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"Close it behind you," she says. Of course I do what the boss's wife tells me to do.

Ilona's hair is bluish-black, and her raven curls tumble down over the shoulders of her white silk blouse. She is smiling, sitting upright on the edge of my desk, her hands placed demurely on her lap, and her legs primly crossed at the knees. My eyes track down her slender legs, and it's then that I see them. Ilona's red silk panties hang from one shiny, sheer black-stockinged ankle.

She smiles as I steady my coffee cup, uncrossing her legs as she does so. She raises a manicured finger to her mouth, and curls her tongue around it. She drops her hand, still smiling, hitches up her tight black skirt with her other hand, and places the finger in her cunt. Her mound is already glowing red, plump, and swollen.

As I approach, she slides off and sashays around the desk, her panties dragging behind the one high-heeled pump with each step. Now standing between my chair and the desk, she turns away from me, sits back up on the desk, and then lies back, her head toward me. She slides closer, and her head is now hanging, upside down, over the edge of the desk, right in front of my swelling groin. I put down my coffee. I have a better stimulant before me now.

Ilona unzips me with those expensively manicured fingers, and the tip of her tongue works around the tip of my cock, before lazily traveling up and down the shaft. I am fully hard in no time.

She takes my cock in her mouth, and my hips move back and forth, almost involuntarily, as I begin to upside-down throat-fuck her. Ilona has no gag reflex, and she moans and squeals with pleasure through mouthfuls of accelerating, thrusting cock. Or at least that's what I think she's doing. I watch my cock slide smoothly up and down Ilona’s throat. Such a clever girl.

Without pulling out, I lean forward and I gaze down on her pert breasts. Ilona is not wearing a bra, and her nipples point up at me through her gauzy silk blouse. I unbutton her, and I knead her firm, round breasts and squeeze her bullet-hard nipples. My hands then work their way down her body, gliding over her flat, smooth stomach, and toward her pussy as she continues to gorge on my cock. She even has my balls between her lips now.

I hitch up Ilona's skirt and put two fingers in her cunt. I feel her shudder, and her jaw tightens around my cock. My god, the woman is juiced up! I withdraw the fingers and I put them in my mouth.

Ilona tastes sublime, and I absolutely have to eat her. My boss is a lucky man. I am certain he doesn't realize just how lucky he is, though, and the glorious cunt juice I am tasting right now will be wasted on him. I, however, am a connoisseur of cunt, and I want Ilona's pussy liquor washing over my tongue and filling my mouth!

Taking her firmly by the hips with both hands, I hoist Ilona up and bring her pussy to my mouth, and we are now in a standing 69. I have to thank the boss, I suppose, for installing the office gym, where I have developed the upper-body strength that allows me to pick up his wife and hold her upside down as I eat her out.

Ilona tastes like my favorite wine, Gewuerztraminer; She is sweet and perfumed at first, where smell and taste are still indistinguishable from each other—too sweet and too perfumed for some, perhaps—but then that sweetness gives way to a complexity and an intensity that overwhelms my tongue and my tastebuds, and pops my brain in a neural fizz. My tongue quests deeper inside, searching for more of the intensity and complexity, and the sensory overload that is Ilona.

We continue, with our faces buried in each other, her thighs squeezing the side of my head, guzzling, sucking, licking, drinking, swallowing, inhaling each other, until we come together explosively, filling each other's mouths. Ilona comes so hard she squirts straight to the back of my throat, then gushes straight down it. Ilona is nectar.

I collapse backward into the chair next to my desk, still holding Ilona, upside-down, with my tongue still deep in her cunt and her legs still wrapped around my head. She still has my cock in her mouth, and she is milking me greedily. We are shaking and sweating, and we are both spent, but we continue to feast on each other's cum. It is the finest either of us has ever tasted, and we will not waste a drop. We will mix it when we kiss. We can never get enough of each other in our mouths, even though Ilona visits my office almost every day.