The Office

Pay attention.

Your office door is closed. It’s so provocative, an incitement to mischief. And how on earth am I meant to resist that?

A part of me whispers I should leave you be, but I’m going to ignore that, a childlike part of me raging that you think you can shut me out.

You barely register as I knock gently and walk in the room. As I suspected, you’re deep in thought. The furrow between your eyebrows just begging to be relieved. So technically, I’m on a rescue mission.

You glance up when I put the cup on your desk, nod your thanks and turn back to the screen. Oh no – that’s so not OK! Computer says no. You’re not getting away that easily.

The surprise on your face when I push back your chair is inordinately satisfying. Good. Now I have your attention.

“What the…”

Too late. My leather skirt rides up as I straddle your lap, lace against your crotch. You might not have been expecting me, but your cock is definitely starting to warm to the idea.

“Sarah…”

Whatever you were going to say is lost as I grip your hair, pulling your head back for a look and a kiss. Slow and unequivocal. Right now, you’re all mine. Biting your lip between my teeth to vent some of my frustration at being shut outside – your yelp a balm to my bruised ego.

Thighs hard against thighs, I grind against you, as much for my benefit as yours, feeling your cock waking beneath me. Ah. Yes. That’s much better. I smile my little smile, the one you love, before leaning in to breathe in the skin of your neck. You smell heady. Utterly fuckable.

Your hands grab my bum, holding me firm against you. When I nip you again, I earn a smack. Perfect. Another smack and I’m purring with delight. I want to rub myself all over you, feline and feral. Oh yes, please, punish me for my insolence.

I sense the power shift now you’ve adjusted to the idea, and my body crackles with excitement.

“Get on your knees.”

The tone of your voice triggers some Pavlovian response that makes my whole body clench and release. Your lust-gaze is locked on mine as I sink between your thighs, your subtle smile letting me know you’ll let me have my small victory but I better not get too comfortable.

My eyes lower to your crotch as you pull out my prize, precome at the tip. Mouth already watering before I put my lips around you, mapping the veins with my tongue. A quick pause to wet my hand. As my mouth envelops you, saliva coated fingers slide over your balls and perineum, just the way you like.

Hearing your breath change as you let me worship your cock makes my body soften and moisten, and I mewl my displeasure when you push me back, sliding your chair away and lifting me to my feet.

You hold me so close, unconsciously using your size to overpower me. That’s a game I’ll always lose - it just makes me want you even more.

“Please just fuck me already.”

You laugh, a touch of triumph, before tango-ing us over to the sofa. You push me over the edge, skirt tight over my ass, face down in the upholstery, excited for whatever you want to do to me.

As soft leather is smoothed under your hands, my skin beneath is sensitised to every touch. You spread your hands down the side of my taut thighs, the gap between them feeling even more empty. I don’t move, just waiting, enjoying your attention.

Your hands move round the hem to the inside of my knees. Soft skin is electrified as you slowly stroke up the skin of my inner thighs. I’m so sensitive there, it’s hard to breathe. Your firm hands push the skirt up with tantalising deliberation, your fingers moving up towards where I really want them.

You don’t touch me, you villain, but you push my skirt up around my hips and just look at me. No rush. Just taking me in. I know you can see my wetness through my white lace pants. I love feeling exposed to you. Defiantly needy.

You bend down and just sniff me, taking in my scent before blowing gently. Warm breath seeps through lace, a whispering touch on blood-swollen flesh. I’m so fucking ready for you, my eyes close so I can savour every sensation of you behind me.

You stroke one finger up the crack between my cheeks and I finally breathe. As you push the fabric to one side, every nerve in my body is focussed on your fingers. I want them inside me so badly.

“Are you my pretty little fuck toy, Sarah?”

What? I scramble for words.

“Yes, Sir.”

And with that you shove two fingers inside me. Oh fuck. My eyes flash open as my back arches. Oh God, yes. Yes.

I gasp for air every time you push them in. My body winds tighter with every exhale, my wetness clinging to your fingers when you pull them out. Too soon you stop and I feel breath on my needy flesh. You lick all the way up from my clit - tongue firm, no irritating featheriness but a wonderfully intentional pressure.

“Delicious. But just a taste for today, my greedy little provocateur. It’s time to fuck you now.”

No complaints here. I’ve already had more of you than I hoped for. But I do need your cock inside me. Now.

That first thrust. Always my favourite. Like the first bite of a perfectly sun-ripened peach. My body is so primed with anticipation, my insides spasm, my nipples hardening even more as I cry out.

As you move in me, I grip the sofa to push my body back hard on you, trying to get as much of your cock as I can. Your balls slapping against my taut ass as we push each other onwards, upwards.

I sense your body changing, your thrusts more uncontrolled, as my own orgasm gathers. I hear myself begging. Please. Don’t stop. Please. Fuck. Just a bit more…

Ah… There she is…

My whole body opens - my mouth, my vulva, my chest. That incredible expansion, body and brain flooded with dopamine and oxytocin. I can’t keep time with you any longer, my limbs are offline. But you’re there with me now, and as my body pulses around your cock, you come inside me so fucking hard I feel it in my toes.

Wow.

A beat to recover. A breath, as we start to come back to ourselves.

You slump on me a moment, a precious weight on my back, kissing my neck before moving off me. Coming back with tissues to clean us up.

We just sit on the floor, my back to your chest, your arms around me as we silently, tenderly digest what just happened. Eventually I move, knowing our time is up.

A brief kiss and you move back to your desk, whilst I head out the door.

I have a pang of wistfulness as I leave you to your work, and new distractions. I can sense your attention is already moving elsewhere - I’ll soon be gone from your mind.