IRE Scoville Scale: Tastefully Wicked










From all outward appearances, Tammy and John relationship tarried on. Tammy went about her office duties while John handled his cases however, to no ones knowledge; their workplace flirtations were ever present. Within weeks, John’s flow of women ceased completely. And within two months that followed, his extended lunch dates were now consumed with trial preparation that required Tammy’s undivided attention. Their late evening rendezvous soon spilled over into cozy dinners and weekend ‘sleepovers’.

There were no declarations of undying love between them but there was a deep mutual understanding. An understanding, that whatever the other needed they would readily supply. It wasn’t as just sex that held either’s attention. John couldn’t lump her into the category with the rest of his dimwit conquest nor could she confuse his manliness with the narcissism that’s normally coupled with a man in his position. No, John was a generous lover inside and outside of the bedroom. Her every desired, fulfilled. Her every wish, granted without her uttering a word. And with Tammy, John didn’t have a want in the world.

When he walked into the office that morning, it had been only hours since he’d return from a week long conference in Los Angeles. He acknowledged her with little more than a sly wink and spent most of the day behind closed doors. With the workday drawing to a close, the last thing Tammy expected to hear was John summoning her to his office. “Ms. Jones, please step into my office.” he said over the intercom. She entered his office finding him seated casually on the sofa; she closed and locked the door behind her. They exchanged gently smiles.

“Yes sir. How may I help you.” She asked dryly, standing in place.

“Are you going to come here or do I have to come and get you?” he smirked. She hoofed and walked towards him. “Are there people in the office?”

“No one is here except the cleaning service.” She straddled his lap. He slowly began unbuttoning her blouse. “Why, what do you have on your mind?”

“Please, you know exactly what’s on my mind.” he kissed the tops of her breast,” She tried to conceal a grin but he was on to her. “I knew that would make you happy.

“Considering you returned on a red-eye, I didn’t think I’d see you until tomorrow.”

“Do you really think I’d go an entire day with spending some quiet time with you?”
You know me better than that.” He brought her lips to his, kissing her as she removed his tie and shirt. She reached for his pants; the intensity of his kiss left her so aroused she couldn’t get them off fast enough. He stopped her hands in motion. “No, take your clothes off for me.”

Standing, he watched Tammy remove her garments until she stood before him completely nude. He motioned for her to turn in place, giving him the opportunity to admire her curvaceous physique. “Do you like what you see?” she asked demurely. Without another word, John pulled her to him, lightly kissing her rich brown midriff downward until she moaned impatiently. Making her comfortable on her back, he lowered himself between her legs. Tammy caught a short breath when she felt the heat of his mouth on her pussy lips. Her fingers crept through his hair as his tongue softly brushed her clit and sucked her lips. “Don’t teasing me.”

“Teasing you is the best part.” He said, licking her entrance. She stirred and relaxed again. Locating her erect clit, he used his tongue and lips to suck and massage it gently. Going in circles, up and down, flicking back and forth lightly until he’d set a rhythm, reducing Tammy to a quivering shell of herself. Palm up, he inserted two fingers into her pussy stroking in a “come hither” motion hitting her G-spot while simultaneously stimulating her clit with both fingers and tongue. Her pussy sucked his fingers with each repartition.

“John,” she groaned, gripping his hair, “Oh shit I’m cumming.” Wave after wave of explosive orgasm rolled within her, he braced her thigh apart in an effort to void being clamped in her vice grip while continuing to lick and suck her clit softly until she lay exhausted and sensitive to touch. He reclined beside her, rubbing her legs while she recovered looking as though he was half asleep.

“Don’t even think about it!” she nudged him.

“What?” he replied barely opening his eyes.

“Don’t you dare go to sleep,” she said, straddling him cock and slowly lowering her pussy into it. “It’s been over a week since I’ve had some.” John moaned as she rolled her hips taking long deliberate movements. Fast, fast, fast; slow, slow. Deep, deep, slow, slow, her back arching with each stroke. He gripped her round ass letting her control their pace.

She kissed him passionately as she worked his dick like a pornstar. He captured one of her nipples in his mouth, skillfully sucking it. The sight of him tonguing her juicy tits always got her off. He watched her watching him, he sucked harder and flicking her nipples fast then slow. The sounds her pussy made when she was on the verge of cumming excited him beyond description. Her pussy tightened and relaxed, her breathing quickened followed by his mirrored reaction to her intense grinding. He needed a release just as badly as she did.

“You’re going to make me cum.” she cried, trying to contain herself.

“Cum for me,” he said, just as he heard a rustle outside the door. “Shhiitt.”

“Don’t stop, I’m getting ready to cum. Please don’t stop!” she begged.

John grabbed her ass, securing her against him, and continued driving into her. “Tammy someone is coming. Damn, you feel good.”

“Oh John, I’m cumming I’m cumming!” she cried, he covered her mouth with his hand, muffling her screams and simultaneously releasing his load into pussy. She continued to cry until his last drop emptied into her, and his trust stopped. She threw her arms around his neck breathing heavily. He held her close.

“Is there someone there?” the voice called from the hall.

“It’s me, Mr. Carpenter.” he attempted to sound composed.

“Hello, sir. I thought I heard someone moving around.”

“Yes, that may have been from my television. I’m working late. Please carry on with your night”

“Thank you. Good night, sir.” the voice said as it moved on.

“Good night.” John replied.

They waited to be sure he had gone, the hallway light turned off and they relaxed against each other.

“What am I going to do with you?” John asked, placing his head on Tammy’s shoulder.

“I’ve got a few ideas.”