Clickclick, Clickclick, Clickclick.
My manicured nails tap away on the keyboard. It’s been several days since I’ve been able to see the side of Brad that I have all to myself, and I’m more and more anxious to play with him by the minute.
I’m not entirely sure why he hasn’t snuck into my office, hard and ready to go. He’s been around, but distant. Save for a few messages sent to check in on work project status. I’ve begun to worry he’s done with me, that I was a temporary flavor. I suck on the tip of my pen as I ponder this. I can’t help but picture having something warm replacing the cold pen instead.
I get through my work uneventful work day, wondering why I even bother dressing up for him. My floral skirt swishes against my thighs as I walk to the parking garage, the click-click of my stilettos echoing in the hallway around me. I imagine bending over every desk that I pass, fixated on pleasing Brad. I know that I could interact in my special way with another man from the office, their stares as I pass don’t go unnoticed, but somehow it’s just not the same. They’re not Master.
Lost in my thoughts, I barely notice that I’ve reached the parking garage. I certainly don’t notice heavier footsteps falling behind my own. I get to my car and before I can open my door I feel the cold steel on my thighs, my breasts squeezed against the window.
I hear “It’s time”, murmured in my ear and I can feel his hot breath on my neck.
“Yes, Master” I reply obediently.
“Stay still” he commands, and of course, I do.
I feel the edge of my skirt creeping up the back of my thighs slowly, until I feel the cool air flowing between my legs. I suppress a shiver. I know at any moment someone could walk into the garage and see us, it could ruin me, it could certainly ruin Brad – and the thought of it drives crazy with desire.
Brad presses his cock into me while grabbing my breasts, slowly sneaking his fingers inside my bra. He finds my nipples erect, teases them as he rocks into my bare ass. My slit is throbbing, growing increasingly wet. I want nothing more than to ride him, but know I must be patient. I must be a Good Girl. Still, a groan of sexual frustration slips from my lips.
“Be patient, L. I will fuck you, I will taste you. But on my time. On my terms. Don’t let me hear you frustrated again, or you will be punished. Tell me you understand. Now.”
“Yes, Master. I understand. ”
“That’s my girl”, he replies, and I can hear the smirk behind his voice. He hasn’t stopped teasing my nipples, and I can feel his cock pulsing behind me.
He bites my neck and tells me “Face the wall. Touch your toes”. I turn slowly, and knowing what he wants, I flip my skirt up my back and slowly reach for the ground. His hands run up my legs, caressing my ass and tugging at the lace of my black thong. His hand runs inward, grazing my pussy ever so lightly. He does it again. And again. And again. With each touch, my breath catches in my throat.
His tongue replaces his hand, and he then slips two, then three, fingers inside of me. I wriggle in pleasure, loving every moment of the pressure his fingers provide. I push back onto him, wanting him deeper in my body. I contract my muscles around him before he removes his fingers and tells me to stand up and turn around. I comply. He slips off my skirt, unbottons my sheer white top, and lets it float to my feet.
“Take off your bra.” and as he must see some form of protest in my eyes, he adds “I don’t give a fuck if someone sees. Do it. Now.” and off it goes. I stand there completely naked in front of him, save for my heels. I see his cock stretching his slacks to their limit. “Undress me”, he orders. I rip off his shirt, buttons flying everywhere. I undo the button on his pants, and grip the zipper with my teeth. I sink to my knees as I unzip them.
Suddenly he comes towards me, raises me to my feet, and shoves me into the wall and rams his cock inside of me. Instinctively my legs wrap around his strong body as he enters me.
“You feel fucking amazing, Master. Ooh. I want you inside of me forever.”, I squeal. I feel his grin as he pounds into my pussy with force so much greater than our previous romps. I feel him pulsing inside of me as I squeeze my pussy around him, and I pull his hips closer to me.
While still inside me, he whips open the back door to the car and throws me off of him onto seat. He sits down, shutting the door. “You’ve been a good girl. Sit on my lap.” I look over at his fully erect dick, admiring it for everything it does to me. I move over and slide him back into me, my breasts in his face. He takes my nipple into his mouth as he slowly moves up and down, up and down. Licking it, nibbling it. He doesn’t stop my moans, this time. He lets me scream his name. I bounce on his cock, loving this ride. Loving how deep he is, how hot he makes me.
He flips me onto my back, fucking me hard and rubbing his thumb on my clit. He moves my hand to join him. My body is on fire, and I don’t possibly think I could have been more wet. My pussy is enveloping his cock and my clit throbs in ecstasy. For the first time, I come first. “Oh FUCK! Yes, yes, yes” I moan.
He licks up my juices and kisses me, making me taste them. Shoves his fingers into my mouth, and I suck every last drop of myself off of them.
Once I’ve cleaned my juices off of him, he orders me to get on all fours. I take his cock into my mouth greedily, sucking hard, treating him like my own personal lollipop. Slowly I take him into the back of my throat, letting him enjoy every sensation. When he hits the back, I begin finger fucking myself again. I can’t help but be perpetually turned on by this man, by his cock, by his commands. Soon I ask him to turn towards me, and place him between my tits. I rub the juices from my soaking pussy onto my breasts, and on his dick, and begin moving his cock between them. Faster. Faster. Faster.
I ask, “Master, will you please come for your good girl?” and he explodes. It’s on my face, my car seats, my chest. Everywhere. I run my finger across my nipple to remove some of his cum, and look him straight in the eye as I like my finger clean. I bring my warm mouth back to his cock, and clean him up too, running circles around his tip with my tongue. I fucking love the way he tastes.
He grins. “Good girl, L. Really fucking good girl.” I watch him get out of my car, put on his clothes, and he leaves. As I lay panting in my back seat, still nude, I play with my pussy absent-mindedly, imagining his fingers on me. Rubbing small circles around my clit, wishing it was his dexterous tongue. My Master fucked me good, and I’m in pure bliss.
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