The office is empty. Nothing but the sound of my keyboard rattling as my fingertips strike the keys. I’m almost finished my work, reaching the ever nearer deadline.
She’s sat opposite me that beautiful red hair flowing around her face, that skin so soft, cheeks a soft pink. I notice the lip being bitten, “You ok?” I ask, pausing from my work, gazing over the monitor. “I’m good, just want you to finish” she replied. “I’m sorry baby, I’m almost done, honest.” I reply, immediately resuming my work.
What feels like an age passes, the music in the room bouncing off the walls and I hear a foreign sound. I glance over the monitor again, those cheeks of hers now a flushed red, lip being bitten more. I move my seat and look down the side of the monitor and see her arm down going down her body but the desk blocks my view. “I know what you’re doing, but I can’t help just yet” I say. My chick dick’s clit responding to the sight and sound.
The sound of the chair moving on the plastic, the desk banging as she hits her hip against the corner. She uses her left hand to brush her hair away from her face as she walks to my desk, right hand rising to my face. I can see her fingers covered in her juices, she puts them to my lips and I can smell her sweet juices.
My right hand moves from the mouse on the desk, and taking hold of her wrist, I take the offered fingers into my mouth. My clit growing beneath the desk, the workload is lessening, only a few things left to do, but damn.
“Baby, I’m seriously almost done. I need to focus, if I miss this deadline, I’ve to pay those people tomorrow.” She retracts her fingers, those painted nails lightly scratching my lips as she walks off. “That’s fine, I’m going to get a drink” she says, leaving the office heading towards the kitchen.
I re-tuck myself beneath the desk while she’s out. I hate being a pre-hormone and op transbian, knowing she identifies as a lesbian. But the love I have for her is unquestionable.
“Finished!” I squeel, pushing myself back in my chair, only noticing she’s not back in the room when there’s no reply and my voice bounces back to my ears.
I log out and walk towards the kitchen, the door to the adjoining room still open. As the room opens up in my vision, she’s on the meeting room table, feet hanging over the edge, her left arm beneath her, right arm with her head against it with her eyes closed, mouth open slightly. I can’t help but question what I’m seeing. What if the boss walks in, or anyone else for that matter? Throwing all reservations aside, two strides and I’m behind her and I can now see one finger inside her as she teases that ass with another.
I lightly smack an ass cheek as I sink to my knees, and she giggles. I love that giggle.
My nose presses against her asshole, a position I’m happy for it to be, given she’s just been teasing it. I use my thumbs to open her lips a little wider as I sink my tongue as far into her as I can, my thumbs moving, one to her clit, one to her ass, I do my girlfriendly duty.
I hear her moaning, the moan sounding louder as it bounces off painted walls, nothing to dampen the sound bar the table, some chairs and our bodies. I feel her fingers combing my hair as they get purchase of my head, and she pulls me in further. I oblige and moan in appreciation.
Clearly that was enough. I feel her squirt against my chin and I have to move quick before this is wasted. My lips forming a seal around her pussy, I swallow the last of her, my tongue now flicks for her clit. That tiny cute little clit, hidden beneath folds of skin. I know I can get it though, my thumbs pull the hood of skin back and I feel it against my tongue. I moan again, I can feel my tongue vibrating against her, as she moves me in again, this time a little cum comes out, but I swallow that nevertheless.
I move my thumb from her ass, running it between those wet lips, pressing slightly inside her getting it a little wetter and begin pressing against her ass. Just as she relaxes against my thumb, she cums again. This time, I’m swallowing for dear life.
This isn’t normal.
Am I swallowing a 4 pint of milk here? I’ve never done that challenge, but she’s still going!
I hope we don’t get any on the carpet…
…isn’t there a meeting tomorrow?
My mind going crazy, as she screams out my name.
Shit! I really hope someone’s not upstairs, they’ll hear this! Fucking listed buildings!
Her fingers loosen on my hair, my mouth finally empties. I move away from her, her clit enlarged from the sucking, my thumb inside her ass. “I didn’t think you’d stop then!” I laugh. Listening out for anyone above.
Nope, no movement. Everyone has clearly gone home then.
She slowly shifts on the table, my thumb still inside her. “Take your thumb out” she says softly, spotting her face crease with a little wince. Not noticable, but I saw it.
“I’m sorry” I reply.
She shakes her head, laughing. “It’s fine, but it’s your turn now”. She slowly sits up, I’m conscious of my thumb, but a wipe of it on my skirt and I’m done.
“Where do you want me, or need me?” I ask, my knees hurting now, as I look up at her. The hair now a little messy, her once pink cheeks are now a rose red. I can’t help but notice how beautiful she is, my heart beating fast already from being in work doing this.
“I want you on the table now” she says, helping me up from the floor.
Standing fully, she pushes my shoulders down, my hands resting on the wood as she lifts the back of my skirt. “Can I help you?” I whisper. “Nope” comes the reply.
I feel her fingers pull my panties aside, “hold”. Obeying, and holding my panties, I feel her fingers between my ample ass cheeks.
I lean further forward as the fingers find what they were seeking.
I relax, pressing back against her as my shoulders lower. Her fingers enter me as she smacks my ass. The sound reverberating off all walls. I’m sure that went up through the building. “You dirty girl! Why are you wet?” that soft accented voice asks from behind me.
“Because Mistress, you moaning and cumming made”, I moan as she finds my P/G spot, “me wet” I finish.
Another smack, this time fingers move the remainder of my panty, my chick dick falling from the tucked privacy of my knickers. “Put your leg on the table” she orders. As my leg lifts, I feel her hair tickling my thigh, her soft fingertips grab my abnormally sized clit, and I feel hot breath before I feel her suck, that tongue flicking over me. I moan loudly, fuck whoever’s in the building now.
I drop to the table, letting it hold me, one foot on the floor still, but she’s got me, ass and clit. I feel her start to fuck my ass, as she sucks harder on my clit.
She never takes more than just my clit in her mouth. We agreed those boundaries.
Just as I feel myself building up, her lips let go. My clit swings beneath me, as she softly blows cold air against my exposed clit. “Fuck no baby” I moan. Her fingers still pounding away as her tongue fetches me back inside her mouth. I feel myself cumming, and she takes it. I didn’t think she would, but she’s drinking my juices.
My head falls against the table, my leg quivering beneath me, my body shaking as I climax inside her mouth.
Soon she removes her fingers, and I hear her walk out of the room, running water and I hear the pump of liquid soap. Bless her, she’s as bad as me with hygiene, I think to myself, letting out a little giggle.
“Was that good for you?” comes the voice from the kitchen. I can’t talk, so I just moan into the desk. My hair possibly muffling me, but who cares?
Those tiny feet walk back into the room, as she smacks my ass again. “Sort yourself out, you look a mess” she says.
“Yes Mistress. I’m sorry” my hand immediately pulling my panties back over my ass, my clit still hanging freely. I finally push myself up off the table, glancing at where I was just laying, eyes darting around for marks, bodily fluids anything to indicate whats just happened.
Nope, just can smell us both. Phew.
I stand properly and feel the skirt crease on my ass. As I’m reaching for it, she’s already corrected it for me.
“Lets go home, shall we?” she asks. “I’m not done with your pussy just yet” she giggles, as she tiptoes to kiss me, her hands holding my breasts, as I hold her hips. I can taste myself on her.
I nod, “Yes Mistress, just need to close up the office before we leave.” I head for my office, and do a little dance of tucking my clit back into my knickers as I step away. “Hurry up then” she sighs, “I’ve waited long enough already.” I turn and give her a cheeky wink and smile, and watch her bend over to pick up her clothes, smiling back.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/a3yk0b/after_work