I grinned. She was having fun with this. I twisted his collar so that he felt a little pressure on the back of his neck, and he looked up at me.
"Do what the lady says,” I told him.
He lifted her skirt and lightly kissed the back of her pink panties.
"Did I say ‘kiss my panties'?” she asked, “I said “kiss this” meaning my ass, so do it."
He swallowed again, and then lowered her panties, exposing her bare bottom to both his and my eyes. My cock stirred in my jeans and it took everything I had to keep my hands off of her.
"Kiss it,” she demanded.
He began planting his lips all over her bottom, kept there mostly by my hand on the back of his head. When she was satisfied with what he had done, she stood up and turned around.
"Now, you asshole,” she said sharply, “get out of my sight or I'll turn my bodyguard loose on you."
"Yes, Renee,” he said weakly as he stood up. “I'll miss you."
"Yeah yeah,” she replied nonchalantly, waving him off, “take a hike."
As he wandered off into the darkness, I opened the door to the back seat of her car.
"Sit down, please,” I told her, “I want to get some ice for your cheek."
She got in, but slid across the seat and pulled me to her.
"My cheek is fine,” she said, “but I have something else that needs attention."
Taking my hand, she put it between her legs. Her cunt was as hot as my cock was hard.
"Oh my, Miss Renee,” I chuckled, “what a wet little pussy you have."
"Yes it is,” she giggled, “and I have an idea."
"What's that, pretty lady?” I asked.
She grabbed a handful of my hair and gently pulled my face to her crotch.
"Why don't you kiss this?"
I hummed my approval as I buried my tongue in her pussy. I thought she would never ask.
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THE GREAT KISS DEBATE
"Men kiss better than women,” Stephen said as he puffed his chest out and tried to look intimidating.
"Are you crazy?” Caren argued, “women kiss much better than men do."
"Women have those feather-like kisses,” Harvey added. “They're too soft. It tickles my moustache."
"Speaking of moustaches,” I chimed in, “who wants to get all that hair in their mouth when they kiss?"
"I think that's another topic for discussion, Dena,” Stephen replied with a chuckled.
Caren smacked him in the shoulder with an open hand.
"Get your mind out of the gutter! We were talking about kissing."
I giggled.
"You guys think that just because you stuff your tongues down our throats and we make those moaning sounds that we are enjoying it. We're not enjoying that! We're trying to get air!"
"Yeah,” Caren quipped, “you say that we kiss to soft but guys kiss way too hard."
The commotion outside her office concerned the boss, so she opened her door and came out.
"What's going on?” Marsha asked.
"Sorry, boss,” Caren said, “we didn't mean to disturb you. We're just having a discussion and it got a little heated."
"What's the discussion about?” she asked.
"Kissing."
She raised a curious eyebrow. “Excuse me?"
"We were discussing who the better kissers are … men or women,” Harvey told her.
"And what was the conclusion?” she asked with a chuckle.
"No conclusion yet,” I said. “It's a tie and we don't know how to break it."
"I have an idea,” Marsha stated.
Her employees all looked at her and waited for her to continue.
"Why don't we meet at The Ale Loft after work, have a drink, and do a little experiment?"
"What kind of experiment?” Harvey asked.
"We'll have a kissing contest."
Harvey, Stephen, Caren and I smiled at each other and agreed.
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