He thought he’d been cursed. He sat in my chair, completely distraught, telling me how he hadn’t been able to fuck his wife in months, since the day he’d had a tryst with a “priestess” who got angry when he said it was a 1-night stand. She had cursed him with impotence, and swore Papa Legba would make sure he’d never be able to fuck another woman til he did right by her.
I had him close his eyes and sit back in the chair. Once behind him, I started to gently massage his scalp as I lowered my mouth next to his left ear, blowing a very gentle breeze past his ear every few seconds. I felt him finally start to relax into my chair, and moved my hands down to his neck and shoulders. When he was fully relaxed, I had him open his eyes and turned on some upbeat jazz. I started a sexy little dance in front of him, slowly working my way to him. I propped one leg up on the chair next to his thigh, showing him that I had no panties on. One glimpse of my tight, shaved pussy had his pants stirring. I proceeded to take off my top, slowly, wiggling as much as possible in the most seductive ways I could. I leaned in close enough for his face to be almost between my breasts as I laid that shirt around his neck. By the time I finished my strip tease, his cock was nice and hard. Just to prove to him that he wasn’t cursed, I pulled him out of his pants, and I started sucking him like a hoover vacuum cleaner. I ran my tongue from base to tip and back again, swallowing him whole in the process. Then, I climbed on him and started riding him. He had a nice, big orgasm, and walked out of my office ready to fuck his own wife.
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