Thread: You're Not the Boss of Me (AnnaBeth Belle & Whisper Twice)

Yes , she agreed, flexing her tongue against the shaft of Miles' cock, let's come to a conclusion . It wouldn't take long with all the stress he'd been hoarding lately and the teasing that Virginia had dispensed. She wanted him to finish with Candy still in the office too, and the letter was just about done and drawing it out would waste time. Plus, Candy had filing to do so that Virginia could spend her work time wrapping up a few loose ends in Miles' schedule. There was that TWA tie in that none other than Howard Hughes himself had called, demanding to talk to Miles Sterling. That call Virginia had put through and rearranged everything so Miles could take it. The President, he could wait, but Mr. Hughes got what Mr. Hughes wanted. She wondered if he was still seeing that infant of a child actress. What she could do with a man that powerful and with that little control and security in his sexual life... The thought of taking Howard Hughes, of being his Queen, made Virginia's pussy ache in a deep throbbing way. It was so arousing, so powerful that she felt herself flood her panties and reached down inside of them, sliding her fingers across her mound and then lower to cup cunt in her hand. Leaving it there and allowing herself a single finger inside, Virginia returned her attention to Miles' magnificent cock. Like a shaduf worked by a patient Egyptian farmer, Virginia's head rose and lowered up and down Miles' cook at the same steady pace each way. There would be no variation in it and every time he twitched or tried to thrust up, Virginia expertly gauged the motion and denied it. She was in complete control of the penetration of her mouth, of the pleasure it gave. As much as Miles wanted to grab her head and fuck his cock into her mouth Virginia knew he wouldn't do it unless permitted and if he forgot in a moment of passion a quick pinch to the sensitive orbs that hung below it would settle the matter. As she neared the tip, Virginia's tongue would flex and swirl, stimulating him at his core and enjoying the leaking precum that he emitted. Inside herself, Virginia flexed her finger towards her stomach, finding her own spot deep inside, and pressed against it. That earned Miles a deep groan of her own, muffled by his cock, and it sent vibrations through his shaft. As she heard him begin to reach for words to finish the letter, Virginia withdrew his cock so that just the tip, hard and swollen an angry color, remained in her mouth. Her hands wrapped around his shaft and tugged wetly and slickly on it as she felt him begin to boil. Just as he was ready, as release was a second away, Virginia pulled back so that the tip of his cock rested against her lips and she opened them only enough that the slit at the top of it was inside, ready to give her his cum and for him to have to hold himself still during his orgasm or get it on her clothes. Would his control hold out? If not, and it had gone either way in the past, Virginia would emerge from under his desk covered in his cum on her face and on her clothes. She permitted that if he couldn't control himself, but there were always consequences for the loss of it. Miles was always given that choice and sometimes she wondered if he didn't choose poorly on purpose.