3. Debbie Do

 

3 Deep Conference

When I arrived home that evening all was quiet. Which was fine with me. The weekend had been invigorating, and the show Debbie had provided for me that evening certainly had my energies flowing. Perhaps more energies than I wanted considering my limited options for utilizing them right now. So I poured myself a cocktail and rested a bit before cleaning up the apartment from the carnage left by the romping weekend spent with Rene. All in all life was good. As I sipped the Makers Mark I was considering just what little Debbie’s story was. Either she was the consummate tease or she had an agenda. Her being an intelligent woman the coin could fall either way on that bit of speculation.

 

I cleaned up and by the time I was finished it was only ten pm. The drink and the movement had me fully awake as did the replay in my mind of the scene Debbie performed for me on my office couch. I figured a phone call to Debbie wouldn’t be totally out of order. After all that’s what answering machines are for. She could easily ignore the call. But I could make it clear she had gotten my attention.

 

The phone seemed to ring endlessly and just before I hung up Debbie picked up and said breathlessly, “So are you still sitting there with your pecker in your hand?”

 

“How did you know it was me?”

 

“I knew.” she exhaled roughly.

 

“Well. No. But I am seriously considering putting it back there.” I replied. “Want to come out for a drink?”

 

“I’m busy right now. How about after work tomorrow.” she said amidst some indistinct rustling. “I’ve got to go. Tomorrow.” she gasped and hung up.

 

Hmmm. Oh well. Time to sleep.

 

The next day at work was rather quiet. The clients came in and approved the final cut so the rest of the day was just paperwork and waiting for approval. I saw little of Debbie that day except for a brief visit. I was taking a last look at the cut before turning it over to the assistant to start preliminary prep for the finish. Around lunchtime Debbie came in and stood behind me. While I was watching the cut Debbie moved closer and leaned forward placing those spectacular breasts on the back of my neck. She then reached down and ran her hand up the inside of my thigh giving the knob of my cock a brush with her fingers while whispering, “So are we having that drink tonight.” As she did that I noticed Pam walk by and see us. Pam was about Debbie’s height, light blond curly hair that bobbed as she walked. She had nice sized breasts, but no match for Debbie’s rack. She caught a glimpse of Debbie pressing her boobs against my neck but just proceeded on her way with no reaction. Debbie walked out and said, “After work then.”

 

At the end of the day I called Debbie’s office line and set the place for our after work liaison. It was not our usual company watering hole and Debbie said, “Good, I’ve got to finish up here. I’ll be there about six thirty.”

 

I was done at six so headed over to stake out a table. It was a small place that stayed open til four A.M. It was not a usual stop for our crowd until after two A.M., which would mean Debbie and I could keep this meeting private for now. When Debbie arrived we chatted a bit about the day and then she asked with a totally straight face, “So why did you call me last night?”

 

“Well I had been thinking about you after your little exhibition yesterday. Why do you think I called you?”

 

“Oh that.” she said and ran her tongue along the rim of her Martini glass. She looked up at me with her big brown eyes. “Did you enjoy that?” she quipped.

 

“It got my attention, that is for sure.”

 

“Good, and you calling me was a good start. So what did you want?”

 

“Well, I was thinking I could come over and lend a hand from where you left off in my office,” I said feeling encouraged.

 

“Aren’t you the chivalrous gentleman.” she remarked in her noncommittal way. ”I suppose you want to have a few cocktails here and then head back to the office and fuck my brains out on the conference table.”

 

“That’s a thought.” I said slyly through my best Cheshire cat grin.

 

“Well your not doing me like Cheryl on that conference room table. Ever.” Debbie stated flatly.

 

I choked a bit on my drink and looked into Debbie’s now defiant brown eyes. She continued, “It was just a few weeks after I started there. I was struggling to keep up with the workload and working late. Cheryl told me she had something to take care of and would be in the conference room. I had a question and went up to find her. I walked in to see her long legs sticking up in the air and you pounding into her while she was splayed out on the table. I admit I was taken a back, but I couldn’t turn away as I watched your skinny little ass bouncing on that Amazon bitch. She must of fucked everyone of you editor boys, and made no secret about it amongst us women. Even me, and I was brand new. But that’s when I saw it. You pulled way up an out of her big nasty pussy and I was transfixed as I saw that enormous knob on your cock split her wide as you pulled it up and out and then rammed it home again. I almost came right there watching that knob split her wide. I got out quietly, not that either one of you would have noticed, but I have thought of the size of that monster head on your dick ever since.”

 

Cheryl was the ultimate wild woman ride. She was close to six feet tall, long legs that spread out to a rump that was always sheathed in jeans. Cheryl knew the luscious visual effect those jeans gave that ass of hers. Her waist and tummy were slim with just a hint of muffin top above those ever present jeans. Her shoulders broadened out to support the massive tits she sported. They were big or bigger than Debbie’s, but because of Cheryl’s size they were not as obvious as little Debbie’s. Cheryl always seemed to be wearing blouses that buttoned down the front. I always figured it was her way of controlling the amount of cleavage shown to match her mood. But you didn’t need cleavage to visualize the awe inspiring puppies hidden in her blouse. She also wore her hair long. It hung down to the top of her ass stopping just short of hiding the open invitation of her glorious behind.

 

No one came out unscathed from a dalliance with Cheryl. She was a hickey giving, scratch manufacturing machine during her tempestuous fucking embrace. I knew exactly the time Debbie was talking about because aside from having the goal of sucking or fucking every man in the editing house, she also wanted to be had in every suite and office in the place. She was working her way up to the owner and I was apparently the next in line.

 

I had been screening dailies in the conference room with clients and they had just packed up and left. The assistant had packed up the footage and was gone as well. I was just finishing my notes to leave for the assistant to organizing into select rolls in the morning. I looked up and saw Cheryl by the door. She strolled in and started unbuttoning her blouse. I remember asking her if everyone had left and she simply said, ”Yep.” She apparently lied. Go figure.

 

As she slowly peeled her blouse off her shoulders and reached back to relieve herself of her brassiere she said, “I don’t think I have fucked you in this room yet.” I nodded in agreement. As she peeled her jeans off she made sure to turn around so I could view her butt and pussy as she bent down to work her jeans over her feet. While bent over she looked back at me and said, “Are you ready for this?” I took a deep breath and nodded.

 

“Well then get over here,” she said as she stood up and faced me in her full frontal splendor. As I walked across the room towards this statuesque dame I undid belt, button, and zipper of my trousers and let them fall. She slowly dropped to her knees while lowering her head to engulf me in her moist full lipped mouth. Her lips slipped over the head of my cock. She cupped my balls in her hand as I slid into her throat. Cheryl would twist her head from side to side with each deep swallow of the shaft sending her long hair flying from side to side with each lunge of her head. I grabbed handfuls of her long brown hair and held on for dear life as she began bobbing her head and furiously sucking my cock. Everything was furious with Cheryl. Once you got going with Cheryl there was no talking. Just grunting. She was not a screamer, nor a moaner. She growled, purred, and sometimes made sounds that were beyond description.

 

At this point I pulled her to her feet by the fists full of hair I had and began sucking on those enormous breasts while jamming three fingers into her soaking cunt. For such big tits her nipples were small, brown and taut. With Cheryl and me it was always a contest of who could fuck who into submission. I lifted her up by her snatch and slid her butt across the conference room table leaving a trail of her juices behind. I pounced on her and slid my dick between those voluptuous hooters as she pushed them together with both her hands to fully envelope me. As I violently pumped that valley I pushed a little to far and Cheryl quickly leaned her head forward and got her teeth over the prodigious knob at the end of my pecker and clamped down harder than I would have liked. She pulled her head back pulling my balls between those tits of hers. While clamping my balls between her boobs she began to give that enormous plum on the head of my cock the licking of a lifetime. She then raked my chest with her nails, pushed me back on the conference room table and mounted me like the Amazon cowgirl she was. The sight of her long hair flying and breasts flopping as she rode me up and down had me gasping and grunting. She would rise up clamping her cunt around me until almost releasing me from her pussy only to slam down on it hard with a deep grunt. Then she would swirl her hips grinding that dripping snatch on my balls only to rise up triumphantly again to the top of the knob with her snapping pussy grasping it vise like and wriggle her hips up there. I would feel her tense, then slam down again with tits bouncing in all directions. By the time I flipped Cheryl on her back I was oblivious to everything but being enveloped in her twat as he knockers spread out and rhythmically bounced with each of my downward thrusts. As I spurted my fiery load into her she writhed beneath me clamping her clutching cunt all around my throbbing pole.

I remember wondering if she would make her unemployed loser of a husband eat her tonight with the remnants of my come still oozing out of her. Office rumor had it that she would torment this guy after fucking one of us with tales of her office adventures. Eventually her sad sack husband found a job out of town and he and Cheryl moved on. I always wondered if she was using us all as a motivator to spur him on. Marriages are a funny thing. But Cheryl left her mark on more than a few here.

 

“Well you are never doing me in the office like that,” stated Debbie as she busted in on my reverie.

 

“I understand, but..”

 

Debbie cut me off.

 

“Yes I know I took a taste last Friday, but that was just something to get your attention. If you want more you can come visit me at my place. But always call first,” she warned as she leaned forward displaying that marvelous cleavage while running her hand up my thigh and tapping the tip of my cock.

 

“How about tonight,” I asked eagerly.

 

“Not tonight pumpkin, tomorrow.” she smiled suggestively and poured the last of her Martini down her throat. A bit dribbled down her chin to the top of her breast. I just stared at the shimmering drop that was just where I wanted to be. Debbie gently rubbed it off with more cupping of her breast than was necessary and said,”Ciao” as she left.

I went back to the office to collect my briefcase which I had left in hopes of returning with Debbie and packed up. Pam was still there and seemed surprised to see me and asked, “Need anything?”

 

I had a brief impure thought, but knowing Pam and Debbie were friends I saw no need in taking any chances when the Debbie Double D Booby prizes where so near to my grasp.

 

“I’m good,” I said.

 

“Ciao” said Pam and I watched her curly blondie blond hair flip and bounce as her generous keyster wiggled out the door.

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Happy Valentines Day Cupids and Cupidettes

Ribbons Buttons Bows and Cupid

 

Janine was more than a handful. Yet I never wasted a bit of her. That is the best description I can give of her breasts. Numbers are not for me. Janine was comfortably fluffy. A soft, well turned out sales rep at our company. Even at twenty four the office speculation was baby fat, well dressed, and well out of my league. Her perfect heart shaped behind often well camouflaged by the long boxy coat of her prim business suit. It was the height of fashion at the time. It also hide her remarkably thin waist that was belied by the generous cleavage above the blouses worn under said coat. But it was her power sell uniform. Her hair was black and pushed high in the air bringing her closer to god. Once achieving such lofty heights it cascaded with great dispatch to beyond her soft shoulders while making curtains for a face as pretty as could be on their way down. Fleshy dimpled cheeks surrounded a knowing smile that brought irresistible dimples to bear. A hint of freckles on her nose and cheeks showed the time spent on yachts and extended tropical vacations. The freckles were faded as Janine now cultivated her more porcelain skin hue. Now finally her years had grown into that luscious body. She also had the most active sex drive I had ever encountered in a woman of her age. Her libido would put the more mature ladies who lunch lasciviousness to shame. She was fearlessly impetuous, getting it whenever and wherever she wanted it and had the filthiest mouth under the right circumstances. She would gleefully describe what she wanted, or do a salacious play by play of what she was getting as well as what it was doing to her. Add in a generous helping of moans, grunts, demands, and commands through the pre, post, as well as all throughout coitus maximus, well you get the idea. With Janine it was maximus or bust. Usually both rolled up between long shapely legs. It was here my dirty talk during sex began.


Today was special. Did I mention I had spent more than I should have on a bauble I was presenting to Janine this Valentines Day. I was also about to spend more than I should for dinner tonight. Business was good and I was going to have my fantasy Valentine girl with me tonight, so I was all in.


I was waiting for her at the lounge across the street from the office. Since it was Valentines day it would be safe. Only I was foolish enough to meet a company amour so close to the company inkwell. But the holiday meant that people with real lives outside of work would be off to those lives early. That meant that only the forlorn solo Valentine cast offs would be at the lounge waiting to find out if they too would get lucky that night with another Cupidinesque reject. Lugete, o Veneres Cupidinesque. I could tell when Janine entered because all the male heads snapped in unison to the sound and direction of the front door and all eye remained there. She knew how to make an entrance as well as how to cross a room to maximum feminine effect.


Her hair bounced with each high heeled step and her chin was reduced under her full red lipped smile. Since it was cold her winter wrap did the best it could to conceal the curves it encased, but her shape beneath was undeniable.  When she sidled up to the stool next to me and steadied herself with a hand on my thigh all the men knew I was the lugubrious lottery winner for the night. She opened the coat a few buttons to make herself comfortable. Her endowment demanded this while her ego enjoyed the hungry eyes of the men pleading for just one more button. I knew I would be begging later. My eyes feasted as her ample bosom forced themselves through the leeway made by the opened coat buttons and I caught a brief glimpse of a valentine red brassiere peeking through tasteful strained black blouse with shimmering white buttons. She ordered a glass of Pinot Grigio as did I. Tonight was not a night for medieval power drinking. I wanted all senses as unclouded as possible to enjoy the cornucopia Janine’s buttons were now bridling.


As a gentleman I offered to help her off with her coat while we imbibed, but she said she was still chilled from the outside and the warmth felt good. She punctuated that with another brief caress of the inside of my thigh. Cupid was drawing back his bow early and Janine was plucking at my quiver.


We finished and bundled up and headed out into the frigid February air. There was a light snow falling and the city rush hour traffic was finishing up. There were many couples out on Michigan Avenue and we strolled to our dining destination. I noticed Janine sneak a peek through the jeweler’s window where she had stopped many nights before to admire the glittery glamour pieces in their velvety boxes. I was relieved that she did not stop for a closer examination. Good thing. I felt the presence of the gift box from the Valentines bauble Janine had admired through the window many times before. Our steamy breath trailed us and mingled in secret behind our backs as we walked on.


At our destination the staff were a flutter serving the couples that had chosen to grace this establishment with their presence. This place was definitely as out of my league as Janine was, but I was dressed in my best and with her on my arm no one paid me no never mind. The staff was upon her, offering the removal of her coat long before they had a clue of the treasure beneath.  They removed her wrap slowly and I enjoyed the spectacle revealing the Venus I had delivered to dress up their place on this eve. They even grudgingly offered to take my coat as well. I gave it up and we were seated.


She was in her element now. Candle light, fine linen, glistening crystal, and the finest of china. Still she out shone them all. Violins and clinking of utensils mingled effortless as did Janine in this environment.


Up until then I had never been convinced about oysters being an aphrodisiac. But as I watched those fleshy morsels slip between her red lips I felt my fleshy morsel rise to the situation. Janine’s salad became a bedding of moss to place her round and plush rump upon for a feast, Each sip from her water goblet refreshed and invigorated me with thoughts of diving into her moist and special places. The precision and delicacy of her hands bringing sustenance to her full red lips only sustained my passion more.  Before desert when she cuddled next to me in our booth and slipped her hand being my tie, loosening a button to slip her hand in to rub my broad and hairy chest. I never wore a t- shirt when going out with Janine. The way she would purr as she ran her hand across the hair on my chest was compensation enough for any momentary winter chill.


She must have felt the jewelry box in my suit jacket but made no remark. She was not a woman accustomed to waiting. She knew how to receive what she wanted. She always did. Her polished red nail began to circle my nipple with just enough pressure, while I suspect her other fingers were fondling the box. She leaned in close and brushed her lips along my ear lobe.


“We must stop at the office on our way out.” she breathed seductively in my ear.


The prospect of a romp in my edit suite with this goddess put me right over the top. I pulled out the gift and said , “For you my Valentine.”


Pure poetry, right?


She practically squealed with delight as she removed the wrapping followed by a reverent hush.


“Oh I must have it on me now.” She exhaled and turned her back to me in the booth and lifted her flowing black hair to reveal her perfect porcelain neck. I proudly adorned said perfection with a deep red velvet choker with a dangling ruby. She was now a complete rhapsody in black and red with a crescendo of ribboned ruby above heaving bosom.


Dinner complete we returned to our office. Her bags, of which she always had plenty after a rough day out shopping, I mean selling, needed to come to my place this evening. When we arrived the alarm was set, which was good because it meant for once no one was working late. Rare indeed. Extremely good because I needed Janine now. As our footsteps echoed through the wood floored glass block walled hallway we noticed the President’s office door was open. It was usually locked. Janine took my hand and led me in.


“I must have you in me now.”  She obviously had read me like a Penthouse Forum.


It was a large opulent office indeed. The corner office where one would squirm when unexpectedly called on the carpet by the boss. Also where good things, like bonuses, well dones,  and promotions were delivered. Tonight was going to be a very extra special deluxe good thing. The large windows were not quite street level, but not high enough to be obscured from the late night pedestrians. Good thing I was planning on only partial disrobement of Janine as I took her on the large wooden Presidential desk. She seductively leaned back on her arms offering me a full frontal panorama of her full shelf rack barely contained under blouse and jacket. Much more pronounced with the arch of her back over the bossmans desk. The ruby rested smugly where I wanted to go.


“You never take me dancing anymore.” Janine pouted to keep her demanding pampered persona in play.


As I eased her tight black skirt up and under her bouncy bouncy rump I looked deep into her dark brown eyes and rasped, “Right now my tongue needs to slow dance with your clit.” My arms gently swept away any desk objects that would impede the reclining Janine.


Buy the time my tongue had traversed the inside of her thigh my nose could tell that her sweet pink pussy was ready for that slow dance too. No time for the red panty removal drill that I had rehearsed in my mind all through dinner. The wet fabric easily stretched to the side and my tongue traced the delicate lips while demurring to part that dewy furrow until I had traced the edges like a panther circling it’s prey. When a guttural, “Are you going to make me beg for a lickin’” issued from Janine’s dreamy upper lips I knew it was time. When my tongue dove in up from taint, parting her cunt with a long languid swipe and resting curled on her clit her gasp must have been heard all down the Avenue. I gave her Cupid’s quiver a tongue strumming and slurp slapping until her scissoring thighs told me a lofty passion pinnacle had been achieved on the first flight of my Cupidesque ministrations for the evening.


I rose up slowly from between Janine’s thighs and was was satisfied with my handy work. What  greeted my eyes was a now a disheveled Janine not the buttoned down sales rep of daylight. Her hands had not been idle while my tongue had been a worshiping. Her jacket was splayed open, her fingers had roughly pulled blouse buttons loose, and miraculously, despite the heft of her breasts had raised the startling red brassiere up and over her heavenly tits and had worked her now prominent nipples up to give my tongue a standing ovation. The ruby looked less smug resting up under her chin now. I pounced on my dark haired, big titted Cupids rumpus room wreck and greedily kissed and sucked red lips, brown nipples, and abundant perspiration glistening boobs which were now topped with a deep red velvet trinket resting nicely between them. Venus had been ravished yet again.


Janine said those magic words. “Fuck me in the ass my big arrowed cherub.”


I bent her over that big wooden desk and helped steady her on quivering and soon to be bowed knees. Her coat and blouse fell as a shawl up and around her shoulders. Her breasts swelled out on either side of her pressed hard to the wood. She was the avatar of a desk bound office angel. Rather than remove, I took the scissors from off the desk top and cut the remaining soaked and stretched fabric that kept me from the sweet dual offerings of that heart shaped sacrifice that was now deliciously bent over the black walnut desk. I began to lube my arrow with long deep strokes into her very wet, hot, and ready cunt. She was aflame. She quickly came again with a flourish and she cried.


“Take my ass now daddy!”


My cock was shimmering, slick, and stiff. Slippery enough to begin the final foray between Janine’s cherubic ass cheeks. I slowly breached her rosebud hole. It gave minor resistance then submitted nicely as her ass swallowed my dick with the pressure and sturdy grip that only a butt fuck can deliver. The cut red panties and the shape of her waist and flanks framed her white buttocks in a heart shaped vignette. My thick stiff arrow began to pierce that heart shaped visage deep and fiercely. Banging this gorgeous fleshy daughter of desire over the rich mans desk.


Her black hair flowed over the blue desk ink blotter. As her cheeks brushed against the blotter I could see residue of her makeup rubbing off on it as well as stains of her saliva as she drooled and grunted her approval.


“One more please daddy.”

Thrust


“One more please daddy”

Thrust


This would issue from her sweet foul mouth with each foray into her heart shaped gift of buggery to me. I burst my hot flowing desire into her tight white butt with a yowl that would make any mythological cherub blush and collapsed over my soft and panting raven haired wench on that plush black walnut desk.


Now I know I have already offered that Janine was out of my league,  but did I neglected to mention Janine was my bosses daughter.


Happy Valentines all of you cupids and cupidettes out there.


P.S.

2. Debbie Do

2 Fist Full of Edits

 

When I arrived home that evening I had forgotten that Rene was going to be there. Rene was familiar with the hours my job had me keep so no questions were asked. However I had to be mindful that Debbie’s saliva and my come may still be obvious on my dick so it was time to be proactive.

 

Rene was the complete opposite of Debbie. Five foot nine, with a large heart shaped ass, and small perfectly formed tits with nipples that became very long and erect with the slightest attention. She rose from her chair and said, “Long day huh. Let me fix you a drink.” As she walked to the bar I saw my chance. Rene had showered and was wearing my light blue robe. While she started pouring I moved behind her and reached around cupping her perfect little breasts in my hands. Her nipples grew between my fingers as I laid gentle kisses down her long luxurious neck. I knew my assignment.

 

Step one. Slide one hand down the length of her slim stomach and start getting her tight little pussy ready. As I felt her glorious ass start to rub against my cock causing it to stiffen Rene said, “Well I’m so glad to see they didn’t wear you out totally at the office.” As she finished preparing my cocktail I moved my other hand reluctantly from her flawless tit and undid my trousers. I pushed her gently forward on the bar, flipped her robe up and began running the enormous knob on the head of my cock gently between the sweet lips of her already dripping cunt. I teased the edges of her pussy with a slow entry splitting open that heaven’s gate with the bulbous head of my appendage.

“OK, fuck me now you asshole,” Rene murmured between gasps.

 

Step two. I rammed the full length of my cock deep into Rene. Any evidence was now covered in Rene’s sweet flow.

 

Mission accomplished.

 

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Rene reaped the benefits in many ways from my earlier encounter with Debbie. I gazed down lovingly at Rene’s sweet heart shaped rump while I drove and angled deep into her. Yet my mind wandered. Thoughts of what Debbie’s tiny olive hued derriere would look like in this pose would arise. Sure Debbie’s shorter stature might make this a more challenging encounter, but it could offer new angles as well. The thought just made me harder. As my hands reached around to cup Rene’s small breasts I couldn’t help but muse what it would be like to have Debbie’s enormous melons in my mitts. But then I would see Rene’s beautiful blond mane spread across her back and the dusky Debbie would fade from my thoughts. My previous full wet orgasm down Debbie’s throat allowed Rene and I to shudder and shiver in entwined ecstasy throughout the night sharing numerous spine wrenching orgasms.

 

Though I had yet to gaze upon a fully naked Debbie, visions of her would haunt me through this weekend spent with Rene. As I would peer up from between Rene’s long white thighs my mind would wander to what that scenario would look like with Debbie’s massive breasts heaving with rising passion. I wondered what Debbie would taste, sound, and be like. But such fleeting thoughts would just drive me further and further into Rene’s blond fringed treasures.

 

As we passed that Sunday afternoon with Rene’s tongue running around the knob of my cock, her long blond hair covering the scene as she took me deep down her throat; I found myself reminiscing of the scene Debbie portrayed doing the same thing to me back at my office. The view I had of that encounter due to Debbie’s short black hair left the sight of her mouth devouring me between her sucking lips unobstructed. But now I marveled at the ease with which Rene could get the knob deep in her throat

 

Monday would be back to work. Monday would be Debbie. That thought had me grasp Rene under her arms, lift her up and toss her on to the bed. She looked startled, her blue eyes wide with questions. As I looked down at her lithe slender body my lust was boundless. Her tall perfect shape stretched out before me. Her long legs. Her nubile breasts topped with erect nipples. Her long straight blond hair.  Her delicate facial features were all any man could desire. I mounted her with thighs pressed against my stomach, calves over my shoulders, and fucked Rene and only Rene for the rest of the evening. Rene was wide eyed with wonder as I furiously plunged in and out. This was a fucking like when we first met. Thrusting, swirling, bucking hips meeting smashing thrusts. I was panting. She was shrieking. I was growling as she yowled beneath me. I grabbed her junoesque ass and pummeled it with my driving hips burying my engorged member deep into Rene’s streaming cunt. When we came together we both came in quarts, liters, gallons, buckets, rivers, yes oceans of syrupy sluice. The spewing spasms were endless as our au jus mixed and rejoiced as one. The sheets and we were sopping with our lust.

 

The next day at work I had a nonstop roomful of clients. Debbie would come by and check on our progress throughout the day. She was wearing a bright blue single piece dress which as always was short enough to highlight her sturdy legs, and cut low enough to accentuate her well endowed bust. Male and female clients always delight when Debbie enters the room. She was efficient, pleasant, and always professional. But she never missed an opportunity to lean over my flatbed editing table to give me a glimpse of those amazing breasts. The clients liked it too. Today there was an extra gleam in her eye after Fridays festivities.

 

The day seemed to go on forever. Splicing and changing then changing some more. As usual by end of business we were back to where we started on the cut. Now the clients liked it because it was theirs. But the day was billed in full and that is always good. The clients cleared out and I was addressing a list of niggles which they would return to view in the morning.

 

I was cutting away when Debbie strolled in and asked if she could watch.

 

“Sure.” I said, and hoped I could keep my distraction at bay long enough to finish the changes. Debbie took a seat at the back of the room on a couch and I kept working and got lost in the task at hand.

 

After a while I heard an exhalation from behind me and swiveled on my chair to see Debbie with her feet adorned in come fuck me pumps up on the coffee table, while she reclined on the couch with her knees splayed wide and four of her fingers buried in her pussy. I started to rise to lend a helping hand but she barked through leaden breath,     ”Keep working. Just keep cutting.”

 

I swiveled back around, but it was highly unlikely that I would get anything done. I just kind of rolled the film back and forth on the flat bed and tried to concentrate. Meanwhile I could hear Debbie’s breathing coming faster and heavier, with little groans emitting from deep in her chest.

 

“Fine,” she moaned, “If your not going to cut then show it to me.”

 

I turned back and asked, ”Show you what? This beer commercial?”

 

“No you bastard, that huge knob on the end of your spindly little dick.” she blurted.

 

Well I just burst out laughing because I loved hearing that come out of her normally polite and courteous mouth.

 

“Show me your tits first.” I bargained.

 

“You show me your dick now or you’ll never see these babies.” She threatened with hitching breath as she was working her thumb in addition to the four fingers up her snatch. Her hand was glistening in the low editing room light. I dropped my drawers and needless to say my spindly cock was hard and standing upright. I looked down at it and didn’t think it looked that spindly. But that huge apple on the end has always more than compensated for any perceived lack of girth elsewhere along its shaft. Debbie gasped at the sight of the orb and her hand slid in her to the second knuckles.

 

“Did you think of me while you were fucking Rene this weekend.” she asked with a low moan.

 

“Yes I did.”

 

“Well I thought about you too. Now sit your skinny ass down and show me how you fuck your hand,” she commanded as she exhaled and clenched her jaw tight. I loved the line of her jaw. There was something strong about it’s square shape that was perfectly accented by her short black hair. I could see she kept the black hair well tended around her nearly fist filled cunt too. As she moaned and worked her hand ever deeper into herself I noticed she was not only watching my cock as I stroked myself, but her eyes had moved down to my prosthetic leg.

 

“Where is that cut off at,” she asked?

 

Talking about my amputation started  to make me go a little soft, but I told her, “At the ankle.”

 

“I heard they sewed what was left of the heel over the ankle, is that true”, she asked while still pummeling her pussy with deep thrusts as her whole hand began to disappear inside her.

 

“Yep,” I said, while intently watching this little sweaty package groaning as she worked her hand further up her twat.

 

With that her whole body tensed and shivered and she gave out a long guttural howl and collapsed on the couch breathing heavily. I watched enthralled as her hands fell to her sides leaving me with the full panorama of her splayed beaver. I was about to rise because I wanted more than anything to bury my tongue between her thighs, but Debbie collected herself quickly, pulled her dress down and walked towards me. As she passed she ran her still moist hand up the underside of my balls and cock, wiped the pre come off the knob with her finger tip and said, “ I owe you one now.” Then she placed her finger in her mouth and walked out of the room.

 

I just sat there for a moment with my dick in my hand and wondered what to do next. But I had a smile on my face.

1. Debbie Do

1 Prologue

 

Debbie was my go to girl at the office. When I needed a session booked, she was the one who could do it. Even better, she would lean over at her desk revealing cleavage that went all the way from Chicago to Cleveland, She was that special kind of woman. Five foot two, with 38DD breasts always barely restrained in a low cut fashion. My eyes always wavered between her large brown eyes and incredible tits. Debbie knew it. She kept her black hair cropped short so as to never obstruct the view with distracting tresses that would thwart admiration of her magnificent breasts. When she would rise to walk to a file cabinet her tiny ass was often sheathed in fabric that would reveal panties lines if worn. Often they were not. This was in the pre-thong days. She was the best. Debbie could get me booked where others would fear to tread.

 

One Friday night after work the whole crew retired across the street to our favorite watering hole. I could only have a few because I still had a cut to do and clients were coming in first thing Monday. I didn’t want to work over the weekend so I left early. I tossed my credit card to Dave the bartender and said “My treat.” and went back to the office to do the rough cut on my KEM.

 

I had spent an hour or two and had the rough cut knocked. I was doing the last playback when I saw Debbie standing in the doorway. She held two cocktails in her hands. “Finished yet?” she asked in her low and soothing voice.

 

Debbie was wearing a sheer orange dress that accented her olive skin impeccably. The plunging V of her neck line barely constrained her overflowing breasts. I wanted to dive into that cleavage. The way the fabric flowed and simultaneously clung about her body was a sight to behold. As she poured into the room and handed me one of the cocktails I didn’t care what was in it. I wanted to be in her. I noted that she had closed the suite door and locked it so I was already plotting, but mindful because we were colleagues.

 

“Show me what you did.” she asked. So I lined up the pix and track and hit the right button and the rough cut played.

 

After the grease pencil fade out Debbie said, “Let me see it again.”  

 

I obliged. As all good editors do, I watched Debbie’s face, not the screen to gauge her reaction. It doesn’t really matter what people say, it is the way they react that counts.

 

I turned and hit the stop button at the end of the spot. When I rotated my chair back to Debbie I asked, “Well?”

 

Debbie had moved close behind my chair and when I turned I was eye to orange silk covered tits. As I tilted my head up to peer past those unbelievable boobs I saw her short cropped black mane and soft brown eyes smiling down at me.

 

“I think the clients will love it. That reminds me.”  She tossed the credit card and the signed bar tab in my lap.

 

“Oh, thanks.” I said and put the receipt and card on my desk.

 

“Now I have something else for you.” I heard her say.

 

When I turned back she began to peel the orange fabric off her shoulders. The dress fell to the floor unveiling Debbie before me in white bra and panties. The contrast between her dark olive skin and the white fabric of her undergarments drew my hand like a magnet. But Debbie slapped my hand away and she said “Uh uh, my treat now.”

 

 

There was nothing for me to do but admire the full figured woman in front of me. Such a compact yet voluptuous womanly figure deserved adoration. The short cropped hair framed a strong jaw line, soft delicate shoulders that supported her full and astoundingly firm white clad breasts that lead down to a flat tummy resulting in pristine white panties. The legs were sturdy and shapely. Compact femininity at its best.

 

“Well this is a treat.” I stammered. “Thank you.”

 

“Oh no, thank you.” Debbie said reaching  for my zipper while dropping to her knees. As she pulled it down she deftly undid the buckle on my belt with her other hand. With one stealthy movement my hips went up, my pants were pulled down, and she was running her tongue up the length of my cock which was already hard and reaching to the sky. The only hitch was at the knee where she had to work the jeans over my prosthetic leg. She knew of it and it didn’t phase her as she looked at the knob on the tip of my shaft as it bobbed in the air before her shimmering brown eyes. She reached up with both hands and  ran her fingers from base to just below the tip. Being a petite woman, except for those magnificent tits, her small hands made my average sized shaft seem longer and thicker to my visual delight. Of course when her hands reached the knob all bets were off. The head of my cock resembled a tennis ball in her small hands.

Debbie rose up on her knees just high enough to maneuver her mouth over the top of my cock and ever so slowly let her lips part as she slowly slid my dick into her mouth and as far down her throat as it would go in that position. I felt her tongue work teasingly side to side almost reaching my balls till I felt her throat open a bit with a reflexive gag.

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Debbie raised her head slowly leaving a stream saliva along the shaft as her tongue slid up the length to the tip releasing the now shimmering orb. She looked up at me with watering eyes. She swirled her tongue around the large knob and murmured, “I have heard about this,” as if speaking to a microphone, then wrapped her lips around the engorged head and sucked on it like a Tootsie Pop.

 

She paused just long enough to look at me and say, “I guess I have my work cut out for me.”

 

Debbie then proceeded to fuck me with her mouth as I have never been skull fucked before.  She was slurping, humming, and making quite a spectacle as her short black hair began to glisten with perspiration. She worked me mercilessly with lips, tongue and hands till I could contain myself no more.

 

As I spurted wildly in her throat she slowly raised her head gliding her lips tightly along my ejaculating length. When her mouth freed me she gave a last flick of her tongue to gather a bit of semen from the tip. She looked at me with her deep brown eyes while using her pinkie to pull the last bit of come from her lips to her mouth and said, “Now you owe me one.”