Stepdad Assistant. Part 3

I told him I was bored and lonely and worried about my poor, sweet boyfriend and his injured ankle. I thought maybe a blowjob would help and told him all about how I’d wrap my lips around his tip, giving him a hard, slow suck as I looked into his eyes and fluttered my lashes. That always drove him crazy, and today was no exception to the rule.

I could tell he was getting excited, which meant he had his hand down his pants stroking that thick beer can of a cock I loved so much. I tried to tell myself that this was only for his benefit, but the truth was that I was getting horny, too. Really horny. My pussy was soaking wet, and I could feel my panties clinging to me beneath my skirt. It was getting uncomfortable, and every pulse of my heart brought a similar one to my aching clit.

I glanced again at the doors. My stepfather was still busy on the phone. Could I really get away with touching myself at my desk?

It was insane. But also hot. I couldn’t resist. I just had