Maggie’s Slutty Reality Ch. 8.2

I couldn’t see the man as he was being blocked by the stuffed animals over me, all I could make out was him getting down on his knees as he made his way kissing his way up the inside of her legs from the sound of it. I then saw him reach up and grab her panties from both sides and pull them down roughly until he tossed them over in my direction. They must have been close or the smell strong because I could smell her arousal off of them and I almost instinctively licked my lips and the thought of tasting her myself. I could feel myself getting wet at the thought, but sadly couldn’t do anything about it because with any move, I feared my cover would fall off exposing me.

“That’s a good boy, mmmm, just like you did last week, you are getting so good at this,” I heard Mrs. Platt moan to her lover as he was obviously eating her pussy like a pro.

I couldn’t help but watch as he wrapped his arms around her legs, bring her in closer so he could delve deeper between her legs eating like a man that had been starved. Sounds of moans filling the room and the unmistakable scent of her arousal growing stronger to the point that it was almost intoxicating.

“Mmm, yes! Yes! There, right there!”

I watched as her back arched and she laid completely flat on the desk, her legs up over his shoulders and I could only imagine if I had looked the same when I was in Jon’s office, laying on my back and him doing the same. Her hands reached down, grabbing his head and her legs wrapped around his back and I worried that she was about to suffocate him.

“Jesus!” her back arched as she cried out and then she suddenly laid flat again gasping for air.

I was as she twitched every so often as her mystery lover kept licking at her now obviously sensitive pussy. I know I get more and more sensitive after I cum, so I could only imagine what it was like for someone more…mature.

“Someone must have really wanted their reward, well you know what to do, strip for me.”

Oh my god, she was really going to make him strip right here, where anyone could walk in and catch them. I smirked and thought to myself that I really had no place to talk since I had just done that to myself. Quickly Mrs. Platt sat up on the desk, almost renewed at the scene that was about to unfold in front of her and almost as if I willed it, he walked a step closer in my view from the neck down at least to watch this man slowly begin unbuttoning his shirt and slip it off, revealing a strong sculpted chest and then kick off his shoes, undo his pants and let them drop to the floor. Her leg was in the way and I almost whined in frustration, it was bad enough that I was horny and I couldn’t move but at the very least I wanted to now enjoy the show if anything.

Mrs. Platt quickly got off of the desk and got behind her lover, he turned around and now I got a good luck as his magnificent ass which didn’t last as long as I hoped as he was pushed onto the desk, “that’s a good boy, Brian.”

Holy shit, it was my high school crush Brian, Captain of the football team, guy I pined over for the longest time, the guy I would picture in my fantasies and here he was, completely naked in front of me. I couldn’t help but look down, it was even bigger than I could have imagined, standing up thick and straight between his legs and I would have done anything at the moment to have it all to myself.

“Mmmm, is my good little boy that turned on,” she said leaning over and teasing him with her fingers.

“Yes ma’am,” he said obediently.

I had never seen this side of him before, he was so over the top around other people, always the alpha type, always pushing people around and being the center of attention. Now here he was, more like a puppy than the lion of a man I thought he was.

“Now, no cumming till I say so,” I watched as she kissed the tip of his cock and then slowly let it enter in her mouth, she was only able to take about half and I inwardly scoffed thinking that I could have done a way better job.

I wanted to touch myself so badly, but as I tried to move my arm to get my hand closer, I could feel the plushies start to shift and immediately froze, worried that any movement was about expose me. My hand was so close, but may have been held over my head or behind my back unable to touch myself. This was the worst cruelty imaginable, being so turned on and yet unable to get any satisfaction what so ever and this was the guy I dreamed about for years and never even really talked to. But here was this lady, old enough to be his mom, sucking at his cock. I watched as her head bobbed up and down, her eyes looking intently into his, the look of pleasure on his face and concern in his brow. I could almost feel that he was holding on for dear life not to cum, like he was ordered.

“Please ma’am, I’m not sure how much longer I can hold back.”

With those words she stopped sucking on his cock, holding it firmly in her hand, so tightly that I could almost see the head starting to bulge from the pressure.

“That’s a good boy, thank you for being honest,” she let go of his massive dick and began undoing her dress.