"Mmmm, baby," Sharon moaned, twisting her shoulders to grind her big tit harder into Tom's massaging palm.
"Let's fuck, doll," Tom whispered into her ear. Speaking took only a second away from his tongue stroking her earlobe, his lips sucking at her soft warm neck, his teeth nipping at the throbbing pulse at the side of her slender throat.
"God, Tom, you're driving me nuts," Sharon groaned. "Let me get out of my skirt, will you?"
Tom nipped her throat harder, then stepped back, letting go of the hot mound of flesh in his hand.
He watched Sharon's tits jiggle delightfully as she bent forward, dropped her skirt down to her feet, and stepped daintily out of the loose mass of material. She hung her skirt neatly on a projecting knob on the side of the console.
She looked at Tom, licking her lips. She took a deep breath, then hooked her thumbs in the waist of her panties and skinned them down her long legs.
Tom gasped at the sight of her beautiful cunt when she straightened back up. Her pussy was covered with a thick muff of rich brown hair, soft and curled tightly to the puffy mound of her fresh young cunt.
Sharon hooked her panties over her skirt. She was naked, except for her running shoes. Rubber soles were required in the computer room. No matter how nicely the girl dressed during working hours, she always had to wear gym shoes. It pissed her off, but the pay compensated for the annoyance, and it let her avoid the delay of stripping off stockings and garter belt in situations like this one.
"Strip, honey pie," Sharon said with a short laugh. She jammed her fists onto her hips and spread her feet wide apart, looking a bit like a naked prison guard, her expression a mockery of sternness.
Tom stripped quickly. His huge cock sprang into view, and Sharon suddenly lost her composure. Her expression softened and she sank slowly to her knees, a picture of eager submission, her gaze locked on the huge quivering pole of Tom's massive cock.
"What time will the security people be around?" Tom asked.
"Twenty-five minutes, almost to the second," Sharon replied, glancing automatically at the clock behind Tom's ass. She responded automatically to every request for information. She was a damned good secretary.
And she knew how to make a guy's cock harder, better than any other girl in the whole fucking building.
"Suck it, doll," Tom ordered. Hidden as they were behind the computer consoles, Tom had no fear of being seen. His only worry was the security team. They had to enter the office, and test the locks on each piece of equipment.
But they had twenty-five long, long minutes. Sharon swayed forward on her bare knees, her breath blasting like a hot wind against Tom's cock and balls.
He reached out and gripped the young woman's head, digging his fingers deep into her soft brown hair. He drew her head forward until her lips were touching the head of his aching prick.
He nudged her lips apart with the tip of his cock.
Sharon's eyes flicked upward, then she looked straight ahead, right into Tom's cock hair. She opened her mouth wide, and bobbed her head forward until she had swallowed nearly the full length of the man's fat cock.
Tom groaned in pleasure. He jerked his ass a bit, gagging the pretty girl with the wide hooded head of his immense cock pole.
Sharon began drooling immediately, sucking and slobbering all over Tom's pulsing, hot prick. She drove her mouth up and down along the sleek cock, sucking harder and harder. Her tongue wiggled over the tiny slit in the tip of his cock, trying to drill down. She sucked his prick like a lollipop, enjoying the sucking sounds she was making as much as Tom was enjoying the sensations shooting into his balls.
Her hands slid upward over the backs of his hairy thighs, then cupped the tight cheeks of his ass. Her fingernails gouged into his flesh, and she dragged him forward, sucking his cock all the way into her mouth. Her lips pressed down around his thick prick shaft, all the way to his cock hair.
Tom had never felt his cock sucked so deep into a girl's throat. Good God, my prick must be stuffed right down on top of her vocal cords, he thought. What a fucking fine sensation. He felt her gulp, and her throat muscles constricted around his cock meat, squeezing and milking his prick in a tight wet vise.
His fingers clawed at her hair, hugging her face tightly to his crotch.
Sharon grunted, and they both relaxed a bit. She pulled her mouth back, sucking the saliva from his hot prick, kissing the very tip of his cock as she sat back and caught her breath.
"Jesus, doll, you sure know how to suck cock!" Tom told the girl on her knees.
Sharon looked up into his eyes and grinned. "Oh, yeah? You should see what I can do to a cunt, baby."
And before Tom could gasp, Sharon dove her mouth back onto his prick. But this time she was going for broke. She jerked her head backward and forward like a maniac, twisting her face from side to side as she gobbled the man's cock. She gulped and swallowed and drooled and sucked and slobbered, frictioning Tom's rigid prick faster and faster, sucking his cock harder and harder.
Tom let go of her hair and pressed his hands against the walls of the metal consoles that surrounded them both for support. His knees were giving out. His balls grew heavier and heavier as the girl on her knees in front of him pumped her mouth up and down the full length of his cock, gulping at exactly the right moment to friction his cock head best.
Tom bent forward over her body. His balls hurt like hell. His cock had never experienced such a blow job. His hips began spasming, trying to jam his prick deeper into the girl's wondrous throat.
Sharon was whimpering now, sucking violently. Air and saliva popped and slurped from her mouth and bubbled around her lips as though she was foaming at the mouth.
"Oh, fucking God," Tom groaned. "Jesus, girl, you are the fucking best cock sucker in the world!''
Suddenly Sharon stopped completely. She pulled her mouth off Tom's throbbing prick. She looked up at his face. She smiled coyly.
"I know it," she said.
Before he could groan from the loss of her mouth, she jammed her lips back down over his prick and was sucking again, just as hard and fast as before without the slightest break in rhythm.
Tom's balls squeezed and spasmed hard. His cock went as hard as steel and the first scalding spurt of thick come blasted out of his prick and into Sharon's gulping throat.
The spasms came hard and fast, blasting the girl's throat with thick gobs of gooey, sticky, scalding spunk. She gulped his come down as fast as spunk shot from his prick head, and with each gulp she clutched his cock tighter with her throat muscles, sending his balls into another spasm.
Tom had never come so fucking hard, so fucking long. The spasms went on and on, and Sharon let her mouth fill with his come so she could taste the hot fuck fluid. She drew her head back until her lips were sealed around the very tip of Tom's prick head, and she was sucking the juice out of his balls like a baby at a bottle.
Her hands clawed his bare ass cheeks, then trailed down under his body to his hairy balls. There, she fingered his sac of balls lightly, sending him into another series of hard spasms. The girl had endless talent.
"Oh, Jesus! Suck it out of me, doll!"
Sharon wiggled her tongue over his prick slit between spurts of come, then sucked and swallowed the juice as it flowed out of his cock.
Tom was shaking violently, his hands white as they pressed harder against the metal walls around him. He could barely stand.
His balls gave a sudden hard spasm, sending one final thick blast of hot spunk into Sharon's wonderful mouth. She knew his come was over before he did. She sucked the sticky goo out of his prick, then sank back onto her bare ass, her bare back pressed against the wall.
"Whew," she said, taking a deep breath. She licked her lips, savoring the taste of Tom's come.