I generally give myself a very good advice when it comes to regular situations, though I was very seldom to follow them when it comes to my desires.
I saw her standing there, being angelic looking in that white outfit. You would think that a two-piece business white attire and heels would make every woman look somewhat intimidating or even bossy for some ego fragile male simp, but for me, she was always so impeccable and delicate that my instincts were re-signified and translated into pure love and lust about something so candid as her and put me into a daydream instantly. But that’s because I knew her in a very different aspect. Because in our day-to-day corporative environment she was one of the best that we had in our time. So eager to win and the only thing that I could think by now was that I was so eager to fuck her. Again.
She saw my eagle eyes scouring her perfect figure from a far but still unsafe distance (for her) from opened door at my office. She instantly mimicked a little smirk into the most professional and cold sober face while she was talking with a colleague, but I knew what was on her mind in that nano-second that she glanced at me from the corner of her eyes. She was hankering another saporous and indulging fuck. But would that happen again? It wouldn’t be prudent of us- to say the least.
I spent the whole day thinking about it and those succulent thoughts were coming and going like a consistent tide gently kissing the shore, making me unproductive and even a little unwieldy.
That brought me to a miffed frustration state.
As a manager, I should be the example and stay focused and steady as I go. The workaholic in me was indignantly screaming but once again, when it comes to my desires, I’m not the regular person that I usually I’m. At that moment, there was hardly enough of me left to make one respectable person. I had to solve that shit.
It was past 10pm, on a very hot and summery night. And all the rest of the employees on that floor had left, as they should as a Friday night past commercial hours should be treated.
I was a little irritated by now and thinking about going home and take a shower and finally sink deeper into this bath of unapologetic realness.
Relax a little.
Maybe a good wank would calm me down and bring me back to some clarity and peaceful state. A wank always puts me back on track.
When I finally reunited some courage to get up and leave my table, I got my head up and saw her.
She was standing there, at the entrance of my office, starring at the floor, like a kid that is about to confess some impish but unintended little slip. And either way she looked devilish stunning.
I stacked frozen at my place while she looked up and with simple and honest smile said:
“Hi! I… I was wondering… I… was thinking about what happened the other day and…”
“Close the door, please.” – I said with a firm voice.
Now, don’t get me wrong. I’m not some kind of an office bitch or a mean boss. Quite the opposite. I have an enormous respect and admiration for my team, and it was somewhat funny to see her there, timidly standing in front of me when I knew that she was one of the most avid, energetic, and assertive executives of that company, but apparently, when it comes to us, we were not quite our professional selves.
All the sudden, she scolded herself so severely as to bring tears to her eyes and I instinctively got up and wrapped her into my arms. The flowery smell of her hair instantly invaded my nostrils, ambushing my senses.
“Heeey… don’t worry.”- I said.
She eagerly wrapped her arms around me back, as a beg for comfort and stooped her face into my shoulders.
I could feel her rib cage working furiously to maintain her messy breath pattern under control and her warm breath coming directly to chest was getting me all over the place.
She lifted her head and looked me in the eyes. For my surprise, she wasn’t crying or looking upset. She was just there, impassively looking into my eyes. Her face was very close to mine and her hands came straight away to my face, to hold it.
“I can’t stop thinking about that night.”
Her brown eyes were trapping mine whilst she said it. She didn’t stutter. She didn’t blinked.
And that’s when I understood. This crazy attraction that I got for her, this incredibly lust came from her psychopathic charm.
She wasn’t there for comforting or to get into a co-joint guilty trip about our last week crazy and imprudent sex night after a team happy hour. She was there for more.
That twisted little play and the abrupt change of mood was for my benefit even.
The understanding hit me in the face and made me instantly want her. Want her as one. Want her inside me. Want her body so close to mine…
But that thought was interrupted by a passionate kiss.
She leaned her head towards to me and I could feel her moisty and soft lips on mine. I closed my eyes and let my desire take me to a proper place where I belong: into her body.
I grabbed her waist and brought her close to mine while we kissed. That kiss was so urgent and needy, and we felt that we could not hold anything. Not anymore.
We marched together while we were still tangled on that kiss towards to the blue sofa in my office. We never let go from that kiss. She was in an absolutely hunger state and eating me alive.
I lay down in the sofa while she was on top of me, still kissing me urgently. My right hand held her neck while the other was exploring her body, caressing her waist, and going to the top of belly towards to her breasts.
They were not big and I loved how sweet they tasted in my mouth last time. That thought made me wet my panties. My thumb pressed her nipples on top of her blouse in a circular movement making them sharp and pointy, she sighted.
Her hands were in a desperate quest, trying to get rid of my top, unbuttoning it. Her legs were sideling my hips and her torso still leaned on top of me, while we kiss.
When she finally managed to take off my blouse, I went up and adjusted my position, while she was still were sited on my lap.
As a good girl, she took the chance take off her top, revealing a soft skin and juicy nipples. They were so pointy that it felt like a personal attack. A sassy invitation to put them in my mouth.
I adjusted her position in my lap, making both of us more comfortable, and started to suck those nipples. I licked them while she held my head and stroke my hair.
I could feel her body warm and her chest panting. They were so sweet.
I grabbed both and squeezed from below while my tongue circled her left nipple. My mouth could fully cover her breast as I would be eating a mild and fine desert.
My left hand came to a rescue and playfully pinched the other nipple, and started to entertain it, by rubbing it between my thumb and index finger. And my mouth never stopped working, giving some attentive little sucks and licks to the other nipple.
She moaned and let her head fall behind.
I slapped her breast with my hand and that came as a sudden awakening from her deliriously pleasure. Suddenly her hips started to thrust on my lap.
She was rubbing her wet pussy against my thighs and her impatient movements drove me crazy.
I could feel my pussy damp as well and the only thing I could ever want at that moment was her making a feast of me. And she instantly understood my need.
We urged to tear our clothes apart and I could see in her eyes that she wanted to prove herself.
We kissed again and I could feel our breasts rubbing against each other, while we were standing up for a brief moment. We fistful grabbed each other’s butts. She squeezed my butt and hold the butt cheeks high, making those meaty twins separate for moment. I could feel my asshole wink and a juicy and warm portion coming out of my vagina. I was so wet.
I lay down in the sofa and she walked on my direction. She stopped in front of me and looked to me for a while. Her eyes were practically absorbing my body, soaking it in a brown pool that was her eyes, making it moist and ready to be eaten.
She got down on her knees and her eyes never let go of mine, starring at it the whole time while she was kneeling.
Her hands caressed my thighs and I got goose bumps from her soft touch. She opened my legs and got closer to me. Her head gently fell into them, and her lips started to kiss its insides. Gently.
I took a deep breath.
Her face was getting closer to my pussy and I was getting more and more excited when she softly kissed it. Right on top.
And once again we went to that twisted change. From the furious lust of the beginning to a controlled and border line psychopathic and calm desire.
My asshole winked again.
Her lips got into the top of my vagina, separating my lips. Easily. They were so moist that one was practically sliding from the other.
Her tongue started to work gently down there with up and down movements while her arms were grabbing my thigs, making them steady.
Her head was moving accordingly, and her tongue was getting deep inside my pussy. I quivered.
Her movements started to get gradually faster, and her hands moved from my tights to my pussy.
With one hand she pushed the top of my pussy making my clit get exposed and the other was right next to my vagina entrance, with a thumb dangerously close to its insides.
She looked to it as she has a full and succulent meal in front of her.
And once again her tongue started to work, her movements got more vigorous and her tongue were coming up and down into my clit, while she inserted a finger in my pussy.
She was fast and skilled. I was feeling so wet and luxurious. I started to thrust my hips against her face.
I closed my eyes to enjoy that moment and I could feel an electric string run through my body. I’ve started to thrust faster and harder and her finger joined the same rhythm, dictated from my crazy lust.
My legs started to shake. She got her head up and inserted two fingers this time. She adjusted her position and went on me faster and stronger. My breath was fast, and my heart was beating in a crazy pace.
She held the upper part of my stomach and inserted her fingers deeper inside me. Coming and going. I opened my legs wider in a hope that I could absorb more of that if I opened myself more.
Suddenly when I was almost reaching my point she stopped. My legs were trembling in pleasure.
I wondered If she was giving me a rest but then her arms got steady and her finger came with a frantic movement inside me, as they were trying to gesture an invite to someone to get closer.
And I felt it. I felt her fingers inside my upper belly wall, and that movement were touching a very sensitive part of me. My legs started to uncontrollably shake again, my toes were curling, and I could feel, right over there my body reacting to her, as it knew that she was the one that could reach it.
She did once, twice, three times. I was on a verge of faint, my brain was foggy, and I felt that I could almost touch the sky. The sensation of her touch was so amazing, and I felt a warm wave inside me, a full mix of feelings and I couldn’t hold anymore. I lost the track of my surroundings.
Right there, I got this convulsively orgasm. It was liberating.
I could feel a string of a warm portion coming out of my vagina as a concrete proof of my orgasm, I shook, and I lost my sense.
It was like my body didn’t exist in this mundane plan anymore, and I finally reached the nirvana.
When I finally came back and recovered a little of my senses, I saw her smiling. She seemed proud of her accomplishment
She leaned over and kissed me. Such a capital one to get me there. Truly, a good girl.
I wanted to reward her, I wanted to do the same for her, but as she guessed my thoughts at the moment. She said:
“No. Today I wanted to please you. Only for today. Now you own me.”
I wasn’t sure if I have some admiration for her to hold me hostage of her lust, using a capsize tactic to keep me around or to be frighted that the student was now getting cheekier than the master. I smiled with that thought.
