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At 2:30 on the dot there was a knocking on my office door. I let Lo in, locked the door, and looked at her. Her skirt was all askew and her face had an even bigger smile on it than when she got out of the shower only a few long hours ago. She immediately planted a big, wet kiss on me, opening her mouth to give me her tongue for a long, steamy tango.

When she was done she sat on the black leather couch and looked up at me. She was eye-level with my cock. She started to undo my belt and my pants.

“What happened, Lo?” I asked as her hands went through their well-learned motions.

“It was n-i-c-e,” she said, very slowly.

“Ok, a little more detail, please. And what happened to your knees?”

I could see on her bare knees the imprint of some sort of pattern.

“Oh, that. That must be from the floor of his truck,” she said with an air of coquettish indifference.

“Care to explain?”

“Well,” she began as she took out my cock, “we met up in the restaurant and I sat next to him rather than across from him as I had imagined I would. Almost no one was there. He was very shy and almost nervous. I had to place his hand on my knee and encourage him to feel up my thigh. But once I did so, he began to relax. I, for my part, put my hand on his knee and grazed his cock once or twice to see if he was hard. He was. We ordered drinks and we drank them fast and then we went out to his truck. This time he brought his truck. It’s huge! The truck, I mean. He helped me into it cause it is so big and tall and as he gave me a boost up I let him have a quick looksee up my skirt. He got in and we drove all around town looking for a quiet and safe place to park. Finally we found a spot — not ideal, cause there were a lot of people walking around at that hour, but it would do. Time was running out. His truck has tinted windows and we climbed into the back seat and, well, I went down on him like this.”

She proceeded to demonstrate on my cock just what she had done not long ago to Hunter’s cock.

“And?” I asked, made tense by both the actions of her tongue and the words it had left off from forming.

“And he reached over my ass with his lengthy arm and fingered me with his long, big fleshy fingers and I came — a few times — dripping all over his hand and then, as he was fingering me, I felt his cock swell up and bulge in my mouth and I felt his washboard abs get all hard and tight, and then suddenly he exploded in a giant burst in the back of my throat. My mouth was all the way down his entire shaft and he filled me up with his warm jizz.”

“And you?”

“I swallowed it, of course. All of it. And he was impressed.”

She frantically sucked on my pole as she was again on her knees — this time on the carpet of my office rather than the floor mat of a truck.

“And then what?”

“And then it was time to go, so I got up and as I was climbing from the back seat to the front and as I was bent over with my face looking out the clear front window at the world, I lifted my skirt in the back, like this.” She got up and, bending over my desk, she demonstrated. “And he pulled down my little thong and spanked me a bit. I bit my lip and let out a moan — it felt so good — and then, as if he was reading my mind, he fingered me one more time.” As she said this, she reached around and began fingering herself. “He told me how unbelievably tight I am.”

[Excerpt from the story, “ Silver Fox, Mynx, and the Hunter — Part VI: Take Two,” from the blog:]

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