PATTY'S PASTIME: WATCHING MEN IN KHAKIS

Patty’s Pastime: Watching Men in Khakis


WATCHING BLACK MEN IN KHAKIS WAS ONE OF HER FAVORITE PASTIMES. BUTTON DOWN SHIRTS TUCKED IN, SHOES SHINING, AND SOFT LEATHER BELTS WITH SHINY BUCKLES. PATTY CROSSED HER LEGS WHILE WATCHING THE ANIMATED ARGUMENT HER SUPERVISOR WAS HAVING ON THE PHONE. HE WAS WEARING KHAKIS AND A POWDER BLUE SHIRT. HIS BELT WAS A DEEP EARTHY BROWN MATCHING HIS SHOES. HE WAS JUST A SHADE DARKER THAN THE BELT. KYLE'S HEAD WAS BALD HIS HEAD WAS GLEAMING FROM A MIXTURE OF SWEAT AND FLUORESCENT LIGHT. PATTY'S CELL PHONE RANG AND SHE SUCKED HER TEETH LOOKING AT THE DISPLAY THEN SENDING THE CALL TO VOICEMAIL. IT WAS HER SILLY GIRLFRIEND AT HER DO NOTHING JOB. SHE CALLED OR TEXTED PATTY SO MUCH THAT PATTY STARTED TO THINK THAT SHE WAS LIKE TOMMY FROM MARTIN. THERE WAS NO WAY SHE COULD HAVE A JOB AND CALL HER ALL THE DAMN TIME.
KYLE LOOKED IN HER DIRECTION AS PATTY DEALT WITH THE CALL. SHE ALMOST BLUSHED AS SHE MOUTHED "SORRY" TO HIM. KYLE NODDED HIS UNDERSTANDING KEEPING THEIR GAZES LOCKED A LITTLE LONGER THAN WAS PROPER. PATTY SLID THE TIP OF HER PEN IN HER MOUTH AND REFUSED TO LOOK AWAY FIRST. KYLE WASN'T GIVING UP EITHER YET IT WASN'T UNCOMFORTABLE...NOT IN THE USUAL SENSE ANYWAY. FINALLY A HEATED WORD FROM THE OTHER END OF THE LINE CALLED HIS ATTENTION BACK TO THE CONVERSATION HE WAS HAVING. PATTY LET HER BREATH OUT IN A HUFF. SHE DIDN'T REALIZE THAT SHE HAD BEEN HOLDING HER BREATH UNTIL JUST THEN. SMALL FLOATING ZIPPING SPECKS OF SWEAT WERE SWIMMING IN HER LINE OF VIEW. “DAMN IT'S HOT IN HERE!” SHE SAID TO HERSELF AS SHE WAS CROSSING, UNCROSSING, AND RECROSSING HER LEGS. "I CAUGHT YOU!!" SHE THOUGHT TO HERSELF SMILING DEVILISHLY.
“THIS IS THE DUMBEST WOMAN IN THE HISTORY OF WOMEN!" KYLE THOUGHT TO HIMSELF. THE WOMAN ON THE PHONE WAS WHO HE WAS REFERRING TO AND SHE REALLY WAS A BITCH. SHE WAS BEING DIFFICULT JUST BECAUSE SHE COULD AND SHE WAS HIS BOSS. HE KNEW THE REASON WHY SHE WAS DOING THIS. HE HAD TURNED HER DOWN AND EVERYBODY KNEW IT SO SHE GAVE HIM HELL EVERY CHANCE SHE GOT. HE HADN'T TOLD ANYONE ABOUT HER ADVANCE, BUT SHE HAD TO RUN HER FUCKING MOUTH, AND THAT'S WHY HE TURNED HER DOWN IN THE FIRST PLACE. KYLE WAS VERY PROFESSIONAL, BUT MORE IMPORTANTLY HE WAS PRIVATE AND DISCREET, AND THICK DICKED. AT LEAST THAT'S WHAT HIS PROFILE STATED. HE COULDN'T DO ANYTHING ABOUT THE THICK DICK IN PUBLIC BUT HE COULD HANDLE THE TWO FORMER STATEMENTS. PATTY'S PHONE RANG, HE LOOKED AT HER, AND SHE DIDN'T ANSWER, BUT MET HIS GAZE AND KEPT IT WITH THOSE SEXY EYES. KYLE KNEW HE SHOULD LOOK AWAY BUT COULDN'T PLUS SHE DIDN'T AND IT WASN'T UNCOMFORTABLE AT LEAST NOT IN THE TRADITIONAL SENSE. “WHAT DID SHE JUST SAY?
SHIT!” HE TURNED BACK TO THE CONVERSATION AT HAND AND HEARD CYNTHIA HUFF. KYLE STARTED TO LOOK INTO HER EYES AGAIN AND THE MOTION OF HER LEGS DREW HIS GAZE TO THE BLACK STOCKINGS BENEATH THE GRAY BUSINESS SUIT PATTY WAS WEARING. KYLE HAD A FETISH FOR BIG THICK WHITE WOMEN IN BUSINESS SUITS. HER SKIRT RODE UP TO REVEAL THIGH HIGH BLACK STOCKINGS WITH LACE TOPS AND WAS THAT A GARTER? “DAMN SHE DIDN'T HAVE TO CROSS HER LEGS THAT SLOWLY. DAMN! DAMN! SHE CAUGHT ME LOOKING.” NOW HIS EYES TRAILED OVER HER LEGS UP TO HER. “OH SHIT!!!” SHE FORGOT SHE WAS WEARING THE GARTER BELT AND NO PANTIES. NOW SHE WAS TRAPPED. THERE WAS NO WAY TO PULL THE SKIRT DOWN AFTER THAT "WANNA BE SHARON STONE MOVE” AND NOT SEEM TO BE TEASING. “SHIT!” PATTY THOUGHT “WHEN YOU PLAY WITH FIRE YADA, YADA, YADA.” IT WAS TOO LATE NOW SO SHE JUST STAYED AS STILL AS POSSIBLE. IT GAVE KYLE AN UNOBSCURED VIEW OF THE ENTIRE LENGTH OF HER SHINING THICK CREAMY THIGHS UP TO AND INCLUDING HER LINGERIE, BUT IF SHE MOVED, AND THE WAY HER SKIRT WAS POSITIONED HE WOULD SEE THAT SHE WORE NO PANTIES BENEATH. SHE HAD CROSSED HER LEGS SLOW KEEPING THEM TOGETHER. THE DAMN SKIRT HAD BETRAYED HER. NOW IF SHE MOVED. PLOP! HER PHONE GOT CAUGHT ON THE ARM OF THE CHAIR FELL FROM ITS CLIP. AT AN ARMS LENGTH AND TOTAL EXPOSURE AWAY FROM HER THE PLASTIC DEVICE SEEMED TO SMILE EVILY UP AT HER. THEN THERE WAS KYLE ALWAYS THE GENTLEMEN HE WAS ON HIS KNEES IN A FLASH STILL HOLDING THE RECIEVER AND ARGUING WHILE REACHING FOR HER PHONE. THE ARMANI CODE HE WORE ASSAULTED HER SENSES. SWEAT GLISTENED ON HIS SMOOTH HEAD. SHE LICKED HER LIPS AS SHE HEARD AND FELT THE RUSH OF THE AIR CONDITIONER'S COLD BREATH BLOW UP FROM THE VENT AT HER FEET. PATTY WANTED TO TOUCH THAT HEAD. HIS POSITION MADE HER IMAGINE THINGS SHE SHOULDN'T BUT WANTED TO DO. IT WAS 90 DEGREES OUTSIDE AND 100 DEGREES BETWEEN HER MEATY THIGHS.

THEN ALL BECAME QUIET AS SHE BECAME SWEET MELTED BUTTER IN THE HOT LEATHER CHAIR OF KYLE'S OFFICE. IN HER MOMENT OF SELFISH PLEASURE SHE GLOWED IN THE QUIET. THEN IT WAS QUIET. NO ARGUMENT. “KYLE! SHIT! SHIT! SHIT!” PATTY OPENED HER EYES ASHAMEDLY. HER LINE OF SIGHT WAS OBSCURED BY HIS BULGING MASSIVENESS STRAINING AGAINST THE TAN FABRIC OF HIS KHAKIS. LOOKING UP SHE MET KYLE'S EYES THROUGH HER SEXUALLY SLITTED EYELIDS. HE HELD HER PHONE OUT TO HER. PATTY KNEW BEING THIS CLOSE TO HER KYLE WOULD DEFINITELY SEE ALL OF HER GLORY IF SHE LEANED UP FOR HER PHONE. SHE DID AND WAS REWARDED WITH A THICK THROB FROM THE KHAKI IMPRISONED PYTHON RIGHT AT HER EYE AND MOUTH LEVEL. "THANK-YOU" SHE WHISPERED BREATHLESSLY NOT TRYING TO HIDE HER SHAVEN TREASURE AS HER SKIRT RODE UP PAST HER CLIT. KYLE WAS AWESTRUCK, ROCK HARD, AND SPEECHLESS. PATTY COULD HAVE TAKEN THE PHONE WITH NO PHYSICAL CONTACT, BUT HE HAD SEEN HER AND SHE AT LEAST WANTED TO FEEL HIM. SO SHE REACHED FOR THE BACK OF THE PHONE. HER FINGERS ONLY MADE IT HALFWAY AROUND HIS POWERFUL EBONY HANDS. HE TURNED HIS HAND TO DEPOSIT THE PHONE IN HER PALM AND EITHER INADVERTENTLY OR PURPOSELY PUSHED THE BACK OF HER HAND ONTO HIS MANHOOD. HER FRENCH MANICURED NAILS TOUCHED THE BASE AND THE HEAD BUMPED SOMEWHERE PAST THE MIDDLE OF HER FOREARM. HE RELEASED HER PHONE AND IT TUMBLED TO THE FLOOR. PATTY TURNED HER ARM AROUND AND GENTLY YET FIRMLY GRASPED HIS GRANITE STONE HARD DICK.
KYLE WATCHED THE PHONE SPIRAL PAST PATTY'S ARM TO PLOP ONCE AGAIN ON THE BLUE CARPET IN HIS OFFICE. HER EYES WERE BARELY OPEN. HER SWEET WARM WETNESS COATED HER THIGHS A SLIPPERY WHITE AND HER PUSSY LIPS PUCKERED. HER GAZE NEVER LEFT HIS ZIPPER. KYLE COULD FEEL THE WETNESS FORMING AT HIS TIP. PATTY NOTICED THE SPOT AND WITHOUT HESITATION LICKED IT THROUGHT HIS PANTS LIGHTLY, SLOWLY, AND THOROUGHLY. SHE SLID HER BODY TO THE EDGE OF THE CHAIR HER GRAY SKIRT NOW TO HER WAIST AND HER BLACK LACE THIGH HIGHS EXPOSED, GARTER BELT PROCLAIMING HER SENSUALITY. KYLE COULDN'T TAKE IT ANYMORE SO HE REACHED DOWN INTO HER SILKY BROWN SHOULDER LENGTH HAIR STROKING SLOWLY UNTIL HE REACHED THE BACK OF HER HEAD. THERE HE GRABBED A FISTFUL AND PULLED HER HEAD BACK. SHE GASPED AND LET HER ARMS DROP. LARGE JUICY BREASTS WITH ROCK HARD GUMDROP SIZED NIPPLES SPILLED OUT OF HER JACKET. KYLE MOANED. HE NEEDED PATTY NOT NOW--BUT RIGHT FUCKING NOW!!! THE PAIN OF HAVING HER HAIR PULLED DID NOTHING BUT TO SET PATTY ON FIRE. SHE FELT HER LEFT BREAST COME FREE AND SHE UNBUTTONED HER JACKET SO THE RIGHT ONE COULD JOIN IT. THE SOUND OF KYLE'S ZIPPER COMING DOWN WAS LIKE A DINNER BELL AND PATTY OPENED HER MOUTH HALF WAY, BUT IT WASN'T ENOUGH. HER MOUTH WASN'T OPENED WIDE ENOUGH SO KYLE PUSHED IN WHILE PULLING HER HEAD BY THE HAIR. HER SOFT SCREAM FORMED A WIDE ENOUGH OPENING. PUSHING IN KYLE WATCHED HER CHEEKS PUFF OUT AND HER LIPS WRAP AROUND HIM. SHE LET HIM DO AS HE WANTED STROKING IN AND OUT OF HER WARM WET MOUTH. HIS HARD BLACK DICK SLID UP AND DOWN HER TONGUE, THE TIP, TOUCHING THE BACK OF HER THROAT. SHE GAGGED A LITTLE AND THEN TOOK OVER.
KYLE'S PRE-CUM WAS SWEET AND A LIL SALTY TO THE TASTE. HIS HARD BLACK DICK FELT SO GOOD IN HER THROAT UNTIL HE MADE HER GAG A LITTLE AGAIN. SHE COULD DEEP THROAT BUT SHE HAD TO DO IT HER WAY SO SHE TOOK OVER. SHE MADE HIM SLICK WITH THICK SPIT AND SLURPED IN LONG EAGER STROKES. SHE COULD TAKE HIM ALL INTO HER MOUTH AND DOWN HER THROAT. MOANING HER PLEASURE SHE RELEASED HER HANDS AND USED THEM TO RUB HER THROBBING CLIT AND NIPPLES AS KYLE GUIDED HER HEAD BACK AND FORTH BY HER HAIR. KYLE KNEW HE HAD NEVER BEEN THIS HARD BEFORE-FUCKING NO WAY IN HELL!
THE HARDNESS OF HIS DICK SURPRISED HIM. THE WAY PATTY WAS TAKING HIS THICK LENGTH WITH NO HANDS WHILE PLAYING WITH HER WET PUSSY MADE HIM WILD. HER BUTTER SOFT LIPS SUCKED HIM. HER PRADA SCENT FILLED HIM. SPIT AND PRECUM DRIBBLED OUT OF HER MOUTH, ALL OVER HIS DICK, AND DOWN HER CHIN ONTO HER TITS. IT WAS MORE THAN HE COULD TAKE. KYLE PULLED HER HEAD DOWN ON HIS DICK AND SHOT HIS THICK MILKY CREAMINESS DEEP INTO HER THROAT. HIS KNEES BUCKLED AS HE ERRUPTED AND SHE GRABBED HIS ASS HOLDING HIM STEADY WHILE SHE SLOBBERED AND SUCKED HIM DRY.
SHE FELT HIS BODY SHIVERING ALONG THE LENGTH OF HIS BLACK SHAFT. SHE SMILED TO HERSELF WHILE GRABBING HIS ASS. PATTY FELT HIS HOT THICK SALTINESS SPEW DOWN HER THROAT. SHE TRIED TO SWALLOW IT ALL BUT COUGHED SOME BACK UP. HE WAS IN TOTAL ECSTACY AND SO WAS SHE, CUMMING, AS HIS DICK SLID OUT OF HER THROAT. IT WAS A FAIR EXCHANGE BUT THE ONLY THING WORSE THAN A WOMAN SCORNED IS ONE IN HEAT. ALL WAS FAIR IN LOVE AND WAR, AND THEY WERE GOING TO DO BOTH RIGHT. PATTY GRABBED AT KYLE'S DICK AS HE LEANED BREATHLESSLY AGAINST THE DESK. HE WAS ALMOST AS WET AS HER. PUSHING HIM ON THE DESK SHE CLIMBED ON TOP OF HIS STILL HARD BUT SOFTENING DICK. HE SLID IT IN EASILY STRETCHING HER WALLS. IT FELT LIKE HIS DICK WAS IN HER STOMACH SO SHE MOVED UP AND THE TIP TOUCHED HER SPOT. “PERFECT!!” SHE THOUGHT AND SMILED. KYLE WAS DEFENSELESS AGAINST HER LUST. SHE SAT ATOP HIM AND HIS DICK IMMEDIATELY STIFFENED IN HER TIGHT WETNESS. SHE ROCKED BACK AND FORTH. THE TIP OF HIS DICK PLUNGED IN AND OUT OF HER AT A FEVERED PACE. SHE RODE HIM GOOD. SHE FUCKED HIM AND HE LOVED IT, BUT KYLE WAS A CONTROL FREAK LIKE PATTY, SO WHILE HE COULD LET HER RIDE HIM FOREVER HE HAD TO TAKE CONTROL. HE BEGAN MEETING HER DOWNWARD THRUST RAISING HIS HIPS AS SHE BROUGHT HER'S DOWN. SMACKING SLAPPING SOUNDS FILLED THE OFFICE. THE SOUND OF SOPPING WETNESS MADE THEM BOTH HORNIER. KYLE THRUSTED HARDER AND PATTY MOVED FROM STRADDLING TO PLACING HER FEET ON THE DESK, HER JACKET OPENED TO SHOW SMOOTH MILKY WHITE TITTIES BOUNCING. HER BROWN HAIR WAS IN HER FACE AND SLICK WITH SWEAT. THE GRAY SKIRT WRINKLED AROUND HER WAIST, GARTERS STRETCHING AND CONTRACTING AS SHE ALMOST JUMPED UP AND DOWN ON HIS HARD BLACK MEAT. HE WAS AT A DISADVANTAGE IN THE LAYING POSITION BUT SAID "FUCK IT" PLACING HIS HEELS ON THE EDGE OF THE DESK HIS KNEES ROSE BESIDES PATTY. NOW HE COULD PUSH UP JUST AS HARD AS SHE CAME DOWN. HE PUSHED. SHE DROPPED. BOTH FORGOT EVERYTHING BUT EACH OTHER. THEY BATTLED TO MAKE THE OTHER CUM AND THEY SUCCEEDED SMIULTANEOUSLY. LIGHTENING BOLTS SHOT OUT OF KYLE, AND HOT CREAMY LAVA POURED FROM PATTY’S WHITE HOT PUSSY. SHE FELL INTO HIS ARMS BOTH OF THEM HEAVING FOR BREATH. KYLE KEPT CUMMING AND PATTY KEPT HIM COMPANY. NEITHER REALIZED JUST HOW LOUD THEY HAD BEEN UNTIL THEY WERE SILENT. THAT'S WHEN THEY HEARD A SEPARATE SET OF MOANS. WTF?

STARTLED INTO MOVEMENT PATTY COVERED HER CHEST. KYLE SAT UP PULLING HER CLOSE. SITTING SPREAD LEGGED, FINGERS ON HER SWOLLEN CLIT WITH HER BACK AGAINST THE CLOSED DOOR WAS CYNTHIA, KYLE'S SUPERVISOR. SHE WAS CUMMING UNCONTROLLABLY. THEY WATCHED AS HER ORGASM SUBSIDED. SHE LOOKED UP AT BOTH OF THEM.
"SO THIS IS WHY YOU HUNG UP ON ME" SHE SAID. STANDING UP AND BEAUTIFULLY NAKED FROM THE WAIST DOWN AND BAREFOOT, SHE SWITCHED TOWARD THEM ON THE BLUE CARPET. "I THINK WE SHOULD TALK" SHE STATED TO BOTH, PLACING HER HAND ON THEIR SHOULDERS. NEITHER KNEW WHAT TO SAY THEY WERE STILL IN THE GLOW OF ORGASM AND BREATHING HEAVY. CYNTHIA JUSTSMILED, AND LOOKED AT PATTY’S FACE LICKING KYLE'S CUM FROM HER CHIN. THEN SHE SAID “LET ME START HERE.”….
THE END?
ANOTHER EROTICA FROM THE MIND OF MAX'N POET
"UNTIL YA SOAKIN WET" SERIES
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4 years ago
pt 2 has to be even hotter than this please post it