"Eat my pussy," Olivia growled. "Eat it."
She grabbed Melvin's hair and forced his face into her crotch. Melvin's nose banged into the mound just above her slit, making Olivia moan above him, her nails digging harder into his scalp. His glasses tilted on his nose, and Melvin scrambled to pull them off and push them to safety before anything got out of hand. He made a mental note to remember where he left them.
Melvin had never given a woman oral sex before and wasn't sure where to start. Well, he might as well learn now. What if Courtney ever wanted him to perform oral on her? He began to lick around Olivia's pussy lips, tasting the salty and tangy fluids that had began to seep there. Surprisingly, he found it didn't taste half bad; in fact, he kinda liked it.
He tried slipping his tongue past the lips and into Olivia's moist love canal. She was so hot there, he could feel the warmth on his face. This drew an intake of breath from Olivia above him. He began to orchestrate his head back and forth, forcing his tongue in and out of her in rhythm.
Remembering that women were supposedly very sensitive on their clitoris, he lifted one hand to the mound above her slit and roamed with his fingers until he found a small, hard object that seemed to be jutting up from the area around it.
"Oh yeah, Melvin. Lick my whore's cunt. Lap up that nasty slut syrup I'm brewing for you," Olivia mumbled, lost in a nonsensical ramble of dirty talk. Slut syrup? Melvin tried not to listen to her. He took her clit and rolled it between two fingers, applying pressure but not enough to cause pain... or so he hoped.
"Oh, there it is! You found it! Eureka! That's clit gold! Mine that shit for cum now, you fucking pleasure detective," Olivia continued her sexual discourse.
Sweat began to form on Melvin's brow, and he had trouble concentrating with the insane banter coming above him. She was worse than listening to director's commentary during the hottest scene in one's favorite porno. He exchanged his mouth and hand, so he could gingerly suck on Olivia's clit and rub it with his tongue while he slipped two fingers into her dripping pussy.
"Goddammit fuck shitter titty ass suck!" Olivia moaned, her nails digging so hard into Melvin's scalp that he was afraid she might start drawing blood. Abruptly, her hands became claws, gripping clumps of his hair, and she yanked him up with a hard pull.
"Yeow!" Melvin cried as he was lifted from his knees. Hot tears sprang into his eyes. Olivia stuck out her bottom lip and wiped away one of his tears with a finger. She then sucked the tear off the tip of it.
"Sorry, didn't mean to hurt you, but it's time to fuck mama now," she said and pushed him into her leather desk chair. Melvin fell into it, all balance lost, flailing his arms. He hit it with a grunt, and before he could get himself situated, Olivia jumped on top of him, expelling any air left in Melvin's lungs.
Her hands tore away buttons, peeled off his shirt, and scrambled to unbuckle Melvin's pants. The crotch jutted up in a ridiculous mockery of an equilateral triangle, his erection struggling to be set free; Olivia's aggression, her desperate want of him, made Melvin want her back. And the fact it was his evil, hated and very hot boss he was about to screw didn't hurt either. Olivia had him naked in moments.
She hovered over his hard cock for a moment, a trail of wetness actually dripping down the side of one leg and then plunged herself onto him by dropping all of her weight on his cock, a loud gasp issuing from both of them. Melvin's hands gripped her breasts, rubbing them, squeezing, and he pulled the top of the lingerie down to expose their nakedness to his mouth.
Melvin couldn't remember the last time he'd had sex. It had been with his wife, so at least two years ago, and it had not been much more than her limp on the bed, waiting for him to end his clumsy thrusting and eventually dribble his seed into her. The last time he'd experienced the sheer excitement and wild nature of intercourse... well, he didn't think he'd ever experienced it before now.