"Oh, Mr Wilde, you've got such a lovely big cock," exclaimed Pamela, as to its magnitude, only to find her erotic thoughts suddenly interrupted when she heard him buzz her on his phone.
"Miss Treslove, would you come into my office, please," he intoned, his voice far from blunt.
"Yes, sir. Right away, sir," she acknowledged, and then adjusted her damp black thong and pooled skirt before going to see what he wanted.
"Miss Treslove, Pamela. You've done a remarkable job while Penny has been away. I'm sure you'll make PA yourself, especially on your thus far performance and my personal recommendation," he informed her.
"Why thank you, Mr Wilde. Will that be all?" she intoned, and with 10 minutes to go before the end of the week's work.
"I'd like to show you my gratitude," he said, sounding professional.
"You would," Pamela rejoined, lust for him ever more deeper in her hazel eyes as she hung on his every word, each one sounding like poetry to her ears.
After an evening meal accompanied by a bottle of Sauvignon blanc, Stephen, much to Pamela's disappointment, hailed a Taxi, which took her to the train station - alone!
She had so hoped the cordial meal, with its low lighting and romanticism, would have lead to something more, something intimate and fulfilling of her lustful thoughts for her boss as he was, at least until Penny got back. Instead, they said goodnight and then the taxi whisked her away.
The train was almost empty, Pamela noticed. She longed to feel the warm touch of Stephen's lips on hers, his warm firm hands on her supple body as he rained soft warm kisses over it, but, alas, it wasn't to be. There was a good 30 minutes to her stop and 20 until the first of three. She quickly found a single carriage to herself, near the front of the train, and was soon comfortable.
‘Oh, Stephen, what you've missed out on,' she sighed, stroking her heated pussy through her thong, which had become ever more damp during their early evening meal, just as the train began to roll out of the station.
Alone as she was, Pamela reached inside her bag and removed her bullet vibrator from where she discreetly kept it. Having turned it onto a low setting, she placed it inside her thong and let her mind wander.
She visualised herself in an elevator with him. Dressed alluringly in a short black skirt, a pale green blouse that tied up at the waist and a black bra with a bottle green pattern that was visible below it. Pamela adjusted the broad lace top of her black hold up and caught his attention instantly.
Moments later, though, the elevator came to a stop. The sudden jolt, when it did, caused him to fall forward. She felt his hands, warm and sensual, brush against her shoulders as he towered over her five foot six inch frame, even in her four inch black heel slingbacks.
"The elevator seems to have stopped," he announced, and then pressed the buttons randomly.
Taking Stephen's hand in hers, Pamela crooned, "It's always been a fantasy of mine to be stuck in an elevator with a tall, dark, handsome man."
"Aren't you concerned about getting out?" he voiced his concern, as she motioned him back against the elevator wall.
"No," she crooned, lustfully, and moved her lips to his, kissing him and sensing his warmth exude and radiate throughout her body.
With his tongue presently exploring Pamela's mouth, Stephen loosened the buttons of his white double-breasted jacket, a two-piece, under which he wore a maroon coloured shirt and a white straight cut narrow tie; even the ends were straight.
Stephen's hands were soon around Pamela's waist as he continued to kiss her with a deeper passion. His desire for her ignited a fire in her core and then his hands were lower, caressing Pamela's buttocks through her skirt as she loosened his tie.
To further encourage his attention, she drew up her right leg and lightly rubbed the nylon material against Stephen's groin. He moaned into her mouth. Moments later, as they continued kissing, his hands were lower, caressing Pamela's naked flesh, the thin strap of her black thong exposed.
With her right leg once more supporting her lithe shapely body, Pamela drew up her left leg and sensuously slid it down and up that of Stephen's right several times, all the while her body leant back as they continued kissing fervently and she welcomed his hands, which were soon almost kneading her buttocks like dough.
Although once more stood up, it wasn't long before he had drawn up her leg at a right angle. Holding it there and close, Stephen caressed Pamela's warm humid thigh above the lace top of her hold up, feeling the warmth of her pussy, which, by then, was quite wet as he held her close and to him, his left hand still caressing her shapely right cheek.
Once more stood up, they managed to loosen Stephen's jacket; their lips locked together throughout as if held by glue. Grasping Pamela's humid thigh, he leaned into her and drew it up at an acute angle, the heel of her shoe inches away from almost touching her round shapely ass while her blouse, what little there was of it, had shrugged off her left shoulder.
Drawing it further down, Stephen exposed Pamela's shapely breasts, a captivating 36C. He then moved lower, his lips pressed against her midriff then lower, still, to plant soft heated touches on the waistband only to return to her forward tilted breasts.
With the loose cups drawn down, Pamela watched as Stephen, a hand supporting each breast, softly kissed them in turn and then slid his warm wet tongue around the darkened area of her areola. She moaned with pleasure each time he grazed her firmed up bud and presently swooned when he licked and flicked first one and then the other, teasing her, almost, as the fire continued to smoulder in her core.
Pamela's thoughts, subsequently visualised her squatting in front of him, his trousers down and crumpled while his pants hung around his knees. She was holding his firm warm cock in both hands, fingers surrounding its enormity, its magnificence as she stroked her hands along it and licked the bulging head.
He was certainly big, and soon his cock was filling Pamela's mouth under her guidance as she slid her warm wet lips along his veiny shaft.
Drawing her up afterwards, his cock slick from her oral attention, Stephen pushed up Pamela's skirt and soon had her damp thong drawn down to her knees. He kissed her exposed silky smooth mound and tasted her honey juices, which he licked up and then proceeded to tease and lick her lips before sucking each and then both.
To get more of him, Pamela had managed to hook her right leg over his shoulder. And as he licked and flicked his warm wet tongue up and down her equally cum wet slit, she grasped Stephen's hair and moaned her pleasure.
Having made her cum, he stood up. His brown eyes were afire. He turned her around and soon he was in her, where she so needed him. With her hands braced against the wall of the elevator while his left one hung beside hers, Stephen felt firm and warm inside her tight wet pussy, her cunt almost sucking him into her as he pushed forward, fucking her smooth and slow with each well-controlled rhythmic swing of his hips as he stroked her hardened clit.
Presently, and with her head turned to the left, Stephen responded by likewise moving forward, their lips once more meshing as he continued to ignite her furnace all the more.
"Urmn, hurm," Pamela moaned her pleasure, as an orgasm welled up inside her. Sensing it, he turned her around, her body angled against the wall. With his hands on her breasts, which he then kissed and sucked, Pamela, her right leg once more drawn up at an angle, directed Stephen's cum wet cock to her needful pussy and urged him inside. Instantly, his firm warmth filled her as he thrust forward and, with it, fired up her climax.
Grasping his buttocks shortly thereafter, she urged Stephen to go deeper. With him filling her up with his throbbing meat, she soon felt his humid balls against her thighs.
Eventually gasping, afterwards, he suggested: "We'd be more comfortable at my apartment."
In no time at all, they were stumbling, almost, into Stephen's apartment. No sooner was the door closed than they were tearing each other's clothes off one another. With Pamela naked on his sofa, Stephen took in the beauty of the vision before him. Moments later, he was leant over her, his suit trousers still on and done up. He then began kissing her. First her nose, then her lips, his hands caressing her warm sensuous body and once more igniting the fire inside her.
She opened her nylon clad legs invitingly for Stephen as he moved lower, his warm moist lips brushing her chin then her neck before moving to her shoulder. Pamela reached for the warmth of his firm cock as he dusted the rise of her right breast with his lips. She was softly stroking it when he moved his welcome attention to the other one.
Having sucked each nipple, which stood up proud and wet, Stephen smooched Pamela's midriff and then her slender waist inches from her heated wet pussy and throbbing clit.
"Yes, emn," Pamela sighed, needfully, moments before she felt the warmth of his breath on her and finally, at last, his tongue. Warm and moist, it trailed a path down to her throbbing clit. Vaguely teasing the fine tuft of dark pubes just above the hood, which he kissed.
His tongue then went to work, flicking along Pamela's distended stalk as he held her upper thighs, maintaining them open.
"Yes, yes, more," she urged, her body on the brink of cumming as she cupped each breast and rolled a nipple while pulling the other.
"Huh, huh, huh," she gasped, sharply, short of breath as Stephen sucked her hardened nub and teased the part protruding tip with that of his tongue.
"More, emn, yes, now," she cried.
With her hand once more grasping his short black hair, Pamela thrust her hips at him when she came and rocked her head from side to side.
"Huh, fuck, yes, emn," her voice strained, all while Stephen lapped at her pussy and drank down her escaping juices, his action continuing relentlessly thereafter as she fell back slightly and thrust her hips at him two more times before returning to a more sedate posture.
"Emn, you taste delicious," he crooned after, and then sat back on his haunches.
From where she was laid, Pamela reached up and stroked Stephen's cock through his trousers for some short moments. Wanting to once more feel him, to take his warm pulsating length between her lips, she soon had his trouser button undone and the zip lowered.
It stood there snug in his pants. A firm warm throbbing mass of flesh, held only so by the blood that coursed through Stephen's veins. With his trousers drawn down enough, Pamela urged him up and closer, his body soon craned over hers.
She stared up in wonder at its enormity, the firmness of the bulge pushing against his pants which she subsequently drew down. Allowing it to settle after bobbing around for a short while, Pamela soon had it under control. With a hand resting on Stephen's flank, she urged him closer. Her cheeks smarted when she felt his warmth as she brushed the velvety crown on first one and then the other before centring the head above her lips.
Parting them, instantly, she danced her tongue around the turgid bulge before her and soon tasted the bubble of pre-cum that had escaped.
"Ermn," he moaned his appreciation in response to Pamela's exquisite delicate touch, especially when she teased the sensitive area just below the rim of the crown. That caused him to grown softly as she continued.
"You're bad," he crooned, as she sucked on just the head, his well-meant words, though, only served to encourage Pamela all the more.
Holding him in place, she urged Stephen forward with both hands. In an instant, he was fucking her mouth as she plunged him deep inside her. In doing so, Pamela slid her tongue around his warm throbbing cock as he moved up and down under her measured control.
"Emn, yes, more," he thrilled at her unbridled hunger, and soon felt the head of his mass slip inside her throat.
Pamela held him to her, dormant and close. His cock spasmed inside her throat and set off sparks of pleasure as she teased her tongue around his warm presence. Levering him up after what seemed more than a minute, she felt the head drop back to the rim and then she urged him forward. Subsequently, and until Stephen came shortly thereafter, Pamela fucked the bulbous head of Stephen's hot pulsating rod in and out, back and forth of her throat.
"Oh God, emn, yes, I'm gonna cum," he warned her.
As always, Pamela welcomed it like a refreshing drink, his creamy essence spewing out and promptly filling her mouth with his warm cum as she savoured the taste before swallowing.
Shifting in her seat, Pamela felt her wetness as she lowered the tiny vibe and eased it inside her horny wet pussy. Moments later, and with her thoughts once again back in Stephen's apartment, she continued. His cock was hard and rampant as it left her lips. She felt the welcome sting of several drips on her florid cheeks and smiled gratefully at him. He was all she had imagined and more, his hot throbbing cock ready to take her, to once more fill her up with its warmth and presence.
She watched sedately as he stood up and removed his trousers and pants while keeping his white socks on. As he did, Pamela, for no reason, had her left arm bent and horizontal her middle finger turned and resting on her lips as she waited.
Stephen reached down and had her turned over along the coach and on all fours for him. She would feel him enter her. Sense his presence as he slid his warm cock deep inside her cunt. First, though, she felt Stephen's hands on her buttocks draw them open. That was subsequently followed by his warm breath, which breezed over her round cheeks and flitted around her exposed anus.
"Yes, emn," Pamela moaned with anticipation, moments before she sensed his warm moist tongue tease her puckered rosebud and then swirl around the knot of her colon.
"Yes, more, emn," she sighed and moaned.
At 25 years of age, her tightest hole was virgin territory to men. She so longed to be taken anally, to feel what it was like to have a warm hard throbbing cock inside her ass. Stephen was big, though. He would surely stretch her. She made up her mind as he tongued her asshole and stroked her pussy that it would be worth it.
"Yes," she crooned afterwards, and then knelt up on her haunches. Taking Stephen's hands she held him to her and placed each one on her breasts. His touch inflamed her body instantly as she reached behind her and soon grasped his cock.
"Fuck me, Stephen, fill me up with your lovely firm, emn, yes, cock," she sighed, having guided it between her cheeks. Moments later, and with the warm throbbing head past her pussy ring, Pamela released her grip.
"Fuck, emn, yes, more," she intoned, as he plunged his length deep inside her warm wet sex.
Far from being submissively positioned on all fours for him as he once again motioned his hips back and forth, Pamela's right hand was loosely slung around Stephen's neck, her body arched forward, which caused her breasts to jut out.
"Emn, yes, fuck me, fuck me, Stephen," she urged him, encouragingly, as he rolled each nipple and nipped the warm flesh along her shoulder, the combined attention of which, added to by that of Pamela stroking her clit and pussy, sent a shudder echoing through her as he continued to plough her with his expansive tool.
No sooner had she cum, than Stephen grasped Pamela's hair and urged her down until her upper body was at an incline.
"Fuck me, do it hard, deep," she called back to him, moments before he withdrew his slickly coated erection all the way to the tip and then slammed forward.
"Yes! Fuck! Again!" she cried out for more. He then grasped her slender waist, drew himself back and swung his hips at her - hard.
Supported as she was by her elbows, Pamela rolled and pulled on her left nipple while stroking her distended clit, every so often catching Stephen's warm slick flesh with a fingernail, adding to the sensations that rolled through her body with every one of his intense forward thrusts,
On and on he banged his groin against her buttocks for several long minutes, each one accompanied by a resounding slap, one that caused Pamela's ass to ripple.
Breathing deeply as he took it slow while her orgasm ebbed, Pamela, having already released her swollen nipple, moved her hand up and onto the small of her back. With her head part raised and turned to the side, she crooned, "I want you to fuck me in the ass."
"Your ass," Stephen rejoined, almost as if he was making sure he'd heard her.
"Yes, my ass. I want this lovely hard cock of yours in my ass, Stephen," Pamela iterated.
She then once more drew herself up and subsequently reached down for his cock, which was covered in a slick sheen-like lacquer of her pussy juices. Pamela was dripping wet for him as she withdrew Stephen's warm throbbing length and directed the bulging head a few inches higher, sliding it across her perineum and then pressing it to her rosebud.
"You'll be my first," she apprised him, and then pushed back against his firm warmth.
Pleasure overcame pressure as the warm head of his lust pierced her tightest hole and slid inside. She groaned, as more of his firm presence opened her up while the throbbing of his veins pulsed through her body like mild electric spasms. At one point, she felt certain he would split her tight little asshole asunder, only for Stephen to reach around and stroke her clit and pussy. That took her mind off the pressure all the more as she gave herself to him.
Fully inside Pamela's backside, she took several deep breaths before levering herself up as she flexed forward. ‘Emn, not so bad after all,' she told herself, and then flopped forward, assuming the position to submissively take him, her hands braced against the armrest in readiness.
"Emn, your cock's so big, Stephen," Pamela groaned, all the while gyrating her hips around his shaft and feeling its presence and warmth as it filled her.
"Fuck my ass. Fuck my ass with your lovely big cock," she cooed.
"Yes, emn," she sighed, as he slowly drew it back.
"Oh yes, more," Pamela cried, when he pushed forward and once more filled her lovely tight ass.
He was still fucking her shapely ass, more freely and with perfect rhythm when Pamela heard the announcement that her station was next. All the same, she let her thoughts continue and imagined herself sat over him, his firm warm cock, slick with her ass juice, once more inside her tightest hole as she held herself open for him. They gazed lustfully at one another as Stephen caressed her breasts and rolled her firm nipples. Soon sat up, he kissed her forehead, brushing away the curtain of hair that had hung across it.
The train stopped and soon pulled out of the station with Pamela close to her utopia. ‘Fuck me, Stephen, fuck me,' she urged, and he did, flexing his hips up as she slid effortlessly down his flagpole.
Moments later she felt her body go into orgasmic shock. Pamela's movements became more intense and soon she was cumming, her juices flooding from her thereafter.
Climbing off Stephen, she lay beside him and took control of his cock, her hand fanned out around the hilt. Edging closer, Pamela licked around the bulbous head as she vaguely stroked him and then slithered her tongue down and up his ever pulsating erection.
"Cum on my face, Stephen, let me feel your warmth shower me," she urged, and then took him back into her mouth. With her lips pressed tightly to him and her cheeks drawn in, Pamela danced and slithered her tongue around his warm pulsating shaft as she lowered herself down and then up.
When she felt he was ready to give up his seed, she took herself from him and let her hand continue, her part open lips inches above him, waiting.
"Yes, emn," he groaned, as his body responded, his hips moving up and down in short fits as she urged his warm creamy essence from deep inside his cum filled balls.
Moments later, Pamela received her just desserts, in a manner of speaking, as rope after creamy white rope of Stephen's hot cum splashed her face, catching her nose, eyes, lips and chin. She extended her tongue and caught the second, once again relishing the sweet taste as it plashed against her lip. She then moved closer as he released the third, a long thick mass that crashed against her palate and flooded her mouth, She held him to her as he bucked and shivered, there was so much of it that some leaked out before she could fully swallow him.
Drawing down on him, hungrily, she managed to catch it. Pamela then nurtured his receding length as she drained him of his essence.
The stop after hers was subsequently announced. Pamela's thighs, especially around her thong, were sticky and humid she noticed as she retrieved the toy and turned it off before returning it to her bag. With another week as Mr Wilde's temporary PA to go, she foresaw a need for it.
Having crossed over to the platform opposite, she only had a wait of five minutes for a train going the other way. Still, it had been worth it, she smiled to herself as she opened the carriage door.
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