“I’m not happy with that, we need to take another look. Work on it some more.” She’s on a conference call and is in a bad mood. It’s a Friday afternoon and she is tense, stressed and ready for a beer.
She is laid back on the chair, her bare brown legs laid out on the desk. As she is alone she doesn’t bother hiding the fact her lacy red knickers are on show.
She hears the door close and looks up from her desk just as he locks it. What the hell is he up to? She quickly removes her legs from the desk and sits upright. “What are you doing here?” She mouths angrily. He responds with a shrug of his shoulders smirking at her, unmoving.
She scribbles on a bit of paper. Get the fuck out! He stares at her shaking his head. He attempts to grab the pen, but fumbles with it and accidentally knocks it to the floor. She looks at him curiously as he disappears underneath the desk, still trying to maintain conversation.
She gasps as she feels his hands on her lower legs. She tries to move her legs away, but he pulls them back down. She looks down and sees him staring at her. How the fuck is he doing this to me again? She relents and relaxes her legs. Then she feels his hands slowly moving up her legs. He stops, stroking her inner thighs. She exhales slowly, trying to keep composed, still leading the conversation on the conference call. She takes a sharp intake of breath as she feels his hand slide over her knickers.
She covers her mouth and lets out a muffled cry as she feels her knickers being pulled to the side and his hot wet tongue on her clit. He pushes her legs up and devours her pussy, alternating between licking her clit and fucking her with his tongue. It feels so good she has to grip onto the table to contain herself. He’s getting faster and she’s trying hard to wrap up the call. Just as his fingers slide into her she manages to scramble for the end call button and feels that wave of release, coming on his face and fingers.
He gets up from under the desk, a huge grin on his face. “You’ve got some fucking nerve.” She exclaims. He places one finger on her lips as though to shush her. He then spins her around and slams her onto the desk face first. She lies still, waiting, wanting, needing him. He lifts up her skirt and admires her wet pussy soaking through her red knickers. He unzips, pushes her knickers to the side and slowly slides into her.
She lifts her head in ecstasy and he takes this opportunity to grab her hair and pull her head back. She responds lifting her ass up wanting him to push deeper. He obliges and fucks her harder and deeper, never letting go of her hair. He slips his other hand onto her clit and massages it gently. She grabs hold of the desk so he can fuck her harder.
After a few minutes he lets go of her hair and pulls her upright, grabbing her closer and kissing the back of her neck. “Fuck, I’m going to come again.” She mutters.
Her words make him come hard, shaking and shuddering and she turns to kiss him to stop him crying out loudly. She didn’t come a second time, but she needs him to leave.
She turns to face him and looks at him coldly.”Next time you want to come, wait for an invite.”
He zips up and walks towards the door. As he leaves he looks over smiling. “Pretty sure that was an open invitation.”
She lets out little grunt of frustration as she pulls out a beer from her mini bar. She sits back in her chair, takes a sip and exhales slowly. She finally relaxes, enjoying the taste of her beer and the feeling of his cum still in her soaking wet knickers.
Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/rb7ema/power_play_part_3