I took one pierced nipple between my lips, nibbling first before running my tongue over it like an eager snake sensing prey, the cold feel of the nipple ring enhancing the experience.
Gloria wasn’t a patient child because her hands were already stroking my whatchamacallit, running her fingers down the length of it as she stuck her small breasts into my mouth. And then she was undoing my belt and zipper and before I knew it, the girl was on her knees, my chief of staff in her mouth.
I took in a deep breath as I reeled. Babe knew what to do with those lips and tongue. She was lapping and slurping so much I couldn’t tell whether she was sucking or licking me but like Dapo would say, who cares!
When it looked like she was going to “finish work” right there and then, I pulled back ever so gently and disentangled my chief of staff from her ravenous lips.
“Let’s go get this on,” I said taking her hand and pulling her to her feet.
“It’s my period, mister,” she said wiping her lips with the back of her hand.
“Really?” I asked visions of blue-balls assailing me.
“Really,” she said and laughed.
“Have you got honey in the house?” she asked and I nodded and pointed to the fridge.
“Get it, let me finish you off.”
An obedient child with an amazing need, I fetched the honey and she led me to the long 3 seater.
She bid me lie down then took off my trousers and boxers.
Freed from captivity, my chief of staff rose to attention. Gloria liked what she saw. She flicked a tongue over my dick before lathering it with honey and then she went to work with her hands and her tongue and her lips and she was so good that I was singing and screaming when she took my whole cum in her sweet mouth.
My knees were shaking when she got off me and walked to the kitchen to wash off the honey.
“When do I see you again?” I asked at the door as I saw her off.
“Relax, Oliver Twist,” she said and sashayed away.
Damn, girl, I muttered under my breath.