Author: Infinite-Shirt-9172

One of the rare opportunities where Adler and I were late in the office together. Very late. And very alone.I was in my chair when she came over, this sauntering stride she has, confident and aloof. As she walks behind me, her hand strokes my shoulder and encourages me to turn the chair to face her. She’s biting her lip and staring at me, and this is stirring thoughts of opportunity. I bite my own lip and take her hand, turning my chair as I do, encouraging her to come to the desk and to sit on the edge of it.As she is perched I stand and press my hips against hers, closing the gap between us and kissing her hard on the mouth, her tongue meeting mine. My hands roughly take her chest, feeling the fabric of her dress over her gorgeous tits, but no bra? Did she prepare for this I think to myself? Either way I can already feel her nipples pressing through the fabric against my palms, and I’m sure she can feel how I’m getting harder against her hips.There’s something I wanted to do, here in the office so I see this as the perfect chance. I break away from kissing her and slowly drop to my knees, sliding my hands down her soft legs as I go. Her hands are holding the edge of the desk and she knows why I’m here, so Adler brings her legs up over my shoulders, the loose dress now being moved out of the way.My teeth, my tongue, my lips are teasing the inside of her thigh, my hand firm on her other leg, and as I slide this up her thigh I notice her underwear isn’t there, she definitely prepared for this before she came over. That turns me on more and I can’t resist flicking her clit with my tongue before clamping my lips around it. Slow kisses and long strokes with my tongue to begin with. Soon I introduce the hand that was on her thigh, using two fingers to gently penetrate her, pressing them inside her up to the knuckle. She lets out that trademark low moan as my fingers are inside her and my tongue is circling her clit.This is what I wanted, I want her to imagine this was a kind of functional orgasm. Her at work, bored and trying to work through some problem, her hand absentmindedly going to her clit, wishing she could wank to relieve some tension and be able to concentrate. But now I’m helping her, so rather than her fingers, she’ll be cumming on mine, and my tongue.I plunge my tongue inside her and taste her, my hands back to holding her thighs. Her breathing changes, she likes this. I pick up the pace, more furiously eating her cunt now. But I need her to cum, so i go back to her clit with my mouth, sucking, nibbling and licking her now swollen clit, and pressing more fingers inside her, pumping her. My tongue and my hand working together. I feel her legs press on my shoulders and can see her hands gripping the desk now as she is getting closer. I try to keep the pace despite just wanting to get faster and just burying my face in her wet cunt right now, but her orgasm is more important than what I want. I feel her lurch forward, her legs trembling, the sound of her breathing disappeared as the orgasm hit, strong wave by strong wave, her legs now squeezing me as my fingers are still pumping her.I started to slow down, allowing her legs to disengage from the grip they had me in before stopping and standing up. She’s sat there, breathing heavy, her mouth slightly open, her eyes wide and her pupils dilated. But there’s something there that’s telling me she wants more. And I definitely do, my erection is almost painfully contained in my trousers still.Adler tried to hook her heels behind my legs as she’s unbuttoning my trousers, easing them down, exposing my cock. But with a bite of my lip and a shake of my head I let her know it’s not happening that way. I pull her off the desk so she’s now standing, and then turn her around. In that movement she has now slightly lent forward, but I put my hand on her back to bend her over. I lift up her dress, getting a glimpse of her pert arse. My hand is now guiding my cock into her, feeling her wet opening, and then slowly pressing myself in to her tight cunt.By this point, I’m just inside her but I need to fuck her. This isn’t about wanting to make love to her, this is about fucking, and now Adler was mine. She wasn’t a friend, or a person I knew, she was a part exposed, dripping wet, desk bound sex toy. I start with long languid strokes, aware she has not long cummed so wanting her to feel every inch of my moving inside her. My hands are on her hips pulling her towards me with each thrust, her hands are on the back of the desk, her tits are firmly on the desk and her head is to the side so I can see her face. My strokes turn to faster, harder, more punishing blows, me just wanting to fuck her as hard as I can, relentlessly pounding her. My cock is already throbbing inside her, and she is up on her toes, changing the angle I’m at, pushing me closer and closer. I can’t hold off any longer, and I unleash my orgasm inside her, deep inside her. I can feel it bursting out of me and flooding inside her warm, wet cunt. The mix of hers and mine is now spilling out.We slow down and catch our breaths, I’m still inside her and she’s still bent over the desk. After a moment she says:”Holmes, I’m working late every day this week”.

Like today, waking up in bed and immediately thinking that this is the same bed where Adler was laying on her back, her thighs on my shoulders, her wrists tied to the slats and my tongue circling her clit. Remembering the soft skin of her thighs pressing into the side of my head, recalling how one hand would be resting on her hip bone, occasionally gliding up her body to caress and hold one of her breasts as I continued to kiss, to lick and suck her clit. Remembering her moving her pelvis up slightly as my tongue slid inside her, and remembering the moans as I started to use my fingers in unison with my mouth. Having one hand firmly on her nipple, my lips and tongue on her clit, while my fingers penetrated her cunt. All Adler could do was lay back and enjoy, moaning, breathing hard, fucking my mouth as she got closer and closer to finishing, her moans going quiet, her body tensing up as the orgasm hit her, and hit my tongue.After finally getting out of bed, and going to get in the shower I paused and recalled you in the shower with me, you standing but lent forward your hands on the tiles, your feet up on their toes. My hands on yours hips and my cock slowly entering your arse. I remember the water beating down on us as with each thrust I was getting deeper into you, going from short softer strokes to longer harder thrusts, you almost lifting off your feet as I’m beginning to slam into your tight arse. Your breathing is hard and shallow, my moans are loud at the sensation of this, and that’s before you start to push back in rhythm with me. I remember when your head turn to look at me, and your lips were parted, your eyes began to to roll ever so slightly, and it became too much to handle and I need to erupt inside you. I remember the pressure building, trying to stay in rhythm, but just wanting to fuck you as hard as I could until I came hard in your arse, feeling like I would stop cumming, my hands on your hips, my chest now resting on your back.Then after my shower I’m heading down stairs when another memory hits me, of me sat on on the steps with you kneeling a few steps lower. Your hand gently holding the base of my cock, your lips and tongue gliding over the head of me. I remember how hard I was, how soft your lips were as they parted over me, how intense your tongue felt as it circled my head. I remembered how you began to use your hand more, squeezing tighter at the base, before slowly moving up the shaft and beginning to stroke me as you continued to suck me. I then remember how without me saying how close I was you brought your mouth away and brought your gorgeous tits closer, now wanking me very hard. I remember your mouthing the words “cum, cum for me” as your hand worked my cock, the tip occasionally brushing your breasts. You must have felt me tense up as you held even tighter as my orgasm came, me moaning your name loudly as you wanked me, my hot cum exploding out onto your massive tits, the force hitting me hard in the stomach, as wave after wave, and pulse after pulse of cum covered your chest. Your hand still working me, you seemingly wanting every drop of me on your gorgeous tits.I move into the living room, my hand touching the table as I do, and a memory flashes into my head. A memory of clothes hastily thrown about the floor, a memory of you bent over the table, a memory of animalistic groaning, of my hand on your back pushing you down and my other hand in your hair pulling it towards me. I remember your hands scratching into the table. Your legs spread slightly, my throbbing cock deep inside your pussy. I remember how wet you were, dripping onto the table as we were fucking. I remember not being able to have enough of you, wanting every inch of me to be pounding into you, want you to feel every thing, wanting to hold you down and fuck you senseless and wanting you to cum hard over me. I remember your pussy tightening around me, your legs closing as you started to cum, and I remember that was what pushed me over the edge. Your body shaking, your cunt soaked and dripping, your breathing hard as you were face down on the table cumming with my cock deep inside you. My body shaking, my cock trembling and pulsing inside you, erupting and blowing inside you, my cum mixing with yours and dripping out of you, but we keep cumming together, my hands hard on your back, your fingers digging into the table as we slow down, spent, and wanting more.

Rarely in the midst of pleasuring your partner do you wish you could step back and just take in the view of what’s happening, but this was just one of those occasions.Adler, naked and beautiful, lounging on the sofa, her legs draped over my shoulders. Her right hand holds a champagne flute, her left gliding through my short hair. I’m on my knees in front of her, feeling the heat and the pressure from her thighs around my head. My left hand is gripping her thigh, my right hand has two fingers searching slowly inside her, glistening in the low light. My mouth is around her clit, my tongue circling, flicking, my lips kissing and sucking. I’m eager for her to cum, the prospect of hearing her moan out loud, her wanting to cum over my mouth and fingers as she slowly bucks her hips at me, wanting to fuck my mouth. That’s when the first drops hit me, just grazing my lip and tongue. Champagne. I gaze up and see her with her held tilted backwards as she slowly pours champagne down her perfect body, streaming past her chest, past her navel and to my mouth. The cold fizz is helping her, I can hear it in her breathing, so I pull my mouth back slowly and let her drip the champagne down her body, over her tits, down onto her pussy. Im not away for long before her hand is pulling my head back, tasting that sweet mix of cold champagne and warm Adler. Her thighs start to squeeze around my head, so I grip back with my left hand as my tongue and fingers work in unison, not just to tip her over the edge, but to drive her off the cliff. It’s working, I can hear her breathing, I can feel her body, she wants to cum hard and she’s going to cum now. That guttural moan and tension in her body as waves of pleasure hit her, my tongue giving pressure on her clit as my fingers keep the motion steady, then she relaxes, almost completely except her hand is still holding my mouth against her. She isn’t ready to stop yet.