As I walked into John's office, the first thing that I noticed was his desk. It was littered with books and papers and computer disks. The second thing that I noticed was that he was not in it. I took a moment to refresh my lipstick, a bright shade of red, and returned to the receptionist.
"Oh yes, I'm sorry," she said. "He's gone to lunch. He should be back in 10 minutes or so. Feel free to wait in his office if you like." I nodded and headed back
I sat down in the high-backed leather chair behind his desk and considered how to best use this time alone. I had simply been planning on surprising him with a visit, although given my clothing, it was definitely surprise with sexual possibility. I was wearing a short red and black plaid skirt, black stockings and heels, and a black shirt that showed off my round breasts quite nicely. The outfit was definitely too risque for the office, but that was the whole point...
I examined my nails, painted the same bright red as my lips, and began examining the possible ways to deviously make use of this extra time.
"Let's see..." I thought to myself. "I could have him find me naked in his chair or masturbating and soaking
wet and ready to fuck or..."
I sat bolt upright in the chair. The corners of my lips turned up in a devilish smile. I checked out the size of the space under the desk for me to hide in, I could feel my cunt growing wetter. Since I wanted to be sure to be hidden under the desk when John returned, I slid off the chair onto my hands and knees and crawled into the cramped space. The privacy afforded by the large wooden desk was welcome, since I was able to slip my hand under my skirt and down my stockings and underwear to touch my wet sex.
I parted my lips gently with my fingers, touching the warm wetness with my fingertips. I slid my hand out of my panties and brought it up to my lips, tasting my own juices. My hand returned to my sex, moving from my cunt to my clit, soaking myself in wetness. I focused my touch on my clit, slowly and gently at first, then harder and faster.
I thought of the feel of John's fingers on my sex when I give him head, touching my clit, thrusting one then two then three into me, all the while my lips and tongue are fucking his cock. I thought of the feel of his cock sliding into me for the first time, slowing easing into me, filling me up with his large, hard dick. God, I wanted it inside of me so much that I was delirious with desire. I got up on one knees, pulled my stocking and panties down to my knees, and thrust two fingers inside of me, then three. I couldn't get enough.
I wanted a cock inside of me. I thrust four fingers inside of me, up past my knuckles, again and again. I imagined lowering myself onto my enormous 8-inch dildo while John watched. My legs began to shake and my temperature skyrocketed as my sex began to explode. As I lost all feeling in my hands and feet, I struggled to continue fucking myself with my fingers, prolonging the glorious sensation that racked my body. As I began to come down from my orgasm, John walked into the office, closing the door behind him. He was alone. He walked around the desk, sat in large leather chair, and turned his computer monitor on.
"Hey lover," I whispered, "you wanna get your cock sucked?" He jumped slightly in his seat and whispered in a hoarsely that he'd love to have me do that. He shuddered, unbuttoned his pants, and pulled them and his sexy red underwear down around his knees, revealing his already hard cock with its beautiful purple head.
I knelt before him, one hand still buried in my dripping wet cunt, the other wrapped around the shaft of his cock. I slowly licked the head of his cock, exploring it with my tongue. I licked down the underside, rolling my tongue all over his glans. I could feel his legs beginning to shake underneath of me and his moans, although he was obviously trying to muffle them, were getting louder.
I took my sopping wet hand from my panties to the shaft of his penis, using my own wetness to lubricate him. He moaned softly as I moved my hand up and down his shaft as my mouth caressed his head. I began pumping his rock hard shaft with my hand, my mouth following the pace of my strokes.
I quickened the pace gradually, moving my hand and mouth up and down his cock in unison. His legs began shaking and twitching and in between loud, raspy breaths he whispered, "I'm gonna come. Oh God, I'm gonna come." I wrapped my lips tighter around his cock and caressed his tight balls until he let out a huge moan and began coming in my mouth. I slowed my pace as his cum squirted inside of my mouth.
I slowly sucked the shaft of his penis, licking off every last drop of cum. He slumped into the chair shuddering each time my tongue dragged along the overly sensitive head. I rested against his thigh for a moment.
"How did you like that, John?"
"I really loved it sweetheart, but I'm not John."
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