Because once she did, she sucked me in harder than her milkmaid’s hand. “Gimme, gimme, gimme,” she would say rushing me to her and stripping me from the waist down. Sitting me down on a soaking towel, she would jump on my lap and have her way with me. With her petite body on my lap, she straddled my cock showing me new videos she discovered.
“Hey, check these out,” she said bouncing with excitement on my lap. “They get these girls to wrestle in bikinis and then the winner fucks the loser. How cool is that?”
With one hand, she rubbed her clitoris and the other squeezed on the shaft of my cock. She did not use her squeezing hand to get me off necessarily, it was more of barometer as to how intense she was feeling. The hotter she got the harder she squeezed. When I formed any amount of precum, she took it on her finger and opened mouth, dripped it onto her tongue like honey. Clarissa’s free flowing pussy would soak my scrotum. While we watched her choice of videos we would comment back and forth on the things we liked. Laughed at things we though were funny. And at times we discussed non-sequitur topics.
She had no limits. Over time we’d gotten to know each other very well at my workstation and she was always a constant surprise. Some of her favorites were sex machines, which she hinted several times at wishing she had one. And she loved transsexuals. The idea of a woman with a penis, a large penis always drove her over the edge.
On my lap, she would live out her transsexual fantasies. She scooped handfuls of her cream to soak and stroke my throbbing cock. I could never differentiate if she wished I were a transsexual or if she thought of my cock as part of her body. My hands would roam her petite smooth body enjoying her tight size. When she leaned back against me, my chin would rest on top of her head. Smelling and kissing her hair, I would pinch the tiny brown nipples on her barely existent breasts, sending shudders through both of our bodies. With both hands barely around my penis, she stroked up and down mimicking the girls on screen wishing my cock were hers. In a total loss of sexual control, she couldn’t help but rub her little pencil eraser sized clitoris against my penis. Someday, this girl will blow my genitals off. As soon as she reached her limit she deeply mounted me and then changed the video to a girl getting fucked by a transsexual. She placed her feet on my knees and savagely bounced up and down. Don’t get us wrong, it’s not that we do not enjoy her milkmaid hand technique, but sometimes, it’s just about getting off quickly. It was fun to watch her choice in videos as she humped herself away on my lap. As we had done many times before, we orgasmed together making a creamy mess of each other.
Her mother, Christina and I used to have the same kind of sex at my workstation, but it slowly turned to work. She told me that she had made some attempts at college, but with working and raising her daughter, she was unable to keep up the schedule. I suppose it’s fate that brought us all together because she told me that she knew some basic HTML. She took the time to use my books and workstation to learn even more and was later able to apply it. Before I knew it, she became a co-worker of sorts, a very competent co-worker. She quit her job at the diner and started working with me full time. One would think that we would mix work and sex, but to my surprise, she was very focused.