You.

It’s… you.

I have to stop in the doorway of the conference room, pretending to check my phone, which I almost drop as I pull it from my pocket.

It’s you. I knew someone from your company had been scheduled to appear today but I never once thought it would be you. After all, you live hundreds of miles away and in spite of years- years! – of hard core online flirtation, we have never met.

Until now. You’re here, and I don’t know what to say or do or even think. I stay paused, letting Derek and Melissa pass by me, giggling and making you look up and before I can stop myself I duck from the room again, pretending to take a call.

You. Terrifyingly intelligent, acid tongued and so beautiful it has my heart knocking in my chest, trying to force its way up my throat.

I turn toward the room again, slowly, pretending to adjust my glasses while hiding my face. You haven’t seen me yet and I need that element of surprise, to catch you as off guard as you’ve done me.

Jesus. You’re wearing a pencil skirt, black and so tight I can see the outline of your panties, stretched over the soft curve of your ass. That ass you’ve dressed up in a million, little costumes to cheer up your “Wonder Twin,” as you’ve called me since we found how much we had in common.

I almost groan out loud as you bend over the table, talking to Karl and Lisa about something that makes your face light up, your hands fluttering around as you describe whatever has you so excited. My own hands are shaking and I force them still, running them over my hair and adjusting my glasses.

You’re wearing a white, button down blouse and I can see tattoos peeking out from under the French cuffs, scrolling over the backs of both hands. My little bad girl, in the flesh. I need a glass of water desperately but the closest source is in the room with you and I need a few more seconds.

You, with your black hair tied up in a high, tight ponytail that skates across your back as you move, tempting me to pull. Blunt bangs curve over the face I have been talking to (among other things) for almost a decade, making you look like a strange, dark pinup girl but I know that’s your intention, like a poisoned flower arranging its petals just so.

The room is full of department heads now and I have no choice but to go in or be late.

I force myself to be normal. Whatever that means. Your back is still to me as I enter, nodding to everyone and taking the last seat in the back row. This conveniently puts me behind Tom, who is wider than his chair and even taller than I am, so I adjust my own seat so that good, old Tom blocks me from your immediate view.

You’re wearing ballet flats, black leather, compact and classic. You always said you can’t walk in heels and this close to you I realize just how small you are; the top of your head just reaches my shoulder. I follow those shoes up to linger on the swell of your ass again, the wide, black belt tight around your waist over the white, fitted shirt. You can’t resist a little, subversive element to your style, can you? Case in point; when you turn I can see your bra, ever so briefly, through your shirt. The fluorescent lights show a hint of red lace, taut over your small breasts- breasts that I know are high and firm and heavily tattooed. Your secrets thrill up my spine and straight into my cock, and I have to shift to cover the erection I’m going to now have to fight.

I can see your face now. In the flesh. In person. This is almost surreal and I’m greedy for the little expressions that skitter across it, your big, green eyes widening and those full, pouty lips curving into a grin under matte, red lipstick that makes you look even more pale, a corporate goth Snow White.

You wear no jewelry and I want to walk up and grab you by your ponytail and order you to your knees, to make you smear that lipstick all over my cock in front of everyone and show them who you belong to, and what my dirty little minx can do.

Minx is definitely the word for you. The meeting starts and you sit down in front of Tom, your fat, little ass shifting under that tight skirt. You flip your ponytail back and it hits Tom on the arm and you smile and apologize, the plea in your voice making my cock jump again.

This meeting is going to be hell.

Karl and Lisa start things off and I try to focus, I really do, but there you are, your feet dangling just off the floor because you are a petite, little thing, all slender muscle under your business attire. I’m trying and failing not to imagine you in all the little costumes you photographed yourself in for me, enticing me and driving me crazy as an elf, schoolgirl, a stewardess, or the devil herself.

I’m remembering a particularly naughty video you sent me just last week during one of our porn hunting sessions- or “Wonder Twinning” as you like to call it- when Karl introduces you to the room. You give a little wave and turn- I shift behind Tom, murmuring my own hello- and I try to calm my leaping heart.

The meeting lasts approximately seventeen years and I’m grateful, because it would be awkward to approach you with a massive erection. As we ready to leave, I sneak to the back of the room as you speak to everyone who approaches- and you’re too beautiful,  so they all do.

I wait. I’ve waited this long, so this is nothing. I’m about to meet you. I’m about to speak to you, face to face.

Let’s be honest. I’m going to fuck you until you can’t walk.

I touch your shoulder and it’s as dainty as the rest of you. You turn. You gasp.

I grin. “Fancy meeting you here.”

You’re blushing immediately, pink color blooming in your cheeks. “Hi, tiger!”

That deep, husky voice. My cock jumps and I scream at it, mentally, to stay down for now. I’m already making up an excuse to get you out of here and into my bed, forget the rest of this work day.

You’re staring up at me and neither one of us is saying anything but you’re smirking now and I just want to fuck that little smile off your face, make you scream my name and ruin your subtle but perfect makeup. It’s almost scary how much you turn me on just by standing there.

You tuck a stray hair behind your ear and stammer out how you had wondered- hoped- that you would see me today. You had wanted it to be a surprise.  

“I’m definitely surprised.” I can’t help but grin down at you and you smile back, reaching out a hand as though to touch me before remembering yourself and snatching it back. Good girl.

“Your teeth are even nicer and shinier in person.”

I laugh. “Thank you.”

I lean down, then, getting my lips as close to your ear as I can without raising suspicion. “Your everything is even nicer in person.”

“Aww.” You flutter your hands around your face with that same half smile that drives me crazy. “Thank you, sir.”

I grit my teeth. Sir. If you had whispered, “Daddy” I would be either fired or involved in a straight up HR nightmare because I would have thrown you right onto that conference table and fucked you until you screamed my name in front of everyone.

Apparently reading my mind, you pull out your phone in its silly, purple case and type something that vibrates in my back pocket a few seconds later.

We walk down the hall with the rest of the managers and I take my phone out and pull up the message you’ve sent.

“Hi, daddy.” With a little, purple heart emoji. Fuck.

I text you back and run ahead to my own boss, stammering something about a potential family emergency (potential only- don’t want to jinx myself.) They’re empathetic and I’m gone, dashing for my locker and coat with my phone in my hands, relaying orders to you.

You’re waiting right where I want you. My good, little kitten.

You look up and smile as I stalk toward you, gesturing for you to follow me. You’ve already called for an Uber and they arrive surprisingly quickly, an older man with an assortment of hard candies for his passengers who listens to jazz too loudly and it stinks of too much vanilla air freshener and it’s perfect. I usher you into the back seat and give the driver my address and then you’re on me, tangling your hands in
my hair and all but yanking me down for a kiss.

Christ on a fucking bike but you taste amazing, like sugar doughnuts and strawberry milk and I groan as you bite at my lower lip, pulling.

You demure when our driver clears his throat but go right to your phone, sending me a series of filthy messages about exactly what we’re going to do when we reach my place. I’ll have it to myself at this time of day so I’m going to make you scream and cry and beg, little one. I tell you as such in text and you take in a harsh, shuddering breath, giving me a feline smile.

The car ride takes far too long but I tip well anyway and then I’m all but pushing you into the apartment, not bothering with a tour as I finally grow impatient and just pick you up over my shoulder after you kick off your shoes.

You shriek with laughter and wiggle delightedly in my grip but I’ve got you now and it’s over.

By whatever miracle, in this moment, you’re mine.

I drop you onto my bed and you laugh like a bell, crawling over immediately to pull my pants open, my hardening cock twitching in your tiny hands as you raise it to those bee-stung, red lips.

I curse as your tongue comes out, licking under the head as your cold fingers stroke down the shaft. You look up at me as you try to swallow me down but I’m growing far too big for that little mouth, smearing your lipstick down your chin.

“Good girl.” I groan as you work your tongue over me, drooling, and wrap my hand around the base of your ponytail,  pushing myself in deeper to make your eyes water.

I fuck your mouth slowly, reaching down to cup your chin and force you to look up at me, meet my green eyes with your own. “Wonder twins fully activated.” I grin down at you as you try to glare, your mouth tightening in a seal around me and making me let out a moan.

You’re pulling off your belt and unbuttoning your blouse as you choke on my cock, your wet mouth slobbering all down the length of me and making me throb. The red, lace bra is revealed as well as the tattoos that cover a large portion of your body, and I reach down to pinch your nipples through the cloth, making you jump.

You pull your mouth away with a sucking pop that makes my whole body shake and lean back, inching your tight skirt up over your thighs, which are wrapped in black stockings.

You whisper, “I need you, daddy.” and I can all but see the heart emoji in your voice and I rip my own shirt off, dropping to my knees in front of you and pushing your legs back and open.

Black panties are revealed. The word “pervert” is printed on them in elegant, pink script, making me give you a smile before I yank them aside and bury my tongue in your smooth,  shaved, little pussy.

“You taste so fucking sweet,” I murmur into your body, the vibration of my deep voice against your clit making you whimper and jump. I grab your hips with bruising force, sliding around to cup your ass, kneading the muscles to make you moan and grab at my hair and I’m biting, sucking, eating at your sex, your cum coating my tongue and drooling down my chin.

You sob my name and I rise up over you, tearing my pants and boxers down my legs and pushing your knees back by your ears, my flexible little girl. I rub the head of my cock over and over your clit, swirling it through your juices and coating the full length of it, making you beg- I promised, after all- before I shove the broad head into you.

You’re whimpering and struggling to take it, almost crying, and it’s too good. I work myself into you like a puzzle piece and it’s more perfect than I ever imagined, almost too tight and hot and so wet my comforter is soaked under your ass.

I nip at your fingers as you push my hair back from my face, touching my glasses and your giggles turn to moans as I shift your hips under mine, pulling you down hard onto my cock. You cum almost immediately, trying to fight it, biting hard at your own wrist to muffle your voice.

I laugh, groaning as your pussy clenches hard around me, flooding me with your cum and I slam into you hard and harder,  filling the room with the wet sound of flesh hitting flesh and your sobs.

“Bad girl,” I punctuate this by slamming the full length of my dick into you and you wince in painful pleasure, writhing under me. “Cumming without daddy’s permission.”

You moan, blushing again and I pull all of the way out, grinning at your disappointed whimper.

“Up.” I command, and slap your ass as you roll over, making it shake in the little, “pervert” panties that I hook my thumb around and yank down your thighs.

You whisper, “I’m sorry, daddy…” in the saddest, little voice imaginable and it almost works, almost takes my control away.  But you need to be punished. And I need to hurt you, just a little.

My hand is huge against your ass, coming down with a hard crack that turns your white skin red, immediately. You let out a cry that jolts down my cock like a lightning bolt and I grab that swinging ponytail, pulling hard enough to arch your back.

You say my name again but it won’t work this time; I spank you over and over until your mascara is in black tracks down your cheeks, a beautiful mess.

When you’re well and truly sobbing I kick your thighs apart from behind, shoving myself into your dripping sex to make you cry out in relief.

“You wanted daddy’s dick, huh?” I fuck you hard with each word, grinding inside of your heat to make us both shudder. “Tell me.”

You giggle- you giggle- and toss your hair back to slap me in the face with a coconut scented cloud. “Fuck my naughty, little holes, daddy. Make me cum all over your cock again, please daddy-”

“Fuck.” I say, emphatically, and push you flat into my bed, burying my cock up to the hilt and making you scream into the comforter, pinned under my weight.

I cup the cheeks of your ass, pulling them apart to see the tiny, pink pucker of your hole. I grind my cock into you as I reach around, sliding two of my fingers between your full, wet lips, past your sharp teeth.

“Suck me.” I command, and you do, your tongue swirling around my fingers, hot and dripping.

I pull them back, parting your cheeks again to wet that little hole, sliding inside to stretch you open and make you mewl into my bed, shaking.

My cock is so wet with your juices that when I replace my fingers with it the head slides into your little asshole easily, your muscles clamping down as you moan, shaking.  

I whisper your name and then bite your ear as I arch over you, distracting you as my cock fills your ass, slow and gentle.

You’re gasping my name, then “Oh, sir!” as I begin to fuck your ass, spitting down onto my cock to lubricate it more, ease my way deep into your secret places.

You’re so tight and hot and this is so dirty that I’m close already, so I reach down, smoothing my hand down your body, kneading your breasts before I find your dripping pussy and sliding first one, then two of my long fingers into you, working my thumb over your clit and making you scream.  

I fuck both of your holes at once, your ass swallowing my cock deep, almost too tight, your cunt so wet it’s pouring down your thighs, making my thrusts inside of you slick and hot and easy.

You choke out my name, stammering, begging for permission to cum and you’re such a good, little sex kitten that I grind out, “Yes, good girl!”

You cum again, your cunt gushing over my fingers and cock as your body clamps down on it over and over, pulling my own orgasm out of me with a scream as I fill your little asshole, shaking, my heart beating almost out of my chest.

I pull out with a groan and we roll onto our sides, me easing a hand over your hip while watching my cum drip out of you with pride.

You whisper, “Thank you, sir.” in such a soft, little voice that I want to fuck you again, immediately.  I will, later, once we clean up and I fill your mouth with food, and then other things.

We have all the time in the world. Because it’s me. And it’s you.

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