An old one, written by him years ago…
You go with him to visit his office late one night. He’s a little taller than you, not giant but tall enough that it feels he can take care of you. He shows you around where he works, where his staff sit, tells you just a little about what he does but not enough to bore you. The company is not his, but he’s clearly in a position of some authority and respect. He’s had some success, he is confident but not arrogant.
After touring the floor he leads you to his office. You haven’t seen another person in the building tonight, except for the janitorial staff earlier on the 9th floor. He opens the door, gestures you in, and follows behind you. He closes the door behind him and looks at you for any sign of discomfort or nervousness, but sees none. He locks the door and gives you a small smile. “To make sure we’re not disturbed,” he says, still making sure you’re okay. You smile in return and he relaxes.
He turns on a smaller lamp to give a dimmer, warmer light, cutting the overhead with its harsh, florescent glare. “I couldn’t wait to have you alone,” he says softly. You laugh, thinking that you’ve hardly seen anyone the last hour. He seems to understand, and catches your hand, pulling you closer. “I meant alone and private,” he clarifies.
Pushing you gently back against the door, he kisses you. A hand reaches up to stroke your cheek, then slides around to run fingers through your hair as he continues to kiss you. Breaking to breathe, his other hand runs down your right arm as his lips move to your chin, up toward your neck, then next to your ear. “You’re the cutest thing,” he breathes into your ear, continuing to kiss below, behind your ear, slowly down your neck.
His right hand moves down your back to your hip, other hand coming up to take its place behind your head. Fingers going through your hair, he gently pulls your head to the side to give his lips easier access to your neck. You feel your breath quicken slightly, heart move a little faster. His right hand moves lightly across behind you, sliding down, feeling the shape of your butt through the thin fabric of your skirt, whispering again, “You know how much you turn me on……”
He pulls the jacket or sweater back from your shoulders, down your arms to let it drop to the floor at your feet. He kisses down to your shoulder, and moving his hands to draw down your sides, he slowly drops to his knees in front of you, hands down to your hips, running down the backs of your legs. He lifts the shirt you’re wearing slightly, folding it up to expose the bare skin above the hem of your skirt. He alternates kissing and tracing his tongue over your bare skin, looking up to watch your face, watch your reaction. He slides his hands up your calves, your thighs, under your skirt up to explore the curve of your butt, fingers tracing the line of your panties as he kisses around your belly button.
Running his hands up and down the backs of your legs, his tongue over your midriff, up and down the hollow above your hip bone, he looks up into your eyes. “Show me,” he stops only to murmur, hands moving to run inside your leg, up past your knee, to your inner thigh, the slightest pressure telling you to move your foot out, open your legs slightly. Resting with your shoulderblades back against the door, ass slightly away to let him touch, you move your feet slightly apart to let his fingers caress higher.
He pushes the bottom of your skirt up slightly, alternating kisses with gentle playful bites. “Show me,” he says again. Biting your lower lip, you slowly lift your skirt, panties exposed right in front of his face. He smiles and keeping eye contact, moves down to kiss down your left thigh to the knee, then slowly back up the right. Hands still moving lightly over the backs of your legs, kissing up to the line where your panties run, covering that patch in front, over the top and down the other side, along the line.
His mouth moves down, down your left thigh again to the knee, inward and back up, now slightly inside your leg. When he reaches your panties, his hands move to cup your ass, and his mouth moves to kiss through the panties on the spot in front covering you, back to the other side, down to the crease where your thigh ends at the top. With his tongue he traces down the line of your panties now, along the curve where it covers your skin. His tongue almost moves under the edge of your panties. He squeezes gently with his hands and traces his fingernails lightly down the back of your thighs, feeling you push so slightly toward him.
You move a hand down to his head, around through his hair, not gray but starting to silver. Pushing your hips slightly toward his face, you move your hand to pull his face toward you, toward the center, toward your pussy. “Not yet,” he says, taking your hand and backing up. He rises and takes your other hand, leading you to the desk.
He pushes you back against the desk and lifts you to sit on the edge. He kisses you once again, and slides you back. He catches one ankle and puts your foot flat on the desk, heel back against your butt, then the other, you falling back to rest your hands on the desk behind. He sits in his chair in front of you and comes close, starting to trace up your inner thigh again, legs spread wide now.
Tracing his tongue up and ever closer, he keeps teasing you, now up to the hollow at the top of your inner thigh. Up one side and down the other, he can feel the heat radiating through your panties. He runs a finger lightly down beside your slit, close but not touching, kissing through the fabric above your clit. He runs a finger lightly down beside your slit, to the back of your pussy, then lifts his finger and continues to stroke up the other side. He brushes his lower lip against you through your panties, right where they press against your folds.
His other hand reaches up to lightly stroke the outside of your right breast, continuing to kiss lightly, teasing through your panties. “I can smell you,” he murmurs, running a finger down the center, pressing so gently, and you can feel it stick to you. He hooks a finger inside the top of your panties, lifting them slightly and running down inside, lifting them away from your skin, careful not to touch you yet. “Naughty girl,” he says, “you got your panties all wet.” You shake your head, objecting silently, thinking no…..it wasn’t me, it wasn’t my fault.
He reaches up behind you to pull down on your panties from behind, and you lift your ass to let him pull them off, up your thighs and back down your legs. He opens the drawer of his cabinet and drops them in. “I’m going to keep these,” he says. “To remind me of you during the day.” He slides his hands behind you and reaches up to unhook your bra, sliding the straps down your arms. He pulls it free from under your top and tosses it aside, where it hits the wall and falls to the floor.
He turns back to look at your pussy, now exposed in front of him. “So pretty,” he says, moving now to draw his tongue up along the side beside your slit, where his fingers caressed before. He runs his tongue up the side, over the top, avoiding your clit, back down the other side. He lifts his tongue to find the other side, not yet tasting your wetness, while sliding his hands back up your sides to caress the bottoms, outsides of your breasts.
He runs his tongue back up the side, coming so close, and you move your hips to push into his mouth, but he pulls away. He runs his fingers over the tops of your breasts, avoiding the nipples, tongue running up and over the little hood that hides your clit, back down the other side. Teasing ever closer, his fingers make circles closer and closer to your hard little nipples, not yet touching. You feel him breathe softly on your exposed pussy, making you tingle with the anticipation of his tongue, and you buck slightly forward, but he pulls back at the last second.
Looking up at you, he moves down and extends his tongue to finally, lightly touch the back of your wet little slit. “Mmmmm,” he breathes, slowly drawing his tongue up the middle, barely touching. You try to push into him, make him lick you, whimpering softly. Fingers moving in smaller and smaller circles around your nipples, he returns to the bottom and now draws his tongue up more firmly, in between your sweet little folds, tasting your wetness, slowly, slowly.
As his tongue finally reaches your clit, he pinches your nipples gently in his fingers, sucking your clit into his mouth. “Mmmmmm,” he moans again, pressing his face more into you. His palms cupping your breasts, rolling your hard nipples under his fingers, he sucks your little bud gently into his mouth. He reaches a finger down to draw it up between your folds, covering it with your wetness, drawing it up to lubricate and massage your clit lightly. He pulls his finger back and sucks it into his mouth, tasting it, then his face moves back down to flick his tongue over your swollen little clit.
You moan softly, and he moves a hand up to gently cover your mouth, reminding you that while you’re alone in a locked office, someone could still come by, still be listening. He moves his finger back to stroke up your glistening wet slit, up and down, and as your wetness covers the tip of his finger, he slides it in between the folds, not inside you, just teasing your entrance. His tongue swirls around your hard little nub, flicking over it as he teases you with one finger.
Your breathing quickens, your weight back on your palms on the desk, your hips rocking slightly toward his tongue. He removes his hand and runs it down your neck, your throat, over your breasts and brushing your rock hard little nipples, down your front. Under your thighs and around to cup your butt, pulling you toward his face. He runs his tongue back down, between your slick folds, tasting your tangy sweetness. His tongue explores up and down in between, exploring, tasting, starting to push inside to taste you, warm and wet and sweet, his other thumb coming up to massage your clit at the same time.
You shift your weight to support yourself on one hand, the other moving behind his head to grip his hair, pulling his tongue deeper inside you. Stroking your clit with his thumb, he runs his tongue back up. Up to your clit, taking the place of his thumb, making it slick with your juice and his saliva. He reaches down to adjust his cock, so hard by now hearing your quiet moans increasing in intensity, feeling you getting slicker, tasting you, wanting you to cum.
He moves both hands back up to hold your ass, feeling your fingers in his hair, darting his tongue inside your tight wet sweetness, running back up to circle your engorged clit, swirling around and sucking it back into his mouth again. Faster and faster he moves his tongue up and down, back and forth. “You taste so good,” he says, before you pull his face back to your throbbing pussy, where you can almost feel your heartbeat.
Running two fingers up your slickness again, he reaches up to rub your juice over one of your nipples. Pushing his tongue inside, drawing it up again to your clit, he looks up in your eyes again. “Play with your boobs for me,” he whispers, “I like to watch you.” You take the one hand you have free and rub them, caress them, tease your own nipples while his tongue dances over your clit.
“Cum for me,” he begs. “Cum all over my tongue and let me taste you.” He probes inside again with his tongue, drawing it up to coat your sensitive little button with slippery sweet wetness. He wraps his arms around your thighs, pulls toward him and locks his face against your pussy. He tongues up and down, around and around, not letting up, not letting go, not stopping now. You’re whimpering softly, quicker, faster, feeling it build, but he doesn’t pause, doesn’t stop this time. His hands move to your hips, holding you strong and in place while he sucks, licks, tastes.
The tension almost overwhelming you, he plunges his tongue back inside you, only for a second, and then back to your clit again. He won’t stop, can’t stop, holds his tongue straight and moves his head back and forth fast, back and forth over your exposed clit. Chest heaving, you’re pushing and bucking your hips against his face; his chin is slick with your wetness. His tongue flicks faster over you, back and forth, up and down, circling around and around, sucking in and out.
You know it’s too late, you’re going to cum, you can’t stop it now. He knows it too. He moves his hands to your breasts, squeezing gently at first but not stopping to lick you. Then firmer, harder, squeezing them together, pinching the nipples now, and he tastes you starting to gush even wetter in his mouth. “Mmmmmmm,” he says again, stopping to taste only long enough to whisper, “Good girl, cum for me, let me taste you.”
Mouth locked back on your pussy, he touches, tastes, probes, sucks, with new energy, knowing you’re starting to cum, tasting the difference, feeling the wetness spread even more under his tongue. He brings you to the edge pushing his tongue inside, and when he moves up and sucks your clit back into his mouth, you finally explode. The spasms rock your body, electric from your clit to your nipples under his fingers. He stays on your clit as long as he can, moving his face against your bucking hips, trying to keep his tongue locked against your clit, but knows it’s becoming unbearably sensitive. He moves his tongue to lap up the tangy sweet slickness further down.
His hands run back down to grip your hips, tongue flicking briefly back up to your clit, so briefly because it’s super sensitive, but just enough to keep you pulsing, trembling, before running it back down your cummy pussy, your wetness almost dripping down, making your ass slick, getting his desk wet.
He stands up slowly, starting to kiss up your body, up your hips, tummy, up the curve of your breast, pausing to suck your hard nipple into his mouth. Kissing up your throat, up your neck. You can see your wetness all over his chin, his lips, his cheek. He rubs his face. As he kisses closer to your ear, one hand reaches up and slides behind your neck, the other back down to stroke your swollen dripping pussy. He draws a finger slowly up in between the wet folds, in to tease your little opening again.
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……
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