Working HARD
There were a few times when we met recently that really sent me over the edge. Yes, I've been busy, but I haven't been too busy for you. You're hot. You're amazing, and I mean that in every way.
You walked into my office like you owned it, like you owned me. Yet you told me I owned you. How funny, I thought. You told me to come over to the couch and sit down. I was working. I stopped. I obeyed. You sat down beside me and kissed me deeply and passionately. Our tongues swirled and I felt my brain soften in cottony blissful threads of transparency. At the same time I felt your hands all over my body. Your hands made their way up my shirt, grasping at my chest. They made their way down to throttle my hardening swell through my jeans.
I know my hands were exploring underneath your clothes. And although I don't remember exactly where they'd been or for how long, by the time you moved down to the floor in front of me and sat between my legs I noticed my fingers were sopping wet with your juices. I slowly tasted you on my fingers as I watched you unbuckle my belt and unzip my pants. Your lips explored in my striped boxers, but it didn't take long to find your treasure because it wouldn't stay hidden. Instead it came up to meet you, forcing its way through the opening of my shorts, happy and eager to see you.
You glared at me hungrily as you licked my head then you turned your attention downward, focusing on the job at hand - a job you take much pride in. Not many women are able to please me orally, yet you do an amazing job. And although I never cum via oral stimulation, you drive me completely mad with erotic pleasure from it. You worked my manhood to a steeled frenzy and I could tell you couldn't take it anymore. You looked up at me again with hungry eyes and growled that you needed to be fucked hard. I complied.
Down go the pants, off go the shirts, up you come to your knees on top of me, hanging on to the back of the couch as you rock back and forth and bounce up and down, screaming wildly as my iron rod impales your womanhood. I wrapped one arm around the small of your back, pulling you closer as you continued to bounce up and down. I did this so I could kiss the underside of your tits and circle your nipples with my tongue, driving you wild until I consumed each with a giant gulping suck,.. flicking your nipples inside with my tongue while I'd sucked them into my hot mouth.
After what seemed to be hours to both of us, but in reality was only 25 minutes, you came with such force and explosion that your juices soaked me, running down my rod, dripping down my balls, and running down the inside of my legs. You collapsed on top of me, a satisfied woman; I, a happy man. Yet now it was my turn. I commanded you to lie down on your back on my desk. You complied.
Lifting your legs in the air, I drove in deep and hard, pounding your darkness. Your eyes rolled back in your head. I slowed down a bit, taking long, deep strokes as I watched your excitement mount again and build into yet another orgasm. Waves inside gripped my cock. Convulsions and juices were flowing as you closed your legs in on me as if you were trying to force me out due to the intensity. I wouldn't give in. I wouldn't allow you to expel me.
I grabbed your legs and pulled them wide, forcing myself in deeper, not allowing your reflexes to deprive me of this pleasureful pain you were experiencing. I drove harder. I hammered your tight little cunt. The waves kept coming. Half words and indecipherable utterances escaped your mouth. All I could discern were the words "multiple" and "intense." I smiled as I pounded away with those long deep drives and I could feel your tightness around my swollen cock head from entrance to depths and back again, time after time. I love the way that feels - how my head parts you all the way in and how your hot little pussy sucks my cock on its way out.
After some time you seemed exhausted as if you couldn't take any more. You laid there with a dazed look on your face. I decided it was time for a change. I told you to turn over and stand, leaning over my desk. I know how deep I ram you when we're doggy-style and I know you love it. You willingly turn over although you do seem a bit tired and your legs are somewhat wobbly. I drive you from behind and due to the angle and pressure mounting, I begin to swell even more. I'm so hard I could drive nails into concrete with my cock. You moan loudly and start arching your back first downward then upward. You arch your back down and push back against me as I swell to the maximum inside you.
I tell you I am close and I ask you where you want it. You tell me you want to taste me for the first time. A few minutes later I tell you I'm ready and as I pull out you turn around and sink to your knees, taking me into your mouth as much as you can, as I explode inside you. You swallow every bit and clean me up with your tongue and lips. It is an incredible sensation, albeit slightly unusual for me since I never cum due to oral stimulation. I am weak now as well and I collapse back in my chair. You drape an arm over my leg and nestle yourself next to my now softening cock, as if to thank it and cuddle with it. We both agree it was an incredible session and we can't believe we'd been at it for almost two hours.
It gives new meanings to the phrases, "having fun at work" and "working hard."
You walked into my office like you owned it, like you owned me. Yet you told me I owned you. How funny, I thought. You told me to come over to the couch and sit down. I was working. I stopped. I obeyed. You sat down beside me and kissed me deeply and passionately. Our tongues swirled and I felt my brain soften in cottony blissful threads of transparency. At the same time I felt your hands all over my body. Your hands made their way up my shirt, grasping at my chest. They made their way down to throttle my hardening swell through my jeans.
I know my hands were exploring underneath your clothes. And although I don't remember exactly where they'd been or for how long, by the time you moved down to the floor in front of me and sat between my legs I noticed my fingers were sopping wet with your juices. I slowly tasted you on my fingers as I watched you unbuckle my belt and unzip my pants. Your lips explored in my striped boxers, but it didn't take long to find your treasure because it wouldn't stay hidden. Instead it came up to meet you, forcing its way through the opening of my shorts, happy and eager to see you.
You glared at me hungrily as you licked my head then you turned your attention downward, focusing on the job at hand - a job you take much pride in. Not many women are able to please me orally, yet you do an amazing job. And although I never cum via oral stimulation, you drive me completely mad with erotic pleasure from it. You worked my manhood to a steeled frenzy and I could tell you couldn't take it anymore. You looked up at me again with hungry eyes and growled that you needed to be fucked hard. I complied.
Down go the pants, off go the shirts, up you come to your knees on top of me, hanging on to the back of the couch as you rock back and forth and bounce up and down, screaming wildly as my iron rod impales your womanhood. I wrapped one arm around the small of your back, pulling you closer as you continued to bounce up and down. I did this so I could kiss the underside of your tits and circle your nipples with my tongue, driving you wild until I consumed each with a giant gulping suck,.. flicking your nipples inside with my tongue while I'd sucked them into my hot mouth.
After what seemed to be hours to both of us, but in reality was only 25 minutes, you came with such force and explosion that your juices soaked me, running down my rod, dripping down my balls, and running down the inside of my legs. You collapsed on top of me, a satisfied woman; I, a happy man. Yet now it was my turn. I commanded you to lie down on your back on my desk. You complied.
Lifting your legs in the air, I drove in deep and hard, pounding your darkness. Your eyes rolled back in your head. I slowed down a bit, taking long, deep strokes as I watched your excitement mount again and build into yet another orgasm. Waves inside gripped my cock. Convulsions and juices were flowing as you closed your legs in on me as if you were trying to force me out due to the intensity. I wouldn't give in. I wouldn't allow you to expel me.
I grabbed your legs and pulled them wide, forcing myself in deeper, not allowing your reflexes to deprive me of this pleasureful pain you were experiencing. I drove harder. I hammered your tight little cunt. The waves kept coming. Half words and indecipherable utterances escaped your mouth. All I could discern were the words "multiple" and "intense." I smiled as I pounded away with those long deep drives and I could feel your tightness around my swollen cock head from entrance to depths and back again, time after time. I love the way that feels - how my head parts you all the way in and how your hot little pussy sucks my cock on its way out.
After some time you seemed exhausted as if you couldn't take any more. You laid there with a dazed look on your face. I decided it was time for a change. I told you to turn over and stand, leaning over my desk. I know how deep I ram you when we're doggy-style and I know you love it. You willingly turn over although you do seem a bit tired and your legs are somewhat wobbly. I drive you from behind and due to the angle and pressure mounting, I begin to swell even more. I'm so hard I could drive nails into concrete with my cock. You moan loudly and start arching your back first downward then upward. You arch your back down and push back against me as I swell to the maximum inside you.
I tell you I am close and I ask you where you want it. You tell me you want to taste me for the first time. A few minutes later I tell you I'm ready and as I pull out you turn around and sink to your knees, taking me into your mouth as much as you can, as I explode inside you. You swallow every bit and clean me up with your tongue and lips. It is an incredible sensation, albeit slightly unusual for me since I never cum due to oral stimulation. I am weak now as well and I collapse back in my chair. You drape an arm over my leg and nestle yourself next to my now softening cock, as if to thank it and cuddle with it. We both agree it was an incredible session and we can't believe we'd been at it for almost two hours.
It gives new meanings to the phrases, "having fun at work" and "working hard."
posted by C at 4:52 PM
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