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anticipation.
    Brayden
Forman wants me to lick his dick.
    She almost laughed and then almost came,
all at once.
    This
is insane.   You shouldn’t be doing
this.   This is so wrong on so many
levels.
    This
isn’t what you came to the city to do.   Is it?
    Lanie’s brain was so packed with wildly
divergent thoughts and competing emotions, she just ignored most of it.
    Besides, she’d already had her chance to
tell him no, and she’d decided to take him up on his offer.
    You
wanted this, Lanie.   There’s just no
way around it now.   And no turning back .
    Leaning forward, she breathed onto his
cock as her hand slid up and down on the head of his dick.   She stuck out her tongue, hesitantly at
first, and licked his shaft.   He tasted
smooth and clean and good.
    What
if someone comes into the office right now?
    What
will you do?
    She tried not to worry about that.   Brayden had more to lose from such a
discovery, and she trusted that he would know how to handle it.
    He’s
probably done this before.
    That thought made her pause momentarily,
but once again—Brayden hadn’t portrayed himself as anything but what he
was.
    She knew that he didn’t love her.
    He simply wanted her, and she wanted him
back.
    Who better to learn about sex from, than
a hot, sexy and powerful guy like Brayden?  
    Lanie licked up and down his shaft, and
then when she’d gotten it sufficiently wet and glistening with her saliva, she
stroked it more quickly.
    “Oh, fuck,” Brayden said, and she watched as his hands gripped the armrests of his chair tightly.
    That gave her some encouragement.   He was clearly enjoying himself.
    “Is this good?” she asked softly.   Her one hand stroked his cock up and
down as it stood stiffly, dripping some pre-cum from its head.   As she stroked it, she cupped his balls
with her other hand as he’d told her to do.   “And this?” she continued.
    Now, there was almost a foamy appearance
on his shaft as her saliva mixed with the pre-cum and glazed his increasingly
hard, swollen member.
    “That’s…ridiculously good …”
he groaned, shifting in his seat.   “Damn.”
    Encouraged, she redoubled her
efforts.   “And now?”
    “Now,” he breathed, closing his eyes
momentarily, “you suck on the head.   Just a little bit.   Take… take your time.”
    She did exactly as he directed.   Using her hand to angle his member
towards her mouth, she stared directly at the head of his swelling penis.   It was slick and throbbing in her hand
and she wanted it in her mouth.
    She opened wide and contracted her lips
over the head, as Brayden let out a low moan that told her she’d done it
correctly.
    This
is kind of fun .
    “Use your tongue as you put your mouth on
it,” he said.
    She swirled her tongue over his cock’s
head like her tongue was a paintbrush and his cock was a bannister top that she
was painting.   The technique seemed
to work, as she felt his muscular legs tense and his breathing quicken.
    “Now,” he said, his voice low and slightly
shaky with desire.   “Take me in
deeper, Lanie.”
    This was a bit scary, but she was
emboldened by her successful entrée.   Lanie opened wider and tried to take his thick pole into her mouth more
and more.
    It wasn’t easy.   As he began pressing deeper into her
mouth, she felt a pang of anxiety, like she might gag on his thickness.
    She backed away, leaving a trail of
saliva as she retreated from his member.
    “I’m sorry,” she gasped.
    “That was fine,” he told her.   “Stroke me quickly now.”
    She was finally getting her bearings
after panicking, and she grasped his wet, slick cock and tugged on it quickly,
making sure to keep her grip relatively loose, as he’d initially instructed.
    Her hand made sloppy squirting sounds as
she stroked him more intensely.
    “That’s very, very good,” he growled,
leaning forward, as if in pain, his face a mask of concentration.
    “Are you okay?   Is this hurting?”
    He shook his head,