Max had not followed her as she dragged the chair to the back of the room. He had a good idea what was about to happen. When she bent over at the waist beside him her front clasp bra was undone and her tits were dangling inches from his face. She pulled his face into her cleavage. Max knew what to do from there and he lightly kissed each nipple and pulled them tenderly between his lips and flicked them with his tongue.
While Max was molesting her tits, she dropped a hand onto his thigh and felt the huge cock beneath his pants surge up against it. She gripped the bulge through the material of Max’s pants. Her first thought was that he had a stuffed sock or something hanging down his leg. If it was a fake, it was a very good one. While Max sucked on her tits, Miss Anders unzipped his pants and reached inside. She found the slot in his boxer shorts and reached in. Her jaw fell open when she wrapped her hand around the base of his cock. She tried to pull it out but it was too long and too hard and in spite of the amount of pulling, she couldn’t get it out.
Max dropped a tit from his mouth and looked down. He said, “You can’t get it out like that when it’s hard like this.” He stepped out his desk chair and stood up. She stood up to see what he was going to do. Max’s heart was pounding like a base-drum in his chest. He unbuckled his pants and pushed them down to his knees.
Miss Anders just muttered, “Holy Shit, Max. It’s huge. Have you ever fucked anyone with that?”
Max smiled at her and said, “Sure, lots of girls and women.” He could see that she was contemplating her next move. He could almost read her mind as she stared down at the head of his cock below his boxer shorts bouncing up and down.
Miss Anders was contemplating whether she could do anything with Max’s huge cock. She had never seen anything like it. She was a frequent viewer of internet pornography and she had seen monster cocks like this but she always wondered if they weren’t just big dildos held up to the guys crotch. She thought, ‘Well, I’ve gone this far. Nothing ventured, nothing gained.’
Max glanced at the wall clock and it read 2:15. He was conscious of his ‘appointment’ with Meghan so he had to move things along here. He pushed his shorts down and a look of sheer relief washed across his face as his cock sprang free in front of him. He ran his hand down the shaft a few times.
Miss Anders never took her eyes off it. Max figured she had brought her chair to the back of the room for him to sit down in, so he turned and walked to the back of the room and sat down in it. Miss Anders followed him as she stripped off her blouse and bra. By the time Max had sat his butt down on the chair, Miss Anders had her tight skirt unzipped and on the floor. Max watched her step out of her skirt. She was wearing a garter belt and stockings. Max was stunned to see that she had no panties on.
Miss Anders knelt down on the floor in front of him and wrapped both hands around the shaft of Max’s cock. Her fingers didn’t touch and her hands were separated by more than an inch. “Jesus Christ, Max. Unbelievable.” Max looked down over the top of his cock at her pretty face. Her eyes were as big as saucers and she was licking her lips.