I watched you the entire meeting, so professional and efficient! I’ve never been able to watch you work like this. Ordinarily my overbearing incompetent boss would be at this meeting, or his sniveling lapdog assistant. But with lapdog on vacation and Mr. Incompetent at a conference with your boss it fell to me to attend the staff meeting that you chaired. No one could know what existed between us, how connected we were. Not our work connection, which was incidental at best. Our personal connection. They all sat there, oblivious to what lay between us even as I cast admiring glances at you, impressed by your deft handling of this week's mini-crises and petulant staff issues.
I swelled with pride as you ran the staff meeting, doled out orders, passed judgment, made efficient and informed decisions and brooked no nonsense. I had known you had a professional side, but I had never witnessed it before. It was foreign to me, so different from the woman I knew. When it was my turn to report on my department's results and challenges you answered as though I were just another underling, giving clear direction on my responsibility to solve the challenges internally, and when to report the results back to you. I deferred silently and beamed privately at your independent and assertive spirit.
So different from the timid young lady who comes to my house when she is called, eyes down and trembling with anticipation. It is a treat for me to see the playful sass that first drew my attention, to witness this confidence and assured experience and dedication to the task at hand. This is not the needy, demure plaything that attends my every vile whim, squealing with pleasure.
It made my plan for you all the sweeter. You had mentioned the stress twice this week, covering for your boss. I knew what you needed to take the edge off, and so did you. But you would never ask, not directly. When I told you, you had immediately balked. We’ve never played at work despite having met here. It would be new, dangerous and exciting. And exactly what you needed this extra stressful week.
I’d offered gently at first, knowing the release would ease the tension for you, but you’d pushed back. We can’t, you’d said, not here. But I had insisted, promising to give you a treat to take the edge off. You’d hesitated, claiming there was no way to make it work here. Your fear made you defy me. Imagine that! I’d only grinned at you. I could see that you would let it happen, that you had already allowed for the possibility. You knew it was coming, not what or when, but something. And we both knew you would relent.
Ten minutes early you conclude the meeting, defying your boss’s long-term custom of running over and making everyone late for their next appointment. I had checked with your assistant and your calendar was clear for the next hour. I had cleared mine, postponing an internal meeting till the end of the day.
So I linger as the attendees flee, grateful for their ten minute prize, and as the crowd exits I fake dropping some reports from the table and scurry to the floor beside my chair, watching the polished shoes and strappy fashionable heels shuffle for the door. I saw your eyes catch mine and widen as I slipped out of view. As the feet disappear from the conference room I crawl under the table towards you. Ever the obedient one you remain seated, despite your fear.
A few lingering sycophants stay behind, eager to score points with someone who might one day hold the reins. I hear you mumble responses to their inane questions as I approach your chair, admiring the sensible navy skirt and the shadowed vision of your leg glimmering darkly in stocking. You knees are together, ladylike and proper, lower legs angled to the side, slender ankles crossed elegantly, feet encased in smart pumps. Ducking my head below the crossing support of the table I reach for your knees. At the sudden contact you shuffle your chair closer to the table. We are not alone, and you are cautious.
My fingers press gently inside your knees and you part them as far as the skirt will allow. Your ankles separate as you press your lower body to the edge of the table, hiding your lower half activity from your audience. My fingertips caress the silken fabric inside your thighs to the lacy elastic tops and play there before touching the warm smooth skin above. Heat emanates from you as I approach the juncture of your thighs.
My fingertips trace lightly at the meeting of thigh and thong, one side at a time, the space too narrow for both hands, restrained by your skirt. I find the moist cleft between your lips, grinning to find you so obviously wet. Your brain hesitates but your body is already there. I press in, pushing the narrow gusset into you, exposing your shaved lips. Your legs attempt to part farther. I slide fingers up the length of your lips and then slip one behind the thong. I tease your opening, feeling the juices spill out before slipping the finger inside. Your legs tense and your hips lift, just slightly, afraid to show any reaction while others remain in the room.
Sensing your hesitance and delighting in it, I push your skirt up your legs, exposing your stocking tops and thighs beneath the big wooden table that hides you from them. Free of the encumbrance I part your legs farther, pulling your thong to the side, the light green adorned by a darker patch where your seepage betrays your reluctance. I return my finger to your slick channel, slipping back inside, then adding a second digit. Your opening grips me as you field their inane questions. How I love to tease you like this! I stroke your G and you cough mid-sentence, making me grin.
I pull my fingers from you and slide both hands up your bunched skirt, finding the waistband of your thong. You shift your weight obediently as you respond to a question, pretending interest as I slip the flimsy garment from your hips. Your legs come together and I slide them off, leaving it dangling from a slim ankle. My hands part your knees again and you comply, offering your treasure, opening yourself fully for my view and play. Still you respond to your group of admirers, but you cannot see me and cannot know what I will do next.
I ease my face between your thighs and take my first lick across your soaking heat, your nectar coating my lips and tongue. You are delicious.
Your response to a question stumbles and catches, then finishes with an erratic mumble as I lick you again. The sycophants pretend not to notice as your demeanor changes. I press my mouth to the slick opening and insert my tongue into your gash. You shift again and I hear someone ask if you are okay. You dismiss the comment as you move your hips to the edge of the rolling leather conference chair, wanting my tongue even as you hide your pleasure. You slip your foot from your shoe and probe between my legs, stroking my cock through my pants with your nylon-covered foot.
My hand is under my chin, slipping fingers into your cunt as I take the first full lick at your swollen nub of delight. I hear a small sound in the middle of their ridiculous sucking up and once again a woman asks if you are okay. You insist you are and they finish their question and you answer with finality, hoping they take the hint and depart. But their lackey attitude has no ear for subtlety and they blunder on, oblivious of your desire to be alone with me. I stroke your clit with the tip of my tongue and slip my finger from your pussy. I hear you take a shuddering breath as I trail the wet fingertip down your crack and between your luscious cheeks.
The woman asks if you'd like some water and I wait for you to begin answering before I slide my wet digit into your tight crinkled opening. You decline with a tremor in your voice. So determined! Such concentration! With finality in your voice you ask them to please follow up with you later in the day, dismissing them as I push my finger deeper into your ass and pinch your clit between pursed lips, sucking lightly. I hear them apologize and promise to see you later as they collect their meaningless paraphernalia.
As you bid them farewell the woman asks if you are coming.
"In a minute, I think," you reply without intonation. I pull my lips back as I hear them at the door behind you. I bite your clit gently, and pull.
The door opens and closes with a click. Alone. I bite harder and you gasp. I push a second finger into your ass, stretching your tight ring as I release your clit. My other hand is at my zipper, pulling it down and releasing my swollen erection, urgent and eager for you. Our game has brought me fully erect, and it juts from my kneeling position as I push your chair from the table, rolling you up against the wall, crawling after it, fingers still buried up your anal cavity. You lean back in the chair and let out a low moan.
Too late I see a pair of shapely calves in heels at the door behind you, facing us. Unaware and legs apart, you grab at my wrist, fucking your ass with my fingers and crying out in pleasure. Your eyes are closed, head back as you impale yourself, lifting your feet to the chair edge and splaying your legs.
Crawling out from under the table I glance up to see a younger woman there, silent and wide-eyed. My eyes meet hers as my mouth returns to your dripping pussy, lapping up your sweet nectar and stroking your lips with my tongue. I watch her watching us as I burrow my tongue inside you, feeling my fingers as they fuck your slick ass. You writhe under my mouth, hands in my hair, pretense forgotten, unaware of our watcher. My cock throbs between my legs and I pull your foot back to it, stroking your sole along my shaft. I growl into your cunt.
"I want some of that," our guest suddenly pipes in. Your head springs suddenly to the sound and you try to scramble away from me. My fingers slip from your ass, but I grab your thighs and hold my face between your legs, my teeth grasping your clit as you struggle.
"Oh, my God," you squeak, but your hips lift to my face as you look at her. I wonder who she is. I release your clit for a moment to speak to you.
"Relax, my dear," I soothe. "It's too late to hide now anyway." As I retake your clit I see our new friend slip a hand up her own skirt and rub slowly.
"Can I have some?"
Thinking she means my cock, I grasp it and waggle it at her, smiling as I lick your throbbing pussy. She shakes her head, motions her chin at you.
I smile broadly.
"Lock the door, and help me get her on the table," I advise with a grin.
Together we pull you from your chair. You have that frantic needy expression, the one that tells me you need to cum, want to cum, want whatever I am offering, will do anything for me. Your hesitance has vanished, swept away by your passion and need. I look over your shoulder. This girl seems to know you, but she's wearing an expression like she stole a winning lottery ticket. We lead you to the table, and she unzips your skirt, letting it drop to the floor. Your thong is still clinging to an ankle. We all three take a moment to look at you standing with your bare pussy, swollen lips wet with your juices. She makes a yummy sound. I kiss you, hard and deep, my tongue spearing into your mouth, probing and toying with you as you pant into the kiss. Suddenly you gasp in my mouth and throw your head back with a tiny cry of delight.
I look down to see our visitor fingering your wet cunt, her thumb pushed up against your clit.
"Oh, you like that, my Pet?" Your eyes turn to me, desperate and wide, wet with desire. Your mouth opens but no sound comes out.
"Pet," the young lady snickers as she fingers your cunt. "That's hilarious." I immediately assume an underling or peer. A superior would never find such glee in your submission. She is pushing her two middle fingers up inside you, fucking you hard. Your juices pool in her palm. Your legs tremble but you part them, giving her better access. My wonderful slut!
"Hush, you," I admonish her. "She is not yours, she is mine. I will share with you, but lose the attitude," I advise sternly.
"Whatever," she replies casually. "Fuck, her cunt it so wet." She leans in, fucking you harder. Your legs wobble a little and your hand reaches for my shoulder to steady yourself. "Fuck, you think she'd cum, already?" She has added a third finger and is pounding into you, wet slapping sounds fill the room and your juices splash out. Your eyes find mine and plead to me in helpless devotion.
"I haven't given her permission yet." I reply with casual pride, speaking to her but looking at you, teasing you with unspoken promise. Her hand stops.
"Oh, I assure you," I reply, staring into your desperate eyes while stroking your breast and tweaking a nipple through your blouse. "Only when I say. In fact," I comment, taking her wrist and extracting it from your wet cunt, "she will do it herself, for us." You moan at the loss of stimulation, but flush at my words. I pull her hand to your mouth, and you need no command, you want it. You suck her three fingers into your mouth as though it were a hard cock for you to enjoy. My slutty Pet, so wonderful.
"Sit up on the table, my toy," I instruct. "Make yourself cum for us."
You pull your mouth from her hand reluctantly and lift up onto the conference room table, your ass cheeks leaving wet smears on the polished wood. You bring your shoeless feet up to the edge and spread yourself wide, one arm behind you so you can see me watching you. Your free hand slips furtively between your legs and two fingers slide easily inside.
"Fuck, that's hot," our guest mutters and you blush with embarrassment. Your wet fingers glide out and stroke your clit, rubbing furiously as you stare into my eyes, wanting to cum for me. You are close. Your mouth opens wordlessly, then small sounds squeak out.
"Cum, my Pet," I whisper. You throw your head back and release your climax for us, whimpering in ecstasy and shame and delight.
I watch your slicked fingers dally at your swollen clit as tremors run through you. They play lightly, extending your climax, muscles in your legs twitching. Your swollen labia are thick and red and open, your slit gaping like a drooling mouth. It is calling my cock eagerly, and my shaft pulses in answer.
I hear a furtive sound from you as you lift your head back up, looking at me hungrily. Your eyes are wide and dark as they meet mine. They drop to my cock and your lips part. Your hungry tongue peeks out, swiping your upper lip as you pant. Then your eyes are drawn to our guest and you gasp. I follow your eyes to her.
She sees us looking but does not stop. Watching you cum she has placed a foot on the seat of the nearest chair and is jamming fingers inside her cunt, skirt bunched at her waist. Her eyes dart from yours to mine.
"Fuck, that was so fucking hot..." she trails off. She is staring directly into your wet, gaping cunt, watching your fingers play at your swollen clit, a pink eager beacon of lust. I look back at you and grin. You bite the corner of your lower lip.
I turn to our new friend, grab a fistful of her hair at the back of her head. She manages a quick exclamation of surprise as I pull her from her spot and push her face between your legs. Her protest is muffled as her mouth meets your opening and changes instantly to slurping, sucking wet sounds and greedy yummy murmurs. I look to your face. I don't know your relationship with this girl, but it has changed now. No longer the competent confident professional who ran the meeting, you are my passionate needy sex toy getting her pussy eaten by a co-worker as I watch.
"Cum, My Pet. Be a good slut and fill her mouth." Your eyes roll back before your body drops down and you let yourself lie flat on the table, head rolling to the side. Your voice tells me you are so close, your second is at the edge, threatening to explode. Her tongue is working you furiously, hands at your thighs, holding you open as your legs clench and try to close on her head. Her mouth descends on your clit and she sucks you in. Your hips lift up into her face and a small cry slips from you and then your hands are on her head, holding her face to your pulsing cunt as you climax for me, again, hard and powerful. She slurps and licks your juices as they flow.
My God, you are wonderful! My cock swells watching you, and pre-cum leaks from the head.
Seeing you lose yourself in the passion, your ecstasy, your giving devotion, obedience and your indescribable beauty is all I can stand. With a low growl I push her aside as I drop my pants to my ankles. My shaft throbs, stiff and strong, spongy head red and angry, thin skin pulled tight on my turgid column. I pull your hips to the edge and brush the head through your wet slit, my trail of pre-cum lost in your cum slicked channel. I bounce the head against your clit and you gasp. Her face is there, next to me, watching. I lower the head to your opening and you whimper.
"Fuck her," your new friend hisses. I look at her with a sneer. Someone should train her to know her place.
Your pussy presses against my cockhead and I forget her, concentrate only on you, my toy, my pet. My lovely, willing slut. I brace myself, grabbing your legs, and push fully inside you in one stroke. You cry out, loud and sharp as my cock fills you. The wet heat inside you wraps my shaft in a slick velvet glove, grasping at me. Your hips rise to meet mine as you groan.
Oh, being inside you! My cock filling your eager cunt, hungry for me, hungry to be filled and fucked and take my cum! I begin stroking slowly out and in, my cock emerging from you wet and glistening under the harsh fluorescent lights. Your pussy looks perfect, stretched and filled as it accept my penetration. This is how you were meant to be, what your pussy was meant to do. To be fucked by Sir's hard cock. It knows, you know. I know. And now your little friend knows, too.
You begin to cry out loudly as I fuck into you. I look at our visitor, on her knees, fingering herself as she watches my cock fill you. "Get up there," I tell her softly, "keep her quiet." Her eyes open wide, glowing hotly, and then she is scrambling up onto the table, losing her skirt and panties in a flurry before straddling your chest. Your pretty face disappears from my view as her pale ass cheeks rest on your chest. I watch your hands grasp her globes and pull her in to you.
She leans forward, lifting herself slightly and I fuck you harder, inspired by the sight of your tongue lapping at her cunt. Her juices are spilling onto your chin and your fingers dig deep into her ass cheeks. Fuck, you are so hot, so sexy, licking her pussy as I fuck you. I want you to make her cum, want you to cum on my cock as I explode inside you. My balls are already tight and full, my arousal heightened by your slutty obedience and desire. I begin full, steady strokes, lowering my hips slightly to change my angle, my cockhead brushing your G-spot as I plunge in and out of your depths. I reach a thumb to your clit and begin to stroke, hearing your muffled delight from between her legs.
You know I want you to cum again, my thumb tells you. Your hips meet mine, pulsing up into my thrusts inside you. But I see you work harder at her dripping cunt, your chin pressing at her opening, your mouth busy on her clit. My good Pet,
I think, yes, make her cum for you. Maybe we will take her, make her your toy, for you to play with.
She is humping your face now, fucking your mouth as I fuck your pussy. I feel your muscles tighten with excitement. You are close. You want me to cum with you. But you want her, too, want her to cum, to show me what a wonderful slut my Pet can be.
As I begin thrusting harder and with more speed I see your hand move on her ass. A slim finger slips between her spread lips, emerging slick and wet. Your other hand pulls her cheeks open and the wet finger finds her crinkled starfish.
"Fuck, yeah, my little one, take her." I hiss over the grunts and moans, and watch as you slip your slim digit into her clenching ass. She yips out a squeak of surprise, then shocks me as she reaches behind herself, grabs your hand and guides a second of your fingers into her. The thrill of it travels through you and your pussy tightens on my cock. It will be soon, so close. I rub your clit faster, harder, watching your fingers fuck her tight ring as you suck her clit.
She trembles and gasps. Her body goes rigid on your face. A low keening escapes her mouth and she shakes almost violently. Her hips rise slightly from your face but your fingers still pump her ass and her long moan suddenly halts, replaced by her coughing bark, pants and squeaks. I watch her pussy lift from your mouth, your tongue extended, reaching for her as she quivers and suddenly squirts a fierce stream of clear juices into your mouth and face. The surprise of her ejaculation makes your cunt clench on me, and you cum on my cock as you swallow her, her juices splashing on your face, your hair, your shirt. I watch your mouth gobbling her fountain as you cum for the third time, and the intensity of the image is too much for me to resist.
With a grunt I push deep inside you as my balls clench and my cock pulses its explosion into you, filling your grasping pussy with my thick cream. I jerk my hips as I cum, pressing into you, spilling my seed and groaning softly, breathing hard. The pulses ease and reduce to small spasms as I feel your pussy twitch around me, your climax longer and fading more slowly. The tremors squeeze my cum out around my shaft.
She has climbed off your face and is kneeling next to you on the table. I point at her, turn my hand and beckon, and she crawls over you, chin jutting. Good responses, but she still needs training.
As she gains the edge of the table I step back, pulling my cock from you. I lift my eyebrows, get no response but a questioning expression. I stop myself from rolling my eyes, take her hair again and push her face into your pussy.
"Don't stop," I tell her, holding her face down, "until it's nice and clean." She doesn't resist but a little, and then digs deep, sucking my cum from your pussy and ass.
I pull up my trousers and walk up the side of the table to your head, then lean over to kiss you. Your face is wet with her juices and our lips meet, sharing the flavor of her cum. Our tongues duel and dance and we murmur into each other's mouths. You smile.
"Thank you Sir," you whisper with raised eyebrows.
"It is my pleasure, as always, young lady," I smile back, my face just inches from yours. You smell of pussy and joy. I motion to the end of the table where the other girl is gobbling cum from you. "Seems you have a new friend," I smirk.
"I've seen her watching me," you smile, and wrinkle your nose playfully. "She's very good."
"Perhaps my little Pet would like a toy to play with?" Your eyes widen with excitement. "To have for your own? Would you like that?"
You giggle with conspiratorial glee. "Oh, Sir," you chirp in a mock little-girl tone, "she followed me home." You angle your head and lift your eyebrows with a childish expression. "Can I keep her?"
We laugh, and kiss.
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