Chapter 8

Summer steps through the doors, spotting Michael’s crouched form from behind. She smiles to herself and flicks her hair blonde back, off her shoulder. “Now that is a position that I like to see a man in,” she says, startling the man, “on his knees.”

Michael quickly stands and spins around to face her. “I didn’t expect to see you today,” he admits, a little red in the face.

“I told you that I would be here,” she quickly says. “I am a woman of my word.”

“I see that.” He tries not to let her see how overly happy he is to see her. A little bit of elusiveness and a little less eagerness will guarantee him getting into her pants, or rather, her very high waist mini skirt and mini crop top. “I’m glad you’re here. “Would you care for a drink?”

“I think we had enough drinks last night,” she says. “Besides, you are not really expecting me to come here for that.”

“No, I’m not,” he says, setting the file in his hand down on the desk. “I thought that maybe it would break the ice.”

“Oh, I think the ice is quite broken,” Summer says, smiling and revealing perfect, white teeth.

Michael grins and slides over to the door to his office. He cracks it open, holding the door and gesturing for her to enter. Summer nods and slips past him and through the door. He casts one final look, ensuring no one else is coming in or out of any doors and then follows her in.

Michael leads her over to the couch in his office. As soon as they are sitting, his hand is delving into her top, covering her firm breasts directly. Brushing across her already swollen nipples, his palm covers it, flattening the hard nub beneath its weight. His clenching fingers squeeze and mold her breast with his need. Summer’s back arches, offering herself to him. Whimpering needily, she scratches at his shoulders through his shirt as her body sinks deeper into the couch.

Michael’s hand shifts, his fingers rolling her swollen nipple between them. Then his hand shifts back so that he can fondle her breast again. After several long minutes, he extracts his hand from inside her top. The sudden loss of the contact makes her mewl sadly.

But the loss isn’t without reward. She takes note of the bulge in his pants, and her own need to have his cock back in her mouth. This time the prize will be hers—there won’t be a third go around. She reaches for his crotch. There her fingers grab at the bulge confined in his pants, trying to wrap themselves around it. One foot falls to the floor to provide better leverage for her to press her crotch up against his hip. Michael’s hand returns to her breast. As it covers her flesh her back arches again, her body wanting the contact more pronounced.

Soon, the man’s lips are crushing down on hers. Their bodies simmer hotter and hotter. She claws at his pants as she kisses him deeply, raising her tongue to swirl over his. He shifts atop her. His hand slides over her other, neglected breast, giving it the same attention as the first. Moaning louder, she turns her arched back to offer her breasts to him. She rubs her crotch against him. Her hands scratches at his bulge more and more insistently.

Over the next few minutes, as they share one passionate kiss after another, his hand shifts back and forth between her breasts, massaging one and then the other. Each time, she turns her body slightly, arching her back to press whichever breast Michael is fondling into his hand. She squirms beneath him, rubbing herself against his hip, causing her skirt to gradually ride up, exposing more and more of her thighs.

Michael breaks their kiss and pulls away. Rising up, he gazes down upon her. And she looks like she did the night before—large green eyes, thick, long curving horns, long point ears and scaly, pink skin.

He wasn’t sure until now that it wasn’t just the lighting in the alley playing tricks on him. He isn’t all too sure about what he is seeing now. But she lays there panting, her head propped on the armrest with one hand grabbing at his shoulder, the other still clawing at his crotch. How can he not want such an exotic creature?

Michael doesn’t think he can just walk away now, especially not after the incredible blowjob he had received. He reaches in and grabs her top with both hands and then forcefully tears it open. Her flesh shimmers with a light sweat in the natural light coming through the office windows. His hands skirt over her breasts. He squeezes one and feels the other quicker beneath his touch with her heavy breaths. Her swollen nipples, darker than the surrounding flesh, caps both glorious mounds proudly. Her skirt has worked its way up to where her scaly smooth cunt can just be glimpsed between her spread legs as her hips continue to roll and hump against him. Reflexively, her hand digs at his crotch even more vigorously, her fingers scratching hungrily.

“You came today because you wanted my fat cock, didn’t you?” he asks, not at all offended by the gesture.

As to affirm his words, Summer jerks her other hand down to join the first at his crotch. Growling, she tears at his belt, jerks at the button, yanks the zipper down. One hand then shoots inside, under his clothing. Her delicate fingers encircle his cock, pulling on it eagerly. The semi-hard member quickly grows firmer. She whimpers, the sound a mixture of hunger and satisfaction.

“Definitely what you want,” he smirks, continuing to fondle her breast and watch her squirm beneath him. “You want to suck my cock, don’t you?”

Her lustful gaze meets his. Her fingers tighten as she tugs on his member. “So certain of yourself?”

“I’m always confident,” he answers. “And I know when a beauty such as you wants to suck my fat cock. I know it makes you hot and wet.”

Her tugging grows more urgent. If he only knew what I want. “If you only knew,” she whispers.

His lips come down once more, but not to her lips. This time they fall to her swollen bud atop her lovely breast. His tongue flicks over it and she responds with a surprised gasp. Her back aches even higher, feeding herself to him as her free hand clamps onto the back of his head and presses him to her.

“Take it,” she sighs. “Show me how much you want my lips on that fat cock.”
Michael sucks on her breast, his tongue swirling over the hard nipple while his hand continues to squeeze and mold the mound. After a few minutes, he turns his attentions to the other breast and giving it the same attentions.

“Oh, that’s it,” she pants. Her body squirms, her crotch rubs at his thigh, her fingers jerk at his cock.

Michael pulls back to once more rise up and gaze down upon her. Now Summer’s swollen nipples glisten atop her firm breasts. He leans back down and kisses her, his tongue delving past her lips and into her mouth vigorously. His hand on her breasts squeezes hungrily.

Summer moans into the kiss.

Then Michael is pulling back again and stands up. He guides her up off the couch and to her knees before him. Refusing to release her hold on his cock, Summer hastily helps him drop his pants down around his ankles. Filling his hands with her horns, he uses that grip to lead her to him as he sits back down on the couch.