Luca and I had been circling each other for two weeks. He’d catch me along and lick from my shoulder to my ear. I’d find him in his office and fondle his zipper. I’d made him crawl backwards up over the chair near the wall once. Quite pleased with myself, I had been flirting and teasing since that day. He kept telling me he’d make it up to me, but things kept getting in the way.
Our day finally came when we were joking about how much room he had under his desk and whether I’d bump my head if I paid him a visit there. We looked around and realized the office had cleared out. It was our quarterly picnic and we were already about 15 minutes late. I turned to walk back to my desk and grab my things when we wrapped his fingers around my wrist, pulled me slowly backward, and closed his door.
I was grinning to myself. He was never this bold. The last time we’d done something stupid like this, no one was even possibly coming back into work. I looked up at him and he leveled a very cool gaze on me. “You need to get on your hands and knees,” he said in a solid, sexy tone. I stopped breathing for a moment, bit the corner of my lip, and turned around to exhale. I was thanking whatever part of the universe was responsible for my *good* lingerie being the pair I chose that morning. I like to feel secretly sexy and powerful, and wearing a sexy bra and panties that don’t pinch or bunch really does that for me.
I bent at the waist and pulled my jeans and panties off, straining a little as I’d worn the tightest pair I owned. I love my ass, deal with it. I stood back up to face him and slipped off my shirt, grinned, and then turned away and did a slow bend to the floor. I slid onto my knees, then sat back to stretch my back, getting in a deep bend as my stomach brushed the floor, arching my hips up, and settling onto my palms. I shifted my hips slowly back and forth before looking over my shoulder to where I thought Lucas was.
He had quietly undressed down to his undershirt and curled a finger at me, asking me to crawl behind his desk. I grinned and did so as sensual and cat-like as I could. He kneeled behind me, slapped my ass sharply, and leaned up to put his lips against my ear. He was grinding his erection against my ass as he spoke and my eyes fluttered closed, “That’s a good girl. I’m going to fuck you. That’s what you want, right?”
My head was already beginning to swim, but I managed to half-moan “Yes, please.” He wrapped his hand around my throat and pressed his wrist over my collarbone as he angled himself and pushed his hips forward. He was so slow and deliberate, I felt like it took forever for him to bottom out. He pumped his hips very slowly, giving me shivers up my spine as he hit every right spot there was. I was nearly breathless, just small little moans finding their way out.
He pulled his hips back and told me “Tell me I own it.” I didn’t answer right away. This was new and quite a surprise. I nearly whispered “Yes,” and a sharp slap landed on my ass. “I said tell me I fucking own it. Is it mine?” He worked in short thrusts, driving me wild, and I answered almost in pure frustration “Yes. Fuck, it’s yours. Yes.” He slammed his hips forward and held himself tightly against me, leaning close again to bite my shoulder, and give me a teasing “Good girl.” I thought I was going to melt.
He sat up again, taking his hand from my neck and moving it to my hip. He grabbed and kneaded my ass, now giving longer thrusts as I moved my hips. He muttered cusses under his breath as I tightened my kegels and released them, doing what I could to sass back when I really, really wanted to be fucked. It’s a fine line.
He took my queues, and grabbed my hips firmly as he fucked me now. Every thrust ended hard against me and I moaned for him. “That’s right, you dirty fucking tease,” he growled at me. “You’re going to cum for me.” He reached up and pushed between my shoulders, pressuring me to lay my face on the floor. I pulled in my hands and layed on them, following his silent command and loving every second. He slapped my ass again and leaned over me, placing his hands on either side of my ribs on the floor, and pounded his hips against my ass.
I came so hard that I thought I was going to pass out. “Oh my… fuck… yes… oh god… yes. Yes!” I was breathless and totally out of my mind with pleasure, my hips angling to get every inch he gave me. He never stopped those hammering thrusts and I came again and few moments later, before he slowed to a soft, long thrust. “Such a good, filthy girl.” He pulled out and I was speechless, almost angry, I wasn’t done! He stroked himself and said “You choose… where am I going to fuck you now, and where do you want me to cum?”
I blinked a few times, looked over to his chair, and grabbed the pillow. I shoved it under my hips and settled onto my elbows. “Fuck me just like this, and cum wherever you want. Wherever. You. Want,” I answered. I never looked at him, but I could feel the change in his demeanor. He didn’t reply, and I heard him moving into place. He slipped inside, pressing all the way in again as my toes nearly curled in pleasure. I moan and dropped my forehead into my hands.
He grabbed my ass with both hands, pulling me back and forth onto him as I rolled and shifted my hips. His pace ramped up quickly and I came again, really hard. I barely squeaked out a sound at all as my whole back went tight and my hands dropped to the carpet, clawing at it. “Fuck, yes. God damn it, you are so dirty,” he growled again as I pressed back eagerly with each thrust. “I’m going to make a mess of your ass.” He clapped both his hands to my ass again as he said it, and fucked me twice as hard as before.
I thought I was going to die from orgasm overdose when he finally pulled free, stroking only a few times as he came all over my ass and up onto my back. The top half of my body melted into the floor as my hips shifted and swayed in front of him. He smacked his hands onto the floor, panting and speechless for a moment as a grin slowly spread across my face. “Holy fuck,” was all I said as my hips lowered, relaxing on my stomach for just a few moments.
We layed there for a few minutes until we thought we could speak and finally move. I watched him as he looked at me with this strange face and finally said “What??” He smirked and said “Next time, I’ll come in your mouth.”
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/546sf4/because_fuck_picnics_mf
damn, I could picture everything. Thanks for the boner ;)