As always, it was late on Thursday afternoon when I arrived at his office for my “consultation.” He stood up to meet me, but I evaded him, dancing around him teasingly, running my fingertips across his back and shoulders. He gabbed me and pulled me close to him, his hands reaching around to give my backside a nice firm squeeze. As my hand slowly slid down the front of his pants the world around us began to disappear. All that remained was him and me and the fierce need throbbing through our bodies
His hands still firmly grasping the back of my skirt, he pulled me still tighter against him, pressing us together from head to toe. Every square inch of my body was tingling as our eyes meet with such intensity that it was as though we were looking deep into each other’s soul. I could feel his hardness through his pants as it pressed firmly against me.
The temperature in the room was rising. His hand ran up my back to the back of my head, pulling my face to his. The minute our lips touched, adrenaline seared through my body. His lips were firm and warm. I was torn, because I could have kissed those lips forever, but at the same time thoughts of how they would feel moving over my body made my heart race.
My hands, as if of their own volition, began to move up and down his body, feeling his hard chest, his strong arms, his tight butt. I slid his jacket off and it fell to the floor. I loosened his tie and started unbuttoning his shirt, one button at a time. I slid my hand under his shirt as we continued to kiss. The feel of that warm body against my fingertips awakened all my senses. I slid my mouth from his and started kissing his neck, nibbling at his ears. I pulled off his tie and threw it to the side. Pulling his shirt open, I kissed my way around his rock-hard chest.
Meanwhile his hands were busy too, making me tingle with pleasure. My blouse was open now, and he pulled my head back so he could put his mouth on my breasts. My hands reached down to unbuckle his belt, open the button of his trousers, unzip his fly. The trousers fell, and I smiled to myself as I felt his hand on the top of my head, urging me to my knees. I complied, sliding down his body until my knees were firmly planted on his office floor, my mouth now teasing his stiff cock through his briefs. My hands moved around to grab his ass as I blew my hot breath all over his manhood. He reached down to pull my blouse off completely, then unfastened my bra.
But just as I pulled down his briefs, revealing him in all his glory, he pulled me to my feet, holding me a little away from him so his eyes could travel up and down my half-naked body. Then, with both hands on my hips, he pulled me with him as he backed up to his chair and sat down in it. I straddled his lap, my knees pressing into the chair seat on other side of him. He kissed me, his hands now grasping my breasts, running over their curves, his fingers tweaking the nipples. I leaned back as his mouth slid down to my tits, taking as much of them as he could into his mouth. His warm breath felt so good against my erect nipples.
I ran my hands under his shirt and push it off onto the floor. My hips were moving now, my body pressing against him, my skirt slowly rising up my legs. I could feel his hardness between my hot thighs. He slid his hands under my ass and lifted me slightly, placing me where I needed to be to feel that hardness at the exact spot between my legs that made my hips rock uncontrollably.
Both of us were panting now, and we kissed again, nibbling passionately at each other’s lips. I thought we would be doing it right there in his chair, but instead he lifted me up and laid me back on his desk, first sweeping everything on it onto the floor with his hand. Again I felt his hard pole between my legs as he leaned over and kissed his way down over my tits, over my stomach, to my thighs. His hands raised my skirt to my waist as he playfully took my red lace thong in his teeth, sliding it down, over my hips, over my legs and off. Still holding it in his mouth, he looked into my eyes for a long moment before letting it fall.
Leaning down to me again, he began kissing up my leg, from my ankle to my inner thigh. I could hear myself moaning softly with every touch of his soft lips against my warm skin. When he reached my crotch he paused for a moment, hovering just over my pussy, so that I could feel his breath tickling the little hairs. Then I cried out as I felt his warm tongue separating my pussy lips. Moving upward, it passed over my sensitive little button, then back to my opening, moving in deeper, until I was writhing uncontrollably. Then I felt his fingers, moving over me and into me as his tongue worked its way back to my throbbing clit, moving with such rhythm and sensuality that I felt I would go insane. My breathing was heavy, my body so hot, moving about as that tongue pleasured every millimeter of my sweet spot, knowing exactly how to drive me wild.
And yet I wanted more. With every passing second my passion grew, and I found myself craving his hard manhood between my legs, filling me up, taking me to heaven. Finally I couldn’t take it anymore. I grabbed him by the hair and pulled him up, looking him in the eyes and telling him breathlessly that I wanted him. Leaning down, he kissed me deeply. I could taste my sweetness all over his lips, and it turned me on even more.
Then I felt his hardness positioned directly over my opening. He teased me for a moment, running his cockhead up and down my wet pussy. I wrapped my legs around him, feeling him start to push his throbbing pole inside me, still teasing me by stopping and pulling out again, several times, as I moaned and pleaded with him to fuck me.
Finally he entered me, fully and deeply with one stroke, as I cried out with joy. Buried inside me, he paused for a moment, rolling his body a bit and sending extreme pleasure throughout my body. Then he slid almost all the way out, and as I screamed for more he smiled and thrust back inside, the weight of his body crashing down on top of me. I nearly went crazy with the feel of his warm, solid body pressing firmly against mine, his hard cock deep inside me. I wrapped my legs more tightly around him, and as he began to fuck me steadily I matched him stroke for stroke, our bodies moving in rhythmic motion, back and forth, faster and harder, so sensual, so passionate. Our open lips ground together as though we were trying to swallow each other as we panted and moaned into each other’s mouth.
His cock seemed to plunge even further inside me as he moved faster. Breaking our kiss, we looked deeply into each other’s eyes, both of us knowing we were on the verge. I felt my pussy start to pulse just as he moaned, his cock throbbing as he shot deep inside me. I let out a scream as I climaxed, my convulsing vagina milking the last drops of come out of his delicious dick.
We lay there for the longest time, his now limp cock still inside me as our mixed juices dripped all over his desk. We kissed each other playfully on the lips, the neck, the eyes and the ears as we laughed and giggled and looked into each other’s eyes.
But it was beginning to get late I could see the lights of the city through the window. I didn’t want to let go, but I knew the time had come to say good night. His cock slipped slowly out of me as he stood up. Still sitting on his desk, I reached out to slide my hands over his chest, savoring his hard muscularity. My hands wandered almost automatically down over his stomach to his groin. He made a sound in his throat, and I felt him growing hard again.
He pulled me off the desk then, to stand facing him, and we kissed once again, more passionately this time. My hands still stroked his manhood, and now his went to my breasts, massaging them in a way that soon had me breathing heavily again. Then he turned me around and held them with his arms wrapped around me, while I twisted my head to continue kissing his lips.
His hands left my tits and I felt him pushing at me, bending me over his desk. Then he knelt down behind me, spreading my legs with his hand. I gave a loud cry and arched my back as he put his mouth on my crotch again. I was dripping wet, both old and new fluids pouring out of me and into his mouth. I could hear the sounds of slurping, and the feeling of his tongue, his lips, his nose working between my thighs made my legs so weak I feared they might give way. I pressed my breasts firmly against the desk, my fingers gripping the edges so tightly that my knuckles turned white. I was moaning and almost sobbing with pleasure, and I had to have him again.
“Fuck me!” I begged him. “Fuck me again, I need your cock in me, please!”
He gave my pussy one more lick, then got to his feet, his face glistening with my wetness. I reached down and grabbed his cock, feeling how rock-hard it was, and practically forced it inside me. I pressed my body harder against the desk, thrusting my ass into the air as he sank into me from behind. He fucked me harder than before, pounding into me with a savage lust that matched my own. He spread my ass cheeks apart with his hands so he could go even deeper, and I pushed back at him with each thrust. His hands slid under me to cup my breasts, squeezing them hard, his fingers kneading the firm flesh and pinching the nipples.
I couldn’t believe it when he pulled away from me. I cried out with protest, but he stood me up, turned me around and lifted me with his hands on my ass, my legs spreading around him as he thrust inside me again. Carrying me that way, he moved over to the floor-to-ceiling window that made up one wall of his office, leaning me back against the glass for the whole city to see if they looked up at the eighth floor. At that moment I couldn’t have cared less in fact, the possibility of someone actually seeing us intensified things even more. We continued to fuck that way, the cold glass pressing against my back, my breasts mashing against his strong solid chest, my arms around his neck and my legs wrapped around his waist, our bodies squirming as we drove each other closer and closer to ecstasy.
Oh God, he fucked me so good! His long hard cock filled every inch of my pussy, thrusting deep, fast, hard. Then his hand moved on my ass, sliding over my butt cheek until his finger was pressing against my asshole. I cried out with both shock and delight as that finger began to explore it, probing gently yet firmly as he pressed me against the glass.
I loved feeling his finger in my asshole. I loved his cock in my cunt, his hands on my body, his mouth devouring mine. I wanted to give him as much pleasure as he was giving me I wanted to give him total satisfaction. Looking into his eyes, I said in a sensuous whisper, ” I want to suck your cock.”
“Now?” he said huskily, surprised that I would make such a request when we were both so close to the edge. I nodded and loosened the grip of my legs, wrapped so tightly around his waist. I no sooner got my feet under me than I slid down to my knees. His hands pressed against the glass, his body bending over me as I stroked his cock with my hand. Then I brought my face to him and stuck out my tongue, licking up and down the long hard shaft. The taste of my pussy all over his cock excited me even more. I gripped the base of his pole tightly as I kissed the head, then slowly let it penetrate my tight lips. I stroked the shaft with my fingers and sucked on the head before proceeding to take him deeper,
I went slowly, feeling one inch after another of his long dick passing through my lips. When I paused he thrust his hips forward impatiently, plunging all the way into my mouth, making me almost gag as the tip hit the back of my throat. I took it all, moaning around the turgid flesh. I felt his hand grasping my hair, holding my head still as he began to fuck my mouth. I continued to moan, looking up at him with melting eyes as I suckled fervently on that plunging dick, laving it with my tongue. I could feel his precome covering my lips and tongue, and I wanted him to fill my mouth with his hot cream. My hands grabbed at his ass, pulling at him, trying to swallow the entirety of his cock down my throat.
He was moaning now too, his hands hitting the window, his legs quivering. Then he gave a yell and his come was shooting deep into my mouth. I felt the warmth of it flowing down my throat as I swallowed eagerly. A bit of it escaped my lips and ran down my chin, falling onto my breasts.
A moment later he lowered himself to the floor beside me, breathing like a bellows. Our bodies rubbed together as he kissed me. I found myself wondering how many people had seen us, and what they would give to be in our skin. Even though I had not come after our last amazing fuck, I nonetheless felt completely satisfied—more satisfied, more fulfilled, than I had ever felt before. And as I felt his mouth sliding down my body once again, I knew that even that final orgasm would not be denied me.
After that we finally, reluctantly, got dressed and said good night, he to go home to his wife and children, me to my husband.
“How was your consultation?” my husband asked me, as always, when I got home.
“Fine,” I told him. As always. “But I will have to go back again next week. We still have a lot of work to do.”
“Well, at least you’ve found someone who can really help you get what you want,” my husband said.
If only you knew how much, I thought.—Name and address withheld