Burning the Midnight Oil

My secretary is hot! Hiring her was one of the smartest decisions I’ve made in a long time. Her name is Darla. She’s 26, 5’3, 116 pounds, jet-black hair, blue eyes, and 36-24-36. I love looking at her tits, and I love looking at her ass—both are awesome! She has two long, luscious legs I love to spread while I eat out her hot twat. Darla knows what she does to me. That’s why we have so much fun. We’ve been fucking for months now, and we’ve done it in every possible position on every possible surface in the office.

I’m not too bad myself. I’m a 38-year old attorney in pretty good shape. I’m 6’2, 195 pounds, blonde hair, and blue eyes. I run every morning, and that helps me stay pretty fit and lean. I play tennis and golf, so I’ve got a good tan. And, fortunately, for me, Darla seems to dig older guys. 

All of our sex encounters have been awesome, but there’s one in particular that sticks out in my memory. That’s the one I’m going to tell you about now. It happened about a week ago as we finished preparing for a huge case that was about to go to trial. 

Since we had spent the last week burning the midnight oil, Darla and I hadn’t had a chance to fuck all week. Needless to say I was having a hard time concentrating because I was so horny. Every time Darla walked by me I got a whiff of her perfume. She smelled like White Diamonds and it was driving me insane with lust. And, of course, every time I looked up I would catch a glimpse of her ass or her tits or her legs, and that wasn’t helping matters either. I decided it was time for a break. I needed some pussy and I wanted Darla’s—right then!

I was sitting at the table in our office law library studying Brown v The State of Mississippi. Trust me; it wasn’t even remotely interesting—especially enough to keep my mind off Darla. 

Darla was in the outer office typing several depositions I needed, and she would have to come into the library and ask me questions every now and again. That’s how I kept getting a whiff of her White Diamonds perfume. 

After a while, Darla came into the library to ask me another question. She came up beside me and bent down over my right shoulder to ask her question. I didn’t even pretend to be listening. Instead, I slid my right hand up her thigh until I reached her crotch. I started rubbing the crotch of her lace panties and she was wet within seconds. I could tell she was as horny as I was. 

I stood up, grabbed Darla by the waist and pulled her to me. I shoved my tongue down her throat and gave her a long, deep, wet kiss. She responded in kind and started sucking on my tongue. Before I knew it, she was on her knees with my zipper down and my dick out. She shoved my fat, 7-inch cock in her mouth and started sucking me all the way down. I grabbed the back of her head and started fucking her mouth. 
After a few seconds I felt my balls tighten. I knew I’d cum right away if I didn’t pull her off my dick. I pulled my dick out of her mouth and in one swift movement shoved everything that was on the huge library table to the floor. All of my notes, case studies, books—everything—was now in a pile on the floor. I didn’t care.

I picked Darla up, sat her on the table and shoved her back so she was lying with her feet facing me. I spread her legs and buried my head in her crotch.

I could smell her hot pussy juice through her panties. I stuck my tongue out to have a taste. It tasted just like nectar from the gods. Damn, I love the taste of pussy juice, and I wanted to taste more of Darla’s.

Using both hands, I ripped the crotch of her panties apart. Darla screamed in excitement. Her pussy lips were red, swollen, and wet in anticipation of my tongue and dick. I leaned in and started licking Darla’s twat. I slide my tongue up and down the folds of her lips—slurping her juice as I went. I then moved my tongue up to her love button. Her clit must have been sticking out at least a half-inch. I wrapped my lips around it and started sucking on it. 

Darla was bucking and moaning as I worked her hot clit. The more I sucked and tongued her, the harder she bucked. She had hold of the back of my head and she was riding my face like there was no tomorrow. I was all too happy to take the punishment like a champ and hold on for the ride.

Darla loves to get her pussy eaten out more than any other woman I’ve been with. She can have orgasm after orgasm after orgasm as long as a guy is eating her out and working on her snatch. She bucks and moans and fucks your face like a wild woman while you’re buried between her thighs. That’s cool with me because I love to eat pussy. I usually eat Darla out for at least 20 to 30 minutes every time we hook up.

As Darla continued to ride my face, I alternated between licking her pussy and sucking her clit. My face was covered in her pussy juice and my dick head was covered in my cock juice. 

I couldn’t take it anymore. After about 15 minutes of muff diving, I wanted to fuck her. Hell, I NEEDED to fuck her. I stood up and pulled Darla by the hips to the edge of the table. I lined the head of my cock up with her pussy and slid in. Since she was already so wet, my fat cock had no trouble sliding inside her. 

I buried my cock to the hilt and stood still for a second. I love the way it feels when a woman’s tight pussy is wrapped all the way around my shaft. 

I started pumping slowly in and out of Darla. She started playing with her tits as I was fucking her. Eventually, I picked up my pace and started laying into her. I couldn’t control myself. I hadn’t fucked in a week, and I needed to release.

I started going at Darla like a fucking wild man. I had her by the hips and I was ramming my dick into her hole with no mercy. Her tits were bouncing as she pinched her nipples. The only sounds in the room were the sounds of my hips slapping against her ass, her moans, and my grunts. 

I pulled my dick out of Darla’s cunt and sat down in a chair. Darla jumped from the table, straddled my lap, and sat down on my dick. She started bouncing up and down on my cock. I could feel her inner muscles tighten with each upward stroke—trying to milk my cock. Goddamn, this girl was good. As Darla rode me, I pinched her nipples. They were rock hard and stuck out like pencil erasers. This made her ride me even harder and faster.

After a few more minutes of this, Darla grabbed my shoulders and I felt her body shudder. She was having another orgasm and I could feel more pussy juice gush out around my cock. She wasn’t alone, though. As soon as I felt her pussy spasm, I shot the first of six shots of cum deep inside her. I kept bucking my hips and shoving my cock inside her until the last shot was fired.

When we were both done shooting, Darla stood up and looked at me with a wicked grin. I knew what she wanted and she knew I’d do it.

I got up from the chair and lay down on the floor. Darla straddled my face and sat down with her pussy just an inch from my mouth. As she sat there I began to slide my tongue back into her pussy. 

Darla was kind of kinky. One of the things she liked to do was feed me her pussy again after we’d fucked and I shot my load in her. I wasn’t crazy about it the first time I tried it, but after a time or two, I started to love it. 

There’s something truly erotic about eating your lover’s cunt after it’s filled with both your juices. The taste is a bit odd, but I’ve grown accustomed to it, and now I really like it. 

I continued to eat out Darla’s well-fucked cunt until she was satisfied I’d licked out every drop. She then bent down and started licking the excess pussy/cock juice from my face. And, believe me, there was a ton of it. When she had sufficiently cleaned my face, she slid her tongue into my mouth and we shared both our juices. This was how we always ended our fuck sessions.

After we rested a couple of minutes, we both stood up and started to straighten our clothes. Throughout the entire session, neither of us had gotten naked. She pulled my dick out through my fly and I ripped the crotch of her panties. That was it. 

We both finished composing ourselves, and Darla collected the depositions she was working on and walked out of the law library. Not a word was spoken. I guess she must have forgotten her question.