I poked my head to the door of your office.
Can I just sit in here and read? Let you keep me company today? I don’t want to disturb your work, just feel like hanging out.
A distracted nod and wave had me grinning to myself before I curled up in my favorite papasan style chair in the corner. Didn’t give another thought to anything but sunshine and my newest novel.
Half an hour after that, startled from deep in my story, your hand in my hair pulling my face to your cock. I just opened my mouth and you calmly pumped your hardening cock between my lips. My throat training is going slow at best, so you had me suck your balls as you jacked off on my face. I had swiped about 1/2 your load from my cheeks into my mouth when you told me to leave the rest.
Drying cum itches and you know I don’t like it, but I obeyed with minimal sulk.
45 minutes later- You have terrible timing. You send me for the remote vibe just at a critical plot point. Next, you tell me to sit, knees up and spread, skirt hiked to my waist. I just know the bright pink of the vibe is a beacon to anyone who can see me from the webcam. I trust you to only share with those work buddies who’ve already had access to me. I love the play time, but I want to read too. I stick my tongue out at you when you insist I return to reading, The rhythmic buzzing of the vibe on high is your only response.
26 minutes later- My face has finally dried enough to stop itching. But I can’t focus on the story any more.You’re laughing at me when you mention I didn’t have to hold my whimpers,moans, gasps in anymore. I can’t see your face but I can tell you enjoy listening to me in the background.
17 minutes after that- Now you want me to strip, slowly, completely, and then play with myself. I know someone must be watching. I ditch my clothes and the vibe to excitedly start the pursuit of a well deserved orgasm. Your voice is there though, steering me, guiding me. Go fast! Go slow… Pinch your clit. Tease your labia. Finger yourself, 2 fingers, now 3. Rub your pucker. It seems like forever then abruptly, you call for a break. I am surely a lewd character, legs up, my desperate, grasping pussy pointed straight at the camera. I know my face is full of sulk and lust but I can’t stop it. Even after you say good bye and you’re welcome and turn towards me. That self satisfied chuckle…argh!
Thankfully, you had me for lunch. You traced your fingers along my red puffy lips until I squirmed. And then you ate my pussy. Not politely, but that determined, lust driven mindset that guys get when their only purpose is to melt your brain. Two or three thrashing orgasms later, you gently shifted me back into the chair. I pried my eyes open enough to see your glistening smug face. I whispered a thank you somewhere in there.
Sushine’s moved but you draped a blanket around me and shared your sandwich when I didn’t want to move.
And now, you’ve asked me to stay for the afternoon. Of course, I haven’t finished my book for all the distractions. And my legs still feel a bit shaky. SO of course, I agreed because the story is good and I’m still hoping there’s more fun later.
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