So, you can see from my timeline how I got together in secret with my sassy colleague Cate.
After our first night together, I had to slip away home, leaving us hundreds of miles apart and now in a perpetual holding pattern of longing.
The next morning I texted to check in on her. Happy? Yes. Freaked out? Only slightly. Replaying our night together? Repeatedly.
I teased her with a list of things I’d learnt about her: fan of oral (who isn’t); prim even in the most unlikely of circumstances; adverse to mess.
This last observation drew a mildly offended correction. “Who said I am afraid of mess?” texted back Cate. “Well, am assumption on my part to be sure, but you did tell me not to get cum in your hair”. “Goodness, that was only because I had no time to wash it after; I am a fan of making it messy”. “Well,” said I, “I may be able to help with that. Because next time, I am making a mess of you”.
“And I”, said Cate “will make sure to clean it up properly”.
The months dragged on until we could next meet. But I let Cate know that I wqs playing over in my mind how I wanted things to go down, and, well, Cate was a people pleaser, happy to follow my lead. Finally four months passed and we found ourselves in the same town again, and after a day that stretched painfully into eternity, Cate was walking towards my hotel again. As I met her outside, smoking but with a grin equal part wholesome anticipation, part devilish sensuality, I felt a familiar nervous shortness of breath in anticipation of finally doing to her what we had spent four months hinting at and longing for.
I didn’t touch her outside the room, nor in it, well, not at first. I merely sat in the chair, and bade her undress as I watched the clothes fall off her. “You should get a cushion” I said, as she picked one of the bed, strode over to me and sank to her knees, between my legs as I’d pictured in my head every day. Tugging my belt apart, down came my trousers, as she started to nuzzle and lick my cock, before sucking it into her until her nose pressed into me. I know I cum slowly from head, but I was going to let her do the work this time, enjoying how long it was taking, and the feeling of being serviced. But call me old fashioned, after 15 minutes I took pity, and pulled her up onto my lap. We settled into familiar rocking and grinding, feeling myself rub deep against her cervix and her start to tighten. God knows how I held on as she came on me, but I was committed to our plan. As she calmed down, she raised her eyes to me and asked “do you want me to lie down on the bed to take it?” “no,” I replied “I want you kneeling at my feet as I sit”. So Cate dutifully slid onto her cushion took me into her mouth, and with mouth and hand on my cock set about trying to make a mess of herself as quickly as possible. Was it mercy that made me pull out and have her stroke me? No. I just wanted to see her face dripping with my cum, her makeup, done for the occasion, ruined. So I looked down on her as she wanked me, head stooped to catch my cum, as I prepared to spurt on her. And I am a spurter.
Well, except this time.
Because this time, despite building up five days of cum, this time I dribbled. A lot, to be sure, but with the force of a Victorian shower. And as the cum that Cate had been waiting for dribbled out, it did not spray her expectant, nervous little face, with its button nose and happy smile. No, it dripped onto the carpet and as it did so, Cate tried first to duck her hed into the stream, and then even more frantically just to catch it in her left hand. And the more she tried the more she failed.
It all missed.
“See, I should have lain on the bed”.
But folks, she’d been such a trooper and that deserved a reward. I lifted her up and guided her to the bed; pushed her onto her back amd lifted her knees onto my shoulders as I dove into her, mouth on her clit, finger in her cunt and as she borr down onto me, a finger first just, and then as deep as I could, into her arsehole. She did not last long and as she came down, I left the finger in her cunt and mouth cradling her clit until I felt her relax again into me and I licked up all the mess she had made, driving my face into her as she came again.
“No-one’s ever done that for me. I didn’t Know I could”.
As we recovered, we commiserated about the sperm gone to waste, and made plans for dinner. After ten minutes she made to get up, but I gently pulled her back by the shoulder. “We have something to do before we can get dinner”. I guided her head onto my stomach, just inches from my cock as I took myself in hand, left hand holding her neck gently. I have passed the first flush of youth, and my second release took even me some time to bring forth. But I knew that I had to use this beautiful girl as a rag to catch my cum, have her feel, make her feel, objectified but preciously so. With gentle pressure I kept her head there but she eagerly acquiesced, and this time it felt better, making myself cum and using her face to catch it all. As I relaxed back into the pillows, Cate lifted herself onto an elbow and looked back at me. As she wiped the cum into her mouth and sucked her finger clean, she didn’t once break eye contact…
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/pqcc9b/making_a_mess_of_that_girl_from_work