Sloppy blow job at the office

The boss gets a sloppy blow job at work.

A sloppy blow job was never my intention with my handsome and very married boss, Patrick. However, I couldn’t believe my eyes as I walked through the door of his office. My heart was pounding. There he was sitting at his desk with his hand wrapped around his cock.  His eyes were closed while stroking it. I knew I should have turned around and left, but I couldn’t help but feel aroused at the sight of him.  “Patrick,” I whispered. His eyes snapped open before he stumbled around to try to cover himself.  However, it was too late. I’d already seen everything. “Mallory,” he stammered, his face turning bright red from embarrassment. “I thought I locked the door.” My amusement at his discomfort was something I refused to hide. “Well, you didn’t,” I said, stepping further into the room with a smirk on my face.

“I’m impressed,” I told him, while eying him up and down.  He continued to gaze at me; he was in complete shock. “Impressed?” he repeated, looking even more confused. I nodded after brushing my long blond hair over my shoulders. “Yes,” I said, my voice remaining seductive. “I’ve always suspected that you could be a dirty boy, Patrick. But now I want to see just how dirty.” He swallowed hard. “Mallory,” he said, his voice sounding strained. “I… I’m married…” I shrugged, my eyes never leaving his. “When is the last time you had a good sloppy blow job? Or some good wet pussy from your wife at home?”  I questioned him. He paused for a brief instant before admitting I was right.

The sloppy blow job he was missing at home.

As I stood there smiling, the excitement raced through me. “Well,” I said, inching closer to him. “Looks like it’s going to be up to me to take care of that cock for you.” Before he could even say a word, I sank to my knees in front of him. “Mallory,” he gasped, with his hands tangling in my blond hair. “What are you doing?” I looked up at him. “What does it look like I’m doing?” I asked in a teasing voice. “I’m going to give you a hot, sloppy blow job.” His moaning increased as I lowered my mouth to the head of his cock. His hands tangling in my hair as I took him deeper into my mouth, my hand pumping up and down his shaft.  He groaned as his hips began thrusting up to meet the rhythm of my mouth.

“Fuck, Mallory,” he gasped. “You’re so good at this.” I hummed in agreement, my mouth never leaves his cock. I was loving the way his cock tasted and felt in my mouth. The way he moaned and gasped while I gave him his sloppy blow job had me wet. His cock grew harder in my mouth.  My own pussy was making her own juices as he continued to fuck my mouth. Wanting him to cum in my mouth, to taste his cum on my tongue. “Mallory,” he gasped, his voice sounding even more strained. “I’m going to cum.” He moaned, my mouth never leaving his cock as I continued to bob up and down. I wanted his cum and wanted to feel him explode in my mouth. As I sucked harder, my hand pumped faster,  while my tongue flicked over the head of his cock.

Finishing touch!

His cock began squirting in my mouth.  I moaned as I swallowed down his cum, my own pussy aching for release. I sat back on my heels, my lips were a little swollen and red from the sloppy blow job I had just given the boss. “Damn, Mallory, that was amazing,” he said, still trying to catch his breath.  “I know,” I said, with a flirty smile. “However, I’m not done with you yet.” He looked at my mischievous grin. “What do you mean?” he asked. I reached for his cock again. “It’s my turn next mean,” I said, my voice low and seductive. “It’s time for you to eat my pussy.” He groaned, his cock twitching in my hand. “Fuck, Mallory,” he gasped. “You’re insatiable.”

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