The Temp

I hadn’t exactly planned on having an affair with the temp. Then
again, I hadn’t exactly expected the agency to send Susan. She was
tiny - only about five feet tall, with straight silky black hair that
fell, heavy and straight, down her back, and small, high tits that
jiggled when she walked. But it was her mouth that drove me nuts -
these full, Cupid’s-bow lips - no lipstick, she didn’t need it - big
enough that I knew she’d be able to swallow my cock easily, small
enough that I knew it would be deliciously tight inside.

It was a Friday afternoon when I made my move. My wife was out of town
for a convention, and I had the whole weekend to myself. I offered to
give Susan a ride home, and after prettily refusing, she finally
agreed.

When she got into my car, I turned towards her. “You might have
guessed that I find you attractive,” I said matter-of-factly.

She blushed furiously. “Oh, Mr. Taylor.”

“Call me Rob,” I insisted, and reached over and put my hand on her
thigh just below the hem of her skirt. “I’m going to be direct, Susan.
I want to make love to you. I’d like you to come home with me.”

Her pretty pouty lips gaped. “I don’t, I don’t think I should!”

“Don’t you find me attractive?” I slipped my hand up her skirt. I
could feel how hot her cunt was without even touching it.

“Yes,” she breathed. Her nipples were practically tearing through her
shirt. I leaned over and kissed that beautiful mouth of hers. When I
pulled back, she sighed.

“Now may I take you home, Susan?” I asked her, fingering her tight
nipple. She nodded.

When we got to my house, I led her straight to the bedroom. “Take off
your skirt and your blouse,” I ordered. She complied quickly. Her
breasts strained against her bra, porcelain skin against white lace. I
could see the faint shadow of dark hair under her panties, just before
her thighs spread out into her lacy stockings.

I let her run her hands over my chest. Two years ago, when my wife had
decided sex wasn’t going to be a part of our marriage anymore, I had
started working out, and now I had a body any thirty year-old would
have been jealous of.

Susan’s tits were palm-sized, perfectly pointed with dusky rosy
nipples. I bent my head and sucked on them. She grabbed my hair in her
hands and pulled as I flicked my tongue against the pellets of her
nipples and kneaded the soft flesh of her breasts.

“Take off your panties, Susan.” She sat obediently on the edge of the
bed and pulled them off. It had been so long since I’d smelled the
smell of hot, wet pussy. I took of my pants slowly. She inhaled when
she saw my cock, throbbing against my stomach with a drop of pre-cum
glistening on the end. “Do you want to suck it?” I asked her.

“Oh yes, please,” she breathed. Her hands went to her breasts and she
started pulling at her nipples. I thought I was going to shoot my load
right there, all over her tits, but I controlled myself.

“I’ll let you,” I promised. “I’ll let you suck my cock as long as you
want, but first I want to taste your pussy.” I pushed her back onto
the bed and spread her legs. She was so hot I thought I might burn my
lips, and so wet that I shoved two fingers inside her without any
trouble. She bucked and moaned as I worked her pearl, licking and
sucking.

I slammed my fingers into her tight cunt, thrusting over and over,
until Susan started screaming and I felt the tunnel of her pussy
contracting around my fingers as she came. I moved up, wiped my mouth
on the back of my hand, and reached over into the night table.

“Have you ever seen these?” I asked her, dangling a set of nipple clips
from my fingers.

She opened her dark eyes, glassy from her orgasm. “No.”

I smiled. “You’ll love them.” I loosened the clasps and attached them
to those beautiful nipples, tightening them just enough to stimulate,
but not hurt her.

I straddled her and then moved my cock up under the chain that
connected the clips, dragging my balls along her flat stomach. I was
so hard I could have lifted a car with my dick. I pulled back and up,
increasing the pressure on her nipples. Her mouth was wide open and
she was breathing hard. I stared at her lips as I thrust my hips back
and forth, letting the metal slide up and down my shaft.

“Do you like that, baby?” I asked.

“I love it,” she laughed. I could feel her hips wriggling below me.

“You still want to suck my cock?” I asked her.

“Yes,” she begged. I had to get my dick in there before I exploded. I
moved the chain off my shaft and let her tits relax.

I moved up over her again. “Open up, baby,” I told her, and slowly fed
her my cock. It was so hot and wet in her mouth I knew I wasn’t going
to last long.

She was a fantastic cocksucker, flicking her tongue over the head,
cupping my balls lightly with one hand and tickling my asshole with the
other. “Let me fuck your mouth,” I ordered.

Her jaw relaxed and her lips loosened as I began to rock my hips back
and forth. Those soft lips of hers looked so hot around my cock. She
wanted it harder and faster so I gave it to her, fucking her mouth with
abandon. She curled her tongue around the underside of my root as I
thrust, saliva and pre-cum dripping out of her mouth, her eyes closed
in ecstasy.

“Oh baby,” I moaned as my cock throbbed over and over again, shooting
my cum against the back of her throat.

When I pulled my softening dick out of her mouth, she swallowed and
licked her lips and then gave me a warm, sweet smile, blinking up at me
with beautiful brown eyes. “I really like working for you, Rob,” she
said.