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And other delights

She was kneeling.

What is your desire, she said.

She was nervous. She was supposed to be taking a conference call.

She was running late. She was supposed to do the call with Bangalore in the late evening. She wasn't sure what time.

Give me those panties, he said.

She slid them off, a bit complex since she was kneeling.

It's time for your conference call, he said.

She was about to protest, but the look in his eye told him that he was not being conciliatory, he had something in mind.

As she was dialing, he said, one moment. Go into the bathroom and take off the bra, then button your dress again.

She did that, and he was in the kitchen, doing something.

She dialed. Rajiv was there, and so were Mohan, Pushpendra and Sneha. More would arrive.

They began to discuss the functional spec.

He was back in the room. She could hear him but was thinking about wire frames, as she reclined on the bed.

He was unbuttoning her shirt with one hand.

He had a little tray with stuff on it, but she couldn't see what it was.

His hand slid around her breast and brought it into the light of the room. He had something in his hand.

A squirt of Redi-Whip on her nipple.

Two breasts visible, each topped with whipped cream.

His hand was lifting her skirt, her sweet shaved pussy came into view.

He smiled and gave it a sweet covering.

Mohan was going through his 462 questions about the spec.

The tongue began to clean the whipped cream off her right nipple. Very thorough. He pinched it in his fingers as he cleaned the left nipple. Gentle bites as he sucked the cream, then harder.

He began to work on the larger area first by taking fingerfulls of cream from her pussy, pressing hard.

Then a thorough cleaning of her clit, and all around. Sweet, he said, sweet.

He slid a finger inside, and smiled as he licked her juices from it.

Pushpendra was asking about the database layer. Was mysql adequate

He was reaching into her, in no hurry, running his finger inside, and licking the juices.

He put a finger full into her mouth.

A slice of apple. He rubbed it onto her pussy, and fed himself a bite. He gave her a bite, too.

He licked her pussy clean again. He seemd very concerned with clenliness, because he was going over her clit again and again with his tongue, to make sure. More bites of apple, full of juices.

Sneha was very confused about the QA plan.

His cock was visible. Hard and erect. She was wet and he slid it into her. He was in no hurry. Each stroke took its time.

Mohan and Sneha were on a tangent about ajax. Don't ask any questions, she thought.

His cock kept stroking, very deliberately. It seemed like whenever he was near to coming, he would rest, then stroke again.

He was pinching her nipples and fucking her. Pushpendra was advocating XML blobs in the database.

He took a long stroke, and she could feel the cum squirting into her. He kept pushing, until h had pumped gallons of cum into her, it seemed.

She had closed her eyes earlier, trying to listen to Mohan explain something.

She could feel a slice of fruit, a finger, rubbing.

He got her to open her mouth. A slice of peach, covered in cum.

He fed her the whole peach that way.

She was trying to wrap the call up, when she felt the little vibrator.

Hurry, get them off the phone. More questions. She could feel the orgasm building inside.

Hurry. Mohan needed to schedule the next meeting. Get off the phone, she thought. Get off.

She got off.

The people in Bangalore just heard a little squeek and some background noise, but the orgasm rolled over her and she was pounding the bed.

She had hung up on them. Connections to India were always a bit flakey. She'd email them in the morning.

Right at the moment, she was hungry for some peach.


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