So, you’re working away in your home office, colleagues are hopeless, stressing you out, making your job ten times harder than it really needs to be!

You’re an hour past finishing time, still hard at it. It’s getting late, and you’ve missed dinner.

I come in to check on you, “You’re working too hard, you need to turn that off, or at least take a little break,” I say, as I start to rub your neck and shoulders, digging my thumbs in just above your shoulder blades. “You’re far too tense”, as I lean down to get closer, kissing your neck and whispering into your ear, “Stand up.”

I pull you up from your seat, turning you to face me and stepping in closer, forcing you back and pressing you against the desk. Kissing you a slow, deep kiss, taking your bottom lip between mine, sucking just a little before our tongues come together. Now my hands are on your hips, pushing you back to sit on the desk properly, “Sit.”

I start to trail kisses down your neck and collarbone as I ease myself down into your chair. Looking up into your eyes, I push your legs apart as you wriggle further back onto the desk. Soft kisses up the inside of your knee, before dragging my lips up your leg, pushing your skirt up as I go. You feel my teeth drag across your thigh; your skirt inching higher. Now I’m at the top of your leg, just where it joins your hip, kissing deep in that crease, moving over slowly to my left. My hand starts to peel the sticky, wet fabric of your pants over to the opposite side; as I inhale deeply, I can smell you. I take two or three more deep breaths in, before almost mumbling, “Fuck, you smell so good.”

I’m less than an inch from you now, and you can feel my breath on you. Gently, I start to blow over your lips, making you shiver. My hand slides up your body and forces you back, laying you flat onto the desk, ready for what’s to come.

One long, slow lick with the flat of my tongue, lots of pressure, my whole head moving up over you, then again, and again, each lick covering all of your soft, pink folds. Eventually, my tongue starts to form a point, and I start to trace the shape of your lips; around them, between them, and up and around your clit, but not hitting it just yet. Two fingers begin to ease inside you; ”Mmmm, I love how wet you are for me,” as my fingers slide in and out, my tongue gets closer to your clit with each stroke. Then it’s rolling around it, flicking across it, beginning to find the rhythm with my fingers inside of you, slowly turning and curling up; beginning to pull you against my tongue from inside.

A little faster now; my tongue slides across your clit, your hand in my hair, your hips moving, lifting off the desk, but my head moves with you, keeping me in contact with that sweet little button. My fingers can feel you start to grip and squeeze around me, you hold my head and grind against my fingers and tongue. ”That’s it, I want a little puddle on your desk,” and now my free hand grabs and squeezes whatever I can reach, your hip, your thigh, underneath you to squeeze your behind. There’s no let-up, my fingers and tongue aren’t going to stop/, they keep going in tandem. I know you’re close, and I want you to do it. I want you to cum for me, cum hard for me. I want you to cum, knowing that as soon as you’re finished, you’re going to get fucked.