She Pursues Answers

Why not? She did come here for answers after all…

Liz felt an unusual calm and excitement descended through her body. She recognized her suddenly more confident alluring strut, and thr overwhelming natural flow to her movements, as if some ulterior persona had descended upon control of her body as the jacket fell from her shoulders, and she gracefully sauntered over before lowering to her knees.

Nuzzling her face along the rigid cocks length Liz breathed deep, finding her arousal and anticipation seeming to jump from the strangely earthy yet spicy scent of the cock.

On the next dragging her face across the shaft her tongue trailed along, a purr of delight resonating from within Liz at the first taste. As her tongue lapped the tip her lips spread tightly across the head, as her hands shifted to hold the guys hips as she twisted her head on the first descent down along the length.

Liz was stuck wondering how she hadn’t enjoyed this more often, or done it more often. Thinking about how she could’ve sucked that cock she saw being stroked in the office earlier.

“Mmm….” She moaned, letting go of his hips as her head fell into a nice natural rhythm bobbing up and down. She could only take half the length with ease, relishing the strangely enhanced delight of it all as her hands shifted to feeling herself up.

“So much…” Liz muttered at one point, smacking here lips at one point freeing the cock from her mouth. Sparing a glance from the cock she had been thorough enthralled by to lock gazes with its iring owner.

“I wonder if it’s long enough to tit fuck AND suck.” John remarked, watching happily as the hands groping Liz’s breasts shifted to tug her spaghetti straps free of her shoulders.

“Is it these you’re saying you want to see?” Liz asked brazenly cupping and squeezing her breasts moaning lavishly.

John confidently nodded yes, watching as this corrupted woman clearly slipped further towards ing him in thralldom to the Idol.

God where did I get this bravado? The shameless flaunting? God, I love it. Liz considered as she reared herself up, stroking the shaft down between her cleavage. It felt so warm so electrifying, Liz panted as she let its rigid length tug the fabric free from between her hands and breasts, her hard dark pink nipples on puffy areolas coming into view as fingers pinched and twisted them, Liz playing with them as she eagerly sought to absorb the cock between her breasts.

“Damn that… feel good…” Liz panted, looking up in delight to the mail room worker she didn’t even have a name for.

Feeling his cock slide entirely in and out, once, twice thrice, between her breasts she ed the second part. Gazing down, mouth open tongue reaching out… as his shaft bottomed out in her cleavage. And her lips encomed his cock.

The pace grew slowly less ionate, and more feral, the moments John’s cock didn’t land between her lips, or went unlicked lewd requests were uttered.

“I want you to feed me.”

“Or are you going to mark me.”

“Would you lick my tits clean after?”

Liz had lost any concept of her baseline to compare to what she was doing here, any concept of an ulterior personality taking control immersed by desire, want, confidence, and delight at who she was, what she was doing, in the here and now.

Her hips flexed with each thrust of the cock between her tits, wetness running down her thighs as thoughts of rampantly fucking picked up in her mind.

If she had done this with Paul the other girl could be playing with her pussy… or eating her pussy…

Liz was so engrossed with what she was doing to the cock, and how much more she could be doing this around the office she didn’t notice as John cusped. His hand grabbing her head holding her lips around his cock as she felt it.

Like a pulse the first load filled her mouth, then the second puffed her cheeks, she struggled to swallow as the third gushed in, a firm hand keeping the cock from ejecting even as the seal of lips around it sputtered and failed slightly.

“Good… good… Now swallow it all…” John coached Liz as some rational aspect of her mind resurfaced, questioning just what she was doing. All as she struggled not to choke and gulp the semen between her lips and chase the euphoria it was delivering.

Liz struggled to breath between swallow of the viscous load, submissively drawn to gaze up taking in the encouragement with need eyes as her hands mindlessly pawed and massaged her breast, spreading and smearing any moisture upon them around.

“Are you done?” John asked, Liz nodding with the cock stuck in her mouth that she was. As he released her head Liz gasped from a couple deep breaths, lost in just how amazing it all strangely felt. She reach out her tongue lapping and sucking on the still rigid cock cleaning it before panting heavily some more.

“That… that was… amazing…” Liz then managed to gush, finally regaining her breath, her head feeling light and a buzz with pleasure.

“Well come by anytime. We should probably both get back to work.” John added putting his cock away and stepping back from the frazzled raven haired woman with her tits out on her knees.

He was right… Liz considered, her mind in a daze the subtle alarm raised when her mouth was flooded drowned behind the euphoria of making him cum, and the swallowing it.

Getting up off her knees, Liz straightened out her hair with a hand. “Yeah… uh… I think I will…” She panted, stumbling back towards the door, pleased with herself, ignorant of her leaving without the answer she had agreed to suck the cock for.

Maneuvering out into the public corridors, Liz remained unbiased by her forgotten jacket, or the tits hanging over the top of her shirt. She didn’t notice any looks that she caught, or pick up any clue to her indecency.

Meandering in a happy daze around to the elevator. It was only then that Liz became aware of her exhibitionism, as Liz enjoyed having her breasts being exposed taken advantage of. Groped and sucked on by strangers as the elevator ascended, and her sopping pussy fingered as she forgot to even press for her floor.

Until the elevator was empty. Holding open on floor 5.