My core was tight and my gaze glued forward as I strolled past her with measured strides. The image of my dream was too vivid in my head to suppress and I knew if I looked at her, my cock would burst out of my suit.
“Good morning, Hayden,” that sweet, sultry voice hummed, accompanied by a cute, sigh-like yawn. My cock twitched in my boxers. Fuck, I felt like a teenager again. The wind could blow the wrong way and I would cum. I was shocked at how hot my skin felt, throbbing with arousal, as the smell of her perfume, shampoo, whatever it was… flooded my nostrils; it was subtle enough to not overpower, but powerful enough to not be subtle. Rose and bergamot. I cleared my throat and grunted out an impatient , “Morning,” in response. In my peripheral vision, I saw her bright expression falter just a little. Had I hurt her feelings?
I couldn’t care about that right now. I quickly shut and locked the door to my office behind me and flicked down the blinds to give myself privacy. I exhaled heavily. My cock was a thick, throbbing bulge stretching against my suit. I slammed my suitcase down on my desk and aggressively unzipped my pants to pull the rock hard erection out. It swung heavily, dripping with precum. I grunted loudly as I pumped it, fast at first and then slow — trying to savor it as much as possible while I could know that she was a wall away from me, so close to me fucking her it made my cock fucking ache for her tight walls to conform to it. It was throbbing in my deliberate strokes, but I didn’t want to cum yet.
I walked over to my desk and tapped my thickened, hard shaft on a stack of papers, reports that needed to be finished. Some precum rolled out of the tip and I smeared it into the paper. Vivienne could do these reports, I decided, pumping my cock a little bit harder. The image of my dream strong in my mind as my eyes closed and I fell back into my chair. My cock was upright now, ready to be sat on and rode. I imagined that thick ass bouncing up and down on me, reverberating off of my thrusts as I owned her. I bet that pussy was aching to be dominated by a real man, by a man 25 years her senior. I bet she never had an older man’s cock in her. I really imagined it now — her tight young pussy clinging to my thick, veiny shaft, pushing into her slowly, deeply, so I could feel those hot, soft walls pulsate around me. I would choke her while I showed her who she belonged to, who’s pussy that really was. And she would gasp, trying to moan as I stretched her open and then took myself out of her only to make her adjust to my size again. She would beg, practically cry, for me to touch her clit but I’d make her wait. I’d make her wait until her nipples were puckered on my tongue and her pussy so swollen and tight around me it’d feel like she was locking me in her.
And she’d gasp my name as I fucked her.
“Hayden, Hayden, Hayden–”
My eyes snapped open, hand loose around my raging erection as I realized someone was knocking on my office door. I cleared my throat, acutely aware of how hard I really was. “One minute,” I called, angrily, stuffing my dense manhood back into my pants. It was painfully obvious and painfully close to spewing cum but I wasn’t sure how long they’d been knocking.
In a last ditch effort at hiding it, I grabbed that stack of papers and held them in both hands, keeping my arms slack. It wasn’t going to work but it was better than nothing. My hands were probably going to leave the scent of my own cock on those sheets. Absently, I thought of how Vivienne might react when I handed them to her, and opened the door.
It was her. My blood ran south. Somehow, impossibly, I got harder, painfully harder.
“Yes?” I asked gruffly, my gaze locking onto her’s. A deep red hue bloomed across her tan cheeks. Always so shy.
“I, um, I just wanted to see if you had the binder dividers in your office. I need to separate the policies from each other and,” she paused. Her gaze had flicked downward in her embarrassment and it seemed she’d noticed what was throbbing for her. I stared at her lips as she blinked, looking down for a second too long. My cock twitched. She looked back up at me, her plump lower lip catching between her teeth. She exhaled gently.
“Go on.” I demanded.
Now she didn’t look away from my eyes. She stood taller and I glanced at her chest, wondering what those perky tits must look like without all that fabric.
“…And I need dividers to organize it.” She finished.
“Hmm,” I hummed lowly. “First, finish these by lunch. Let me check.” I handed the stack over to her, brushing against her fingers as they left my grip. And as I walked back to my desk, the bulge in my suit was on full display. Rummaging through my drawers, I was facing her, and I felt fearless — I grabbed my cock through my pants right in front of her, giving it a generous squeeze as I plucked out a pack of dividers.
I walked slowly to her, making eye contact the entire time while her gaze was fleeting, finding my own eyes but always heading south again.
“Here,” I murmured.
She breathed heavily through her mouth, her chest visibly rising and falling.
“Get to work.”
She turned away from me, silent and I stared at her full, rounded ass, the cheeks bouncing a bit with every step. One of these days I was going to bend her over and fuck that ass so hard she’d be begging me to pull it out.
But for now I jerked my cock at my desk, the thought of rubbing the head into that tight little asshole sending me bucking my hips up and my balls contracting so hard my cum shot into the air and splattered on the floor around me.
I breathed heavily.
And then fixed my appearance and got to typing.
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