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Susan was a court referral, one of the people sent to our office to work off minor infractions by performing community service. Although she was reasonably friendly and otherwise quite attractive, she always seemed to have a sullen look on her face. Despite this, we had exchanged glances and flirted casually with each other. One day, she brought a file folder to me, sent by one of the other managers in our office.

"Why do you always look so glum?" I asked her.

"I don't want to be here," Susan said. "This is like jail almost. Wouldn't you feel rotten if you had to report to jail every morning?"

It seemed to me that it was my duty to brighten her day in exchange for a little help from her with my problem.

"Well," I said, "how bad a problem is it for you?"

"What do you mean?" Susan asked suspiciously.

"I mean how bad do you want to get out of here," I said. "And that means just what you probably think it means."

She sat down in the chair in front of my desk and looked at me. She crossed her legs and leaned forward to rest her chin on her hand.

"Let me get this right," Susan said. "You're offering to get me out of this public service shit if I do you a favor in exchange?"

"That's a possibility," I told her. "We might be able to shorten the length of service by giving you extra credit."

She tossed her long, dark brown hair back over her shoulder. "And just what kind of favor did you have in mind?" she asked.

"Oh, I'm a strong believer in volunteerism," I said. "You might want to make me an offer that you think would be worthy of an early release from court- required public service."

"Hmmm," Susan said, and looked at me for a long time without saying anything. "Well," she said at last, "how about a blowjob?"

That was certainly one of the problems I could use some help on. I ran my eyes down over her body, looking openly at her swelling breasts, firm and high, at the narrow tuck of her waist and her flaring hips, her long, tan legs. She let me look at her, even turned slightly to one side and took a deep breath to make her tits press outward. She looked me in the eye and ran her tongue over her lips slowly.

"That would be okay with me," I said.

Susan glanced around the office and looked out the door. Nobody was close by.

"Where?" she asked. "Here?"

"I think so," I told her. "Let's discuss this privately." I stood up, walked past her to the door and pushed it shut. It was not unusual for me to have closed door conferences. I didn't think this would take long.

As I turned back around, Susan was waiting for me. She was still seated but had turned the chair towards me. Reaching a hand out to my waist, she stopped me where I was. With her other hand, she stroked along the front of my pants, feeling the large lump that was beginning to swell up inside there.

"Let's see what you've got here," Susan said. She pulled my belt out and popped it free, then slid her fingers into the waist of my pants and unfastened the top button. She grasped the zipper and pulled it down slowly over the growing bulge that pressed out against it. Then, she slid her hand into the slit in my underwear and grasped my dick. I swelled in her hand.

"Ummm," she said. "It feels promising. Let's take a look." She pulled her hand back out and, taking hold of the waistband on either side, she wriggled my underwear down over my hips, until the tip of my cock poked out the top. It was rock hard and straining upward.

"I'd better taste it," Susan says, "to make sure its edible." She leaned forward and, extending her tongue, slowly licked upward on the exposed head of my prick. Then she worked it around the side and between it and my stomach and licked the top of the head.

"So far, so good," she admitted, "but I'm still not sure. Maybe I'd better suck on it a little." Susan pulled outward and downward on the waistband of my underwear, letting my dick jut forward. She lowered her head to meet it and, pursing her pouting lips, pushed them over the head and down onto the shaft of my throbbing cock. It felt wonderful, as it always does.

Susan sucked on the end of my prick while she pulled my pants and underwear over my butt and down on my thighs. Then she brought both of her hands up to grasp it, one hand at the base and one up higher around the shaft. She began to push her head up and down, taking my cock as deep in her mouth as she could and then slowly sliding her mouth up along the shaft until just the head was inside her lips again.

When just the tip of my cock was in her mouth, Susan used her hand to twist around and back on the top part of the shaft, dragging her fingers across the sensitive underside of my prick, using the wetness of her saliva to lubricate it so that her slick fingers slid sensuously over the skin. Her tongue slid back and forth under the head of my dick.

Then she would slowly push her mouth down over the shaft, taking it deeper and deeper into her mouth, sucking on it and sliding her tongue along the underside, until I could feel the swelling head of my cock push into the narrow back part of her throat. When it was all the way in there, with her lips almost to the base of my dick and reaching out to try to get more of me in her mouth, she would moan against my cock, making her throat vibrate around me and sending an electric charge deep into my throbbing balls.

I had leaned back against the wall to prop myself up. Susan was leaning forward in the chair, her legs spread outside mine to get closer. Looking down into her blouse, I could see her tits enfolded in a white lace bra. I unfastened the top button and slid my hand inside her blouse, cupping a tit, squeezing it, taking the nipple in my fingertips through the bra and pinching it. Susan seemed to like what I was doing, as she thrust her chest forward, pressing her tit into my hand. Meanwhile, her head continued to work up and down on my cock.

I pushed my fingers down inside her bra cup to get my hand on her naked breast. I pushed my hand deep inside so that I could hold her tit in my hand and feel it swell against my palm. Turning my attention to her nipple again, I pulled on the hardening tip, twisting it back and forth. Susan gave a little extra moan deep in her throat and pulled her head off my cock, but still held it in her hands.

"This is a little awkward," she said. "Why don't you sit behind your desk?"

"Okay," I said, willing to follow her warm, sucking mouth anywhere. Susan stood and, pulling me by my stiff prick, led me around the desk where she turned my back to the chair and made me sit down. All the time, her hand continued to pull on my cock, jacking up and down on it. She knelt down in front of me and put my dick back into her mouth. I slid my hand into her blouse again.

"Don't you want to take your blouse off?" I asked. Susan didn't answer directly. Instead, raising up slightly so that she could continue to bob her head up and down on my cock, she moved her hands to the front of her blouse and quickly unbuttoned it so that the two sides hung loose. Then she reached up behind her back under her blouse and unfastened the catch on her bra. Bringing her hands back to the front, she grabbed the bottom edge of the bra, which now hung loose, and raised it up to bare her tits. I could see her nipples standing out hard from her firm, young breasts. They hadn't sagged at all when she pulled the bra away.

I lowered my hands and rubbed both of her luscious tits, stroking and cupping them and toying with the nipples. Susan had brought a hand back up to my cock and was once again jacking me off into her mouth. I was humping my dick up into her mouth with little pushes of my groin. With her other hand, she had slid her skirt up her thighs so she could get her hand under it and onto her pussy. I couldn't see her fingers, but I could tell that she was playing with her clit, rolling her wrist around and around in the same rhythm as her sucking mouth and pumping hand.

Suddenly, Susan sat back on her heels. She looked up at me thoughtfully, while continuing to massage my swelling prick with her hands. She looked off in space, thinking, then looked me in the eye.

"Do you want more?" she asked.

"What did you have in mind?"

She looked at the closed door. "Is anyone gonna come in?"

"Naw," I said. "That shut door means Do Not Disturb."

Susan pushed her chest forward so that my prick slid between her tits. She rubbed up and down, cradling my cock between them, trapping it between my body and hers.

"Then I've got a special treat, if you want it. How would you like to fuck me in the ass?"

"Up the back road? I'd love to!" That was one of my favorite diversions.

"Come on," Susan said. "You've got me all worked up, and now I've got to have it. I'd like it in my pussy, but that's reserved for my boyfriend."

She stood up and, taking my hand, walked me over to the desk. She picked up her purse from where she had set it down and rummaged through it. "Aha!" she said, holding up a travel size tube of Vaseline, "I knew I had this in here somewhere."