I walked into Jake's office building today, feeling that rus..

I walked into Jake's office building today, feeling that rush I always get when I'm there for one thing—getting his cock in my mouth. I knew how I looked, and I dressed for it. I was wearing a tight red shirt that clung to my body, my hard nipples poking right through the fabric, my big tits spilling out with tons of cleavage showing. My tight black skirt was short, hugging my ass, and my black heels, making my legs look long and ready for trouble. I had to walk past his secretary, this pain in the ass frumpy secretary who's made comments to Jake before about how I dress "inappropriate" for their office. I didn't care—I wasn't there for her approval. I was there to work Jake's sperm out of his balls, and knowing she could see me all dressed up to make his dick hard, got me so wet I could feel my pussy starting to flow. It's a massive turn-on, mentally, strutting past her like that, knowing she can't do a thing while I'm about to make her boss cum down my throat.

When I got to Jake's office, his eyes lit up the second he saw me, and how he looked at me made my heart race. He was on a conference call, sitting behind his desk, but the way he looked at me—like I was the only thing in the world that mattered—made me feel so fantastic like I was his and we belonged together. I'm sure Jake knows I can't help but return that same look at him. It's an indescribable feeling, having a man other than my husband want me like that, especially Jake, whom I have learned I have deep feelings for…making me forget I'm married. He muted his call quickly and told me he'd be a bit and sit and wait. I tried, I did, but after five minutes, I got bored, my pussy throbbing just thinking about his dick. I slid over to him and started rubbing his cock through his pants, feeling it get hard under my fingers. He tried to stop me, whispering, "Not now," but I could tell he didn't mean it—his dick was already straining, begging for me, and he couldn't help himself…nor could he stop me.

I unzipped him, pulled it out, and there it was—eight inches, stiff as a rock, thick and veiny, the head already dripping that pre-cum I like so much. I didn't waste time—I got on my knees, took his cock in my mouth. I say this in all honesty…I love the taste of him. It's a salty, musky flavor with a smell that makes my head spin. When his dick hits my tongue, it makes my pussy clench. I swirled my tongue around the head, tasting that pre-cum, then slid him deep, letting his shaft fill my mouth, stretching my lips as I sucked him down. His balls were heavy, hanging there, and I grabbed them, rolling them in my hand, feeling how full they were, ready to unload. I love the feel of his cock—smooth but hard, feeling his pulse against my tongue and his balls, perfect to hold, firm and round like they are full and dying for me to drain them. I was so turned on, my massive clit was rock-hard, throbbing, and I reached under my skirt, rubbing my clit, feeling how swollen it was, wet and slick as I kept sucking him.

Jake tried to make me stop—he was flustered on his call, having trouble finding his words as he tried to talk business, but I didn't care. I needed to feed on his sperm, needed to taste him, to have him fill me up. I kept eating his dick, bobbing my head, my lips tight around him, my tongue flicking the underside as I sucked harder, faster, my hand squeezing his balls. He couldn't hold back—I felt his cock twitch, his balls tighten, and then he was cumming, feeding me his load. It was hot thick, shooting into my mouth in heavy spurts, coating my tongue with that salty, creamy taste I crave. I swallowed it, feeling it slide down my throat, warm and thick, running into my belly like a fine lunch, the best meal I'd had in a week. I milked him for every drop, sucking until he was empty, his cum settling in my stomach, making me feel full, satisfied, but even more turned on than I was when I walked into his office.

I couldn't help myself. I needed to cum, and my pussy was dripping, so I spread my legs right there on Jake's office floor, hiked my skirt up, and fingered myself while he watched. I was so wet. My fingers slid right in, my massive clit throbbing as I rubbed it, my other hand pumping inside me, fucking myself hard, making my pussy make wet slurping noises while Jake's eyes stared at me the entire time. I could see his dick starting to get fat again, swelling in his pants, but he whispered he couldn't break away from the call. It didn't matter. I thought about how hot I looked on my knees, a married woman sucking another man's cock, and I came. It was a long, intense cum that took all I had not to scream. I could see Jake was nervous that I would. But I'm a good girlfriend…I stayed as quiet as possible and sat on the floor of his office, pussy leaking girl jizz, just trying to get my head back. He walked over and kissed me intensely, making sure I knew I was the woman he needed and saying he needed me to stay the night with him. I told him I could—I can't say no to him. He's my man now, has been for some time, and the way he wants me, the way his cock tastes, the way his sperm feels in my belly—it's everything I need, more than my husband could ever give me.