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Office Fantasy

By: victors_angel



His voice on the speaker summoned her to his office. The tone left her no doubt…"LILY!"

"Place your hands on the edge of my desk, leaning so your bottom is extended" he ordered. She hesitated and he spoke again…. "Lily, assume the position ordered now!"

She attempted to explain that she'd correct whatever the problem was if he would please just let her go. He continued opening the desk drawer. She followed his hands with her eyes. She could not stop her eyes from moistening with unshed tears.

She began to speak but the sight of the red ball gag, silenced her. She shook her head no, as he reached for the blindfold as well. She whimpered, "no, please no, no!"

He smiled knowing the two things she feared the most. First, the damn ball stuffed in her mouth would make her cheeks ache after. Then the blindfold over her eyes upset her. She hated having her eyes covered. "Pretty please," she plead again to no avail.

He fastened the gag in her mouth, covered her eyes and walked away. She leaned on the desk, not daring to move. She heard the door shut.

She can felt the racing of her heart as she considered removing the blindfold. She wondered if she could get it back on before he returned. Turning her head slightly, she sensed his presence. Taking slow deep breaths, she hoped to calm her body as her mind raced rampantly. She worked herself into a state with the images in her own mind. Oh, how did she get herself into this. All this because the story she wrote for fun got mixed into his proposal papers. She had been just amusing herself on lunch break. She hadn't meant to send it to his desk. Now he knew all her fantasies of him. Egotistically, he enjoyed himself immensely at her expense. Oh why did she agree?

The silence drove her crazy and her back was beginning to ache in that position. She shifted herself, and then stood straight up. "Hmmm that feels so much better," she sighed.

"Did I give you permission to move?" he questioned.

She leaned forward again, placing hands back as she was. She lowered her head knowing that she would pay for her disobedience. The snap of the paddle on her tender flesh as it struck her bottom. "Ouch," she moaned into the ball gag as he spanked her over and over. The tears soaked the blindfold, and the whimpers were barely audible with the gag in her mouth. He drew her red lace panties down and began to caress her warm flesh.

"Lily, my dear I am so glad that you told me what turns you on" he asserted. He reached down to her pussy and laughed because she was wet. He stroked her lightly, chuckling as she whimpered and squirmed as his fingers explored her flesh. "Feel how hard your pink ass has made my cock now" he stated. She turned touching his cock as requested. He asked, "does my little office slut want her pussy fucked?" She nodded her head.

He laughed as he told her to remove her dress. She unbuttoned the dress, fumbling with the buttons. She wished she could see knowing that he would not let her take the blindfold off. She felt the dress slide down her legs. "Now, the bra, free those breasts for me," he demanded. She fumbled and struggled with the hooks, finally getting them. "Rub them, Lily, make them hard for me. Pinch them hard," he ordered, "I can't hear you whimper." She obeyed not daring to risk his wrath.

She wondered about his expression, wishing she could see his face. She imagined the smirk on his amused face. She flinched as he pinched her nipple hard. He knew he was driving her crazy.

She stood waiting for him to speak the silence was unbearable. She longed to speak, beg him to take her.

The phone rang and she heard him answer, "Yes, my secretary is tied up at the moment, can I assist you?"

He talked for a few minutes while she stood beside the desk almost naked except for her panties. She shifted from one foot to the other as the time passed slowly. Her mind was filled with images of what he had in store for her.

The door handles turned, but it was locked. She heard someone twisting the handle attempting to open it. She heard him say, "just a moment." She heard muffled voices but couldn't distinguish whose. She moved her hands to cover her body.

He spoke sharply, "did I give you permission to move?" Placing her hands back down to her side as she began to tremble.

She flinched as hands tugged her panties down. She couldn't tell who was touching her. She felt hands that were cool against her skin, stroking her breasts. Another hand was on her clit, pinching it between gentle fingers. She felt warm breathe on her neck.

He told her to bend over, place her hands on her knees. The paddle wailed across her ass again. She whimpered into the ball gag as the painful blows landed on her tender bottom. She felt a cold sensation as she was filled with a vibrator. She felts another being pushed against her tiny puckered rose bud opening. It hurt at first but finally it went in.

She heard his laughter as he spoke to the person he was sharing his office slut with. "She looks good with her holes filled doesn't she?" he asked.

The fire on my ass was intense, as the rhythm of the vibrators increased. She felt an orgasm building, she arched trying to get it deeper in her. "Yes, Yes going to cum," she thought to herself as she pushing hard against the vibrators. She was thrashing and thrusting her body to have them deeper in her.

Then there was silence as she felt the vibrators being withdrawn. She heard the door open and close. He unbuckled the ball gag from her lips. She wiggled her cheeks, attempting to stretching the stiffness from her face muscles.

"Kneel Lily, suck my cock." He ordered. She knelt down, the weight of her bottom against her calves. Her bottom hurt so much. She made her tongue swirl and teases his cock making it swell. As she felt his knees shakes as he was cumming. She swallowed every drop.

He told her, "get your smutty ass out of his office and return to work." He then uncovered her eyes. He lifted her face to look into her eyes as they struggled to adjust to the bright light, "Every noon, you will appear in this office, strip naked, place your hands on my desk and await me. Is that clear, Lily?"

She nodded her head and then replied, "yes sir."

She opened the door; her eyes darted everywhere wondering who joined her boss in the office. She sat down at her desk, her bottom was on fire. Sitting was a difficult task, what had she agreed to? HMMMMMMMMMM!!

Office Fantasy



Frank looked up from the spreadsheet he was working on just in time to watch Lisa walk into work. Lisa was average height and slender. Her hips were just curvy enough, and her breasts filled out the package, pushing against the fabric of her shirt. Her long, wavy hair was dark brown and framed an immaculate face. She wore make up only to accentuate what God gave her. She wore a tight fitting white silk blouse and a modestly cut black skirt. She wore a pink lace bra. Frank knew this because the blouse was sheer, and peeks of the bra were apparent in Lisa's cleavage.

She was dressed perfectly for Frank to put into action his plans of seduction.

Frank was no slouch either. At 6'3" and 210, he turned enough heads. Past girlfriends had crooned how they loved his pillow-like stomach -- not rock hard, but not too soft. What charmed most of them were the dimples that came out when he smiled, a boyish smile full of seductive charm.

"Hi Lisa!" Frank could barely hide his excitement. He knew that if he didn't act on his desires today, he probably never would. For all his looks, Frank was shy. He was awkward with women. Most of his dates, and all of his girlfriends came from aggressive women who asked him out. But not today. Today, Frank vowed he would take the first step with Lisa.

He watched Lisa walk to her cubicle, diagonal from his. Frank had a perfect view of Lisa's cube from his. He rustled some paper on his desk, straightening them, as he watched Lisa get settled in. As she bent over her computer to turn it on, the fabric of her skirt pulled tight on her ass. She sat down in her chair facing Frank, her legs carelessly apart. Frank got a quick glimpse of pink that he was sure matched the bra. Lisa quickly crossed her legs and slid them underneath her desk. 

Frank could feel his pants tightening as he grew with excitement. Frank could never tell if Lisa did these things on purpose. Lisa seemed oblivious to how she affected the men (and some women) of the office. To be sure, she sometimes seemed very naïve and talked frequently about her cats, which she counted as her kids. In her, Frank saw something of his own shyness, his own social awkwardness.

Today, however, he was going to do something about it...right after the morning staff meeting.

* * * * *

Everyone filed out of the conference room. Frank, close to the door, held it open for everyone as they walked past. He was waiting for Lisa. He watched her approach, marveling at her breasts. As much as he wanted to, he couldn't think of them as tits, like he did on the women in the magazines he jerked off to. Tits seemed too low class for Lisa.

Lisa seemed to glide as she walked, so her breasts didn't bounce much. Though they were large, Frank got the impression Lisa's breasts were firm, tightly packed in Lisa's bra. He'd find out soon enough.

Lisa smiled at Frank as she went through the door. Though there was plenty of room between him and the edge of the door, Lisa turned sideways. She scooted past Frank, brushing her ass against the front of his pants. His dick (Frank had no problem talking about his anatomy crudely) pulsed with excitement. That had to be on purpose he thought to himself.

Frank, attention diverted, let go of the door, letting it swing shut on a co-worker behind him. He followed Lisa back to their cubes, all the while watching her hips sway. He could never decide which part of Lisa he liked more.

For the next hour, Frank tried to get up the courage to enact his plan. He'd steal glances at Lisa, who was busily working. Frank would think of all the things he wanted to do to Lisa, starting with kissing her breasts and ending with burying his rock-hard penis deep into her pussy. The thought of it kept him hard the entire time.

Frank closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He pushed back his chair, stood up and turned to Lisa... who was getting up, her purse slung over her shoulder. 

"Are you off to lunch to?" Lisa asked, innocently, though Frank thought he saw her eyes stray to the obvious bulge in his slacks.

Frank quickly sat down, covering himself. He felt himself blush and could only imagine the fiery red of his cheeks. "N-n-noo," he stammered. "Just stretching."

Lisa smiled. "Okay. See you in a few."

Frank sighed and hung his head.

* * * * *

Frank finally got his chance to put his plan into action in an unexpected way. Both he and Lisa were hard at work during the afternoon. Lisa was typing away at a report she was trying to finish before she left, and Frank was studying some errors on a profit/loss statement. Stumped, he turned to Lisa for help. 

He walked over to her cube and placed a copy of the statement on her desk in front of her. For a couple of seconds, he was unaware of how close he was to her, caught up in their actual job. She was leaning forward over the statement when Frank caught sight of a pink flash. With her back arched forward to see the statement more closely, Lisa's blouse puckered open, giving Frank a clear view of her pink, lace bra.

He felt the initial stirrings of a hard on as he remembered his promise to himself -- today, I'm going to seduce Lisa. With little thought about where they were, Frank leaned forward and sniffed Lisa's hair. It smelled faintly of peaches. Caught by surprise by this invasion of her personal space, Lisa looked up. Frank took this chance to kiss her full on the lips,attempted to part hers with his tongue.

His hand made its way to her front and slipped between the silky blouse and the lacey bra. The top button opened up as he forced his hand in. He squeezed gently. That was all it took for Lisa to melt into Frank. Her lips parted, and she kissed him back, tentatively at first, then with more force.

Frank reached behind Lisa's head and pulled her into him as he kissed her more fiercely; his other hand pulled the strap of her bra down as it sought to free her breast. Lisa reached up and started unbuttoning her blouse.

With her blouse open, Frank reached down and unsnapped Lisa's bra, finally freeing her breasts. He took a step back and gazed down at them. The flesh was a softer color than the rest of Lisa, paler. But he was right, they were firm and perky. Her areolas were large, and her nipples stood rigid from excitement.

Standing up gave Frank a chance to look around. He noticed that all activity around Lisa's cube had stopped. Every eye was focused on the two of them. He glanced down at Lisa, who also noticed they were the center of attention. He caught her eyes, and she smiled and winked. 

He bent forward again; his tongue working its way back into her mouth. The force of his kiss sent the chair sliding into the desk, and he fell forward. His hands found her naked breasts, and he gently caressed them. Her skin was soft; her breasts were firm but pliable. She moaned her appreciation.

Lisa's hands found their way to the front of Frank's slacks, which were tented by the hardon he sported. She rubbed her hands up and down the front of his slacks. The front of his slacks darkened as precum began to seep through.

Frank broke away from the kiss and looked around again. The audience was no longer passive. Co-workers were pairing up as they watched Lisa and Frank get it on. Kara from HR and James from Credit were kissing passionately. Harry was fondling Anita's breasts from behind her. Anita's hands were behind her back, presumably fondling something of Harry's. June from accounting had her hand down the front of Samantha's slacks. It was obvious from the up and down motion that June was rubbing Sam's pussy. Sam was returning the favor. Her hand was up underneath June's skirt, where she was fingering a wet accountant. Nick and Paul from sales were taking turns kissing Ruby's mouth or her tits.

Taking a cue from his co-workers, Frank stepped it up a notch. He knelt in front of Lisa, parting her legs. His mouth found her left nipple, as his hands began to massage the insides of her thighs. Lisa had an olive complexion, and her skin was flawless, so she never wore hose or tights. Franks hands made their way up her thighs, pushing the skirt up with them. He broke away from the nipple long enough to glance down and notice that Lisa's panties matched the bra. The darkness of her pubes showed through the lace of the panties. His dick throbbed with excitement.

He leaned forward, and this time took her right nipple into his mouth. He sucked and tongued the nipple as his hands found Lisa's mound. He forced her legs open wider and rubbed his fingers over the lace of the panties, already soaked with Lisa's excitement.

Lisa fumbled with Frank's belt, working to get it unbuckled. When this was done, she grasped the zipper and pulled down. Her hand slipped inside his pants and found the opening of his boxers. She made her way into these and grasped his dick in her hand. She pulled and pushed until it popped out of his pants.

Frank was by no means immense. His penis was just above average in length, but wider than normal. Lisa grasped his dick and used the precum to lubricate it as she moved her hand up and down. Unsatisfied with her access, she fumbled with the button of his slacks. 

Finally open, she forced his slacks and boxers down. They slid past his hips easily and dropped to his ankles. Lisa resumed her manipulation of his penis, occasionally cupping and squeezing his balls.

The position that Frank and Lisa found themselves in did not lend itself well to what they were trying to accomplish. He pulled away from Lisa and knelt between her legs. He grabbed the edges of her panties from under her skirt and tugged them down. Lisa lifted herself off the chair to make it easier for them. He pulled them down to her ankles, and she shook her panties off one foot, leaving them entangled on the other. She spread her legs farther apart for Frank.

Frank rubbed his hands against the skin of her abdomen. Like her breasts, the skin was soft and pale. Her pubes were neatly trimmed in a thin strip above her pussy. Her lips were red and puffy, and her clitoris already peeked through and glistened with her wetness.

Frank grabbed Lisa's thighs and pulled her to the edge of her chair. He leaned forward and gently licked her pussy from bottom to top, parting her lips. He nipped at her clitoris and jammed his tongue into her pussy, using it as a mini penis, in and out, in and out. Frank moved back up to her clitoris and sucked on it, pulling out as far as he could. All the while, he delighted in the loud moans that Lisa let forth.

He pushed her legs farther apart and up, lifting the right leg off the floor and onto the arm of her chair. He sucked on her clit and worked his way down again, licking and fucking her pussy with his tongue. He made his way to the sensitive skin between pussy and anus, licking it on his way down to the anus. He slobbered over her anus then started penetrating it as far as he could with his tongue, making his tongue as stiff as possible to get in as far as possible.

Lisa grabbed his head and pulled it into her. Encouraged, Frank replaced his tongue with a finger, pressing it into her asshole. Lisa let out a long moan and pushed her hips forward, impaling her asshole onto Frank's finger.

Frank returned his attention to her clit, licking and sucking in turns. He worked his finger in and out of her asshole. Lisa thrust on Frank's finger and tongue in rhythm to his movements.

Lisa tensed as she felt the stirrings of an orgasm run through her. She grabbed Frank's head and pulled him into her pussy and forced his finger deeper inside. She held him there as her orgasm rocked through her. Frank felt Lisa's orgasmic spasms as her anus contracted and released on his finger.

He stood up and pulled Lisa to her feet. Frank turned her around and pushed her against the desk. Lisa leaned forward, clearing a space for her hands. Frank pushed Lisa's skirt up onto her waist and guided his dick into her waiting pussy. His ministrations and her excitement made the entry easy as he slid in all the way to his hilt. He stayed in for a moment, feeling the contractions of Lisa's ebbing orgasm.

He looked around and found the office had turned into a full blown orgy. As he started slowly sliding in and out of Lisa, he watched as Kara, on her knees, sucked James massive cock, at least 10 inches. She licked it from top to bottom before swallowing as much as she could. The rest of his cock, she jacked off with her hand.

Harry was still fondling Anita's breasts from behind, but they were both naked now, and Harry was pounding into her in an animalistic rhythm. He pulled out and rubbed his dick between Anita's ass cheeks before sliding it back in. Anita groaned with pleasure as he pinched her sensitive nipples.

Watching his coworkers was too much. Frank could feel his orgasm building. 

June was naked on another desk with Samantha's face buried in her pussy. June tugged on her nipples and massaged her breasts as Sam tongued her.

Ruby was on her hands and knees. Frank thought of the movie Chasing Amy where the girl was nicknamed finger cuffs. Nick was fucking Ruby doggie style, spanking her ass, while Paul fucked her mouth. 

The sights and sounds of the orgy was more than Frank could stand. He pulled his dick out of Lisa and shot thick, ropey strands of cum across her back. He pumped himself, making sure he got it all out.

* * * * *

Frank came back to reality. He had just masturbated underneath his desk in his cube. He looked around his office. No one was watching. He got there early, so fortunately no one was around. He grabbed some tissues from the box on his desk and cleaned his cum off his hands as best he could. He'd find some way to clean up under his desk later.

He leaned back to toss the tissues into his wastebasket and looked up just in time to watch Lisa walk into work. As usual, she was dressed perfectly for Frank to put into action his plans of seduction. Ah hell, who was he kidding? It was just a fantasy!



Office Fantasy



It was never going to be the right thing to do. I knew it. But just occasionally something crosses your path that leaves you completely breathless and powerless to resist. The first time I was introduced to Mr Unavailable the 3rd he had just stepped into middle management at my work. It was before the Christmas holidays, but it wasn't until I came back from leave that I saw him with the eyes of a freshly and unrepentantly single woman. It started a fire in my belly that I shouldn't have fanned. It was a mistake to let my eyes wander every time he passed my desk. It would have been wiser to hide the smoulder in my gaze whenever I exploited a reason to visit his office. And the day we made eye contact in the corridor and he winked, well, maybe I shouldn't have melted quite so thoroughly, or so visibly! But I did. And it was at that point that the rollercoaster surged away from the station and the bar came down, irrevocably holding me in my seat until the ride was over. I don't think I minded one bit.

Those early days are like a fine glass of pinot noir to me now. Something I savour like a complex palate on my tongue. Staring through the glass at the blood red swirl, my thoughts swirl, and then I'm standing, leaning an elbow on the document destruction bin, talking to some sales guy about drafting a policy on driver responsibility in company cars.

I instantly register that he's stepped out of his office and is coming closer, but I try not to show the sales guy that my attention has shifted. It's hard. He's wearing a long sleeved pale blue business shirt with a hint of white stripe, and his ever-present tie is a dark blue today. The subtle pin stripe in his charcoal suit pants shows his muted style, and the slightly loose, chunky silver watch at his wrist brings the whole picture together as quietly successful. I realise he's looking at me. Not even caring if I've just started glowing, I invite his input into the fleet car discussion, mostly so I can keep looking back at him. His dark hair is cut above his ears and collar, but long enough to fall into slight side part. His eyes are dark too, but balanced by the disarmingly pale skin of his face. As the conversation ebbs and flows my gaze readily shifts back and forth between the two men. I take the opportunity to steal glimpses of his broad shoulders, his arms are thick at the bicep and his hands are so strong and expressive. A mobile phone rings. The sales rep answers. Did it just get warm in here?

As the sales guy excuses himself to take the call we continue talking about the specific incident of a car theft the night before. I'm not being entirely selfish when I ask if we could discuss it confidentially in his office. He turns back the way he came and from behind his behind is a whole new vision to behold. I could swear it was designed purely to be desired. In his office he sits in one of the two visitors chairs on the near side of his desk. I close the door and take the other chair. Another domino inside me falls.

So we sat, almost squarely facing each other, and talked for half an hour. The conversation was fluid, comfortable, and compelling. We ranged across various topics and I remember feeling surprised and elated by his unhurried charm. I was equally surprised by the cold prickle as my eyes were drawn again and again to the portrait of his wife and four children on the desk. Now why should that be?

So I came to my senses and took control of my imagination; the end. Not! I can curse myself the whole day long, but my inability to resist temptation is a recurring pattern and it's no newsflash to anyone that knows me. Nonetheless I didn't imagine that wink. Every chance meeting in the lunch room, every greeting in the hall, every time we looked at each other his body language made me feel as though I'd just been embraced in those powerful arms. I may have started the fire, but the heat was rising every time he added to the fuel.

I found my mind wandering as I filed stacks of registration certificates to thoughts of my fingers in his hair, by lips brushing his neck, my hand taking an eternity to travel from his shoulder blades, switching from side to side while following the muscles down the deep curve of his back, to finally take a firm grip on one perfectly formed buttock. I imagine he is somewhere out in the field, riding shotgun on a sales expedition, his mind wandering along a similar line during a lull in the conversation between site visits. He tries to keep cool while I trace fingertips across his chest, his neck, and his sides. Internal conflict furrows his brow and he turns to look out the passenger side window. Despite the knife edge he's poised on, he mentally shrugs. It's just a daydream. My fingers trace around his ribs as I move both hands together, palms flat to the small of his back. His chest is firmly pressed against mine. We're face to face and breathing faster. He tilts his head just so slightly and brings a gentle hand up to my chin. 

With a sigh he draws me slowly to his lips and the velvet softness of his kiss damns us both. His mouth opens slightly and the flick of his tongue on my lips opens a hunger only one thing will satisfy. His caresses on my cheek become more demanding, his hands take a hold of the back of my neck and he pulls me even closer. I can only respond with my hips and hands, squeezing him in between the two. The heat in our kiss is burning him up. He pulls back to take a breath and look me in the eye. I rest my hands on his muscled shoulders. My half-lidded gaze denies that this is point of no return, but with an almost imperceptible shake of the head he comes to a decision. His eyes follow his finger tips as they trace from below my ears, over my collar bones, to softly stroke the sides of my breasts. He teases and flicks and I start to ache for him. I moan as he takes each breast in his hands and firmly rolls my nipples in a pinch. I wonder if his eyes just rolled back in his head. Mine did.

I remember that day as the day I came to the full realisation of the heat in my passion. The next day I was handing out the Friday beers when I dropped into his office. It was our first out-loud flirt. He called me his new favourite. I told him I'd missed him while he was out the day before. It wasn't until later I wondered if I should have spared a glance for that same sales rep who was there too. Later we talked as he packed up his laptop and I asked him how things were going. He let his frustration show and I guess I'm just a typical girl because I wanted to rush over there and hold him. That was when we were discussing conflicting feedback about a recent conference. He said the most magic words of all. I'll always tell you the truth. I said the same back to him. I added that I thought this was going to work. Was that when he realised I was serious, or was it two days later when I lingered in the doorway in such a way that his arm brushed my breast. And I smiled.

Probably it would all have come to nothing, just a fantasy to keep me warm at night, if that hadn't been when the netball season started. Our workplace has a mixed team in the local competition at the sports ground over the road. When I found out he played defence I silently cheered. He gave me an easily readable look when I asked if he wanted to warm up together. I don't even know if anyone realised what was going on. I couldn't see anything past his delts, or the glisten of sweat on his neck. He marked me so close I could feel his heat. Goal. Our team won that day. And after the cheers came the showers. Then back to work. But he caught me looking, again and again. No surprise he fell in step with me as we left for the day. He told me he'd arranged dinner with a client who'd cancelled on him. All I could do was take a deep breath. All I could say was yes. He asked if I was free. I had to repeat myself.

My whole body felt naked and my clothes were just teasing me. The restaurant he'd booked was inside a hotel, so we drove there separately. I found him sitting at the bar closest to reception but as I came near he stood and led me around to a high table in the back. He carried two beer bottles. I remember wondering if he'd done this before, then dismissed the thought because I realised I didn't care. We sat, knees touching, and after a few moments he rested his hand on my thigh. I contrived to make a comment about his stress levels lately so I could trace a finger down his cheek. The desire in his eyes took the smile off my face and I felt my leg press harder against his hand. It made my skirt ride up a little and he caught sight of my tattoo. It restarted the conversation and the heat returned to a slow burn. I didn't know how much longer I could hold this feeling down. We chatted. We laughed. We slowly edged closer and closer. His hand was on my back and mine was lightly stroking his thigh when conversation lulled and we both sighed at the same time. We didn't laugh. He held out his hand for mine and reached into his pocket with the other. He put a room key in my palm and closed both of his over it, looking into my eyes with such a mixture of feeling that I felt I was simultaneously soaring and plummeting. I gazed back for a long moment, and then breathed a soft yes.

We took our time walking across the lobby, and lingered in the lift just smiling and softly talking. We still held hands, but gently, knowing this was to be savoured and the rush would come soon enough. Once through the door of the room he turned to face me, his patience suddenly snatched away. His hands wrapped around my waist and I pressed my back to the door. My hands flew to the back of his neck and drew him in close to me. He responded with his whole body against mine and I felt an ache open up inside me. We paused and shared each other's breath while we so slightly moved our bodies against each other. And then softly, slowly our lips came together. First the breathtaking silky gentleness of tenderly brushing our lips together, then the thrilling flick of tongues unlocking each other's mouth. And at last the heated rush of passion as we opened ourselves to the deep insistence of the kiss. 

As the ache in my belly intensified my body made my desire clear. Our hips together, I felt him hard against my inside thigh. The thrill was like electricity, making my nipples tingle against his chest. I wanted us skin to skin and my hands went to work on his tie. It fell to the floor and I started on his shirt buttons. My lips made to follow my hands and I kissed my way down his neck as he stepped back. I took a deep breath and tried to slow my headlong rush. I wanted to enjoy this. With his shirt open to the waist I stepped around behind him to lift it off his shoulders. As he was shrugging out of the sleeves I pulled the shirt tight, pinning his elbows to his sides. He was helpless to stop me as I lightly kissed his neck. I released his shirt and with agonising slowness traced my hands the length of his arms. I put his hands on my thighs as I pressed my chest to his back, and then began to lightly caress his chest. I took my time drawing circles on his pecs, dipping to his belly now and then. As my circles dipped lower and lower his hands tightened on my thighs. I felt his fingers start creeping into the space between us. I wanted to flick his hands away but my body betrayed me by giving him room to move, and gratefully slid forward into his grip when his hands slipped between my thighs. He pressed into my flesh but the more I wanted of his hands, the tighter my skirt pulled, forcing him away. I reluctantly gave up the power of standing behind him, and as he finished taking off his shirt I led him over to the chair.

Holding both his hands, I sat down facing him. I could feel his pulse through my fingers. He was looking at me with a mixture of tenderness and awe. That made me so hot. I reached for his belt and pulled him closer, hitching my skirt up to my hips so he was standing between my thighs. I kissed his belly as I undid his pants, pressing against his hard cock with my palms. I heard him moan quietly as I slid my hand inside his open zipper. With his briefs still between us I put my mouth over his head and let his pants fell to the floor. Slowly teasing his cock through the fabric with my teeth, I first flicked the waistband of his briefs a few times before pulling them down with both hands. I caught his head in my mouth whole. I savoured his small groans of pleasure as I squeezed with my mouth and flicked my tongue stud across the underside. His hands came up to stroke my cheeks and play in my hair. He was so gentle that I had to hold his hips and pull him towards me to show him he should move. His moans got louder as he set the rhythm and I encouraged him to go deeper, sucking every time he drew back and leaning into him as he pressed forward. I teased him by going slower than he was, but when he was deepest in my throat I swallowed down on his head. I felt his legs start to twitch and I knew he wasn't going to take much more of the rock star treatment, so I slowed right down. I counted to ten for each stroke and held him tight, but even so I was playing with fire, so I kissed his gorgeous cock goodbye and stood up to hold him while he caught his breath. I smiled as I realised he was whispering my name over and over.

When he'd got a hold of himself again he stepped out of his clothes and smiled his trademark smile. Wow, he said and we grinned at each other. As our smiles fell away he pulled me in to a gentle embrace and kissed me again. Softly at first, and I ached at the tenderness in his lips, feeling his powerful arms holding me so lightly made me melt. I touched his face and all at once wanted to be a part of him. He must have sensed the desire in my kiss because his hands set about undressing me instantly. My skirt fell to the floor easily, and our kiss was interrupted by my shirt being pulled off over my head, then I was standing in just my underwear. He stepped back, holding my hands, to look me up and down with that same mixed look of tenderness and awe while I tried not to be self conscious of my workday bra. Then I forgot all about it as he led me to the bed.

He turned me to face him and put one arm around my waist to draw me into a hungry kiss. My breath caught straight away. He fumbled with my bra for a moment and then we were skin to skin at last. He slid my underpants down and I stepped out of them. I could feel his want as if it was radiating from his skin. He held me tight against his chest while one hand roamed between my cheek, my neck, the side of my breast, my hip, my back, my bum, then all the way back. I squirmed for the thrill of it and his cock stiffened against my belly. I grinned as I slid up and down his body, pressing into his skin and enjoying silken sensation.

Then he held me by the shoulders and his eyes burned. He said my name. I nearly leapt right out of my skin. I breathed his name in return and said yes. He sighed.

Holding me behind my shoulder blades, he leaned forward to put his other hand on the bed behind me. I clung to him, feeling like I could cry or laugh or both at once. We shuffled backwards up the bed until we were laying full length. He kissed me again and I crossed my arms behind his neck, kissing him back with all the heat I'd been building since that wink. I wanted him on top of me. I wanted him inside me. I slid first one knee and then the other to the outside of his knees. We locked eyes as his cock parted my wet lips and he shivered as he pushed up inside me. I moaned so long it turned into a growl. An intense desire completely overtook me. I hitched my knees up and put my feet flat on the bed so I could arch my back and grind my clit into his groin while I fucked him back full force. He shut his eyes against the pleasure but I could hear him whispering my name again. It sent me over the edge. I wanted him to fuck me hard, I wanted him to fuck me deep, and I wanted him to come, out of breath and sweating, until there was nothing left. He sat back and lifted my knees over his shoulders. As he slid his throbbing cock back inside me he rubbed his thumb in tight circles around my clit. I couldn't hold back from such intense pleasure. My knees fell far apart and I surrendered to him completely. He thrust so hard into me my head touched the headboard every time. He flicked, tickled, and pinched my clit until my pussy started to spasm. I could only moan. I was going to come. I opened my eyes and he was watching me. I felt like a sex goddess, so hot and wanting more. Then he twisted both my nipples and the world went white.

My eyes were screwed shut and I was panting with an open mouth when I felt his cock suddenly flare inside me and I knew he was going to come too. I peeked at him as he threw his head back, moaning through clenched teeth. Then he grabbed me around the waist, hammering his cock into me as he blew everything he had deep inside me while I still throbbed from my own orgasm.

As we both fell back to earth, we landed in each other's arms. It was complete bliss. 



Office Fantasy



I want to storm into your office one day.

I fantasize about you every day, thinking of what I could do to you.

Fantasizing that you want me as much as I want you.

You, with your tight business outfits that ignite my desire every time I see you.

You, with your long legs and sexy ass.

You, with your long blonde hair and large, inviting breasts.

You, who flirts with me whenever we have company drinks, your fingers brushing against me as you laugh at my jokes and once drunkenly mentioned that I have nice eyes and an ass to match.

I want you so badly I ache with lust. It's your face and body I'm seeing when I make love to my wife or when I masturbate once the longing gets too much.

I walk into the office each day with a sense of nervous anticipation, excited to see what you will be wearing and thinking up small talk so I can steal precious moments in your company.

I sense you want me too and you are just waiting for me to make a move on this secret attraction

I dream of this moment every day, the moment I storm into your office.

I imagine the look of shock in your eyes as I burst in and close the door behind me.

You are on the phone & place one hand over the receiver.

One look at my face and you know exactly what's on my mind. I see the fear, the hesitation in your eyes. The pout on your lips as you weigh options in your mind, the knowledge that you hold our careers, our marriages, and our fate in your hands. That what you do in the next few seconds will alter both our lives irrevocably.

"Let me call you back," you say into the phone and hang up.

You stand up and walk to the front of desk. You wriggle sensually as you move and end standing hands on hips before me, I feel the blood rushing to my groin as I realize you have made your choice.

Our eyes are locked, the tension sparking across the room as you remove your jacket and throw it on the floor.

"About time," is all you say as we step towards one another.

You press against me, feeling my engorged manhood pressing unyieldingly against you.

We kiss passionately, your red lipstick smearing as our tongues and lips entwine.

Your hands grab my ass and press me even harder against you.

"Take me," you say, stepping back as you lean against the desk and start to unbutton your blouse.

I step between your legs, backing you up until you are sitting on the desk. I push your hands aside and rip the blouse open. Your breast spill out and I am clawing at them through your bra, feeling your nipples already hard beneath my gingers. We are kissing again, your hands scrambling at my belt and fly to expose my throbbing penis.

I am so hard, it aches as it leaps free. Your hand is cool and smooth as you stroke it, a nail tracing along its length.

"Fuck me hard," you whisper in my ear, guiding me up towards you.

I am rough with you, lifting your skirt up over your ass, pushing your panties aside and entering your pussy in a fluid motion, my dick plunging into you hard and eager. Feeling your wet slit engulfing me, your desire obvious as I penetrate you again and again.

You wrap your legs around my butt, pulling me against you as I bear down.

Hard and heavy we fuck like unleashed animals, our pent up desire taking over as we ravage each other.

My strokes are long and I thrust with full power, pushing you back across the desk. You slide and moan beneath me, thrusting your hips towards me to facilitate my movements. My hands are all over you. Your face, your breasts, your throat, your hair.

You slap the desk as I increase my pace. "Yes, yes, yes" you pant in time with our motion.

I can feel you quivering beneath me, you let out an extended moan as the first wave of orgasm passes over you. Your hips spasm as you lock your legs around me

"Oooh god!" you moan and I cannot hold it any longer.

With a groan I am cumming inside you, our juices mingling as we collapse into one another. The ecstatic release as I release jets of warm come into you is indescribable.

The scent of our coupling hangs heavy in the air as I lie on top of you, we kiss again, softly this time. We stare into each others eyes for an eternal minute before I withdraw and get off you.

We dress in silence and I leave without a glance but we both sense that this is the start of an affair that could destroy us both with its passion. A destruction we have both welcomed.

I imagine this every time I see you. One day I may make the move.

But not today...



Office Fantasy Ch. 2



Lily did as her boss instructed yesterday. She entered his office, quickly undressing in anticipation then placing her hands on the edge of his desk. As she waited for him to return to his office the clock on the mantle ticked loudly.

Her mind filled with images of the day before as she tried to guess what he would do next. She had gone home the day before and stroked two times before finally falling asleep. She had been so horny all afternoon as her mind relived the noon hour in his office.

The clock ticking was becoming annoying as she waited. Her body was so tense as she waited for Mr. Nightingale. Wondering where he was, as she stood there naked. She shifted her body one-way then another as she waited in his office her anxiety apparent. The clock chimed loud as it struck one. She slowly redressed speculating where he was. She was so tense and frustrated as she returned to her desk.

At three he strode by her desk, not acknowledging her as he entered his office. She waited, hoped he would summon her to his office. Damn, she was so aroused, her pussy ached to be stroked. She turned the intercom on her desk up as she waited in anticipation. Silence!

She finally got busy once again working on the proposals that were due tomorrow. Her mind was distracted as she did, she couldn't stay focused. 

He walked past her desk again at five, simply saying "Good Night, Lily"

She replied through gritted teeth, "Good Night, Mr. Nightingale." She was fuming as she put her coat on to leave for the day. That arrogant man, she thought to herself, he must be feeling so smug knowing she had waited for him. Aggravated and sexually frustrated, she went home and got her favorite vibrator out and gave herself two orgasms before fixing dinner.

She still felt so irritated by his cold manner. She was angry with herself for writing her damn fantasy down. She was even more aggravated that he knew and was enjoying toying with her. She hoped into the shower and then went to bed. 

As she dressed for work in the morning she debated with herself as to what she was going to do. She was still furious at his treatment of her yesterday, ignoring her after standing her up at noontime. She was still arguing with herself as the clock ticked twelve times. She hesitated then walked to the vending machine getting a bottle of cold water. Looking out the window as she sipped it for a few minutes amused as she did, hmmm let him wait for her.

When she returned to her desk, lying in the center was a picture of her naked with the exception of her blue heels. Her mind flashed wondering how he had taken that picture he didn't show at all yesterday. Glancing over at the clock it was fifteen minutes after twelve, she was late. Looking around the office before tucking the picture into her top drawer, she hesitantly opened his door.

She felt the perspiration on her brow as she noted the time on the clock on the mantle and him standing beside. "Shit" she thought to herself.

He turned speaking very low, "you are late, Lily."

She quickly undressed, placed her palms on his desk edge lowering her head.

He didn't move just watched the workers across the way working on the new building. As she waited, the clock ticking, slowly drives her crazy, dreading his next move. Ten minutes passed before he opened his desk drawer drawing out the blindfold again. She trembles as he places it over her eyes again.

He then picks up the phone summons someone to the office.

She trembles as she hears the door handle turn. She wasn't prepared for the suddenness of the sharp flick across her bottom. Ow she cries out as the first of many flicks of something across her bottom. It hurts so much as she begins to sob in pain. Her bottom is on fire as she begs him to stop.

He instructs whomever to cease and she hears the door open again. She hears the closet door open and then close. He tells her to hold her titties out for him. She does and he flicks the crop across her swelling breasts, making her cry out again in pain. He tugged her nipple and then flicked the crop again. He watched as her face changed with the strokes of his fingers on her nipples and the flicks of the crop. He knew he was arousing her. He reached down to her bottom, surprised at the heat radiating from her. He rubbed them and pinched lightly as she cried out in anguish. He reminded her that she was punished for being late. She disobeyed him, what did she expect? She received her lashes for her disregard of an order .He removed the blindfold from her eyes, watching as her blue eyes adjusted to the brightness of his office.

She nodded her head, knowing he was enjoying this.

He reached down and began rubbing her throbbing clit. She moaned in pleasure as he made her wetter. He withdrew his finger, smugly saying, "Lily, you are so wet."

She raises her head, looking into his eyes. "Mr. Nightingale fuck me," she begged him. She repeated her request even louder; she was so damn hot wanting to be fucked right now.

He laughed, reminding her again that disobedient slaves don't make demands of their masters. He then tells her to dress and return to her desk now. He sat and watched as she put her lace bra and panties back on, the damn lace irritating against her skin.

As she went to leave, he said," tomorrow you will be on time."

She went back to her desk still curious as to who joined Mr. Nightingale in his office. This was going to drive her bonkers not knowing as she looked around. She fidgeted in the chair as she attempted to find a spot that didn't hurt as she sat.

What the hell had she agreed too? Was she going to be late twice? Hmmmmm...



Office Fantasy Ch. 3



The clock struck 5, as she rose from her desk to get her coat. Glancing briefly at her co-workers also getting their things together to go home for the evening, she speculates who Mr. Nightingale would summon to his office to warm her bottom. Damn, her cheeks are tender as she walks, she can't wait till she can see her bottom in the mirror to see for herself what he did to her.

She smiled at the security guard as she walked to her car in the parking garage. She was surprised to see a single red rose on her hood of her car. Picking it up, inhaling the sweet fragrance of the rose then opening her car. She laid the rose on the seat, and drove home listening to the oldies on the radio.

She put some music on to play, as she made herself a salad for dinner. She set the salad in the refrigerator, while she went and slipped into something more comfy to hang out in. Bending over in front of the mirror she ran her fingers across the red welt lines on her cheeks. She wondered if she was going to bruise, then decided that what does it matter? She loved how he made her feel so hot as he controlled her. She was enjoying the power exchange with him, and if a few bruises were the price then she would pay with out hesitation.

Recalling the noon diversion with vivid detail, she rubbed her nipples, making them hard. Ooh, she is so damn horny again. She got out her favorite vibrator, leaving her nightie on the bed grabbing her vibe. She went to her kitchen drawer and got out 2 large tie-wraps, about 12" long. She wrapped her breasts in, tightening them till her breasts became a deep rosy coloring. Ooh that feels so good, as her fingers run across her nipples, tugging on, twisting as she became more aroused.

Then she went and got her butt plug and slipped a condom over, she didn't feel like preparing an enema to clean herself. She lubed the condom, and then inserted the plug into her tight ass. Then she went and sat in her oak kitchen chair, nibbling on her salad, looking at the latest issue of bondage playmates. She loved looking at the pictures of the women bound in ropes or restraints.

The tighter her titties are bound the wetter she gets. Lily thinks of him wishing he were here to tie them and flick her rock hard titties. As she sat, the plug snugly in her opening, pushing in deeper as she squirms in the chair. She wanted more stimulation reaching for her vibrator and pulsated the vibes against her clit. Damn was she ever wet? She felt her climax nearing as she slid the vibe into her wet cunt. Pushing it in her with a steady rhythm she thought of his cock, she knew that she wanted him to fuck her so much. She was so hot for him and each day she was craving him more, he was fulfilling her fantasy better than she could have ever written it.

The phone rings, she leaps to grab it from the cradle. Hello, she replies in a soft husky voice as she quivers in the throes of her orgasm.

Mr. Nightingale asked," You are being a bad girl stroking again, aren't you?"

Lily softly replied," Yes."

He tells her to look out her window. She lays the phone down on the table. She walks over to the window looking down. He was standing next to his car with his cell phone against his ear. Sees him gesture to her to come down.

She looks at her titties bound in the tie wraps, feels her ass stuffed with a butt plug. Hesitating briefly she then walks away from the window, picking the phone up she replies, "Yes, sir."

He grins as he sees her approaching his car. The long black coat wrapped around her lush body. He opened the door; closing it he then walked around to his door. The silence as he put the car into gear, driving away was frustrating her. Her mind wickedly contemplating the pleasures he has in store. Hmmm…

The drive wasn't far; they pulled up to a building that she was unfamiliar with. Looking around as she waited for him to open the door. He told her to raise her head for a minute, slipping a collar around her neck. He fastens it adjusting the ring in the center of her neck then hooked a leash too. He led her up the path to the door. Knocking on the door, he waited not giving her a hint as to what was in store for her.

She trembles as she realizes that she is totally vulnerable to him. She wonders how far he will take her. What's next? She felt her pussy moisten in anticipation. She is ready for whatever, she wants to ask but thinks better of. She smiles as she considers the night's events ahead of her.

Mr. Nightingale steps into the room after his id was briefly glanced at. The man on her right spoke to Mr. Nightingale, asking him to cover her eyes. She looks at Mr. Nightingale with her blue eyes tearing up slightly before the darkness. He knows that she fears this. He whispers to Lily, " It is okay, she is safe."

Nodding her head she waits patiently as the two men speak about the evening's entertainment. He unbuttons Lily's coat and bursts out laughing as he sees for the first time her bound titties all rosy and her nipples arching proud and erect. Then as he went to hand the coat to the other man, he notices the plug in her butt." Lily, you are such a bad girl" he retorts sharply.

"Yes, sir" she replied lowering her head in shame that he knows.

The voices muffled as he leads her to another place. She can hear voices, none that she recognizes. The feel of hands on her nipples made her breath intake. She whimpers as the clamps tighten on her protruding nipples. The pain was sharp as her nipples flatten in the clamp.

Several men voices speaking at once, making suggestions as to what she needs. She feels her arms lifted and then tightened in a rope, as she was spread eagle tied to something. She feels a hand rubbing her bottom then the soft caress of a flogger as her bottom is flogged. She loves the warm feeling as it spreads across her cheeks. She feels fingers inside her pussy and a woman's voice clearly announce to the others.

" Yes, Lily is very wet. She then offers everyone a taste of Lily's juices from her fingers. The cheers and the replies were numerous as the woman inserted and moistened her fingertips again and again. Lily wiggles in pleasure as the woman strums her clit for the spectators. The audience is very vocal as to what they want the woman to do. They tell her to go down on Lily. Lily fells her tongue flicking across her labia then slipping in between licking up and down. She felt the plug being moved in and out slightly as her tongue flicked more. Lily whimpers grow louder as she enjoys the woman's exciting tongue.

She hears another man speak up that he wanted to see the slut fucked. The roars grew in the room as she felt her arms being lowered. Then she felt her hands being drawn behind her back and loosely tied. They were louder and louder in their demands to see her fucked. 

She feels the cold as the strap on enters her raging hot pussy. She is so hot to be fucked that she arches to meet the strap on. The men cheer as she does, wanting it deeper in her. She pushes her hips back to meet the strap on. 

As the woman fucked her the men crudely yelled, "make her cum, show us how a woman fucks another woman." The men lewdly suggest she drive it in deeper, fuck her harder and harder.

She complies with their suggestions, her nails digging into her hips as she drive the plastic cock in, Lily hears the buzzing of a vibrator but she doesn't feel it. OOOh as the woman pauses for a second then she realizes it is against the woman's clit. She is Cumming. Lily envies her Cumming. 

Then fake cock begins fucking her once again her hands slapping Lily's ass as she fucks. Her cheeks sting as the plug is driven deeper in her ass. Lily screams out loudly " Fuck me! Make me cum now. "She needs to cum so much she doesn't care who's watching. 

The crowd laughs and cheers as they watch her face tighten and her bottom lip draw in as she climaxes. 

"Yes, yes" as she whimpers .She moans in ecstasy as the ripples flow thru her body. She cries out in pain as the clamps from her nipples are removed.

Then she felt the collar being tugged as she was led somewhere. She felt the coat draped loosely around her shoulder and the cool night air on her skin as he led her out.

Mr. Nightingale speaks once they are outside, " she did very well." He didn't volunteer anything about where they were. Helping her in to the car, he then walks around gets into the car.

He drives her back to the apartment. Once they arrived, he removes the blindfold .He tells her," In the morning when she arrives she is to go directly to his office. On the desk she will place her panties and bra everyday, then slip on the butterfly clit toy he selected for her. She will also find a set of rings to place on her nipples and tighten them in place. Then she may go to her desk till noon, is that clear?"

Lily nods her head as she agrees to his commands.

He then opens the door for her, lightly kissing her cheek." Good Night, Lily, Your master will be waiting!" His implied intentions leaving no doubts, she will indeed be his willing slave.

Lily tries to sleep in her bed but the annoying ticking of the clock and her mind racing with thoughts of the day ahead of her. Maybe she should be early...hmmm...



Office Fantasy Ch. 4



Waking with the early morning light on her face, Lily laid for a moment contemplating the day ahead. Her thoughts roam once again to last night's pleasures as the clock ticks annoyingly on the nightstand. She set a pillow on the damn noisy clock. She's not ready to get up yet. She still can't believe that she enjoyed the woman's tongue so much. Oh! She felt so fucking hot as the woman licked her in front of all those men cheering. The sinful sensations hmmm, her tongue flicking lightly was incredible. The crude cheers and total abandonment to the wild feelings as they all watch, wow! She hopes he takes her there again and again. That she liked, a lot! 

All right already as the damn alarm rings again! Rising and putting the coffee on to brew, she cranked the stereo as she thumbed thru the closet trying to decide what she was going to wear today. Smiling as she held the low cut red dress that she bought last week. It sure doesn't leave much to your imagination. No, she can't be that risqué, he will not approve of her dressing like that in his office. She looks in the closet once again and then decides on a very prim white dress that will enhance her golden tan. This will do as she hears the clock chime 7 times. Now she has to hurry to get her shower and get out the door before the traffic gets congested. She needed to be out the door and on the interstate before 8 if you don't want the Jersey Turnpike to tie you up with traffic jams. 

She quickly shaved her underarms, her legs and then running her finger along her pussy, not liking the feel of the growth of new hair she shaved her mound as well. She got herself into the steaming water, shampooing her beautiful long red tresses then running her fingers thru with the conditioner that she loved. Her hair smells so good as she towel dries her hair, fluffing with the towel then grabbing the blow dryer she leans over blowing the underneath side of her hair. She tosses her mane back then slips on her lace bra and matching panty. Sliding her dress over her head then buttoning the pearl buttons downs the front of the prim Victorian dress and then slipping her pretty painted pink toes into the sandals. She lightly touched her face with blush, some mascara and then brushing her teeth. 

She spotted the clock on the stand and then grabbing her purse she left the apartment in a fury late again. So much for being early, she won't be there before Mr. Nightingale with traffic that's for sure. She decided to stop at Dunkin Doughnuts and get 2-hazelnut coffee's one for her and one for him. He might appreciate the gesture as he begins his day. She hopes so.

As she arrives at the office, the security guard smiles as he opens the door. He then tells her that Mr. Nightingale is in already. She nods her head as she hurries to the 2nd floor, setting her bag down on the desk, and the tray with the coffees. She hangs her coat on the rack, and then picks up the coffee tray enter his office. He is standing at the window with his back to her as she sets the tray on the edge of his desk.

Mr. Nightingale asks, "Are you aware of the time?"

Lily whispers," yes."

He slowly turns as he tells her," Disobeying a direct order, Lily?" He stares at her as she flushes at his reminder. She slips her panties down laying them on his desk, and then unbuttons her dress as he looks intently at her. She slips her shoulders out of the dress, letting it fall to the floor. She then reaches behind her unhooks her bra, allowing it to fall as her arms drop down. Her large breasts topple out, as the lace falls aside. He steps to her, rubs her nipple making them rise. He then slips the rings onto each extended nipple, making sure they stay in place he lightly tugs. Her soft whimpers bring a small smile to his face.

Then he leans down to assist her sliding the elastic straps up her long shapely legs to adjust the butterfly on her pussy, making it snug against her clit. He rose from his knees, sliding her dress down again over her head again; he then buttons the dress leaving the last 6 undone. He adjusted the collar, lifted her head to meet his eyes, and kissed her lips with a light feathery caress before speaking.

"We have a lot to get done this morning, Lily," Mr. Nightingale replies.

She goes to her desk glancing briefly over the letters that she needs to compose and the stack that needs to be filed. As she tackles the stack, she grabs an armful heading for the file cabinets in the other room. As she is walking, she feels the flutter of the butterfly against her clit. She glanced around in a panic, wondering if every one can hear that faint buzzing. 

That damn man is going to have an incredible time at her expense. She tries hard not to smile as the ripples excite her clit. She doesn't want anyone wondering what she is smiling about, like an owl in a tree watching a field mouse. Her lip draws in as she feels her clit being flicked with the vibrating butterfly tail as it wiggles Hmmm feels so good, damn... him he shut it off just as...she was really getting hot!

She tried to focus on the paper that he sent out for her to revise and as she turned the second page was another picture of her with the woman kneeling with her face snug in her pussy. She dropped the picture on the floor beside her as a man approached her desk.

"Would Mr. Nightingale be in?" he asked.

"Yes", as she tried to keep him focused as she slid her foot over to push the picture from view.

"Do you have an appointment, sir?"

My name is Sharrie Bastings; he extends his hand in extended bow. Then he reached down picked up the picture from the floor, hands it to Lily. He smiles, as he remarks, "hmmm interesting!"

She flushes a bright pink as she sets it on her desk, then knocks lightly on the door. "Mr. Nightingale, You have a visitor, Mr. Bastings."

Mr. Nightingale says," show Sharrie right in." 

Mr. Nightingale met him at the door," thank you, Lily" He closed the door behind them. 

She could hear the laughter as they talked from time to time. The damn butterfly began to buzz again as she tried to finish the paper. She was getting so wet again.

The clock struck 12 times. She hesitated, he wasn't alone, now what? He didn't say anything about what to do if he had business the intercom buzzed answering her thought as he called her name.

"Lily, we are waiting for you," Mr. Nightingale, retorts loudly. He taps the desktop while he waits impatiently for her response." Lily," his voice rose in decimals!

"Yes, Sir, I am on my way!" Lily meekly replies. Entering his office timidly, she pauses by the door.

He barks sharply, "Lock the door, Lily and get over here"

She looks around his office and sees Mr. Bastings sitting on the large leather sofa. She approaches the desk where Mr. Nightingale is sitting in his chair. She stands waiting for him to speak.

He says, " The clock says 12:07 and what were you directed to do promptly at noon. Noon is what time to you? Twelve sharp is what noon implies to me, Lily"

She meekly replies, "Sir, was not sure whether to follow your directive if you were otherwise occupied."

He laughed, then remarked," Sharrie is a good friend of mine and I would have told you if you had been excused from our noon ritual today. 

Lily stood beside the desk slowly unbuttoning each button from her dress while the men watched. She looked at Mr. Nightingale as she did. Letting the dress fall to the floor, she bent picked it up laying it beside her panties on his desk corner. Placing her hands on the desk edge, lowering her head.

Mr. Nightingale spoke to his friend," Sharrie is that a sweet looking ass from where your sitting?"

Sharrie agreed that her ass was indeed sweet all it needs now is a thick black cock! 

"Lily, my friend thinks that a black cock stuffed in your puckered asshole would be sweet! Assist Sharrie with his clothing then fetch the k-y jelly from the third desk drawer on the right."

Mr. Nightingale stood so she could open the drawer after she had quickly undressed Sharrie. His shaft springing into her view as she slid his pants down was huge. He easily had 10" and at least 2" around, she wondered if he would rip her ass if he took it. She didn't say a word just obeyed him adeptly.

Mr. Nightingale instructed her to put a condom on him then lube his shaft with the jelly. She did stroking him as she slid the condom on to his cock. Then she coated his shaft with the cold jelly. Her breathing was increasing as she did. "Lily, do you want that black cock fucking your ass?"Mr. Nightingale asked.

"Yes, if it would please you sir," she replies.

He laughs at that reply. "Sharrie, my office slut is learning"

Sharrie tells her to bend over by the edge of the couch so he may do just that. He rubs his cock against her slit, making her whimper. He then fills his hands with her dangling breasts, squeezing them hard. She sighs in pleasure. Sharrie turns to Mr. Nightingale, What do you think can she suck cock as well, Mike?

Mike answers, " right now he prefers to watch his slut service his friend before he joins in."

Sharrie laughs "ok Mike, will fuck her ass as you look!"

Lily cries out in discomfort as he slides his cock into her tight ass. He pauses letting her get used to the feel. Her ass slowly stretches to accommodate the size of his thick shaft. He begins a slow rhythm letting her body relax. Then he felt the tickling tail of the butterfly on his balls as he was fucking her. Looking over at the smiling face of his friend he increased the pace.

Lily was meeting his pace, her whimpers of pleasure very loudly in the room. Mr. Nightingale walks over to the couch, drags her head upward so he can look in to her eyes. He asks her if she wants to cum?

She begs, "Yes, YES, make me cum"

He hears her outcries and his cock is aching to be released. Damn that woman for keeping him aroused all the time. He can't get enough of her; he walks over to join them.

Mr. Nightingale holds her long red tresses in his fingers tell her to open her mouth and suck him as Sharrie fucks her. She takes his cock in her mouth, gobbling it with enthusiasm as her ass bucked with Sharrie's cock. Hmmmm she loved it.

Her body was filled with cocks, every woman's ultimate fantasy. Yet, she still wanted him to fuck her. He only lets her suck his cock she thinks to herself as she slides her tongue over his balls then back to his shaft. Feeling how hard he is as she does quick flicks along before taking him into her mouth deeper.

Sharrie tells Mike that he is Cumming too! As he drives his cock into her deeper he watches her swallow Mike's cum, small droplets hanging from her chin that she missed as she tried to swallow every drop.

What did Mike do to be so lucky, Sharrie thought to himself as he eased his cock from her ass? Walking into the bathroom to dispose of the condom and freshen up, he pauses in the door seeing the rosy flushed face with cum coated lips and drops on her small chin. Hmmm!

Mr. Nightingale tells her to place her hands on the desk and wait.

Lily does. Mr. Nightingale walks over to the bathroom joins Sharrie, the voices low so she can't hear the conversation. 

Sharrie walks over to the desk, slaps her ass with his hand. Then dresses back into his three-piece black suit with the light gray pinstriped shirt. She watches him in the mirror thinking what a handsome man he is. He shakes hands with Mike and departs.

Mr. Nightingale locks the door once again.

He opens the door, picks up his flogger and lightly whips her bottom. He tells her that she was late again, making him look bad in front of his friend. He continues with Sharrie is a busy man and she also made him wait. What did she think should be done to correct her blatant disobedience?

She answers softly," Anything that makes her master happy."

He chuckles at that reply." Master, hmmm that does have a nice sound to it!" He whips her ass till her cheeks were as rosy. The soft whimpers as the butterfly vibrates while he whips her were louder as she neared orgasm.

"Sir, please fill me with your cock, I am so hot for you." Lily begs him.

He unzips his trousers again, pushes her over the desktop, and enters with a hard thrust. He fucks her pussy with wild abandonment, the tail of the butterfly brushing his balls as he fucked her. She was crying out yes, fuck me harder as her passion ebbed. The papers on the desk scattering everywhere as they took there pleasure both wildly fucking the other. Limply lying across her body on the desk as he regained his breath, she smiled contentedly as he drew his arms around her. No words were spoken or needed.

The door opens and Mrs. Nightingale enters. Oops!



Office Fantasy to Reality



The following story is fictional. It is NOT based on anything other than actual feedback requests and a strong imagination. As the author, I intend to make you think, feel, and enjoy the story. I look forward to your responses – Sara, this is for you!!!

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I have been an author on Lit for a short period of time, submitting a variety of stories to the site. Luckily, I had been fortunate enough to have been well received. Feedback, the lifeline of author’s, was typical for the types of stories submitted. 

On the plus side, reading stories submitted by other authors also broadened my perspective of the types of sexual exploits occurring in every day life. Fascinated, I read other authors voraciously. I want to be the best, accepted by readers as one they look to for good, well written stories, material that will excite and arouse both male and female readers.

On the negative side, involvement in the site created many, many fantasies for me. I think it can be considered perpetual chubbing! Good for the libido, however, my balls continue to work overtime. The need to generate cum, lots and lots of cum, has increased proportionately with the amount of reading. Lesbian sex, group sex, erotic couplings, non-consent, and incest/taboo all have a core of authors that will bring Jasper his full proportions. My mind has broadened, my desires expanded, each allowing many more thoughts to cross my one track mind. Sex, plenty of sex, my cock buried in a soft, yielding cunt occupies my existence.

At work, I look at each of my subordinates in a different light. Do they know about such sites as this? Do they actively read stories submitted? Do they play sex games? Do they fuck like banchees outside of the office? Was that glance from Sara a look of lust, frustration, or something else?

Sara. God damn Sara is hot! Tall, average yet firm body, she crosses my mind many times a day. She works for me, a single mom. Bright, witty, she catches the focus of many horny males around here. She brushes aside most of the subtle advances. I have had to talk to the office bore, the guy who believes his cock is wanted by all the ladies. One infraction that surfaces, he is history. I apply my companies conduct code explicitly! No deviation, no infractions are tolerated. One slightest infraction, you are history.

It’s Friday. All week I have seen Sara. I smell her daily. Breezing by me, her scent catches my nose. I turn and watch her walk away. She has by far, the nicest ass of any lady I have seen in many a moon. She always wears tight, knit type clothes, clinging to her form. And short, mid thigh length. A runner, her legs go all the way up to her perfect ass. And living in a warm climate, she does not wear nylons. The tan, the look is natural. I groan under my breath.

I return to my office, adjust my growing cock. I close the door, close my eyes. Sara, my fuck slut, come into my office. I got 9 ½ inches that wants to fuck your perfect ass I imagine telling her. Bend over bitch. Tell me you want my cock bitch. She quickly bends over the desk, hiking her dress above her ass, drops her panties, opening her amazing cunt to me for my massive cock. It glistens with her juices. Do me boss man she screams at me. I want your fucking cock. Make me your slut. Fuck me hard big man! Oh shit, I creamed my pants. I grab a tissue and quickly try to get the come out of my shorts before I have wet spots on my dockers. God damn. God damn it!

Oh baby what I could do to her. I wonder if my cum puts a smell in the air. I want her to smell it, to know what a sexual animal I am, cumming in the office. I will bring her in for a quick meeting. I go to my office door, and request Sara to come into my office.

I join her in the chairs in front of my desk. She sits so conservatively. Legs tight together, crossed at the ankles. I lean forward in my chair, listening to her every word as we discuss the major marketing project she has responsibility to complete. It’s due Wednesday next week. She feels like more time is needed.

“No Sara, we will not miss the deadline! A lot is riding on this. Your performance is in question,” I tell her. “Do what is necessary! If you need to work tomorrow, I will come in and assist you.” I continue. “But, not under any circumstances are you to miss the deadline!” I add emphatically.

“Ok boss man,” she demurely replies. “I will be here in the morning, ready and willing to do what it takes,” she adds.

“Thanks Sara,” I respond to her. “I will see you then.”

She stands to leave. I was going to stand, but my cock has risen, tenting my pants down the left leg side. I know she notices. “Oh my,” she says as she turns to leave my office. But her gaze continued to stay on my crotch.

My mind races. Did she mean anything by saying “ready and willing to do what it takes” I wondered. Did her unwavering stare at my crotch indicate she wanted me to make advances? I stroked my cock through my dockers softly.

Getting home that evening, the kids in bed early, I cornered my wife in the living room. I reached directly for her tits, massaging them roughly, squeezing the nipples hard between my thumb and fingers. I imagined it was Sara. I pulled my sweats down, freeing Jasper from his confines. I pulled the wife’s mouth down on my cock, and started fucking her face. Eyes closed, I pictured Sara doing me, sucking my big cock, pushing it down her throat hard, hips thrusting fast. I came quickly into my wife’s mouth. I had not even played with her, just fucked her face. I drug her off to bed to do her properly. All evening, eating her pussy, fingering her cunt, reaming her ass, I focused on Sara. Sara wanted this I imagined. I fucked her royally, hard. No mercy, just raunchy sex, drilling the bitch repeatedly.

Saturday morning could not get her fast enough. I awoke with a massive hard-on. Come on bitch I thought, come get my big cock. You want this. Yeah baby, come and get it. I stroked him hard. Getting dressed, I threw on a pair of shorts and polo shirt. Causal, but appropriate for the weekend in a warm climate. I continued to think about Sara. And only Sara. God damn, I wanted to fuck the bitch. My thoughts kept me in a condition with a constant woody. 

By the time I got to the office, I could have fucked a post if it had a soft hole in it. I waited for Sara to arrive and begin work. Shortly, she arrived. I ignored her at first. Did not want to pounce on her the minute she arrived. She soon came into my office with materials for discussion. Again, I went to the conference table to join her. I could not help but stare. Dressed in a pair of short shorts, sandals, and a spaghetti strap tank top with no bra, she looked edible. I stared, my cock growing larger. To my surprise, he grew down my leg. Quickly, his head was peeking out just at the bottom of my shorts. I crossed my leg in a figure-4, with my ankle resting on my other knee, opening the leg of my shorts even more. I could feel the air on my balls as well, so I assumed that he and they were available for view.

“Boss,” Sara gasped. She turned her head away, stood to leave.

“Hold on bitch,” I said as I jumped to grab her arm. “You want me woman! You want my cock buried in your wet cunt!” I continued. I pulled her to me hard, pinning her arms against her sides. I kissed her roughly, forcing my tongue into her mouth. Locking her arms behind her back, my free hand grabbed her tit and massaged it hard. “Yeah baby, you like me to squeeze your tits huh bitch. I love how big your tits are Sara. Come on cunt, get wet for me. I am going to fuck your sweet pussy hard.” I exclaimed.

“Boss, NO!” shouted Sara. I pulled her down to the floor, pinning her body down with mine. My leg crossed her pubic area. I ground my thigh into her mound. She had to feel my cock grinding on her as well. It was good! Rolling to the side, one of her arms was pinned beneath my back, the other held by the wrist, my arm behind her neck. Nothing she could do could stop me from assaulting her tits. I pulled her tank top up, exposing both tits to my view.

“Nice tits bitch!” I said. I leaned to suck a hard nipple into my mouth. I nipped at the little bud. It was stiff, reacting to my touch and sucking. Sara squirmed. I sucked a big mouthful of her breast into my mouth.

“Jim, God damn you! Stop this now. I don’t want this” Sara screamed at me.

“Shut you fucking mouth. You are going to enjoy this! You are going to be my fucking sex slave bitch. If I want to fuck you, you bend over. If I want a blow job, you open your god damned mouth bitch. Understand me?” I told her. I held her by the chin tightly. A tear escaped her eye, running down toward her ear. I wiped it away gently.

I leaned to kiss her softly. She stiffened slightly. My hand slid down her body, covering her tit again. I pulled on the nipple, rolling it between my thumb and finger. I leaned to suck the other nipple in my mouth. I raked my teeth over her nipple, nipping the firm bud. I blew cool air across her nipple. It stiffened, showing goose bumps on the areola. I flicked my fingertip quickly back and forth across her nipple. She squirmed hard beneath me.

I slid my hand down her torso. Pushing her stomach down, I slipped my fingers under the waistband of her shorts and panties. I slid downwards, feeling the softness of her silky pubic hair. I played momentarily, sliding my fingers back and forth through her hair quickly. I slid my fingers down further. Sara crossed her legs together tightly. I reached the top of her womanhood. I could feel the lips pushed tightly together. I snaked a fingertip into her folds. It found wetness. I am justified. She really wants me to fuck her.

“See bitch, you’re wet!” I said. “Open your legs now,” I continued firmly.

“Get off me Jim!” Sara wept. “Stop this now!”

I grabbed her cunt lips between my thumb and finger, pinching hard. “Open your legs!” I growled at her. She hesitated. I pinched harder.

“Ouch, you hurt me!” wimpered Sara.

“Then open your legs! I want to finger fuck your wet cunt!” I whispered at her.

Sara glared at me. “Don’t do this Jim,” she repeated. “Please don’t do this to me,” she continued.

Ignoring her pleas, I slid my finger down her cunt, feeling the wetness pouring from her body. I found her hole, and quickly slid my fingertip into her body. She gasped, surprised at my penetration of her body. I forced my finger deeper, retreated, and jammed it entirely into her wet cunt.

“Sara, you have a soft, wet cunt for me,” I whispered to her. I licked her lips, again kissing her firmly as I continued to repeatedly jam my finger back and forth in her wet cunt. Suddenly, I added a second finger. Her body arched, her breath exhaled her body. Her eyes were closed tightly, her face frozen in that moment. Not sure whether it was good or bad, I slowed the speed of my strokes into her cunt. I stopped penetrating her cunt.

“Now cunt, I am going to make you cum. I want you to focus on my fingers, my stroking your clit, my teasing of your cunt. I want you to feel me slide my fingers down to your ass, rimming your back hole. Anticipate my penetration of this hole as well,” I told her. She struggled again. I held her firmly.

I slowly, deliberately began to massage her clit. Brushing my fingertip across her clit, I could feel her labia fully engorged, protecting the center of her sex. I flicked it back and forth quickly, lightly. I would dip my finger into her hole, gather her wetness and spread it over her clit. Wet, slick, my finger moved easily over her button. Her breathing started to change. She began to labor, her breath becoming raspy. Her body was betraying her mind. Just that quickly, her legs clamped tightly together.

“No!” Stop this Jim!” Sara yelled, glaring at me, looking for mercy. “I don’t” she trailed off.

I jammed my fingers deep into her wet cunt. I fucked her hard, pounding in and out of her cunt. She held her breath. My fingers were soaked with her juices. I began to stroke her clit, sliding a finger back and forth across it quickly, firmly. Her hips bucked, betraying again her body’s desires.

I raised my body slightly, allowing her arm under me to get free. “Grab my cock Sara,” I commanded her. She did not move. I shoved my fingers deep again. She did not respond to my order. “Grab my cock bitch!” I told her. I withdrew my fingers, grabbing her chin, looked deeply into her eyes. “I don’t want to hurt you Sara, but I am going to fuck you soon. I can make it easy or hard, your choice,” I continued.

An eternity passed. I stroked her lips with my juice soaked fingers. I pushed my fingertip into her mouth, allowing her to taste her own juices. I leaned to lick my fingers, my tongue playing with her lips as well. Slowly, deliberately, her hand slid to my crotch, her fingers slowly wrapping themselves around my cock. She pumped it slowly. I reached back to her cunt, spreading her lips, I restarted my assault on her clit.

“Focus solely on your clit Sara,” I whispered quietly. “I am going to make you cum, make your body yield to me, make your body scream for release bitch,” I continued. “Feel me rub your clit! Feel me flick the clit back and forth! Feel it, focus on it.” I said gently.

“Oh God yes,” she whispered.

“Shhh, focus on your clit. Feel me massage it! Feel your need to cum for me! Cum for me Sara! I want you to cum for me!” I whispered.

“Please don’t do this,” Sara refocused. I jammed my fingers into her cunt, pounded her hole quickly. Her body arched, her hand tightened on my cock. She stroked me hard.

“Jesus fucking Christ” she exclaimed. I continued to stroke her clit, increasing my speed and pressure on her bud. Suddenly, without warning, her hips bucked, she exploded into an orgasm, arching her body high off the floor. “Oh shit no I cumming!” she grunted.

I buried my fingers deep into her cunt and pounded out several deep strokes. Hesitating, I withdrew my fingers, moved my hand downwards, and drove my thumb deep into her cunt. Closing my hand, I was able to squeeze her cunt and ass together. I found her asshole, brought my middle finger to her tight hole, pressed gently. Her body froze in mid air.

“Anticipate me popping my finger in your ass baby,” I huskily whispered to her. I pressed my fingertip harder against her hole. Her hips arched to meet my fingertip. I pressed again, this time my fingertip penetrated her body, her asshole squeezing my finger tightly. She stopped breathing, grunting loudly.

“Oh fuck Jim,” she grunted. “God don’t do this,” again she stated. Her body begged for more. I drove my finger in her ass hard. I could feel my thumb pressing deep into her cunt. I started stroking both quickly, in and out of her holes. Her hips thrust piston like, off my thumb and finger, then rapidly back to suck both back into her body. I pushed my digits hard into her body, deep and stopped movement. I pulled my torso down her body.

“Feel me fuck your body bitch? I am going to suck your cunt! I want you to cum on my face while I fuck your body with my hand,” I told her. I pushed my face into her cunt. I sucked her clit into my mouth, biting her extended flesh between my teeth. Her body arched high. I sucked harder. Her hands reached to the back of my head, pulling me tighter into her cunt. She tasted wonderful.

I needed my cock sucked. I swung my body around, driving my cock toward her face. I reached my hand down, grabbing my cock. I aimed it at her mouth. “Suck my cock Sara,” I commanded her. “Suck it down your throat!” I hammered her cunt and ass for 2 or 3 hard pumps. Her mouth opened, I shoved my cock into her open mouth. I pushed hard, impaling her face on my cock. I drove it deep, gagging her slightly. “Don’t puke on me bitch! Suck my cock!” again I told her. She reached one hand to my hip, the other grabbed the base of my cock. With a tear in her eye, she pulled my cock even deeper in her mouth and throat. I started fucking her face. I again leaned to her cunt, sucking her clit into my mouth. I started pumping my thumb and finger in and out of her holes while sucking on her clit, licking her slit, and joining my thumb, licked around the cunt hole. I loved eating her pussy.

Her body started humping, little, light humps against my face. Her hips arched, opening for my tongue. She was groaning deeply. I could feel her jam my cock deep into her throat, tickling my balls with her lips while deep on my cock. Her hip thrusts gained intensity, pounding up, thrashing down. Sara lost control of her cunt. Its’ need for orgasm exceeded her need for freedom. Suddenly, hips thrust up against my mouth, she flopped down on the carpet, little tiny humps, fast quivers verified her orgasm. With abandon, she sucked my cock deeper.

I wasn’t going to cum in her mouth. I wanted her sweet cunt. I wanted to fuck my little bitch hard. I wanted her doggie style. I did not want carpet burns. Pulling off her cunt, I watched her suck my cock.

“Bitch, I am going to fuck you now. I want you to lay on your stomach on my desk, bent over at the waist on the end of my desk. Open your cunt to me baby,” I whispered. “I am going to fuck you hard!”

I pulled my thumb and finger out of her holes, pulled my cock from her mouth. Standing quickly, I grabbed her by the arm, lifting her just as quickly. I pulled her to my desk, forced her to bend at the waist over the edge of my desk. Grabbing a handful of hair at the nape of her neck and pushing her flat on my desk, I stepped behind her, lifting my cock toward her ass. As I stepped close to her, I rubbed the head of my cock up and down her wet slit. Finding her hole, I pushed forward hard. He sunk in deep on the first stroke. I withdrew entirely, noticing how her juices made him slick. I pushed forward again with greater urgency. I wiggled my ass, driving my cock deep. My hips slammed against her ass. He was balls deep in her wet, tight cunt.

“How does that feel cunt?” I grunted at her. “Baby, God your cunt feels good!” I started rapid, full length strokes into her wet cunt. Releasing her hair, I grabbed both hips, pulling myself even tighter against her ass. Furiously, I hammered her cunt with my cock. Oblivious to everything but her cunt, I fucked her hard. Stroke after stroke pounded her flesh. I wanted to make it hard for her to walk. I wanted to drive my cum deep into her pussy. I could feel my nuts churning cum. Sara reached over her head, her hands grabbing at my desk, fingernails scratching my desk without leaving trails. I hammered her hard.

“Ok bitch. I am ready to cum,” I told her louldly. “Feel my cum fill your cunt,” I grunted at her. Pulling myself tight against her body, I started cumming. I ground my cock deeper, her ass cheeks flat against my hips. I started hard, deep, short stroke penetrations, fast, furious speed. As he emptied, I lay on her ass and back. My breathing was deep, short breaths. Hers’ matched mine.

“Listen to me Sara. From now on, you will be my fuck toy, my slut bitch. Anytime I want you, you will come to me. You will do want I ask!” I whispered to her. “Do you understand me Sara? No discussion, no denying me!” I continued. I stood over her again, my cock deflating but still in her cunt. I reached to her ass, inserting the tip of my thumb into her ass gently. Sara gasped for air. I slapped her cheek hard with my other hand. Quickly, I pushed my thumb deeper in her ass and ground my hips against her cheeks, driving my limp dick further into her cunt.

“Great fuck Sara!” I told her removing my thumb. “We have lots left to do,” I continued leaning over her, jamming my limp dick into her again. I kissed the back of her neck. I stood, withdrew my wet cock from her cunt. A thread of cum and her juices strung between us. Laughing, I moved to my desk chair.

“Sara, come over here and lick me clean,” I said. A reluctant look crossed her face. “Bitch, I want you to suck my cock into your mouth and lick my balls,” I continued. Sara pushed herself up from my desk, stood with a grunt, but moved to me. Getting down on her knees between my legs, she reached for my flaccid cock. Gently, she licked its’ head, and sucked me deep into her mouth.