This is the story of the pianist whose magic fingers made me cum again and again… We worked together, and the sexual attraction between us was undeniable. The air almost crackled with the strength of our mutual sexual attraction. “Meet me in the store room” was the text I received that morning. His eyes met mine across the office, and I instantly felt myself getting wet.
I was in the storeroom first, waiting for him and those magic fingers. He came in, locked the door behind him, pushed me back against the wall and kissed me – hungrily, deeply, passionately. His fingers found my waistband and pushed inside my trousers, stroking my arse, working lower. Feeling how wet I was for him, he moaned into my mouth. He unzipped me, pushing down my trousers and knickers, his fingers exploring my wet folds, stroking my clit, finding that certain spot that he knows is bound to make me gasp in pleasure. He plays my clit with those magic fingers, so nimble from years of playing the piano. He was the first one to make me realise that I could have multiple orgasms! His finger on my clit bringing me close to my first orgasms now… As I tip over the edge, he plunges two fingers inside me to feel how my pussy walls grip them as I cum… He has to catch me, as my knees give way when I cum whilst standing up! He’s kissing down my neck now, those talented fingers circling my clit again… His soft whispers telling me how sexy it is feeling me cum, feeling me contract around his fingers. My second orgasm is upon me, I’ve still not touched him yet! As I shudder in pleasure again, I feel how hard he is for me, how turned on he is just from making me cum. I unzip him, stroking his hard cock, but as his fingers find that special spot again, I get lost in my own pleasure and leave him to stroke himself… Orgasm number three is just as intense as the first two were. My knees still giving way each time I cum, his fingers inside me helping to hold me up. He takes his fingers from my dripping pussy and licks them, tasting my juices, exclaiming that I taste so good… Then those magic fingers get to work again, playing a concerto on my clit, working me up to a symphony of pleasure… Orgasm number 4 explodes from within me, leaving me spent… “So sexy….”, he whispers into my ear. My heart rate slowly returning to normal, I feel utterly ravished! We’d better get back to work, before we’re missed…
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