His hand clamped over my mouth as I moaned, his mouth against my ear as he whispered, “You better be quiet, whore, or I won’t let you come.”
I bit my lip, and his hand moved to my throat, holding me in place as he fucked me from behind. I could feel myself spiraling, the pressure in my lower abdomen building as he reached around me to rub my clit slowly. My moans became breathy to my own ears, my breathing shallow and fast as he whispered, “The client needs these files by Tuesday, so they need to be sent to the sales department by Friday afternoon.”
I blinked rapidly and looked around the room, trying to see if anyone noticed my lapse in attention. The boardroom was reasonably quiet and dark, all of us sitting around the table as my boss droned on about different accounts in front of his PowerPoint. People occasionally turned to their neighbors and asked a clarifying question or two. No one was looking at me. I was safe, for now. I rested my elbow on the cool surface of the table, and placed my fist under my chin. I avoided looking to my left, since that’s how my boardroom fantasy started in the first place.
He had taken his seat next to me before the meeting started, smiling at me as he said, “I’m sure this will be absolutely titillating.”
I laughed, tilting my head to the side slightly in a nodding motion, “It always is.”
I tried really hard to focus as my boss started his presentation. I got as far as, “Hello all, thank you for coming,” before zoning out completely. Jack took great pride in his ability to make a PowerPoint presentation, so I’m sure he would be emailing it out to the group later this afternoon. I was safe when it came to any information that was missed.
I felt a hand on my arm, and I took a deep breath as I turned my head slightly to the left. “Hmm?”
“We lost you there for a second, didn’t we? Are you alright?”
I shrugged. If he wanted an honest answer, I wasn’t all right. My clit was throbbing, I could feel the wet spot on my panties, and the hand on my arm wasn’t helping anything. I crossed my legs before responding, “Fine. Just… y’know… fascinated by this.”
He nodded. I looked down at the hand that was still resting on my arm, willing it to turn into a gripped hand that might leave a slight bruise, but instead he lowered it bashfully. We turned our attention back to Jack, and I leaned father back in my seat, pressing my thighs together under the table. The motion caused a bit of air to flow up my skirt, and the cool air felt so good on my over-heated, sensitive flesh. I shifted a bit more on the seat, causing the skirt of my dress to slip upwards on my thigh a bit more.
I heard him clear his throat next to me, and I looked over my shoulder to jokingly tell him that faking a medical emergency wouldn’t get him out of this meeting when I saw where he was looking. Following his eye line, I realized he was staring at my thigh. More specifically, the small patch of bare thigh where my thigh-high ended and the hem of my dress began. As I was shifting around, trying to marginally relieve the ache between my thighs, my skirt shifted up a bit too high. Embarrassed, I started moving to pull it down, when a wicked thought came over me. How many times had I fantasized about this? How many times did I lie awake in bed, thinking about fucking him in the break room or blowing him under his desk? Instead of pulling it down, I leaned towards my right more, placing my arm on the armrest, and giving him more of skin to look at.
I’d be lying if I said I didn’t want him to get a better view of the tights I was wearing, either. The thigh-highs were pretty: black lace at the top to match the dark shade of the nylon. They stood out against my fair skin. When I first got them, I sat in front of my mirror in nothing but them and touched myself. I watched as the material stretched and flexed over my skin as I rubbed my sensitive flesh.
At this point, I was so wet that I could feel moisture on my thighs. Before I could stop myself, I looked over at him. His eyes moved up to my face, and – although I could tell his cheeks were slightly pink – his eyes were narrowed slightly. The glow of the presentation from the front of the room cast shadows on his face awkwardly, but I had imagined this look on his face so many times before. He usually wore it as I imagined him gagging me with his cock.
I sat up a bit straighter and pulled my skirt down, letting my hands rest on my thighs for a second before putting them on the table. I needed to collect myself before the lights were flicked back on, so I breathed slowly through my nose as I forced myself to look at the screen. By the time the meeting ended, I had basically pulled myself together. All I knew was that I needed to find the nearest bathroom as soon as possible.
Everyone started filtering out of the room once we were released, chatting about what we needed to get done and how it was going to get divided. I sighed, listening to them. Tonight would be another late night at the office getting files ready, and I was just glad that it was a Friday. Internally, I smirked as I imagined the last time I had stayed late and fucked myself at my desk. The fantasy was a good one: I’ve used it multiple times since then while trying to get myself off. No orgasm had been as intense as the one I had at my desk, though. The office had been silent, except for my loud moans, and my leg on the armrest as I ground my clit against my fingertips.
As predicted, Jack’s presentation came through that afternoon, and I read through to see exactly what I needed to get done. I spent the rest of the day working through a proposal, and by the time I looked at the clock again, it was after 6:00. People had started leaving around 4, so the office was pretty much empty except for Janet, him, and me.
Goddamnit, Janet. Go home.
As if she could hear me, she started gathering up her things, looking up as she put on her coat. She smiled, “You need to go home. This stuff will still be here on Monday.”
I shrugged as she crossed toward the exit, “I will. Enjoy your weekend.”
We waved, and the door shut behind her. I looked across the room to his desk, but a witty comment about working late died on my lips when I saw his face. He looked… intense. Furious wasn’t the right word for it, but it had the same kind of focused intensity.
Having never seen that face before, I quickly looked back at the file sitting in front of me. In an effort to organize the papers for myself, I began grouping them together to get stapled. As I went to bind them together, I heard the distinct “click” of a stapler that was empty. I rolled my eyes and stood, crossing the room to the supply closet in search of tiny shards of metal. I looked along the shelves at eye-level before spotting them on a shelf that was too high for me to reach. I’m not very tall, so dealing with high shelving was a part of my daily life. I stretched high above me and moved onto my tippy-toes, my dress riding up again as the door swung open.
I looked back over my shoulder at him, standing in the doorway. I immediately lowered my arms, and the skirt fluttered back down over my legs.
“Need a hand?” he asked, his head tilted slightly as I nodded sheepishly.
“Yeah – it’s too – I’m too short for this.” I laughed nervously, gesturing above my head to punctuate my statement.
Instead of responding, he moved forward and placed one hand on the shelf next to my waist, reaching over my head to the staples. My breath caught in my throat: if I moved forward, even slightly, I would be pressed against him. I never realized how he towered over me, making me feel small. I was trapped in this space, and my heart began beating faster in my chest. I needed to get home and rip off my clothing.
I looked up at him as he lowered his arm, staples in hand. He looked over my face, searching for something. He must have found what he was looking for, because he moved his hand onto my waist as he put the staples on a lower shelf.
“Do you want this? Once I start, I don’t think I’ll be able to stop.” God, could he be any nicer? Yes, I want you to fuck me in a storage closet. I want you to fuck me so hard that the legal pads fall off of their shelving.
“Please.” I pressed my body against his, nearly moaning at the contact. He reached the staple-free hand into my hair and pulled on it, hard, forcing my face to tilt up towards him. He kissed me and I let out a breathy moan, running my hand into his hair as I kissed back.
Abruptly, he spun me around so that I was facing away from him. “Put your hands on the lower shelf.”
I quickly complied, leaning forward slightly to do so. I pressed my ass against his crotch, grinding against it under the pretense of getting settled in my new position. I heard him laugh behind me.
“I know what you’re doing, and I’m not going to play nicely if you can’t control yourself.”
“Then don’t play nicely.” I wiggled against him again before deliberately and slowly rolling my hips into his lap. He breathed out a curse behind me, and I pushed back into him again.
“You fucking tease. Do you know what I do to cock teases like you?” He gripped my hips, thrusting forward to emphasize his point. He slid his hands upward, gripping my tits over my clothing. I arched into his hands, aching for more friction. I was actually dying to know what he did to cock teases, so I took one of his hands and sucked his finger into my mouth. I looked back at him and pulled it out slowly, running the tip of my tongue over it as it slid out.
His eyes narrowed and he let out a breath, pushing his hips forward to press his erection against my ass. “I fuck their little whore mouths.”
As embarrassing as this is, I moaned loudly. I could feel the tops of my thighs getting slippery, and I moved my hand down towards my pussy.
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”
His voice startled me, and I paused in my pursuit. I looked up at him shyly, my mouth open in a little “O”.
“I was going to touch myself.”
“Did I say you could touch yourself? Did you ask if you could shove your hand into your panties? No, I don’t think you did. But you couldn’t help yourself, could you?”
I nodded desperately, grinding into his lap again as I moved my hand back to the shelf. I felt him shift behind me, his hands moving under my dress. His fingers moved along the tops of my thigh-highs, and I shivered at the light caressing.
“Do you always wear these?”
“Well, not this exact pair, but—“ His hand slapped my ass, hard.
“Don’t get smart with me… To think, all of this time, you’ve been wearing lingerie under your work clothes. Do you like that? Looking like a slut under your work clothing, teasing me during Jack’s meetings?” As he spoke, he kept running his hand up higher under my dress, his fingertips stopping as they slid over my bare ass. He moved his hands back to the hem, pulling my dress up to see the thong underneath. He groaned as he looked down at my ass, slapping it again.
I wasn’t above begging: “Please touch me. I need your hands on me.”
He moved his hands up farther, his forearms pulling the dress up with them. He pulled the dress up over my head, and in a quick motion, he pulled the cups of my bra under my tits, revealing my nipples to the cold air. He moved his fingers over a nipple and pinched it, moving his other hand to cover my mouth as I let out a loud, breathy moans.
“Be quiet. If you’re too loud, I’ll stop.”
I bit my lip as he moved both hands to my chest, teasing my nipples as I pushed back against him uselessly. I arched my back again, pushing against his hands, dropping my head forward as I gripped the shelf desperately.
As he moved his hand into my panties, I couldn’t help myself. I moaned loudly again.
Suddenly, all friction was gone. He wasn’t touching me any more. He spun me around and wove his fingers into my hair, gripping it painfully.
“What did I tell you?”
“Please – I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to. It was an accident. Please.”
He smiled down at me cruelly. “You’re sorry? Prove it.”
He pulled down on my hair, moving me to my knees. “You’re going to suck this cock until I believe that you’re ‘sorry’.”
“Can I touch myself?”
He groaned as he undid his belt and jeans, lowering them along with his boxers. “Do a good job, and I might let you touch yourself.”
I leaned forward, licking the head of his cock gently. I used the tip of my tongue to trace over the shaft of his cock, following the veins that ran up and down it. I looked up at him as I teased him with my tongue, watching him watch me. I reached a hand up to wrap it around him, but he slapped it away, never looking away from what my tongue was doing.
He moaned as I sucked the head into my mouth. I swear to you, I nearly came at the sound of it. I started blowing him earnestly, sucking on him hard as I moved my mouth down the shaft, pressing my tongue flat against it. I moaned as I took him into my throat, gagging around him. I looked up at him again as my lips pressed against the base of his dick, spit dribbling out of my mouth as I tried to take him deeper.
“Touch yourself, you filthy little slut.”
I moved my hand into my panties as I blew him, rubbing my clit as I bobbed on him. His hand stayed in my hair, gripping it as he started thrusting into my mouth. I felt my body tensing, the orgasm beginning to flow over me as he fucked my face. I moaned loudly around his cock, the garbled sound only turning my on more.
“I’m going to cum in this whore mouth of yours,” he groaned, silently asking for my permission to do so. The fact that he asked like this pushed me over the edge. My screams of pleasure were muffled around his cock, my jaw going slack around him as I came.
His head tilted back, eyes closed. I felt the first bit of his hot cum hit the back of my throat, and I resisted the urge to swallow. I wanted him to see me swallowing his cum. I closed my eyes as I rode out the rest of my orgasm, moaning quietly as he came into my mouth. Once he finished, he began pulling back. I looked up at him coyly with the head of his cock in my mouth, and I swallowed. I pulled my head back with a small popping sound.
He smiled down at me, and I smiled back up at him.
I couldn’t wait to come back to work on Monday.
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