Christening the New Office [FM]

M has asked for my perspective on last night ; I’ll do what I can!

We’ve had 2 (I think?) play evenings where he’s been at his office after hours and I position myself under the desk and go down on him whilst he works. He’s just moved into a new office… what better way to christen it? Previous sessions have been about 2 hours (with a moment or two for me to nap on the floor at his feet, haha!), and I think this was about the same length.

One of his fantasies was for me to watch a video of a porn actress he likes giving head and try to mimic it… she’s stunning and sexy as fuck (gosh, that smile…) so I enjoy watching her videos. It was tricky but fun to try and watch a video and follow along! I followed 3 which took about 45 minutes, then started on a video from a different girl, whilst he was typing and writing and murmuring about numbers and figures.

I’ll be honest… there’s something about having his cock in my mouth with him typing away and working as if nothing abnormal is happening. It’s HOT. But that moment when he finally gives up and just focuses on what I’m doing… oh, the joy.

What I enjoyed about following along for that first hour was that it was almost like a game… I like games! And it was fun to give yourself a pat on the back when you managed to match things properly! What I didn’t enjoy as much was that at points it felt mechanical, rather than the feeling I usually get from giving head – getting lost in the pleasure of the sensation of him in mouth. Just taking my time and enjoying the touch, taste and sound of him. Which is exactly what I did when that last video finished; I enjoyed him purely for the sake of my own enjoyment, playing, tasting, touching; wanting to hear him moan.

For the second hour that’s just how I continued… though we had a moment to have a well needed conversation about me having zero issue with how long it takes for him to come; I ENJOY it, and want him to feel good rather than pressured to come within a certain time frame. Tasting, touching, stroking, listening to him, trying to follow both his guidance and my own instincts.

He started to get close to coming, and, as he explained later, he sometimes plateaus when I’m trying to please him this way. When this happens I try to negotiate between following his lead, my own pleasure, and reality.

When I come, from masturbation or another, the hardest orgasms come from the slowest builds; not necessarily edging (though this works too), but from building verrrry very slowly, so that you hang on that crest of orgasm for as long as possible before you finally tip over the edge. I think M reacts to/appreciates a similar method… which makes me so happy to watch.

I have a fringe, so when I’m under the desk and look up at M, I can’t really see his eyes. Once he gave up on working I was able to push his chair back and kneel up to give myself more of a range of movement. Being on my knees between his legs gave me that extra little bit of height to be able to make eye contact; being able to see his face and reaction as he’s right on the edge, that NEED… fuck, there’s nothing like it. It’s beautiful and HOT and open, all at the same time. I can’t work out a way to express just how arousing that eye contact and unrestrained need is.

He hung on that edge for maybe 15 minutes, pulsing up and down between being RIGHT there and just below. When he gets this worked up it’s easier to feel the difference in his cock; he’s HARD, he’s THICK, and it feels… amazing. Watching his face and his climb to orgasm is… pretty goddamn magical. To know that you’re the cause of pleasure in that person really gets me.

When he came it was wonderful to feel and watch, seeing he face and feeling him pulse and heading his pleasure. I can’t stop thinking about when he was sitting on that edge though… the raw, uninhibited look on his face, the almost-too-much expression, the way he looked at me.

We chatted later and he gave me his impression of the evening; the best thing I took away from it was his explanation of ‘variety’. I don’t have a cock (just as he doesn’t have a cunt!) so when he explains what certain things do/don’t do for him it makes me really happy; I want to do my best for him. I’d been feeling conflicted between his requests for variety and consistency (M, I mean my interpretation of your requests for ‘DON’T stop doing that’, and me thinking that’s the main thing I should do), and this helped me get a bigger picture of things (I hope!). I’ve tried to follow his guidance up until now as to what he likes/enjoys, but communication will always be fallible and my understanding of a word can be completely different to his. I love getting his ‘feedback’; nothing makes me happier than him telling me I’ve done well.

After, I relished the feeling/sound of him coming down; breathing heavily and giving me praise. I held onto his leg and put my cheek on his thigh, and I was in my happy place; feeling appreciated and loved and looked after.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/elt6f2/christening_the_new_office_fm