Sam started kissing me the moment we got into the back of the limo. His lips were soft and warm on mine. His tongue swirled around my lips and across my teeth as he tentatively probed my mouth. When the tips of our tongues touched, I felt a spark as the warm juices between my legs start to flow.

We were like two teenagers in the backseat of a car on prom night. We were all dressed up with only one place left to go. His hands caressed my thighs and squeezed my breasts over the dress. My hand inched up his leg until I felt his hard cock waiting there. My dream was prophetic. His cock was long and hard, pushing against the material of his slacks, like a snake struggling to break free. He moaned as I gripped his cock and began to slowly rub the length of it.

His hand slid between my thighs. I raised my ass off the seat so he could push my dress up to get access to my panties, which were already drenched with my juices. The car filled with my scent. He rubbed my pussy through the thin material and was about to slide his fingers inside me when the car stopped and the driver pushed the intercom to say, “We’re here, sir.”

“Shall we continue this upstairs, Miss Walsh?” he asked.

“I hope you have a fast elevator, Mr. Collins,” I said with a sigh.

“The fastest in the city. Come on.”

* * *

Things happened quickly once we stepped off the elevator directly into Sam’s penthouse apartment. He took my hand and led me to the bedroom, which was larger than my entire apartment.

Sam quickly undressed as I stood back and watched. His body was lean and hard, just like my dream. His cock was long and thick, roped with veins and a bulbous head that I was dying to get in my mouth.

I reached for his cock, but he put his hands on my shoulders to turn me around. He stood behind me to unzip my dress. I shimmied it down over my hips and let if fall to the floor. I wasn’t wearing a bra, just a pair of black lace panties that were so wet now that they needed to be wrung out and hung up to dry.

Sam pressed his lips to my neck and brought his hands around to cup my large tits as I hooked my fingers in the waistband of my panties and pushed them down my legs. My tits were more than a handful; my nipples were large as pink thimbles. Sam bit at my neck. I moaned as he massaged my tits and rolled my nipples between his fingers.

“God, you feel amazing,” he cooed in my ear. “Your tits, your ass. You make me so fucking hard.”

I could feel his cock pressing into the crack of my ass. I wanted him in my ass and in my mouth and in my pussy. I wanted him in every hole, going as deep as he could until I screamed in ecstasy.

“I want your cock inside me,” I said, reaching around to take him in my hand. I milked him as he massaged my tits and nibbled at my neck.

“Show me where you want it,” he said. He slid his hands down from my breasts to my pussy and pulled me back against him. His cock slid between my legs. I felt my pussy lips fold around his shaft. His fingers found my clit. He pulled back my pubes with one hand and dipped his fingers between my folds to lubricate them, then massaged my clit until I was a breath away from cumming.

“I want you in my pussy first,” I said, turning my head to the side so he could kiss me. “God, my pussy is burning for you.”

“Bend forward,” he said, putting his hands on my back. I put my elbows on the bed and leaned on them, leaving my legs straight so my ass and cunt was open to him. He put his hands on my hips and stepped closer until the round head of his cock was at my pussy hole. He held it with his hand to swirl it around my juices, then guided the head into my hole and put his hands on my hips again to pull me to him.

“Fuck me… Sam…” I said as I felt his cock invade my pussy hole. As in my dream, my lips suctioned around the shaft, stretching just enough to let him slide inside.

He started slowly sliding in and out, filling me to the point of full. The head of his cock hit my cervix and I literally felt him in my throat. I sucked in gusts of air and breathed through the pressure, then sighed happily as the pleasure kicked into high gear.

My pussy was on fire, gushing hot juices over his cock as he slid it in and out. The friction of his girth rubbing against my tight walls started the hot lava bubbling inside me. With every long stroke, I could feel the orgasm building, rising, getting ready to explode all over him.

“Faster… Sam…” I moaned. “Harder… harder…”

I heard him panting as his strokes got faster and deeper. I felt the tip of his finger probe my asshole, which was lubed with the juices we were concocting. As his cock continued pounding my pussy, he shoved the finger in my ass up to the first joint, then the second, then up to the knuckle. He matched the stroke of his finger to that of his cock, driving me completely over the fucking moon.

“I’m… cumming… oh… god… Sam… cumming… cumming…”

Sam’s fingertips dug into my hips. “Cumming… too…”

He slammed into me so hard that I could feel his balls slapping against my clit. When he came, he pushed inside me as far as he could and stiffened like a board. As his milky hot seed filled my cunt, I curled my toes and moaned as orgasm after orgasm shuddered through my body.

I pushed up onto my arms so by big tits could flounce beneath me. With his cock buried deep inside me, Sam leaned forward to grab my tits and squeezed my nipples until I begged for more.

* * *

When the daylight drifting through the wall of windows in Sam’s bedroom woke me up, I rolled over to find him not there. I was alarmed for just a second, then I heard him coming down the hall. By the time I propped up on the pillows and pulled the sheet over my naked breasts, he came through the door carrying a tray with two cups of coffee and what looked like several kinds of Danish. Sam was still naked. His long cock dangled between his legs as he walked. The sight of it made me smile.

“Good morning,” he said brightly. “I thought you might need sustenance after last night.” He was right. We had made love for what seemed like hours, exploring every inch of each other’s bodies, inside and out. I think we fell asleep around three or four and I’d slept like a rock.

He set the tray on the bed next to me, then crawled onto the bed to sit Indian style. He picked up one of the coffee cups and a Danish. He tore off a chunk with his teeth and gave me a smile.

“Sleep well?” he asked.

“Very well,” I said. “You?”

“Like a baby,” he said. He sipped the coffee as he eyed me. “You okay this morning? I mean, no regrets?”

“None,” I said, brushing back the hair from my eyes as I picked up the coffee cup to take a careful sip. “What about you? Any regrets?”

“None,” he said. “I am a very happy, very content man.”

I eyed him warily. I had never spent the night fucking my boss before and I was a little unsure of the protocol for the morning after. I decided a little small talk would be better than just asking him where we went from here.

“Are you not usually a very happy, very content man?”

He frowned at the question. “You know, it’s not something I think about that often.”

“You don’t think about whether you’re happy or not?”

“No, but maybe I should start.” His face took on a pensive look.

“Sam, what’s wrong?”

He stared at me for a long moment, until his gaze started to make me uncomfortable. Quietly, he said, “Do you want to see me again? I mean… like this?”

“Yes, I’d love to,” I said, not fully understanding his question. “Do you want to see me again?”

“Yes, I do,” he said, holding out his hand for me to hold. “We have to keep things quiet for now. I don’t want Phyllis in my ear screaming about sleeping with associates.”

“Is that all this is?” I asked. “You sleeping with an associate?”

“I won’t lie,” he said. “At first maybe, but now…” He looked away and blew out a long breath. When he spoke next, his voice was low and filled with emotion.

He said, “My best friend Barry is quitting the firm because he says the pressure is killing him. He’s pondered suicide, battled depression for years. I had no idea how bad it was until he called me last night to say he’s quitting.”

“I’m sorry to hear that,” I said. I frowned at the tears in his eyes. There was much more to this than Barry quitting the firm. I squeezed his hand, forcing him to look at me. “Sam, what is it? What’s wrong?”

“I think I wanna quit, too,” he said with a sigh. He rubbed his eyes and shook his head. “I mean, not today and maybe not tomorrow, but at some point, I have to get out and see what life has to offer.”

I listened quietly, then asked, “Why have you never been married?”

He didn’t hesitate to answer. “I think I’ve been waiting twenty years for a woman who I now know will never have me,” he sighed. “Please, don’t think this has anything to do with you. This is not rebound sex. My relationship with this woman never went to the place where we even considered spending our lives together. Now, it’s just sad that I realize that I could have had someone years ago if I hadn’t been hoping for something more with her.”

“Is it Phyllis?” I asked. “I mean, it’s none of my business, but I look a lot like her. If this is just you fucking Phyllis through me…”

He smiled. “No, please don’t even go there. There is no Phyllis and me. Right now, there’s only you and me. And if you’re up for the challenge, I would love to see where this goes.”

“I am more than up for the challenge,” I said, setting the coffee cup on the tray and pushing it aside. I came out from under the covers and crawled toward him. He stretched out his legs and spread them so I could get to his cock. I put my hands around the shaft and after a tug or two, his cock grew long and hard in my hand. The head blossomed like a crimson mushroom.

“Now, it’s my turn to teach you something, Mr. Collins,” I said as I swirled my tongue around the underside of the head while my hand slowly milked the shaft.

He closed his eyes and exhaled. “What are you going to teach me, Miss Walsh?”

“I’m going to teach you how a morning blowjob is the best way to start your day.”

I spread my lips just enough to let his cock slide inside my mouth. Sam leaned his head back and moaned. I knew this wasn’t going to take long. My hand worked the shaft up and down as I sucked on the head and licked the tender underside where the shaft met the slit. When I pressed my lips tight around the shaft and took him deep in my throat a couple of times, Sam’s entire body tensed and started to shake.

“God… I’m cumming…” he moaned.

I milked him faster and then, in a burst that felt like warm milk shooting through a firehose, he filled my mouth with his milky seed. I pulled my mouth away and pumped him with my hand. Long ropes of white goo shot in the air and landed on my hand and his stomach. I kept pumping until he had nothing more to give, then licked him clean like a mama cat cleaning her kitten.

“You are amazing,” he said as he tried to catch his breath. “I think Barry is right. It’s time I started appreciating the finer things in life.”

“Like a morning blowjob?” I asked, glancing up at him with his cock deflating against my lips.

“Like a morning blowjob,” he said with a smile. “And the amazing woman kind enough to give me one.”