My fiancé and I normally text each other once our days get going. Neither of us are morning people so “good morning” texts are rare. Among other things, this is the time when we discuss our schedule for the day. Well, I had juggled my schedule for the week so that I could take the day off to go wedding dress shopping for the thousandth time. My fiancé was complaining about his day. This is a really busy time for them right now. Everyone is dealing with multiple projects, weird hours, and a lot of travel. That day was particularly stressful because they were waiting on an important phone call. For that reason, my fiancé decided to take his lunch hour in his office.
Well, I FINALLY, FINALLY, FINALLY found a dress. So when he started complaining about lunch, I told him I would bring him lunch, anything he wanted. He wanted his regular order at his favorite deli. I also stopped by the bakery nearby and got him these cookies he likes. I also ran by the Starbucks near his office to get him a fresh coffee.
**Quick Question: If your significant other spontaneously made an offer like this on their day off would you be suspicious?** (My fiancé was a little suspicious. Like I’m not *regularly* a nice person?!)
Anyway, if you’re curious about my outfit: I had on fitted white flare jeans. Flat leather sandals. My silk blouse was a very very pale lavender and very innocent/sexy. It sort of floated down my body while still showing my figure. It was spaghetti-strap with a low v-neckline. In deference to the office setting, I did put a very light-weight three-quarter length white cardigan over top of it. My hair was down (soft and straight). I kept my makeup light.
I check-in at the front desk and head to my fiancé’s office. Several of his co-workers stopped me to say hi, but I finally make it to his office. He greets me with a kiss, and he pulls the door closed and locks it. (That’s actually normal at his office when you are taking your lunch break in the office.) His blinds are already closed.
him: Did you find a dress, babe?
me: Finally. Mom and I argued about it so much that I finally just bought it myself. I was tired of hearing her act like it was a joint decision.
him: Good. I told you to just buy the fucking dress to begin with. She’s half the reason we’re so behind.
me: So… remember how you told me about that fantasy you had where I sucked your cock at the office? Can I do that right now? You don’t even have to do anything. This is all about you.
He chokes on his sandwich. Maybe I should have waited until he’d finished his last bite.
him: You want to give me a blowjob? Right now? And I can just sit here and relax?
me: Uh huh. I want your cum down my throat.
him: I think I need to check the Visa account.
me: I can’t just spontaneously decide to give you a blowjob?
him: Fuck! How much did that dress cost?
me: I think I’d rather tell you after the blowjob. Can I?
I slip out of my seat to stand in front of him. His dress pants are tented. I smirk. *It doesn’t matter how much the dress cost now.* He’s always so much more understanding after he cums. He leans back into his seat.
him: All yours, babe.
I settle into his lap, and I palm his cock through his pants. His hands rest on my hips, but he goes along with what I said. He leans back and lets me do the work. I start to unbutton his shirt. While I work on the buttons, I press sensual kisses against his neck, his jawline, his ear lobe. I ran my hands over his chest then down to his abs. I grind against his cock. I slip my sweater off.
him: I haven’t seen this shirt before. It’s fucking sexy. Why’d you cover it up?
me: I didn’t think your boss and co-workers would appreciate this much cleavage in the office.
My fiancé laughs.
him: Have you seen his wife? He normally has to pay for a view like this. Leave the sweater off when you leave. I’d probably get a nicer bonus out of it.
me: I think you just want everyone to know what a slut I am for your dick. Would you like that? For one of your co-workers to walk in and see this? To watch me with your cock down my throat?
I slide down to kneel in front of him. I rub my hands up and down his thighs.
him: Get going.
me: I love your cock. I don’t want to hurry up. Don’t be a backseat driver.
him: Says the woman who got two tickets —-
I press a kiss against his abs right over his belt buckle and cup his cock through his dress pants. That shut him up.
me: Do you want to discuss the unfair policing in this town or cum down my throat?
He stares at my hand on his cock for a long second. Then, he lifts his hips and pushes his pants and boxers to his knees. His voice is deep and sexy.
him: Cum.
I press kisses against his thighs and hipbones. I rub my thumb across the head of his dick to pick up the precum that has started to gather there. I look him in the eye as I lick it off. He groans quietly.
I use both hands to experimentally rub up and down his cock slowly but firmly. After a few minutes, his breathing has picked up.
I suck on the head of his cock while my right hands twists firmly up and down his cock. My left hand fondles his balls. Next, I pull back and take off my shirt. He stares.
him: No bra?
me: How would I get a bra under this shirt?
I idly run my hands up and down his inner thighs for a second.
me: Wanna fuck these?
I run a hand across my breasts and pinch a nipple. He tosses his head back against his chair and groans.
me: I’m going to take that as a yes.
I fuck him with my breasts for a few minutes. Every so often the angle will be just perfect and I can lick the head of his cock. I stop, and wrap my hand around him. I run the flat of my tongue over the head of his cock while my thumb rubs the biggest vein along the length of his cock.
I hear a muffled groan and look up. He has a hand pressed over his mouth. His other hand is clenched around the arm of his chair. I feel myself getting wetter.
I suck each ball in a mouth for a minute. I move my mouth back to the head of his cock. I suck the head back into my mouth. I go back to the same position as before: one hand on his cock and the other on his balls. Suddenly, I sink my mouth down so that his entire cock is in my throat. I hear a muffled moan and he knocks some files off his desk. I hum around his cock for a minute. His thighs are shaking a little. Finally, slide my mouth up and down quickly chasing my hand which is twisting up and down his cock. My other hand rubs his thighs and balls. This finishes him, and I swallow his cum down my throat.
Slowly I raise myself to my feet and sit on his desk. He leans forward and drop his head in my lap. I rub his neck and massage his head. After a few minutes, he sits up and kisses me. We clean up and get dressed.
him: I don’t care how much the dress cost.
*VICTORY!*
Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/ui1rx0/i_give_my_fiancé_a_blowjob_in_his_office_during