I’d quit wearing bras a long time ago; they were needlessly uncomfortable, despite being sexy. Besides… there was something satisfying about looking down to see my small tits bounce under my shirt as I walked, or being able to finger my nipples when I found a moment alone.
I’d texted you that morning, whining about how badly I needed a release, so I was only halfway shocked when you pulled me into your office on my way to mine. I grinned up at you as you pushed me back against the wall—working in the same building as my husband certainly has its perks.
“Hi,” I murmured as you pushed a stray strand of hair out of my face.
“Hey baby.” You leaned down to kiss me, your hand sliding from my hip down to my thigh. “Did you wear this dress just for me?”
“Always.” I’d desperately hoped that you’d have enough time to use me that morning. You usually did, but things had been busy… I hadn’t felt your cock in me before making my way into work in a week, and the days weren’t nearly as enjoyable if I didn’t start them with you inside of me.
“I’m sorry things have been so busy, Princess, but I promise I’ll make it up to you.” You kissed my lips softly and slid them down my neck, all the while pulling up my dress to get a hand on my inner thigh.
“Mmmm…” I closed my eyes, enjoying the the feeling of your lips on the sensitive skin of my neck. “How’s that?”
“Well…” Your hand made its way further up my thigh, not quite to my pussy but close enough that I nearly felt the need to beg. “For starters, I’m about to fill you with my cum, and I know my little slut loves that.” You kissed over my bare chest, just above the neckline that showed just enough skin to still be relatively modest. “But I feel bad that I haven’t been around, so maybe I’ll get up early enough to wake you up to my tongue between your legs?” As you finished your sentence, you finally let your hand slide between my legs and I gasped as you rubbed my soaking wet pussy through my panties. I’d wanted you all morning, and now I was so close to having you.
I nodded, moaning quietly as you rubbed my clit with your thumb. I wanted you to rip my panties off and take me right then, but i knew you well enough to know that wouldn’t be the case. “I’d love that.”
I knew what you wanted; I knew you loved seeing me down on my knees, gazing up at you with my big, blue eyes, my pink lips rapped around your cock. I sank down and unfastened your belt, unzipped your pants, and you at shimmied down your underwear to let your cock out for me. I ran my tongue from the shaft all the way up to the head before letting your cock slide into my mouth. You were never rough with me while I was on my knees; you liked watching me bob my head, doing the work purely for your pleasure. And in all honesty, I enjoyed it too… how you’d inhale a bit sharper when I’d suddenly take as much of your length as I could handle. I loved the way you’d hold my hair away from my face while I tried to make you cum.
Of course, you never let me finish you there either, because you thought there was only one place appropriate for your cum to land, and it was never down my throat.
You pulled me back to my feet and kissed the lips that had just managed to make you moan, and then led me to the couch that sat in your office. I had started to believe you’d bought it purely for us and not so much for the comfort of anyone that just happened to stop by.
Before pulling me into your lap, you pulled my panties down over my ass and held my hand while I stepped out of them. I straddled you and bit my lip as I felt your dick pressed against my pussy. It’d be so easy for it to slide in right now, for you to take me right there.
You didn’t, though. Not yet. You kissed me hungrily and pulled down my shirt to reveal my tits, cupping them both with your hands. You pulled on my nipples, just hard enough to get me to moan against your lips, and then kissed, sloppy and wet, down my neck and chest before taking one nipple into your mouth. The way you moved your tongue was intoxicating and I wanted nothing more than to reach down and guide your dick into me, but I knew you, and oh how I knew I’d be punished when we made it home if I did.
Before i would’ve even had the opportunity, though, you laid me back against the couch and got down on the floor yourself. You pushed up my dress and spread my legs wide, immediately followed by your tongue on my clit, and I covered my mouth with my hand to keep from moaning too loud. You never failed to eat me during our time together, and I wasn’t sure if it was because of the sounds your tongue enticed from my lips or because you knew the moment your head went between my legs, I was helpless to whatever you wanted me to do.
Your tongue circled my clit before making its way to the bottom of my pussy. You licked me all the way up, slowly, letting me feel every bit of your tongue on me. You’d get a little faster, letting your tongue sink deeper between my pussy lips with every lick. Just as my legs had started to shake, you sucked on my clit and pushed a finger inside of me, now moving your tongue light and fast. I grabbed onto my tits and played with my hard nipples, my legs shaking even harder now.
You grabbed my panties off of the couch and balled them up in one hand, and put me on my knees with the other. I held myself up with my hands against the back of the couch and rested my cheek in between them. You stood behind me, the head of your cock against my pussy. “Beg for it, baby.”
“Please, sir I’ll do anything. Please fuck me. Please.”
I felt you slide the head in, and I bit down on my lip hard. “Little bit more, Princess.”
“Please,” I whined. “Please fuck me. Please, I need your dick inside of me, sir.”
Before you did anything else, you grabbed hold of my hair and pulled my neck back to be able to shove my panties into my mouth, sufficiently gagging me well enough to muffle my moans. I could just barely see you smirking, pleased at the sight of me begging for you to use me.
You slid your dick into me slowly, inch by inch, and I let my eyes roll back as you filled me up. Even to this day, for as long as we’d been together, no one filled me up the way you did, and there had never been a time that i didn’t relish that first moment during our time together that you’d push yourself into me.
You pushed in and out of me, slowly at first, still holding onto my hair. I loved the way it felt—I loved how deep you could get your cock into me, and I loved that there was just an edge of pain along with the pleasure. I loved feeling it disappear into me over and over again, harder and faster with each thrust of your hips.
You’d started fucking me so hard that I wasn’t sure if my panties were muffling my moans as much as you’d hoped for. You pulled out of me long enough to get me on my back and spread my legs wide—and immediately plowed into me again, your thumb on my clit and eyes glued to my tits as the bounced.
My favorite moment next to that first time your cock filled me up was the last few thrusts before you’d cum in me. You’d thrust hard, slow, and suddenly I’d feel my pussy overflow with your warm cum.
You pulled out of me and pulled up your pants, satisfied, but I could see you watching the white liquid spill out of my pussy. I pulled my panties out of my mouth and pulled them over my legs before too much trickled free— there was something I loved about walking around in my panties stained with your cum for the rest of the day. I was yours; it seemed appropriate.
I straightened my clothes and stood, and you pulled me to you, kissing my cheek gently. The corner of your lip lifted arrogantly. “Did you cum, baby?”
I shook my head no, although you already knew.
You took my chin between your thumb and forefinger, kissing me again. “I’ll fix that when i get home tonight, hm? I love you, try to have a good day at work.”
You loved doing this to me—fucking me enough to leave me wanting more. You swatted my ass as I left through your office door, giving me one more peck on the lips.
As I walked to my office, content with the feeling of your cum still leaking out into my panties, i couldn’t help imagining myself in the restraints I’d found hidden in your nightstand, and wondered if that was what I’d be getting when you got home that evening.
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