Another trip to New York. Another week where our schedules didn’t align for evening play. I wanted to see him. I was willing to sneak away from work mid-day to make it happen. I’d given him rules though: behave yourself so I don’t have to fix my hair and makeup much to go back to work.
Before we met for the first time, we’d discussed lingerie. I told him to send me pictures of the type of stuff he liked. Given his dominant nature, unsurprising that nearly everything looked like a harness. A few days after, I bought something I thought he’d like: blue lace with black straps crossing my chest, shoulders, and hips. It fit me well. It looked hot. It didn’t arrive in time for our first meeting, and I forgot to pack it for the second. I made sure it made it in my bag this trip.
I snuck out of the office before our agreed upon meeting time to get back to the hotel to get ready for Peter. I wanted time to get the lingerie on and make sure I looked good for him. When I got to my room, I slipped it on. He was still 10 mins out, so I whipped out my laptop and banged out a few more emails. I must have looked ridiculous sitting at the desk in nothing but this lingerie working away.
Then I heard a knock at the door.
I moved across the room to answer and opened the door, standing behind it in case others were in the hallway. Then he’s in the room. And his hands are on me. And he’s kissing me. And spinning me around to take a look at me fully. And then he’s bending me over the bed and examining my body with his intense gaze and his hands. I feel the thong of the lingerie be pulled to the side and Peter’s hand on my pussy.
He teases me for a while. Rubbing his fingers over my lips, around my clit (though really just teasing it). I turn my head over my shoulder to try to see him. I catch glimpses of him. I can’t tell if he’s looking up at my face or at my pussy. I think likely both.
He tells me to flip over and move back onto the bed. He’s got that look again. I know that seconds later I’ll be squirting. And I do. The wetness pools, and he rubs his soaked hand over my chest. I’ve splattered some of my juices on his shirt, and he smartly starts removing it. He has to go back to work too. He does a button or two and coyly asks, “Are you going to help me?”
I somehow get the last two buttons undone even though my fingers don’t seem to be working quite right. He drops his pants. I start to do the same with his underwear, and he stops me. “Not yet.”
He lays me back on the bed, pulls the lace aside and dives into my pussy. I claw at the sheets and the back of his head, grasping for anything. I beg for his cock.
He releases me and instructs me to get a towel. I comply. When I walk back out, he’s arranging the desk chair in front of the mirror and window. It’s a great mirror. Floor to ceiling. Wide. It would only be more perfect next to the bed.
He sat down in the office chair and positioned me over him. I’m looking out the window over New York and over my right shoulder watching my pussy slide down over Peter’s cock. It was a sight. Him leaning back in that chair naked with his hands slid under the straps of my lingerie in my hips, me riding his cock in reverse cowgirl style.
He stood me up and fucked me in the window. He pulled me back to the mirror so we could stand next to it and fuck. Watching him slide in and out of me from behind with that strappy lingerie on was so hot. I think I sold myself on lingerie in that moment.
We moved back to the bed. Peter lays down. I climb on top of him. This was the first time I had really ridden him for a while. It was so fucking good. Rolling my hips over his. Lifting myself up off him and lowering back down. I leaned over him, my tits in his face, to get better leverage to ride him. “Can I kiss you, or is that off limits with the makeup?” I desperately wanted him to kiss me, to feel the primal passion we were generating expressed like that too.
I start playing with my clit. “Mmm, yes. Cum on my dick,” Peter says looking up at me from the bed. I’m looking him in the eye as I feel my pussy start to tighten.
“Ohmygod ohmygod ohmygod.” I let loose on his cock.
“Good girl.”
Peter knows I’m seeing someone else later in the evening. We’ve very specifically discussed it already. He’ll later ask me the details and want to know how they compare. What his cock was like. How (if) he made me cum. I ask him if he’s going to leave his cum on me for my date later. “If we were better friends, I’d cum inside you so it drips out of you while he’s fucking you.”
I ride him for a while longer. As he gets closer, he flips me over to my back. “It’s a shame to see this go,” he says as he pulls the lingerie off me.
He slips his cock inside me. Riding him was fun, but I love watching him fuck me. I tell him I want to make him cum. He thrusts into me harder and faster, telling me how wet my pussy is. Then he pulls out, and after a few strokes with his hand, he shoots his cum all over my stomach.
He lays down next to me on the bed. I rest my hand on his chest and check the clock. I have to get going. I’m expected back at work.
I head to the bathroom to clean up my makeup and hair and dab at the exceeds cum. I basically rub it around and into my skin. I slip my skirt suit on and pack up my stuff. Peter and I chat while we’re getting ready.
He’s off on a vacation but there’s promise he’ll be in my city again soon after. I already can’t wait to fuck him again.
I head back to work and later to meet another guy wearing his cum, no one the wiser but Peter and me.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/bsafat/fm_sent_back_to_work_wearing_cum_peter_round_3
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