At The Office

By Alyssa Halford

You wanted him for months now. You see how his dark eyes follow you and you grow wet knowing how you turn him on. You watch him too, whenever you can; appreciating his broad shoulders and lean, muscled build you know is hidden by his finely tailored suit. You wonder how big his cock is, what it will feel like inside you as he pushes you over the edge. You want to take his cock in your mouth and suck it all day. Maybe sit under his desk and service him while he works. You could be his slave for a day, his hand pulling the back of your head in closer as his body wracks with orgasm shooting hot salty cum down your throat.

Maybe you will just keep working late and one night it will all pay off. You are sure he notices you are here every night he is. You always have work to do but you have other things on your mind. Do you need to be the one to initiate? That seems to be the way the world goes now. Very well. Tonight, you decide, will be the night.

You have taken extra care with your appearance. You are waxed smooth as silk, your legs wrapped in stockings for a change. You are wearing boy-cut panties so delicate and lacy that they can scarcely be given the name. They are the softest silk and already they’re growing damp as you think about his fingers sliding over them to pull them from you. You are wearing a good grey suit with a shorter-than-usual skirt. Cream coloured blouse as unbuttoned as your uptight office allows. Your bra matches your beautiful panties. Lacy and push-up and surprisingly easy to remove. Don’t worry, you will do that for him, slowly. You have waited a long time for this night and you want to savour it. Your legs are accentuated by your high black heels. A good three inches at least. They are beautiful shoes, gorgeous Italian patent leather, slender heels that border on stiletto. They say I’m yours, fuck me hard. You have better shoes at home but they aren’t for walking. Maybe one day you can lure him there and wear them as he fucks you wildly from behind over the island in the kitchen. But for now, it’s business formal and his blue silk tie is just for his shirt.

Your hair has been tied up tightly at the back of your neck, showing the world you mean business. You want him to be the one to take the pins out and let your hair down. Perhaps while you sit between his legs, his giant cock fucking your mouth. Thinking about his cock swelling at the sight of you makes you breathe a little harder. You imagine your tongue teasing over its head, sucking hard, licking the shaft, one hand stroking and your other between your own legs feeling how wet he makes you. Your hand is there now, under your desk. You are stroking yourself to orgasm thinking about tonight. It doesn’t take long.

But the day does. It’s a very long and tedious day. You have to sit across him in a meeting which drones on forever. You imagine him disappearing under the conference table to crawl to your seat, pull your panties down and slide his fingers into you while he sucks hard on your clit, no one the wiser. You look him right in the eye and smile. Just a careful smile lest anyone think there is something going on between you. You are letting him know you want him. You think he understands. You fiddle with your buttons and brush away an invisible stray lock of hair. You see him look surprised but he smiles back.

You want him. You want him in as many ways as you can think. You are sure he has ideas of his own too.

The day is finally over and people leave. You tidy your desk. You may need it later. You see him lingering in his office doing “busy work”, probably something mundane like his time sheet. One more person remains, then you are going over.

Finally. The secretary is gone. She waves, asking you to remember to lock up for the night. You wave back, Oh you bet I will lock the door. You head over to his office, walking on your fuck me shoes like you were born to wear them.

His door is open so you knock quickly on the frame. You know you have to take initiative but really you are hoping once you start, he does with you what he will. You are all his.

“Hi,” you say, slowly entering the office at his nod. “Working late?” The conversation is perfunctory, bordering on the stupid, but you are not really here to talk.

“I am. You too?” His voice is deep. A true man’s voice. He is no boy in a suit. He is a testosterone-rich man’s man. A man with a bad boy look and a healthy libido. Not a man to fall asleep after one quickie. The first round will be just to take the edge off. He’s good for all night.

“A bit.” You edge in a bit more, suddenly nervous. You don’t know how to start. You want to get close to him but now fear rejection. You find your nerve though and enter, walking deep into his office to stand behind his desk to look out his window.

The tension can be cut with a knife. You are less than two feet away. You can hear each other breathe.

“Cold out,” you say awkwardly, fiddling with the button of your blouse. Your blouse is already open and you know that if you turn and bend down he can see all the way to your navel. The electricity in the air is making your shyness dissipate. You want to get fucked. Tonight. By him.

It’s then that you feel his hand on your leg. Just a light touch but it shoots through you like wildfire, a direct line to your clit. He has touching the back of your knee. You can feel yourself grow wet already.

You turn to him and see he is already growing hard.

“I’m going to close the door,” you whisper.

“You stay there,” he says. “Don’t move. I’ll do it.”

He gets up and with the grace and predatory assurance of a panther he shuts the door, locking it. You have never been in his office before and take a quick peak around. Because of this position he has a large office. Long desk, meeting table and chairs, a few overstuffed chairs and even a sofa and coffee table for entertaining clients. His desk may be a bit low for your needs but you note the credenza is just the right height.

All this reconnaissance is done in a second before he returns to stand behind you, reach around and pull the blinds shut in one lightning move.

You can feel your heart pounding. Blood rushes to your face. You are blushing at your boldness.

He sits again as he was before, placing a hand firmly around each of your legs and pulls you into him, turning you to face him. His face lines up with your breasts and you can feel his hot breath on you. His hands begin a journey up your legs, enjoying the silk. He reaches the top of your stockings and stops, revelling in the smoothness of your skin. His hands climb up further, now well under your skirt which slides up. His thumb rubs you between your legs, over your panties. He swiftly stands, his large hand behind your head, pulling you closer for that first deep insistent kiss which makes your heart skip a beat. His tongue probes, the kiss is perfect, passionate, and breath-taking.

While he holds your head for another kiss, the other hand rubs your clit through your panties. A small moan escapes you. He knows instinctively where to touch you. You can feel your desire grow for him. You are ready for him but you want this to last. You want to touch him too. As he rubs he quickly slides a thumb under your panties to touch your naked, dripping pussy. You gasp.

“Take your skirt off,” he says. You oblige, still blushing. He steps back a few inches so he can watch you. You carefully unzip the skirt and slide it slowly down your hips. He sits back in his chair. He likes what he sees. The skirt puddles at your feet and you step out, shoes still on. You remove your jacket too. Now you are wearing only black heels, stockings, panties, cream silk blouse and bra. Your hair has a life of its own and is already tumbling a bit from its pins.

“What can I do for you?” You ask. You know what you want to do, you want to pull his pants off and suck his cock. You don’t wait for him to answer because you know what he wants. You kneel in front of him and take up his hand, pulling it to the front of your blouse. He unbuttons you but you leave the blouse on, your bra and breasts peeking through the dark material. Your skin is smooth. Your breasts push-up from your bra, stopping just short of your nipples. He leans close and spreads his knees to reach him better. You unbuckle his belt and unzip his pants, reaching in to grab him through his shorts. His cock is hard now, you can see. It’s big too. You knew it would be. You draw his cock through the front of his shorts and bend your head down to take him in your mouth.

His cock is so full in your mouth. You tease him at first, licking the tip of his cock before plunging it deep into your mouth. One hand around his shaft, stroking him. You suck him, wanting to fill your mouth completely with his cock. You move closer to take as much of him in your mouth as you can. You can feel the head of his cock hit the very back of your throat. You can feel how hot his cock is. Feeling his hardness inside you makes you want him even more. You look up at him and hope he can see how much you love sucking him. He reaches down to loosen your hair, pulling the waves about his lap.

With your free hand you reach between your legs and touch yourself. You are hot for him. You can feel him thrusting now in your mouth but you don’t want him to come yet. You want this to last. You rub yourself quickly and come. But you want more. You want to feel has cock thrusting inside you. You want to feel his hands on your hips pulling you closer as he fucks you, his cock going deep. You stop sucking him. You don’t want this to end and perhaps another time you will suck him until he shoots his hot come down your throat but for now you want to fuck.

You stand up. “Fuck me,” you say. He leans over and reaches for your panties which he pulls down and you step out of. He stands to remove his pants and shorts, has erection standing tall. He lifts you to sit on his desk at the very edge and spread your legs wide. “Leave your shoes and stockings on,” he says.

You nod. Words are not needed.

He kneels in front of you and spread your legs, leaving your pussy exposed. He quickly finds a box or two for you to rest each foot on so that you can stay on his desk with your legs spread wide for his pleasure. Your stockings and shoes glimmer in the reduced light of this office.

He begins to lick you. Small licks at first, then this mouth covers your pussy and he teases and sucks on your clit until you nearly come. But he stops. “Not yet,” he says. “You’re already one up on me.”

He slides a finger inside you, then another. He begins licking your pussy again while he thrusts with his fingers, fucking you savagely. Oh, you are ready for him.

“Enough,” you say. “I cannot wait any longer.”

He stands and slowly begins to press his big cock into your wetness. He is a big man and it’s been a while since you have been with anyone so it takes a moment before he can get all the way in. This huge cock fills you. “There,” he says once he’s inside. Then he puts a hand on each of your buttocks and lifts you, taking you to the credenza.

Once he has seated you on the credenza the fury starts. He fucks you like he has been a man starved in the desert. Your cunt wants more of him and you urge him on. “Harder,” you say while pulling him closer to you. This cock is hitting just the right spot inside you and you can feel your orgasm build. You know you’re close too but you want to prolong this. It’s too good.

“Bend me over your table,” you say, finding it hard to breathe. “Fuck me from behind.”

A few more thrusts and he stops, withdraws, and takes you to the table which he clears with one quick sweep of his arm. He bends you over and spreads your lips and slides his cock in without preamble. You don’t care. You are ready. He reaches around you to squeeze your clit as he fucks you brutally from behind. His other hand pulling on your hair. He begins to come, grabbing your clit hand to squeeze as the shudders wrack your body. You can feel his cock pulse as he comes, his final thrusts as he moans “fuck, fuck fuck” through gritted teeth before he falls over you, sweaty and breathing hard.