strong arms wrapped around her, but anything didn’t include her job. Maybe they could catch up after work or something.

Focus, Dina, she told herself. It’s your job. Remember that. Stop getting carried away, and focus on what you were expected to do.

“Why not?” he asked. His brow furrowed. He was puzzled.

“Protocol,” she said simply. She placed her hands at the sides of his head. “We can, however, do this.”

She gently pushed his head toward her chest, particularly to her breasts, which were slathered with his fresh come. He understood what needed to be done, and she felt more than saw his tongue flicker out and make contact with her chest. His tongue was soft and sharp at the same time. As it made its way over her nipple, she sighed in contentment.

“That’s it, John,” she said encouragingly. “No hugs, but you can lick me up all you want.” She pushed his head closer to her chest. “Come on, man up. I know you can do better than that.”

Her words did the trick. John seemed to come into life beneath her hands. He placed his hands on her buttocks for support. As she did on his bum a few moments ago, he grabbed as much meat from her behind as he could and gave it a thorough squeeze. His squeezing hurt slightly, but it was more pleasurable than painful. She decided to throw her inhibitions out the window and do whatever she pleases—as long as it fell within the procedure, of course.

Dina gave out little moans. Her moaning seemed to perk up John, who was now enthusiastically licking his own come off her breasts. He couldn’t get enough of her tits. It seemed like he must have more after each lick. He nibbled and pulled on her nipples, making them stand as erect as possible. By now his mouth was full of his come. He remembered the instruction on such situation, and he went and executed what was expected right away.

He kissed her full on the mouth. She was surprised but not for long. She too remembered what was to be done. She parted her lips and opened her mouth wide. He shot his come right into her open mouth. As soon as she felt his substance inside her oral cavity, she swallowed it whole. His taste was different now—maybe because her sweat had mixed with the fluid—but it still tasted clean. It still tasted of him. There was a sticky feeling in her throat, and she swallowed again. She smiled.

“Good girl,” he said, and smiled back. He leaned toward her again, and before she could back off and tell him he wasn’t allowed to give her a full kiss on the lips except for specific instances, he had planted a quick one on her lips and nibbled slightly on her lower lip. He had backed away before she could swat him. What he did wasn’t a grave offense, but she was having none of that. She didn’t want any more of those moments and quick moves. She was afraid she would get carried away, and she couldn’t afford to do that. Especially not now, when she was so close to waging it all in and giving in to the lust-drenched calls of her flesh.

“John, you weren’t supposed to do that,” she said sharply, hoping to discourage him from making any more attempts.

He didn’t seem bothered, though. He tipped her a wink and went back to her breasts again. He fondled one breast with his hand while he took the other breast inside his mouth. He sucked and fondled, and soon, Dina’s worries melted away. She was giving in again. No matter. Her glance went to the clock on the wall, and she saw they no longer had much time left. Their allotted hour was almost up, but she wasn’t worried. She felt herself down there. She was very wet now. Some of her fluids had begun to drip down her thighs.

John’s hand, the one on Dina’s breast, went down and slipped between her thighs. Feeling how moist she was down there, he removed his mouth from her tit and looked up at her.

“You’re soaking wet,” he remarked. His eyes shone.

“You know what to do about it,” she said, her lips pulled up in a naughty smile.

John chuckled. “Yeah, I do.” He carefully pushed Dina back down the floor. Dina allowed herself to be pushed. When her back hit the floor, she arranged her legs, spreading them wide so as to give him free access. He placed himself between her legs and, after a moment’s hesitation, buried his face in her cunt.

The same tongue—sharp and soft at the same time—that ran all over her chest penetrated her down there. She moaned and writhed on the floor. She had no idea how much she had wanted to feel him down there until his tongue made contact on her wet flesh. Her knees bent and her legs began to close, but John spread them open right back and held them down with his arms, pinning them on the floor.

Dina was completely bare and vulnerable now. She still had her stilettos on, and they made the scene appear kinkier than usual. There was a sense of urgency in the air that she was sure was the real thing. They only had minutes left to themselves now. As the interviewer, she was the one in charge; hence, she mustn’t let themselves do their thing way past the deadline. She would be blamed for the delay as she was supposed to be in control of the situation. But she couldn’t think straight, not with his lovely tongue flicking in and out of her organ.

She went on writhing on the floor. Her hips rose and fell in time with the thrusting of John’s tongue. She reached out and touched her breasts. She played with them, tugging at her nipples and pulling at the entire breast as his tongue went on snaking playfully at the mound between her thighs. She felt herself growing wetter every second. She didn’t want John to stop what he was doing. She opened her mouth to tell him how much he was driving her crazy, but then he inserted a finger inside her pussy, and the words escaped her. She lay back down on the floor and gave off a series of moans that never seemed to stop. Her moans kept getting louder as his tongue inside her pussy became more intense. The lone finger down there added to the intense pleasure.

“John, you’re merciless,” Dina managed to gasp out. The words escaped her again as John planted his mouth over her swollen clitoris and began to suck on it gently. The finger inside her cunt went on sliding in and out, not stopping even for a second.

The sensations were too much for Dina. She went on moaning and thrashing on the floor. Her hands wrapped around John’s hair and tugged at them hard, almost painfully. “Let up, John,” she begged. But she was so breathless now and panting harshly that he didn’t hear what she had just said. He went on pleasing her down there with both his mouth and finger. All in all, when Dina came, it was an explosive one.

She screamed as she came, one of the very few times she did so. She screamed again as another orgasm coursed through her. The fluids she ejected from her body spurted into John’s face, but he didn’t mind at all. He didn’t let up; in fact, he went on sucking and plunging his finger into her vagina even though she was already leaking hot white fluid from her most intimate part.

Dina came and came and came again. Just as she thought she couldn’t take any more, the final orgasm ran all over her body and left her lying on the floor, out of breath and completely drained. John still had his mouth and finger inside her pussy. When he saw she was spent, though, he took his mouth and finger from her private space and, placing his hands on the floor beside her shoulders for support, loomed over her.