Tea Service (Part 1/3)

[Part 2](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/852u66/tea_service_part_23_or_little_brat_gets_punished/?st=JEV78P35&sh=928faf9b)

My phone finally lights up with a text from him. It says, “Bring me some tea bunny, please.” *Sigh* I go to the kitchen and heat the water. I collect the box of tea and pour the boiled water in a mug when the kettle whistles. Carefully, I balance the steaming cup atop the tea box and bring them into his office.

He puts his finger to his lips as I approach and motions to his monitor. He’s on a video call. I like that. It gives me wicked ideas. I like it when he can’t say no.

I place the box down on the desk and open it. I take out his favorite tea and waggle the teabag at him, *This one?* He nods yes without even looking away from the screen. I point at the teabag again, just to confirm *You’re sure? This one?* He waves his hands in exasperation, outside of the view of the monitor, while continuing to talk to whoever is on the other side, some man, about work stuff. “Yes, I know, but if we sent 500 to Darby I expect we’ll never see it again.”

I tear open the paper and pull the teabag out, placing it in the hot water and dunking it a few times before placing the cup on his desk. I stand there for a moment waiting for a thank you, an acknowledgement, anything. Nothing. I feel so neglected and sad. I know work is important, of course it is, but can’t I *sometimes* be a priority? I don’t ask for a lot, I’m not high maintenance, I just need a little attention sometimes.

I get on my hands and knees, unnoticed, and crawl under his desk to kneel between his knees. “Listen, Dave, I don’t know what you’re thinking with this. I-” *zzzzip* I reach my hand inside his pants and he shifts awkwardly in his chair. I can’t see his face, but I’m sure his look is of surprise.

He quickly continues his sentence and tries to bat my hands away, but I have a good grasp on his cock and I’m not letting go. His hands ball into fists as I slide his cock out of his boxers and start licking and kissing the head. I stroke him while he grows in my hand and shifts again in his seat, spreading his legs a little bit and moving his ass to the edge of the chair to make himself more available to my eager mouth and hands. *That’s it. Submit to me, Daddy* The power I have from down here is electrifying.

I put his cock in my mouth and keep it there while I massage his head and semi-hard shaft with the tip and flat of my tongue, wetting it down. There’s nothing I like more than feeling his cock grow in my mouth and letting it harden and lengthen until it’s pushing firmly against the back of my tongue.

I smirk. Nothing says I can’t have a little fun while he works. It satisfies my need for attention while also fulfilling (exploiting?) his exhibitionist kink.

I gently scoop my hand under his balls and lift them out of his pants. He wanted a teabag and that’s what he’s going to get. The angle is a little awkward, so I tilt my head so I’m laying one side against his inner thigh. I lift my head, drawing his cock out of my mouth and holding it up with one hand. I flick my tongue where his shaft meets his balls and draw the flat of my tongue all the way up the shaft, giving his cock a good, wet lap, paying special attention to the tip, which is now leaking precum. I touch my tongue to it and the saltiness makes my mouth water even more. I let go of his balls for a second and pull his shirt out of his pants, unbuttoning the pants to loosen the opening of his fly and give me better access.

He quickly adjusts his monitor up, facing the camera away from his desk and torso, which is a good thing because I’m now unbuttoning the bottom three buttons on his dress shirt. I want him to fear being exposed and getting caught. That thrill is most of the fun for both of us, and this way he has no choice but to dedicate more of his attention to managing our situation.

With the lower part of his shirt and his pants unbuttoned I slide my fingers under the waistband of his briefs and dress pants and start tugging them off. He lifts his ass from the chair as I slide them down, all the while still talking to Dave without a stammer. That won’t do at all.

With his pants and briefs now down around his ankles I can really get to work. I start again by reaching up and scratching my red nails along his ribs and down his stomach firmly, leaving red marks on his skin. He squirms and his voice falters for a second while I draw my nails now gently down his inner thighs, softly up his balls and shaft, where I wrap the fingers of both hands firmly around his wet, now rock hard cock, stroking up and down while I twist my wrists around his shaft.

I remove my hands and without hesitation try to take his whole cock into my mouth, but the angle is off and it stops at the end of my mouth. I need to come from above to take it deeper, so I walk my knees closer a few inches and slide his rolling chair back enough so my head can come up on his side of the desk. He lays his palm on my head, stopping me for just enough time to adjust the monitor again. I turn my head and out of the corner of my eye I can see Dave on the monitor. He can’t see me because of the camera angle. Perfect. He’s talking about Darby and what kind of deal they’ve discussed. I see Daddy’s face on the monitor too and he looks a little grumpy, honestly. I need to fix that.

I turn back to his cock and take it back into my mouth, laying my tongue down flat in my mouth and opening my throat in a wide yawn. I take the whole thing inside, sliding my head all the way into his crotch. When I pull it out it’s covered in the nicest layer of blowjob spit. I run my fist up and down his cock firmly a few times while I lick and suck the head. His hands are clutching the arms on his chair, his fingertips white. Using a firm pressure with the tip of my tongue I run it from the tip to base and back up again, stopping to make little wet circles on the nerve bundle where the shaft meets the head. I take the head in my mouth again and swirl my tongue around it, slowly and then more quickly, finally taking it out of my mouth and teasingly flicking the tip of his cock with my tongue before taking it deep in my throat again in one quick, smooth motion.

He squirms and adjusts again, his breath catching in his throat and stifling a moan as Dave rambles on from the monitor. I nod and shake my head a few times with his cock in my throat and he moans almost inaudibly without moving a muscle. His fingertips squeeze the chair arm more tightly and I pull my head up, giving him and his soaked cock a break for a second so he can take a little breather.

I put my hands around his back and put pressure on his lower back, beckoning him to shift even closer. He slides forward until his balls clear the seat, free now for my hands and mouth to play with all of him. I hold his cock up with one hand and turn my head to poke and massage his left testis gently with my tongue before softly sucking it into my mouth, giving him the teabag he was asking for. He sighs softly again, but I’m impressed with how well he’s doing and even more so with the fact he hasn’t yet ended his call. I reach up my skirt with my other hand and play with myself while I lick and suck each of his balls into my mouth one at a time, jerking him off with the hand on his cock. This is so hot and I am sopping wet. I rub my whole hand across my slit and over my clit, putting my fingers deep inside myself and pumping them slowly all the way in and back out, making circles all along the walls of my pussy. I pull them out soaked and reach up with my wet hand to stroke his cock while I massage the ball in my mouth with my tongue, using my other hand now to rub and fuck myself under the desk.

I apply a little suction while I pull my head back, letting him plop out of my mouth gently with an audible *pop*. I can’t help giggling at the idea Dave might have heard that.

I go back to his shaft now with my mouth, a little more aggressively, first licking and savoring the taste of my pussy on his cock. I want him to come off his video call or cum while he’s on it, it makes no difference to me. I’m having fun down here.

I put two fingers deep inside myself while I rub my clit with the palm of the same hand and take his dick deep down my throat again, cupping his balls with my free hand. With my lips at the base of his cock I let my throat close a little around his shaft, tensing and relaxing my throat’s grip while still holding the gag-inducing part high. It’s not an easy skill, but when I can pull it off it’s something he really appreciates. Then again, he appreciates when I do gag probably just as much.

He stomps his foot lightly beside me and I know he’s struggling to keep his composure. I smirk wickedly around the base of his cock and then tighten my lips around him as I pull all the way up and back down, popping my pursed lips over his frenulum again and again as I pump my mouth over the ridge of his cock.

I start rocking my body back and forth, fucking my fingers and rubbing my clit with my palm while I pump his cock with my mouth and jerk him off, picking up the pace. I remove my hand from his shaft occasionally to move my mouth down to the base, taking him deep inside my throat.

I feel myself begin to orgasm and I moan around his cock. I muffle my noises by taking him deep down my throat once again and I hum a base note as I moan, vibrating his cock, which is now close to my vocal cords. As I cum, my pussy tightens around my fingers and I continue to hum and rock back and forth thoroughly fucking him with my throat and mouth. I reach a finger under his balls and apply pressure up on his taint and prostate. He’s still totally silent while Dave continues talking. He suddenly reaches around the back of the monitor and yanks the power plug fiercely, ending the video call just in time to let out a guttural groan that’s half growl. His cum shoots and then flows into my mouth, warm and wet and so delicious.

“Mmm” I moan, satisfied as my orgasm recedes and my pussy pulses and then relaxes around my fingers.

I look up at him as I lift up his pants, holding them at his knees until he’s ready to take them and pull them up. Daddy doesn’t look *quite* as grumpy anymore.

“You really should take a break from working sometimes,” I say as I crawl backwards out from under the desk. I adjust my skirt back down over my thighs and smooth the fabric. “Enjoy your tea, darling.”

Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/84vox9/tea_service_part_13