I’m busy running a game when I feel you slide under the desk. I roll my chair back to give you more space, keeping my eyes trained on the screen. Your arm brushes against my leg as you move closer. You place your hands on my thighs and run them halfway up, then back down again. Then further up. Down. I look down to see you looking up at me, staring at my face, grinning devilishly. You squeeze, just a little.
I smile down at you benevolently and run a hand through your hair. Mouth ‘good boy’ before returning to typing. I struggle to keep the smile from straining when your touch turns insistent, moving beneath my top, skimming the hem of my jeans. Your attempts at seduction are so tempting, timed especially for when you know I’m trying to concentrate. And you call me the tease.
I sigh as you start to play with my waistband. You still.
I remove my attention entirely from the game, rest it on you, and have the satisfaction of seeing my own desperate hunger reflected back at me. I lean down, rolling my chair further from the desk as I kiss you roughly, biting your lip. Your hands fall away from my body and anchor themselves around my neck. Time and the stress of the day seem to melt away as we hold each other close for a breathless aeon of kissing.
When we finally pull away there’s a beat of silence.
Then I’m undoing my jeans and pulling them off and you’re helping me, our fingers made clumsy with desire, and then they’re finally, blessedly off, my thong soon following them.
You look at me with those big eyes and I relent and move my chair closer. I glance up at my screen, then back down at you.
“Hungry, baby?” I ask.
“Yes Miss.”
I smile. “Good. Then come here.” I gesture at my soaked little pussy, shifting my hips so I’m on the edge of my seat, and spread my lips with one hand so you can get a good look at my arousal. Your whole body is straining towards mine.
Then I plunge two fingers inside myself, fucking myself quick and hard, palm slapping against my clit. My core clenches quickly. My walls are slick, warm, smooth… it’s such a shame you can’t fuck me tonight. I tell you so, seeing how your eyes are fixated on the movement of my hand.
My pussy tightens again. I refuse to finish yet – I know you’re desperate to make me cum, and I do love to indulge my sub. I pull my fingers out slowly, opening them so you can see the strands of my wetness clinging between my fingers. You’re still watching as I rub my thumb against my soaked fingers, making sure to get it nice and coated before I run that thumb gently over your bottom lip. You trace the wetness I left with the tip of your tongue. I lift the offending digit to my own lips and lick it clean, before holding the other two out to you.
I repeat the question, my voice soft. “Are you hungry baby?”
You nod eagerly. “Yes Miss.”
“Good boy… you’d better clean up this mess first, hadn’t you?” And I proffer the hand.
Your lips engulf my fingers slowly, warm and wet, your tongue deliciously rough as you tidy up thoroughly.
You pull away slowly. My taste still clings in my mouth. I swallow hard as we make eye contact. .
“Please,” is all you say.
“Please what?” My voice comes out hoarse.
“Please Miss.”
I can’t bring myself to ask what exactly you want. I ache too much, and I suspect you do too.
So I spread my legs and pull you closer, a silent command.
My back arches under the first touch of your tongue. I whimper as you devour me, sucking my clit, circling it with your tongue, your tongue dancing a tattoo on my pussy. My hand tightens in your hair and I hold you closer to me. My core tightens again, pussy pulsing under your attention.
You tease my hole with your finger and a soft moan escapes my lips.
“More, baby,” I command.
You push deeper, exploring, then curl it up to hit my g-spot. I moan again as you add another, and I tighten around you.
“Good boy,” I praise, easing my grip on your head so I can run my hand through your hair.
You don’t stop, my moans only spurring you on. I can’t stop trembling. You begin to make these hungry little noises as you eat me and they only make me need you more.
“That’s right baby. Make me cum,” I’m half-telling, half-begging.
You fingerfuck me harder, licking and sucking me until I’m squirming for release under the intensity. My head lolls back against the chair, mouth open and eyes closed, my hips writhing under the rhythm of your touch.
I cum hard and long under you, body trembling with the aftershocks as you lick me through it. I pull you away gently when I finish, opening my eyes and exhaling softly. I look down at you to see you pull your fingers from me and suck them clean.
I push the chair back and drop to the floor. You pull me close and we cuddle. When we pull away I kiss you on the forehead.
“Thank you baby,” I say softly, tucking your head against my shoulder. You snuggle in close and I run a hand slowly down your chest, over the bulge in your trousers. I squeeze.
We kiss, and you look at my hand. Smile.
“Is it my turn?” you ask, giving me those big eyes I can’t resist.
“Of course.”
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