I had spent the entirety of last night practicing over and over until I felt I had it down. It wasn’t going to win any awards but the content was good, of that I was sure. It told a compelling story, got the point across, and I was finally starting to believe I’d deliver it well. Saying that my career hung on this pitch might have been a bit dramatic… but I knew I wouldn’t be doing myself any favors by screwing it up.
It was 5am when I pushed open the door to the boardroom. Yes it was earlier than I usually showed up, earlier than anyone showed up as was evidenced by the fact that the office was empty apart from me. I wanted to test the setup, make sure the Powerpoint was working correctly, the last thing I wanted was hiccups during the presentation.
I hadn’t heard from you yet today, but that didn’t surprise me. After all, it was early, and even though you were usually one of the first ones in the office that was still easily 2 hours away. The boss, and yourself always arrive at the same time, 7 am on the dot. Makes sense, him being your husband and all, why take separate cars when you are coming from the same place.
I couldn’t hold back a smirk as it spread across my lips. Yes you were married, but that hadn’t stopped us in the car yesterday, or in the supply closet the week before that. I wondered what you’d decide to wear today, how it would hug your body, what you would wear under it… if you’d show me first thing or slowly tease me throughout the day before revealing it. I didn’t care which it was, we had done both, every day in fact, and both could be extremely fun… you made them fun.
After adjusting myself and using all of my self control to focus, I had gone through a couple more dry runs when my phone buzzed.
*Where are you?*
My tongue snaked out and wet my lips as I read the message. How did you manage to elicit that reaction from me, with such a simple text
*I’m in the boardroom at work, been practicing.*
*I’ll be there at 6:30… you better be ready for me.*
You were right on time, 30 minutes before your husband would come in, 60 minutes before my presentation. I had planned on asking you how you got your husband to drive in alone, what excuse you gave him. But the possibility of speaking coherent sentences left me as soon as you pushed open the large oak doors of the conference room. Your eyes found me instantly and locked on, even from across the room I could see the hunger in them. You looked like a hunter who had seen their prey, and you wouldn’t be stopped until you were fully satisfied.
Locking the door behind you, your legs took you to me quicker than I could have expected. Before a word was spoken you were in my arms, our lips pressed together before opening, our tongues dancing together. Your body melted against mine, form fitting form as though you were made to nestle against me. My hands instinctively went for your ass, cupping and squeezing it through your pencil skirt, pulling you against me tightly enough so that there was no doubt you could feel my half hard cock pressing into your stomach.
‘You watch the clock, we don’t have long.’ You said breathlessly as you placed a hand on my chest and pushed me a half step back from you. The hungry look in your eyes seems to flare as you turned yourself around and bent over the conference table, your hands reaching down and dragging the fabric of your skirt up until you revealed the tiny black thong that covered your pussy.
‘Fucking God,’ was all I managed to get out as I kneeld down behind you. The room was silent and you hadn’t even turned to look at me, but I knew what I wanted, what I needed at that time… to taste you. My tongue moved past my lips and the tip pressed against the already wet fabric. Slowly dragging it up and over the fabric from your clit, pressing it against your lips, until I pushed my tongue against your waiting, needy opening.
If I would have had more time I would have teased you like that for hours, and you would have enjoyed every moment of it. But time was short and I knew we’d have other opportunities for me to fully enjoy you. My fingers snaked up and dipped inside of your thong, pulling it aside as I got to see your pussy, yet again, up close.
No matter how many times I see it, feel it, taste it… your pussy never ceases to take my breath away and make me pause for a moment before my brain can begin to process again. I could hear you moan loudly as my tongue first touched your clit, moving over it, circling it before moving down between your lips. Your juices flowing freely I couldn’t help but drink them as I continued to worship your pussy, your sounds letting me know I was on the right track.
My tongue plunged inside your hole yet again before moving up and focusing on your clit. I know you were close already from the sounds you were making, but the hand that I felt gripping my hair and pushing my face deeper into your pussy is what told me exactly how close. My tongue moved back to your wet opening, pushing inside of it, fucking you with it as one of my hands moved up and began to rub your clit. The other hand first reaching around and gripping your ass. Then I felt your other hand on top of mine, our fingers intertwining as your body began to shudder and convulse under my tongue, your orgasm ripping through you, your legs shaking and if it wasn’t for the table I’m sure you would have ended up on the floor.
Your hand finally released its grip on my head, allowing me to pull my face away from you, but not before giving one last long lick along your slit. Standing up I made quick work of my belt and zipper, my pants and boxerbriefs ending up in a puddle around my feet seconds later.
Gripping your hips I turned you around to face me and lifted you up, sitting you on the conference table. Your eyes still half lidded in post orgasmic bliss, leaning forward our lips met, and as soon as you could taste yourself on me I felt the hunger return to you, as you kissed me passionately.
My swollen head found your wet opening easily, I didn’t even need to grasp my shaft as I nudged it against you. Your arms wrapped around my neck, your lips moving to my neck.
‘Please, please I need you inside of me,’ I could feel myself shudder, the sexiest words I’d ever heard, the deep seeded need and desperation in your voice. Pushing my hips forward you are so wet I feel little resistance, even with how tightly you grip my swollen shaft. Slowly, inch after inch pushing inside of you, until I felt my balls nudge against your ass, feeling you gripping my length, feeling your walls quivering around me.
I pause for a moment before slowly sliding out of you, until only my thick head remains, then slowly pushing back into you. I know you need a moment to adjust to my girth, and I want you to enjoy this, every second of this. Finally I hear your moans change, from concentration to need, lust, desire. That’s when I stop holding back. I begin to pound inside of you, my speed increasing steadily with each thrust, the sound of your wetness echoing off the walls of the room, answered by the slap of our skin together.
You kept your head buried in the crook of my neck, one of my hands on your hip holding you in place while the other slid in between us, allowing me to rub your clit again. My thumb moving in circles around your swollen clit, in time with my thrusts. I already knew your body so well, knew what touch you liked, knew how your pussy gripped me perfectly, knew how my thick head rubbed your g spot as though it was made just for you. It didn’t take more than a few minutes of this before your body convulsed again. Your teeth sinking into my skin as you fight with everything you have to keep from screaming. I know how loud you can be, so I know how hard it must be to fight that right now. Your walls quivering, spasming around my shaft, your juices running down my shaft and coating my balls as they swing forward with each thrust.
‘8 minutes,’ I say as you lean against me, a rag doll unable to move or think, ‘and I need you from behind.’ I say, almost with a growl as I grip your hips. I hear a slight yelp as I spin you around, until you’re bent over the table again, dress bundled around your waist, thong still pulled aside.
This time there was no build up, no giving you a moment to get used to my size. I felt an animalistic need flowing through me that had absolutely nothing to do with the clock on the wall, nothing to do with your husband coming into the office soon. It had everything to do with an almost base instinct to claim you, to make you mine in a primal way.
I love having your ass in my view as I pound you from behind, slamming into you with my full length, my full power behind each thrust. My hands holding your hips still, my knuckles going white and I let out every bit of my pent up need on you. Your legs spread wide, mostly hanging from the table as your head is tilted sideways, eyes closed, mouth open.
Then I felt it coming, my balls tightening, my cock swelling inside of your tight tunnel. One of my hands moved over your ass, my thumb still dripping with your juices and I rubbed it around your tightest hole. Your eyes shot open as I coated this entrance with your juices.
‘Fuck yes,’ I heard you gasp just before I pushed my thumb inside of you. Almost immediately your body convulsed again, this time more violently than you had before. At the same time I slammed my cock into you, pushing every last bit of my length into you as I jerked, the first rope of cum erupting deep inside of you. Your walls continued to squeeze and relax, over and over as your orgasm milked every last drop out of me. Five, six, seven ropes of cum filling you, my teeth gritting as our orgasms began to ebb together.
“Fuck you’re amazing,” I said breathlessly as I leaned down, kissing the fabric of your blouse on your back, before moving up and softly kissing your forehead.
Sprawled out on the table you turned your head to look back at me. “I’ll never get enough of you,” the words softly leaving your mouth as your lips curled into a smile.
“Good,” is all I could respond with as I slowly pulled my cock from your grip, allowing the black thong to snap back into place to catch my seed as it leaks out of you.
“You better get ready for your meeting.”
“Yes, I guess I should.” I replied nonchalantly. I no longer felt as stressed about not missing it, about being late, or about anything that might come of it.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/x85olb/when_you_need_help_relaxing_at_work_before_a_big