A hard day at the office

Sandra, who works as a customer service manager at a
large department store, is having a hard day at work. 
It is Christmas season and the customers just didn’t
seem to have the spirit of joy and happiness that once
prevailed this time of year. They are short tempered
and the majority is rude to say the least.
Sandra, who is just finishing with a very rude
customer, is returning to her desk to gather her
composure before dealing with anyone else. She thinks
as she walks,
“Why do I have to get all the dumb ass customers? What
a jerk.”

Arriving at her desk, she pulls her chair out, adjusts
her skirt a little higher on her beautiful thighs so
that she will be more comfortable and unrestrained
while sitting and slides gracefully into her seat.
Sandra, my sweet Sandra, scoots her chair in closer to
the desk totally unaware of what is waiting for her. 
Unexpectedly, she feels a hot tongue sliding up her
thigh and the tickling sensation of a soft beard as it
moves upwards towards her pussy.
Earlier that day she had spoken to Bill on the phone. 
Her sweet, sexy Bill, who she met on the Internet, had
flown into town for the weekend and had phoned to tell
her of his surprise visit. Their conversation was
sexually hot as usual and she was particularly happy
and aroused with the thought that he would be at her
home when she got off work.
They had talked briefly about all the things they were
going to do to each other while lying in bed in each
other’s arms. The conversation was brief but Bill was
able to arouse Sandra so that her pussy was dripping
wet and her panties were soaked. So soaked, she had
to remove them in the ladies room so she wouldn't have
a wet crotch all day and be uncomfortable.
My hot tongue and beard startled Sandra at first. She
sucked in her breath from shock and briskly pushed her
chair away from the desk and looked to see what was
attacking her.
She didn't know that I found out where she worked and
had planned a little surprise for her. I arrived in town a
little early that day and went directly to Sandra’s work place.
The store was bustling with activity. I spotted an employee
of the store and received directions to “Customer Service”.
The customer service area consisted of a counter with a few
cash registers to accommodate the line of people waiting service.
Along the right side of the counter was a short hallway that led to
some small offices. Above the doors were signs designating the
name of the occupant for each office. Sandra’s was the first one
on the right.
Noticing that the secretary was away at lunch, the girl behind
the counter was up to her ass in alligators, and there was
no sign of anyone else, I quietly walked down the hall and
slipped unnoticeably into Sandra’s office. 
I quickly took a survey of the office and noticed nothing
remarkable. It was a simple office with a desk, a couple
of chairs, and a private door. 
Seeing the door, I grinned inwardly, knowing with it closed
Sandra and I could have a modicum of privacy. I crawled
under the desk, fitting myself as comfortably as I could into
the well and waited patiently for Sandra’s return.
Return she did and my tongue on her thigh was an
exhilarating thrill but she was startled and didn't
know who or what might be under her desk.
At first she was frightened, then the fright
immediately turned to anger and she was ready to vent
her anger on whatever it was beneath her desk, anger
that had been building inside of her all day caused by
the rude customers and the like.
Frustration was an equal part of it too. Bill had
made her hot and wet with his sexy voice and erotic
conversation. She wanted to be home in bed rolling
around in the sheets with him not dealing with irate
customers and their petty problems.
Now she was expected to endure some smart-ass
practical joker under her desk who had the audacity to
lick her thighs. Well, that was more than she could
take. She grabbed the phone and just before she brought it 
crashing down upon my head she caught a glimpse of my
bald head and gray beard and stopped it in mid flight
for which I will be eternally grateful.
When she recognized me, Sandra let out a squeal and
luckily no one else could hear with the door closed so
I could remain in my hiding place. At first Sandra
was happy to see me then she wanted me to come out
from under the desk so we could hug and kiss.
I wanted this also, but I had a hell of a time getting
under this desk and I intended to make the effort
worth it. I told Sandra,
"No, not yet. I want to eat your pussy first. I want
you to have an earth shuddering orgasm before I come
out. Sit back down, pull your skirt up, and bring
that pussy to me.
NOW!
I want you to spread your legs wide and let me devour
you cunt. Give it to me. Give it all to me." 
My words, the emotions that the rude customers had
stirred up, and the thrills my tongue and beard had
brought her all conspired to cause my Sandra to
consent to my demands. She smiled wickedly, sat back
in her chair, wheeled back to the desk, and thrust her
pussy into my face.
The sight before me was entirely unexpected. There
were no panties to remove, her pussy was already
partially engorged, and clinging to the lips were her creamy juices. 

I attacked her pussy like it was the last one that I
was going to eat, voraciously sucking, licking, and
lapping at it, not missing any fold or crevice. I
sucked on her clit until it was hard and looked like a
ripe cherry ready to be plucked.
In no time her juices were flooding my face and I
lapped up every drop. I gave her clit lots of
attention by sucking on it and then lavishing it with
light feathery strokes of my tongue.
Sandra was moaning softly at first and it slowly built
into a continuous wail. Her hips were moving, pushing
her pussy tightly into my face. Her hands grabbed the
back of my head and held my mouth where she wanted it
the most. I chewed on her soft pussy lips and licked
her
slit. I tongued her hole with rapid strokes of my
pointed tongue, pushing it in deep and swirling it
over the sensitive nerves at the entrance.
The small pee hole also got attention from my fast
moving tongue. I was in heaven and Sandra was in
torment wanting to reach her orgasmic release, but not
wanting this tongue fucking to end. I was tantalizing
her beyond belief. My face and beard were awash in her
creamy juices and my tongue bore a white coat.
If there is a pussy heaven, this was it. I wanted to
eat on her the rest of the day, but this was her place
of business and someone might walk in at anytime and
spoil it although, I expect, the fear of discovery of
being eaten out in her office added an element of
excitement for both of us.
I sucked her clit deep into my mouth and held it
there, rapidly moving my head back and forth, pulling
on it like it was a small penis. At the same time my
tongue was busy slithering back and forth across the
tip.
This activity was the crowning movement because I felt
Sandra tense. Her legs clamped tight around my head,
her abdomen began to convulse and a sharp cry began to
escape her mouth. Right at this time when she thought
it couldn't get more pleasurable I sank two fingers
deep into
her pussy and twisted them violently inside her. This
caused her to loose any control she had left and
Sandra screamed,
“Don’t stop. Yes, right there. RIGHT THERE. Yes,
tongue it more. I’m going to cum
I’m cumming

NOWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
SHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIITTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT Suck me.
AARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.”

…And Sandra burst into the biggest, longest orgasm
ever.

I continued to lick and kiss her pussy gently. 
Continuing until I had lapped up all of her juices and
only soft mewling sounds were coming from her throat. 
She was totally exhausted and sated. Only then did I
slowly push her chair away from the desk and crawl
out.
I lowered my mouth to hers and kissed her full on the
lips sinking my tongue deep inside so that she could
taste her own juices. I stood up, smiled my devilish
smile, patted my crotch where I was harboring a hot
cock for her and said,
"I'll be waiting for you at home.
Have a nice rest of the work day if that's what
you call this."