I Sucked My Employer’s Cock While He Was on The Phone

Mr. Brown bit his lip and I could tell he was holding back a moan so I continued to apply pressure to the base of his cock. Slowly, I dragged my wet tongue from the tip of his cock all the way to the base where my hand held him tight.

It was early in the morning when I pulled up to Mr. Brown’s house. I let myself in the front door as I usually do and called out “Good morning!”

The house was quiet. I kicked off my shoes and climbed barefoot up a short flight of stairs to the main level.

“Hello!” I called but there was no answer.

I opened the closet door and pulled out the vacuum cleaner and a basket of cleaning supplies, bringing everything down to the master bedroom where I usually start my day. Mr. Brown was not there. I made his bed and tidied up his clothes. Afterward, I crossed the room and pulled open the curtains letting the morning sun pour in. Leaving the vacuum for a moment, I left the room and went back down the hall. I could hear Mr. Brown’s voice coming from the living room.

Following the sound of his voice, I found him sitting in an armchair, by the window overlooking the backyard. Mr. Brown is a handsome man, in his late forties. He hired me one year ago, shortly after his divorce, to help him clean the house and prepare some meals. This morning he was sitting by the window wearing a thick white bathrobe and was cradling a phone under his ear, scribbling notes on a notepad. Looking up he smiled at me so I smiled and waved back.

I walked over to him and stood quietly.

“I see,” he said into the phone, “That’s fine, Lisa. No… I’m sure.”

Mr. Brown looked up. Gesturing toward the bedrooms, I mouthed the words “Are the kids gone?” and he replied by nodding his head ‘yes’.

I started to unbutton my blouse and he smiled.

“That’s right, drinks at six, and dinner at seven,” Mr. Brown said. “Why don’t you bring that wine we enjoyed so much the last time? Yes, that’s the one.”

I walked over to the couch and finished unbuttoning my shirt, pulled it off, folded it, and dropped it on the couch. From the corner of my eye, I noticed there was a plate on the floor. I picked up the plate filled with crumbs, and walked into the kitchen, setting it on the counter then on my way back to the living room, I reached behind my back and unfastened three clasps on my white lace bra.

Pulling my bra off, I tossed it on the couch, leaving my big breasts free to bounce and jiggle. Next to my golden shirt was a small pillow so I grabbed it and made my way back to Mr. Brown.

“Well he always does that when he’s had too much to drink,” Mr. Brown said chuckling into the phone.

I stopped in front of him, topless and wearing only a pair of tight black leggings. I put my hands on my hips and smiled as I waited for him to notice me. Mr. Brown glanced up and grinned as his eyes found my big bare tits. He gently bit his lip, his eyes scanning me up and down from my bare feet and long legs and wide hips to my flat tummy. His eyes climbed up over my pale round tits and stopped at my face.

Without a word, he shifted in his chair, sinking lower and spreading his legs. Automatically I dropped the pillow on the floor and knelt in front of him. Reaching out, I took the belt of his soft robe and unfastened it. I then spread his robe apart and exposed his naked body, licking my lips as his cock and balls came into view.

“No, Lisa. Betty and her husband will be here too so you can ask her when you get here,” Mr. Brown continued his conversation.

I remained there in that position, kneeling in front of him with my bare breasts fully exposed. I pushed my chest out, presenting my tits for his pleasure, and stared at his newly exposed cock and balls. This was one of my favorite moments. I loved watching his cock grow without touching it at all, just kneeling there with my big tits exposed. Very soon, I would be happily slurping and sucking away on his cock but for now, I just stayed still. His cock was beginning to inflate.

Mr. Brown looked over my soft naked tits. The light from the morning sun lit up my skin showing off every detail. Every freckle, every bump on my wide pink nipples could be easily seen. Most days he would reach up and cup my tits in his hands and play with them while I slid my hands up and down over his thighs but today he was otherwise occupied.

I tried to imagine how many times I’d sucked his cock. A hundred times? No, that can’t be right. I did some math in my head. “Nine months, at five days a week, for fours weeks per month….”

Slowly I ran my hands up my tummy, pushing my soft breasts up as far as I could and then one at a time let them fall. Mr. Brown’s cock continued to inflate, growing and sliding up his leg. God I loved that.

“No I’m still here,” Mr. Brown said into the phone and I smiled knowing that I had pulled his attention away.

Sweeping up my tits into my palms, I pushed them together. I squeezed and played with them like two big balls of dough before I lifted my left breast to my lips and covered my nipple with my mouth. I sucked on it and watched Mr. Brown’s face. His expression changed to silent agony. When I pulled my nipple away it was tall and stiff and glistening with spit.

I looked down at his cock again. It was standing at full attention now, completely erect with its bulbous head pointing toward my face. It was time to go to work on it.

I reached out and took his shaft like I was shaking hands with it. It was warm and his skin was soft. I gently pulled toward me letting my hand slide off. Then I took him in my other hand. I repeated this action hand over hand, over and over like I was pulling on a thick fleshy rope.

“I’ll ask Carina to prepare a wonderful meal for all of us,” Mr. Brown said with a slight tremor in his voice, “She’s wonderful.”

He gave me a wink and I smiled. I knew that sliding the palm of my hand over the sensitive ridge of his cock-head was sending waves of pleasure through his body.

I released his swollen cock and reached into my pocket, pulling out a hair tie. Reaching up I swept my blonde shoulder-length hair into a ponytail and fastened it in place with the elastic. Mr. Brown took the opportunity to reach out and squeeze my right tit. Smiling, I gently pushed his hand aside. I had work to do after all.

Adjusting my position, I spread my legs to bring myself lower. I took his thick cock in my right hand and sliding my fist down over it I clutched him at the base. I loved to gently squeeze his shaft as low as I could and hold it there and watch as all the sexy details of his cock become more pronounced. His shaft turned a slightly darker color and his cock head and veins bulged slightly. After a moment I slowly lowered my face to his cock. playfully flicking my tongue over the tip.

Mr. Brown bit his lip and I could tell he was holding back a moan so I continued to apply pressure to the base of his cock. Slowly, I dragged my wet tongue from the tip of his cock all the way to the base where my hand held him tight. I then licked all the way back up his cock, leaving the tip of my tongue resting on his head, holding that position for a moment and watching his expression. He was in silent agony.

“No, I’m still here,” he blurted into the phone, “I was just…” his voice trailed off.

Turning my head sideways I pressed my open mouth against the sensitive underside of his shaft and started sliding my mouth up and down the side of his cock, leaving a thick coat of saliva behind. I then pulled off and returned to a sitting position still clutching his cock by the base. Using my free hand I began sliding my fist up and down each time with a little twisting motion. I moved slowly so the sound of my soft, wet hand on his hard cock would not be heard by the person on the other end of the phone.

Were he not on the phone this morning I would be pounding my fist up and down right now filling the room with the sound of a sloppy-wet handjob and listening to Mr. Brown’s grunts, but for now I wanted only to keep him hard and stimulated.

When there was a pause in the conversation, temptation overcame me for a moment, and I gave his shaft a couple of quick jerks and his body jumped in reaction.

“Listen, I really should go. I have a few more calls to make this morning,” Mr. Brown said.

That was all I needed to hear. I opened my mouth and dropped my face into his lap sending his meaty shaft to the back of my throat. I felt the muscles in his thighs tighten and I felt his cock jerk in my mouth. Immediately, I started quietly bobbing up and down on his cock. With my lips around his cock I started to slide my fist up and down in time with my mouth.

Despite holding his cock tightly in my mouth, some spit escaped my lips and rolled down his shaft, over my hand, and down on his balls. It was very difficult to keep the sounds of this wet blowjob quiet and little sucking sounds escaped my tight lips. Mr. Brown grabbed my head with his free hand and pushed me down his cock, shoving it down my throat, in a desperate attempt to keep his composure.

“Just a second, Lisa,” Mr. Brown said, covering the phone with his hand and looking at me. “Do we have anything for a vegetarian?” he asked.

My head shot up and Mr. Brown’s cock left my mouth with a pop.

“Shit,” I said quietly.

I sat there for a moment thinking, my hand still unconsciously stroking his cock as I stared out the window. A stream of spit joined my bottom lip to his prick. In my mind, I reviewed the contents of the cupboard, pantry, and fridge. I was almost certain I still had some rice in the cupboard and a few mushrooms left.

Mr. Brown shrugged his shoulders and looked at me.

“Yeah it should be alright,” I said quietly.

“We’ll find something to feed you, Lisa,” he said and I heard laughing through the phone.

I leaned forward and put his slippery shaft on my chest. I carefully pushed my big tits together and quietly started to tit-fuck him.

“Listen, I really have to go now,” Mr. Brown said. His voice was almost cracking. I pressed my tits together tighter and rubbed him a little faster. “Ok, I’ll see you later.”

As soon as Lisa ended the call, he let the phone fall from his hand straight to the floor.

“Carina, you are such a tease!” Mr. Brown gasped.

I worked my tits up and down even faster now. My whole body was bouncing. He reached behind my head and pulled the hair elastic out letting my blonde hair bounce and toss around.

“Does it feel good?” I asked him with a smile.

“God, yes,” he said, “You are amazing. Your blowjobs are absolutely perfect!”

Mr. Brown reached out and replaced my hands with his own, pushing my fleshy white orbs together around his cock. I put my hands on his thighs to balance myself as I continued to slide up and down against him.

“Do you like to fuck my tits?” I asked him in a shy quiet voice.

“I fucking love your young, perfect tits!” he responded with a grin on his face.

I could tell he was going to come soon so I kept talking, knowing exactly what he wanted to hear.

“I’m only twenty years old and you’re fucking my amazing tits,” I said slowly. “These tits will soon be covered in your cum…”

Mr. Brown was breathing hard now. His pelvis was moving in time with my body. I looked down and I could see the head of his cock peek out between my big tits with each forward thrust.

“You like to fuck a young girl’s big round tits? Did you like it when I sucked your cock while you were on the phone?” I asked in my sexiest voice.

Suddenly his body jerked and I could feel something warm between my tits. I looked down and a small river of sticky white cum was rolling down my cleavage.

“Oh God,” he panted and his eyes squeezed shut. “Yes…”

I felt him squeeze my breasts even tighter. More and more warm cum gushed out from between my tits. Mr. Brown grunted and his body jerked again. I watched his face contort as he pushed out jet after jet of warm cum over my breasts. Finally, all at once he relaxed and let out a long breath.

“Look at this mess!” I said pulling away and letting his slippery cock slide out from between my breasts.

His pole was shiny and slick. Globs of white cum were running fast down my chest. I had to quickly catch the stream of come before it ran onto my black pants. I scraped my left hand up my belly and collected a small handful of come.

“Yours I presume?” I teased holding my hand out flat to show Mr. Brown the strings of white cum on my fingers.

“It’s yours now!” he replied laughing.

With nowhere else to put it I wiped my hand off on my bare left tit. Reaching out with my right hand I gave his cock one more tug from base to tip. His shaft gave up its last bit of white goo. Using my thumb I wiped off the last glob of white cum from the tip of his cock and added it to the smear on my chest.

I leaned back and looked at him. He was so handsome, resting there in the afterglow of his orgasm. I looked down at his gorgeous thick cock and watched it slowly deflate. How I wanted to suck it back to life again and crawl into his lap and ride that stiff pole.

“How many people are coming for dinner tonight?” I asked him.

Mr. Brown didn’t answer. Instead, he smiled and pointed to a spot on my chest just below my neck. I touched the spot where he was pointing and found another thick stream of his cum still clinging to me. I wiped it off with my fingers and looked at it. I played with it, rolling the gooey liquid between my fingers then dropped my hand to my chest and slowly began to smear the fresh cum all over my tits.

“God, you’re incredible, Carina,” Mr. Brown remarked shaking his head.

I smiled back at him. Using only my left hand I massaged the sperm all over my big chest until it was all gone. My tits were now tacky and just a little shiny. Just for fun, I scooped up my tits in my hands and started slapping my oversized tits together. My sticky skin made an especially yummy smacking noise with each clap.

“All done!” I said. I stood up and walked to the kitchen to clean up. “So, how many people, Mr. Brown?” I called over my shoulder. “Including the vegetarians!”

“Seven couples!” he called back.

I entered the kitchen and went straight for the paper towels. I tore off a few and ran them under a bit of warm water.

“I’m going to get dressed and do a bit of work at the office,” he called to me.

“Okay!” I shouted back from the kitchen.

I applied the wet paper towels to my chest and started to wash the coating of cum off my tits, pulling each breast up by the nipple to wash underneath. I put my bra and shirt back on and fixed my hair in the mirror in the hallway.

“Carina, you’re the best!” he said as he walked past me. “I’ll see you later.”

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