Does anyone miss being in the office?
…..from part 1…..
You can feel the tip of his finger circling around inside, almost pushing inside you but not quite. You can feel the pad of his finger, near the palm, rubbing lightly over your clit, pulsing slower now as you recover from cumming. Teasing your entrance, around and around but never quite in, he whispers in your ear, “so wet….” He finally pushes the tip, covered in your slickness, inside you, just a little, just enough to make you want more.
You arch your back, but his hand follows your movement, only giving you a little. “You want me to find that little spot inside?” he breathes into your ear. “Fingers first,” he says, “little girl’s pussy feels so tight, I don’t know if my cock would even fit inside yet.” He dips his fingertip in and out a little faster, palm rubbing your swollen little bud lightly.
“But so wet,” he murmurs, pulling his hand back away, slick with your girl cum. He rubs it over your lower lip, making it wet, then his tongue touches your lip, and he sucks it into his mouth, kissing it. “So wet, I bet we could make it fit,” he says.
……end of part 1………
Running his other hand through your hair, he grips gently, pulling back so that your neck is exposed again. He traces his tongue up from the bottom of your chin to just below your ear, putting his right index finger back down to stroke between your legs, held apart now by his own, standing in front of you. Just the fingertip at first again, opening you slightly, re-wetting it until he can slide his finger up and down against your full length.
He sucks your earlobe into his mouth, starting to tease the entrance to your pussy again, inside the folds, with his fingertip. He pushes in slightly, gently, moving down to bite your neck, but not hard, still holding your head to the right with his other hand. Slowly, he starts moving his finger inside deeper, then out, in longer strokes. He hears you moaning softly again, pushing against his hand, as he pushes a little deeper each time, until again he brushes your clit again with the part of the hand where his finger meets his palm.
“Let’s try a different finger,” he whispers into your ear, as he slowly pulls his index finger back, back, and up to rub, all wet, against your clit. He pauses there for a moment to stroke it up and down with the pad of his finger, then moves back down to tease you again, this time with his middle finger. He moves it around and around, closer until he dips it just inside again, then slowly, a little bit deeper each time. Kissing back down your neck to your chin, up until he almost reaches your lips. Taking his hand away from your head, he runs fingers down to lightly stroke the top of your right breast again, circling around the nipple again.
Finally, his lips meet yours, at the same time lightly brushing his fingers over your nipple, as he slowly slides his middle finger all the way inside you. Breaking the kiss, he softly says, “a little deeper….” Pinching your nipple gently, starting to kiss again, he begins fingering you a little faster, a little harder. Standing in front of you with his arm reaching down, his palm is rubbing over your hard little clit again. He moves his hand up to your shoulder, pushing you back to have you fall back to rest on your hands again.
Never taking his finger from your slick pussy completely, he starts kissing down your neck, to the tops of your breasts, one by one, down the sides, around underneath. Circling closer until he sucks one nipple into his mouth, then the other. Only touching your nipples with his tongue at the moment when he pushes deepest inside. Finally, he kisses down, down, closer to your pussy again. Sitting back in front of you, now at the level where his palm leaves your clit, even though he still strokes in and out with his finger.
He kisses down, down, until his face is back right in front of your clit. He finally pulls his finger out, free, slowly drawing it up again to coat your clit with your juice. He slowly reaches his finger to his lips, licks the tip, then sucks it into his mouth, eyes on yours. “Mmmmm,” he says again, before bending forward to slowly lick once more up your wet slit, from the back all the way up, slowly, until his tongue reaches your clit again. Massaging it in small circles with his tongue, he slowly slides his index finger back inside you.
He hooks his other arm under your leg, up to squeeze your breast again as he licks you, sliding first one finger into you, then the other, getting them both lubricated and wet. Finally, sucking your hard little nub in his mouth again, rolling it under his tongue, he presses gently with both fingers against your tight little entrance. He doesn’t push, but let’s your hips rock slightly, slowly against him. He lets you work his fingers in yourself, teasing you with his tongue, drawing back a little sometimes so you push forward to find his tongue again with your clit, taking him inside a little deeper at the same time.
He pulls back his fingers every so often to rub them up and down against you, getting the sides all wet, sliding one finger back into you, then the other. Making sure that when he returns to push against you with both they are covered with your wetness. Again, he slowly touches you with both, licking you, letting you draw them inside once more. As you take more in, he rotates slightly inside you, to touch more of you inside. In and out, first his fingers are facing down with palm down, then around slowly to face palm up.
He reaches the other hand down to suck his fingers into his mouth, strokes your engorged little clit for a few seconds, licks them again and reaches back up to make your hard nipple wet. Continuing to play with it, his tongue returns to your clit, and his other hand moves to slowly stroke in and out, now palm up. With his fingertips he strokes you inside, back and forth, along that little wall in the front and inside. Searching for that little sensitive spot inside you, he makes a beckoning motion with his fingers as he strokes you, tongue still dancing over your little clit.
“You taste,” he murmurs, flicking his tongue over you, “so sweet.” Pushing his fingers all the way in, stroking you inside, in front on top inside, back out. He moves his hand back from your nipple to massage your sensitive little bud with one finger, saying, “Be a good girl and cum for me again.” He licks his fingers again, moves them back up to your nipple, squeezing your breast gently while his tongue pushes inside that little hood to find your clit again. Then a little more firmly as his thrusts his fingers in and out, a little harder, stopping inside each third or fourth time to stroke that little spot inside.
Your breathing is getting heavier again, mouth drying a little, your eyes flutter open and closed. Your head moves back, then down again toward where he tongues you, but barely seeing when your eyes open. He’s turned on even more watching you, tasting you, feeling you. Every so often, he rests his tongue, kissing around that little spot, but when he does, his thumb takes its place stroking your clit, never leaving it alone, fingers caressing inside.
As you rock a little faster, you whimper a little quicker, he moves a little faster, gets even harder himself. “Good girl,” he encourages you again, “cum all over my fingers this time.” He reaches his other hand down around behind you for a moment, palm on the small of your back, pulling you forward as he thrusts inside with his fingers and french kisses your clit. Down to your ass, squeezing, taking his hand away when you push forward. When you rock backward again, he gives it a sharp little smack. You yelp softly, thrusting your hips back forward to squeeze around his fingers, clapping your hand over your mouth to keep as quiet as you can.
He reaches back up to play with your left nipple this time, so the other doesn’t get too abused and sore, face and fingers moving with your hips as you rock a little faster, harder, feeling the tension growing, needing more, needing release. “Still so tight,” he murmurs, thumb taking over for tongue. “I need you all wet for my cock.” He feels you squeezing his fingers as he moves in and out, back and forth, faster and harder, cupping your whole breast in his hand as he fucks you with his fingers. Your body is tight, tense, electric. He stops thrusting again to rub back and forth inside you, tongue on your clit, hearing you softly moaning, but more reacting to your movement, your rocking, your hair swinging a little back and forth.
“That’s it,” he whispers, tongue moving back again. He pushes all the way inside, as far as he can, licking your clit, feeling you start to pulse gently around his fingers. He turns his hand palm down so he can push in all the way to the knuckles, faster and faster. “I’m going to fuck your cute little brains out right on this desk,” he growls softly, moving faster and faster until the first wave runs through your body, making you shudder. Your body starts to spasm, quake, the tension rising to another explosion starting to rip through your body again, your hand going back to your mouth to cover it before you scream.
He keeps fingering you, feeling you starting to gush over his fingers again, getting even slicker, pussy welcoming them in as you push forward. He can feel the little spasms inside you around his fingers, tight and then relaxing, over and over, in time with your breathing, in time with your thrusts, in time with the little convulsions of your body. The explosions start to course through you, making your brain go numb and white. Strong at first, then a little weaker each time. The tension starts to leave your body in waves, but he doesn’t stop. He goes faster, faster, not stopping when your body finally starts to relax, your orgasm starts to fade in intensity. He doesn’t stop until you seem to tense again, tighten, build. He licks you hungrily, greedily, fucks you with his fingers until he feels you cumming one more time…….or was the just the continuation of the first time? Finally he starts to slow, slow, pull back out of you, giving your clit one, two last gentle touches with his finger, one gentle squeeze of your nipple.
He stands up slowly, legs pushing the chair back and away. Unfastening his belt, unzipping his pants, he slowly, finally reaches a thumb down to hook into the band of his boxers, pushing them down slightly to reveal the head of his cock for the first time. Even though you’re watching, his eyes never leave your face as he runs his fingers, drenched and slippery with your cum, all around the tip, until it almost glistens with your wetness…
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