He blushed again.
"James," she said seductively, "want me to take it out for you, darling? Want me to? Want to walk around the office with your prick hanging out?"
"You're vulgar," he said, "but I love it." He stood in front of her. She kneeled. She looked up at his face. Her hand brushed over the front of his pants. Her fingers outlined his prick from the base to the tip. Then she bent her head and brushed her lips across his pants. His prick throbbed.
"James, I wanted to do this to you from the first time I laid eyes on you… believe that?"
Without waiting for him to answer, he watched her fingers unzip his fly. Then he felt her warm hand entering the fly. He felt her fingers searching for the opening of his underwear. Then she touched his bare prick. He felt a terrible churning in his balls. He began to quiver. When her fingers curled around his naked staff, he gritted his teeth.
All this while she was staring up at his face, watching his reactions as her fingers began to stroke and caress, as her fingernails crawled delightfully up and down. Her thumb snapped against the head of his prick.
"I'm going to take your prick out and look at it, James. Then… James…" she paused, still manipulating his prick, but lightly, "James, would you like me to… to kiss it for you… like how you kissed me… my cunt… back in the apartment?"
James Groten was groaning as she kept purring. Down on her knees, James could see the full swelling curves of her magnificent breasts. She was breathing more and more rapidly now. She looked up again.
"James, want me to suck it?"
She took it out of his pants. "Oh, James, look here. Look down here," she cried, holding it, her fingers curled around the staff, her hand moving gently from side to side. She blew hot breath all over the head of his cock.
"It's leaking, James. It wants to come, doesn't it? He wants to shoot, doesn't he?"
With this, she glanced up once more and then, opening her lips, glided his thick, hot prick into her mouth. She took all of his prick down her throat. Then she pulled back, coughing a little. Again she sucked his entire, shaft into her mouth. Then she pulled away again. Using her pink tongue, she began to flutter it from the top of his cock down to the hairy base. Finally she took it back into her sucking hot mouth and worked on it violently, jerking it with her one hand. Swaying it from side to side, she began pounding it against her cheeks, on her nose, up to her chin before she'd dive back onto his cock and he would see it vanish into her mouth.
He didn't know how much more of this he could take without coming. All his strength was now stored in his balls and they were pounding. When he felt her fingers squeeze his testicles, he gritted his teeth once more. But this gesture was useless!
He exploded right into her sucking mouth, his come spitting out furiously, bombarding the inside of her cheeks. It coated her teeth as she sucked furiously, her cheeks billowing, her eyes opening and closing and then staring wide as she felt his pounding cock quivering inside her mouth. She swallowed every gob of hot sticky ooze, almost gagging – until he stopped holding her head and stopped pumping into her face as if he were fucking her cunt.
For the longest while Alice Duerr kept his prick inside her mouth. Then she let it slip out. She held it tenderly. She kissed it all over. She kissed his balls as she held them in the palm of her right hand. Her tongue slashed his hairy testicles, then her lips nibbled at them while her fingers massaged his softening penis.
She stood up. He held her close. Her tongue went into his mouth. They kissed ravenously, Alice pinching his buttocks, her hands moving up and down his back as she pressed her massive breasts against his shirt.
"Well," she sighed, breaking away. "Now how did you like that?"
"I've got to sit down," he smiled. "I don't know what to say."
"Say thank you," she smiled back at him. She sat again on the edge of his desk. Again she put her high-heeled feet up on the edge of his swivel chair. She picked up the cigarette but it had gone out. He gave her another. He lit it for her. She dragged in deeply, her deep, penetrating eyes never leaving his.
"I was really thirsty, huh?" she laughed.
"And I was like a fountain. Unbelievable!"
"Well, James… now that that's over, maybe we can get down to a little business, huh?"
"You're too much… too much!" he laughed.
As they worked together efficiently, the time flew. They went out for lunch and hurried back, Alice's sexy outfit almost creating a panic in the small Italian restaurant.
At about three o'clock they were both pleasantly shocked to find that they'd finished the job.
They went into Alice's private office. She let him slide down her hot pants, then her sheer transparent pantyhose. She sat up on her desk. He sat in her chair. She raised her knees up over his shoulders. He buried his face in her hairy crotch and sucked her clitoris until she was writhing frantically, screaming and groaning.
"I want you to fuck me," she murmured. "I want your prick up my cunt, James."
"Come home with me," he said. "We can be alone there. I'll send the kids out to the movies, okay?"
"Yes. Yesssssss… yes! Suck me all over again! Suck my cunt… ohoooooo, James, eat my cunt… and then… then… ohoooooooo, then we'll go… we'll go to your place…"
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Alice Duerr was amazed that James lived so close to the office. "It's a pleasant walk," he told her. They crossed the street arm in arm. "Thank you for sucking me so beautifully," she sighed, kissing his cheek. "I can't explain why, but I just knew you'd be good at it," she smiled, letting her arm fall, her hand glancing over his buttocks. James blushed slightly.
From the corner of his eye, he watched her as she walked close beside him. Her long hair bouncing, her breasts jiggling under her expensive suede coat. He loved the idea that she'd taken off her pantyhose, that she wore only her hotpanth, her moist cunt and delicious buttocks naked under the binding material.
"Do you think your daughter will like me?"
"I don't see why not." He didn't. But there was one thing… one thing only. Leslie just might possibly be jealous. In fact, he knew she would be if she thought he'd had sex with this marvelously attractive older woman who dressed so seductively, obviously terribly proud of her gorgeous breasts, her pointed nipples and especially her sensual regions below her cinched-in waist.
"Young girls are often very jealous of women already generating modes of and erotic torture he knew they had the space to spread such as I," she laughed gaily as they crossed Third Avenue and turned into Gramercy Park. "Oh, James," she blurted out suddenly, "this reminds me."
"Of what?" he asked, squeezing her arm. He was enjoying her company thoroughly. He could hardly wait until he'd shooed the children away and he could be alone with her on his own turf, so to speak.
His brain was seduction, capture she'd enjoy where out.
Alice smiled up at him. "Well, you know that group of computer experts who are coming in?"
"I've heard about them."
"Well, they're all Italians and the boss told me to make arrangements to take them to a reasonably good Italian restaurant their first night."
"So?"
"Well, there's one right here. It's off Gramercy Park, down on Irving Place. Let's drop in there first, okay? We'll have a drink while I study the menu. Then, if it's an okay place, I'm going to book the reservations. Might as well do it while I'm nearby, don't you think?"
James Groten agreed. The restaurant's name was La Mama and it was deserted except for the manager. This old man provided Alice with two different menus and vanished after putting a bottle of wine and two polished goblets down on the booth table.
If they needed him, he would be way in the back but he could hear them if they yelled out. If anyone knocked on the locked front door, they were to ignore it because the place was closed and didn't open until the dinner hour.