The wrong kind of threesome (part 2)

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The wrong kind of threesome (part 2)(Please read the earlier parts first)…she stood looking at me with the door ajar for a few moments. Her face had a look of shock and horror engraved on it. Eventually she shut the door and slowly approached. She paused a few feet away from me.“What in the hell are you up to?”I broke her gaze and looked down at my cock. It was now flaccid but still hung proudly between my legs, a few drops of cum dripping from the head. I looked once more at Jen but this time she too was staring at my penis.The awkward silence was made far worse by the moans and slurping sounds coming from my computer. I walked over to it and turned it off. It only made things worse. The pure silence was now unbearable.“Well?” asked Jen.I bent over and pulled up my trousers. I was too embarrassed to reply. But surprisingly I was rather turned on by the situation. The thought of Jen staring at my nakedness, with her tight bubble butt and suckable breasts, well, it just made me horny.I had no idea what was happening to me lately. Especially with what had happened to me yesterday, the thing that had made me so sexed up in the first place.“I’m sorry about this Jen. I thought you were out of the office today.”“What’s that got to do bakırköy escort with it? Me being out of the office is no reason to be doing that in our workspace!”I felt so pathetic standing there. But I found it strange that Jen, who I had employed myself, now found herself in a position of power over me. She walked to her desk which was adjacent to mine and put down her briefcase. As she sat down and picked up the sheets of paper on her desk she let out a small shriek.“Eurgh! What’s this?”I quickly walked and found the source of the problem. Whilst beating my penis I had accidentally shot semen onto Jen’s desk too! And now she had it all over her hands.“Oh I’m so sorry about this. You have no idea how embarrassed I am. I’ll help you clean it up.”I was about to get a few tissues when Jen’s voice stopped me midstep.“No. Come over here.”Her voice had a certain urgency to it. She wasn’t asking at all. She was telling. So I obliged.I went and stood by her and watched as she stuck out her hand towards me.“Well what you waiting for?”I didn’t quite understand what was happening. “What are you talking about?” I replied.She simply stared seriously at me and said, “Lick it off.”I was dumbstruck. It seemed an beşiktaş escort unusual request and to be quite honest I’d always found the idea of tasting your own cum rather disgusting.“Listen Dan. I’m willing to keep this little episode that just happened a secret. But you need to help clean up the evidence properly. So get your tongue out and lick it off me.”She was giving me no choice. I tentatively approached and grabbed hold of her hand. I started from the tips of her fingers and worked my way around the whole hand. I didn’t just lick, sometimes I would suck too, I pretended not to be watching but I could see Jen closing her eyes and starting to look flustered. I thought I’d met the first and last of her demands but I was very wrong. As I turned to get back to work she stopped me again.“We’re not done here. How about the mess you made in there?” Jen gestured to my crotch. “I didn’t see you clean that up either.”“Well if you think I’m going to lick myself off then you must be joking.”“Don’t be silly. I’ll help you this time. After all, we don’t want any evidence of what you were doing do we?”My heart was speeding up once more and my cock was slowly beginning to grow.I walked over to her. She was beylikdüzü escort still sat down so her head was at just the right level. She undid my trousers and let them fall to the ground. She reached into my boxers and pulled out my thickness. Slowly she began to stroke it and play with the sticky cum on the head of my shaft. “You dirty boy! This just won’t do will it. What would people say if they saw all this. They’d think you’d been up to no good. Here, let me help.”She placed my semi-flaccid dick into her wet mouth and begun to slurp in a rhythmic motion. My cock soon hardened up in the warmth of her oral massage. My legs almost crumbled with sheer pleasure she was giving me. I wanted to give her a real mess to clean up.I started to join the game she was playing. “Your mouth must be filthy now from all that cleaning,” I said. “If we’re going to get rid of the evidence we need to find somewhere cleaner to wipe this thing.”I brought her to her feet and lifted up her brown skirt. She hit my hand away, almost angry that I had dared to dictate her movements. Jen bent herself over the desk and lifted her skirt until her buttocks were exposed either side of the red thong she was wearing. She pulled the thong over to one side and put a finger in her gorgeous ass and massaged it for a few moments.I stepped forward and was about to slide myself into her wet pink cunt but she stopped me.“I think it’s time to make it dirtier before we clean it.”She pulled her finger out of her anus and pushed it towards me….to be continued

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