Nate lounged in his chair with one hand in his pocket. His eyes glanced over the document he held, scanning for keywords and numbers. Most of it was meaningless to him. He had returned from lunch not long before and was just beginning to focus again. His figures were down this month, so he was concerned about putting some more effort in. He leaned forward and put the page down. He pulled his keyboard towards him and felt for the keys with his fingers. He typed quickly.
A buzz from his pocket caught Nate’s attention but he kept typing. Probably just Ellen checking up on him. He kept typing for a few more minutes. He pulled his sleeve over his watch and checked the time. It was 13:42. He moved his hands back to the keyboard but hesitated. Leaning back, he reached into his pocket and took out his phone. He swiped away a meaningless notification and read the preview of the text Ellen had sent him.
*Hey, you busy? Xx*, it said.
*Not really, but there’s enough to do.* He typed. *Can’t wait to get home*.
He slid his phone back into his pocket and resumed his work. A moment later, there was another buzz.
*I’m still in bed xx*
Nate smiled and raised his eyes to see what his colleagues were doing. He worked with two girls in their twenties. Both were brunette, but Melanie had blonde highlights. Hannah, who sat across from Nate, had her head resting on her fist as she read something.
*Still sleepy?* Xx, he sent. A minute went by.
*Not really*
His heart pounded for a second. What had he done wrong? He started to type, but another text came through.
*Just feeling horny*
Nate smirked as he felt relief wash over him, following by a hot flush.
*I’ll be back later. You could warm yourself up…*
*Oh, I am doing. I’m so wet*
Nate let out a breath.
*I wish I was there now. I wish your hand was mine*
*I do too. I want to feel you inside me, I want to feel all of you. It’s been too long*
*I know, and I can’t wait to make up for it tonight*
*Fuck yes, choke me, slap me, I want you to use me*
Fuck. Nate gasped aloud. He felt himself get hard and he shifted his position. He rolled his shoulders and coughed. His eyes met Hannah’s for a second, and he looked back to his phone.
*I’m going to hold you down on my dick until you can’t breathe, until you’re begging for air, and then I’m going to fuck your throat hard*
*I want to suck the cum from your tip drop by drop. I want you to ram into my throat so hard that I choke. I want you to make me spit all over your balls and then force me to lick it off*
Nate sensed Hannah leave her seat but didn’t take his eyes away from Ellen’s words.
*Put your fingers in your mouth, touch the back of your throat*, he sent. *Gag on them*
There was no response for a time, and Hannah came around to Nate’s desk. He put the phone facedown on the table and covered his crotch with his wrist. Her eyes glanced around but she didn’t seem to notice, he hoped. She said something but he couldn’t focus on it. He shook his head and asked her to repeat it. He thought of Ellen’s body writhing on the sheets. Hannah said something about a brew and Nate just told her no. She laughed and made a small joke and turned and left.
*Tell me mor*e
*I want you to cover your fingers in your spit and rub it into your pussy, all over your clit*
*Nate why aren’t you here*
He laughed and groaned quietly. He squeezed his dick and rubbed the length of it. He closed his eyes and breathed through his mouth.
*I’m dying here. I need you right now*
*Come*
*Later. Don’t tire yourself out* ?
Nate locked his phone and put it in his pocket. He couldn’t take his hand off his dick. He bit his lip and dug his nails into his leg.
Nate’s watch showed 17:26. He pulled his sleeve back over it and reached overhead to hold the rail. The train shuddered and Nate was budged by a short man in a blue suit. He shoved back slightly and took his phone out. There were a few messages from Ellen, and one picture. Nate looked around, and saw no one looking his way. He kept his phone below the wall of suits around him and opened the conversation. Her texts were angry, whining, and sulking, but the picture was all he wanted to see. He opened it after one last look around.
Her body was centre-frame, the photo taken from over her left shoulder. She lay on her back on the white sheets, her knees raised, and her hand between her legs. Her fingers were visible, the middle two touching her clit. Her skin looked so smooth and pale. Her arm lay across her stomach, and pressed her breasts together. Her cleavage looked shiny with a layer of sweat. Her nipples were hard. In the very corner, Nate could see the choker around her neck. He shook his head and swayed.
He put his phone back in his pocket and gripped his erection. He pulled it against his leg to stop it standing out. He began to sweat. He undid the top few buttons on his shirt and loosened his tie. He checked his watch again. 17:27.
Nate took out his keys and searched for the right one. He found it, gripped the base, and pushed it into the slot of the keyhole. He twisted it and let himself in. He dropped his keys onto a table and shut the door with his foot. On one knee, he untied his laces and removed his black, leather shoes.
He took the button of his left sleeve and began to work it loose as he ascended the stairs. He could feel his heart pounding against his ribs. He took short, shallow breaths. Undoing the button, Nate rolled his sleeve back above his elbow, folding it back into a messy bunch. He moved onto the other sleeve as he entered the bedroom.
Ellen was there, lying on her stomach on the bed, facing the door. She had a small smile on her face, which widened to show her teeth as Nate entered. She was wearing a long t-shirt that stopped at the top of her thighs. One leg was bent up. Her hair sat in loose curls and tumbled along the side of her face.
Nate smiled when he saw her and his pulse raced. He looked away as he unbuttoned the other sleeve but met her gaze as he rolled it up. Ellen twisted and left the bed, sauntering closer to Nate. He saw her breasts move freely underneath her top, saw the nipples graze the fabric.
“Let me help,” she said, kneeling. As Nate started to unbutton his waistcoat, Ellen began to work on his belt buckle. She looked at it hungrily as she sucked in air through clenched teeth. The metal clanged as the belt released, and she slid it out from the loops. “We might need this later,” she said, smirking.
Nate threw off his waistcoat and reached for his tie. Ellen undid his trousers and pulled them down with his boxers in one motion. Nate’s hard cock flicked off the waistband and bounced for a moment before it rested on Ellen’s cheek. She smiled with her eyes closed, opened her mouth, pulled her head back, and guided the tip in with her tongue. She slowly took him inch by inch, and opened her eyes to stare into his at about half way. He gasped as his eyes rolled back. The feeling of her hot, wet mouth around him was so satisfying. She pulled back, her lips stopping at the ridge of his head, and then took him deeper. He felt the back of her throat for a moment before she began a slow, steady rhythm. Her right hand traced up his thigh and gripped the back of it, whilst her left hand fondled his balls, cupping them and twisting loosely. Nate reached for her head and caressed the back of it. He wove his fingers through her hair, and gripped a fistful to use as leverage as he started thrusting with her motion. They were in time, and she took him deep. He felt his dick push into her tight throat and heard her gag on it. She moved her hand and slid her mouth along his length, taking him all the way, shaking her head slightly as her lips pressed into the base. He held her there and gasped and moaned.
“Good girl,” he panted. “That’s fucking amazing.”
She withdrew quickly and breathed deeply. There was a devilish smile on her face as she looked at him. She spat ropes onto his dick and began to toss him off. She sucked the first few inches, her mouth in tandem with her hand, twisting and pulling and pushing. She pulled back, slurping on all the saliva, before spitting it back and starting again.
Nate pulled off his tie and wrapped it around her neck. He took both strands in one hand and twisted it around his fist, making it taut. He pulled and tightened, and Ellen stopped. He thrusted to the back of her throat and pulled his cock out. She breathed with her mouth wide, and he went back in. He fucked the shallow part of her mouth, just feeling the contact of her lips and tongue. She adjusted her knees and arched her back to change the angle of her throat. He took his other hand and held the top of her head still as he fucked her throat, his tip pushing through roughly as it tightened up at the back. She made noise with every thrust. She retched and he pushed his whole length in. Her hands squeezed at his sides as he held her there, muttering affirmations to her. He moved his cock back and forth about an inch, fucking the very back of her throat. The wet sounds coming from her throat made his dick tense up harder inside her.
He released her and pulled his cock back, dropping the tie. He stood a moment, panting, watching her chest rise and fall as she stared at his wet dick. He leaned down and took her face into his hand, lifting her face to meet his eyes. She looked at him meekly and he slapped her, grabbed her face again, and kissed her. Her lips were wet and puffy, and her mouth was full of spit. They pushed their tongues together and kissed messily. He pulled back and pulled her top up. She lifted her arms and it came over her head easily. He tossed it somewhere and squeezed her boobs. He used his thumbs to play with her nipples.
“You like that?” Nate said, pushing her back down. “Are you going to be my little slut?”
“Yes,” she breathed.
“You gonna be a good girl and make me cum?”
“Please…”
“More.”
“Please!”
He stood back up and put his cock to her mouth, and she sucked on it vigorously. She worked the shaft with both hands, stopping occasionally to spit on it to make it wet. She varied with deep and shallow, hands on his balls or his dick. Sometimes he just used her hands, breathing with her mouth open. She spat onto her tits and let it drip down her cleavage or over her nipples. As she worked on him, he unbuttoned his shirt and left it open. Nate’s dick felt sensitive, and it started throbbing. He felt waves of pleasure pulsing around his body and he gripped Ellen’s head.
“I’m gonna cum,” he gasped.
She assumed a quick rhythm, one hand on his balls and one on his cock, forefinger and thumb forming a seal with her lips. She took him to the back of her throat and to returned to the tip rapidly, rhythmically, and Nate moaned with every motion. The pleasure built and built, and he let out one final gasp as he tensed up. His shot his cum onto the back of her throat, and the second load just went straight down. She continued some small movements to drain the cum from him, squeezing it out with her mouth. Overly sensitive, Nate tried to pull back, but she held him and kept sucking, staring into his eyes. His breathing was quick and shallow, and his cock was almost painful. Eventually, she let him pull out and he gasped again. She held it and rubbed, squeezing out one last drop, which she licked away.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/9sqc1u/coming_home_from_work_part_1