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closed and lips swollen by my kisses, lying on my pillow in my bed. I see her writhing under me, as we make scorching-hot love early on a Sunday morning. Soon, I hear her morning-song coming from her throat as she comes, clenching around my hard, throbbing dick. I start, realizing that I really have gotten hard, for the second time today. I shift my body, not wanting her to see her effect on me.
     
    Corey : “Mr. Drummond! I’ll leave regardless,” I start to say, then Nate stands and walks from his side of the massive blonde wood desk. Now, he’s standing right in front of me with his hands on my shoulders. Where he’s touching me, I burst into flame. Now I really can’t breathe. I stop trying to talk and make my case. I simply stare, open-mouthed, like someone who can’t talk and I look at him. Oh, my God! He has a huge erection – I can see it pushing the front of his pants out. He’s going to . . . kiss me! Oh, his lips feel like velvet - warm honey that’s melting my insides into goop. He pulls me into his arms and he won’t let go – they’re locked around me like a vice, and his tongue has invaded my mouth. My tongue moves shyly to meet his and, too soon, they’re grappling like two wrestlers, or two people making love. I don’t know! He tears his lips from mine and, with one wide sweep of his arm, papers, pens and other office equipment go flying to the floor. He bends me back to the desk so my legs have no choice but to open – and I feel . . . something pressing against my pussy and my stomach.
    Oh my God! That’s his dick and it’s hard – for me! His kiss softens on my lips, and he rubs himself against me. My arms go around his neck, and I run my fingers through his soft, silky brown hair. I feel my breasts and nipples growing hard, as he lies on top of me. He’s supporting his weight with his elbows, but is staying close enough that he can kiss me. Next, I feel cool air on my chest – he’s unbuttoned my blouse? Ohhhhh! The feel of his hand on my breast, even through lace . . . hot! I’m so hot! My hips undulate against his, and he growls low in his throat.
    Hearing this, I loosen his tie and start unbuttoning his shirt. He’s egged on, and starts pushing my gray blazer jacket off my shoulders, and continues unbuttoning my blouse, pulling it out of my skirt. Now, I’m naked up top except for my bra. Thank God I pulled out a lacy, attractive one today! His moist, sexy lips blaze a burning trail across my cheek, down my ear and neck, then land on my chest, as he licks a hot, moist trail to one breast, then the other. I hear my breathing grow harsh and raspy. I push his long-sleeved shirt down his arm,s and he releases me, first with one arm, then the second. As one arm goes back around me, he begins searching for the button closure and zipper to my skirt. Finding it, he has it open in seconds, pushing it frantically down my hips. My tights and oh-so-skimpy panties follow, and I hear my shoes hit the floor with dual thumps. I begin working at his belt and the opening to his pants. I’ve never done this, so it’s odd that my fingers know what to do, except, as I lower the zipper for his pants, the back of my hand brushes across his erection. While my pussy floods with hot moisture, I still get scared. How will something that . . . massive . . . fit inside me without tearing me in two? My heartbeat accelerates, both fearing and anticipating that moment. I push on, despite my fear, and I push down form-fitting boxer briefs, exposing a hard, thick, throbbing penis. I feel it jerking and gently thumping against my lower abdomen and now, I really feel moisture leaking out of me.
    “Oh my God, what am I doing?” I mutter. I realize that Nate hears me when he responds.
    “Go with it, sweetheart. Just . . . go with it. Just one minute, though. I want to protect you.” Nate pulls a small foil packet from his wallet. So, it’s true – men are always prepared – or Nate was a Boy Scout. He