Some men like to hold a girls head while she works his piece, but as any woman will have taken as much as she can by just putting me in her mouth I don't bother.

I leant against the wall and admired her pretty face pumping away at my manhood, small squirts of my juice mixed with her juice and saliva escaping foamily out of the sides of her mouth and down onto her chin, onto her by now bare breasts and onto the soaked waistband of her skirt. The same mixture lubricated my shaft, along which the pumped her delicate manicured fist, urging the final act onwards.

Her big brown eyes looked drowsily up at me, she was transported by the sensation of my massive member pulsating in her mouth and the thick sinewy love muscle in her hand.

That look sent me over the edge and the first pulse of creamy white seamen snaked quickly through my cock and into her mouth, inflating her cheeks and choking her low guttral moan as she came yet again.

The second followed quickly and more forcefully as its path had been opened up by the first. I could feel it build up silkily in her mouth and slide deliciously over her tounge and my bell end.

The third jet finally loosened her lips beyond endurance and my member flicked out of its mooring, sending large blobs of juice all over her face, boobs and silk shirt.

Then my volcanic ejections pumped purposefully over her whole body as she squealed with pleasure and ecstacy, still pumping away with her free hand as the other kneeded her squelching loins urgently bringing forth one last final shuddering orgasm as I finally reeled back, falling to my knees, the last spurts arcing onto her hand and groin.

She to collapsed to the floor and we both lay there in the afterglow for an age, only the heavy gasps for air breaking the silence in the now deserted office building....