Paul & Jane Part 2

Tracy almost leapt from the chair and wrapped her arms around Paul. Her breasts were an erotic pressure on his chest. Her whiskers tickled him as her lips and tongue met his own. He could feel her pawing at his very stiff dick through his pants, and he loved it. Paul held her head against his tightly, reveling in his first meeting with new lips and a new tongue in years. His hand on her ass ground her crotch against his, and even with her hand between them he groaned.

Then her other hand started fumbling with his zipper, and he said, "No." Her surprise and disappointment were almost tangible, but Paul looked into her eyes and continued, "Some things must come first."

Paul pushed her back down into his desk chair, then reached for the fastening of her zipper as she had reached for his. With a few short tugs, her very professional skirt was around her very professional ankles, and Paul was staring at a pair of red lace panties, very unprofessionally damp. He touched the damp spot with a finger and applied just enough pressure to make Tracy wriggle. "Thanks for giving me those five minutes."

The bear got down on his knees in front of the aroused cat. One finger pulled aside the damp crotch of her panties, revealing a beautifully natural pussy. "Please..." moaned Tracy, before Paul realized that he’d been staring and not doing. Without further hesitation, he pulled her legs forward over his shoulders and covered her pussy with his mouth.

For a moment, the smell overwhelmed him. Incredibly erotic, the aroma of a woman’s pussy during arousal never failed to make Paul stiffer than an accountant. Clearing his mind for the task at hand, he shift upward faintly and began teasing Tracy’s clitoris with his tongue. Patience was key - he moved slowly and lightly, until she strained for more. Occasionally, he licked almost so lightly that she whimpered. Then he gave her one intense lick before returning to his tease.

It made Paul so horny that he couldn’t help himself. He slipped one hand into his pants and caressed his cock, which twitched and longed for a release. He wondered if she could tell, but she soon answered that question: She murmured, "Are you touching yourself? God, that is so hot," following it with louder and faster moans.

Soon, she was thrusting her clit into his face nearly every second, moaning and purring constantly. Paul looked up and saw that she had undone another button on her shirt and pulled down the cups of her bra. She was furiously rubbing one of her nipples with one hand. Tracy’s other arm disappeared behind her arched back. Paul was curious where it was going until he looked down and saw her erotically kneading her asshole through her panties.

Paul took a deep lick from the bottom of her pussy to the top. God, she tasted good. He took a finger and rubbed it gently around the entrance. Not letting up with his tongue, he waited until his finger was soaking wet, then pushed it slowly into Tracy. She responded with a single, extended moan that didn’t stop except when she needed a breath.

His finger in up to the knuckle, Paul began slowly kneading at where her g-spot must be. The reaction was fantastic: Tracy thrust herself onto his finger and into his mouth wildly. Paul felt like he couldn’t lick hard enough for her, and he had no idea where she found the strength or leverage to press her pussy against him. He had no idea how long it was before she arched once strongly, emitted a high, thin moan, then, collapsed into the chair, sweaty and catching her breath.