Although the aroma may be slightly different, depending on where you put your nose.

I know they're not every man's cup of tea but wake up and smell the coffee.

Ate too much, drank immoderately and overshared. A wonderful night.

Sandra had deliberately replicated her signature technique, knowing she was watching. Their game with him was so far beyond his comprehension. Although in a few moments he would become all too aware of the rules of their engagement.
Waiting for the point at which he finally ejaculated.

Firmly gripping the shaft she worked her lips and tongue repeatedly up and down. She stopped, looked at his closed eyes, evident abandonment from the posture of his head. Her tongue now softly teasing spiral rasps around the rim to its orifice. As she did so, he recalled the orgasm in the car park

Sandra took control, holding his hardness. He clenched to prevent himself from spasms of ecstasy, he didn't want this to stop. Leading him with a firm grip she tugged him firmly back to the chair.
"Sit."
He obeyed, he liked being dominated. He smiled at her as she once more took him in her mouth.

Didn't quite work out as I'd hoped.

Watching, listening to their breaths, she waited on the verge of her own fulfilment of desire. Just as he was about to let the wave of excitement focus in his loins, Sandra, thrust against him pushing his shoulder with swift hands. He tried to stay within her, her hands now grabbed him. He groaned

Each time it brushed her clitoris he felt her tense, holding her breath, when he thought she was at the point of not return he prised the tip between her slipperiness and deep into her. Holding her as he slowly withdrew. Each slow stroke making her bite her lip, until finally he increased the pace.

She stood and as she did so he eased down her tights, lapping at her labia before pushing her back onto the desk. Her buttocks on the keyboard his lifted her thighs opening her cunt with his eager fingers. She quivered on the edge of another orgasm. He teased her with the head of his cock siding up

He flinched as she squeezed, then traced the turgid vein base to rim of head, draping the rim with warm soft liquidly delicate presses of her tongue. He gasped, her expertise engulfed him in tingling ripples of pleasure. He clenched his buttocks and pushed back her head.
"Let me fuck you."

His arms held by Sandra's thighs, he caressed her breasts with his lips until she recovered enough to move. As she stood he grabbed her by the waist kissed her secretion streaked cunt through the stretched nylon of her tights. Sandra dropped to her knees, pushing his legs apart, cupped his balls.

On her phone, she watched as she allowed her fingers to slide within the lacy confined of her panties. She was thrilled by the way he had submitted to the unsubtle directness of Sandra's seduction. Sandra orgasmed, he was crushed by her crumpled form twitching and convulsing with waves of pleasure.

He wanted to resist but as he lifted his arms to push her away, the weight of Sandra pushed him back. His hands cupped her buttocks involuntarily just before he caught her scent and wet cunt. Sandra ground his face with her nylon covered crotch, she moaned as his hands pressed her buttocks apart.

I don't need anyone to wet mine.😜

The phone rang on her desk. Sandra picked it up.
"Yes, okay. Are you on line now?"
"You know I am, let me watch ."
Sandra placed the phone back on the cradle.
Then set her phone on the desk.
"What's going on?" He asked. Sandra pushed him back in the chair, grabbed his cock and straddled his chest.

He noticed the shaved bulge of her pussy lips through the sheer tights, his cock wavered between embarrassed detumescence and turgid thrusting arousal. Sandra had lifted of her top allowing her full bosom to appear in all its glory.
"I don't get it." he said.
"You will." She leant over him.

Sandra entered the office. He looked around, startled and trying to find something to cover his obvious arousal.
"She's gone home."
"What?"
"Working from home."
"But?"
"This looks like sexual harassment to me."
"Er, no, hang on..."
Sandra let her skirt slip to the floor, then moved to wards him.

Sandra asked him to wait in her office. A wave of excitement overwhelming him as he sat waiting, anticipating her imminent arrival.

Sandra emailed her. " He's waiting."
"Okay."
She sent the email.
"On my way, be naked and hard, I want you, there in ten."
He stripped quickly admiring his stiffness.