0 comments/ 10224 views/ 1 favorites Late Nights By: emerald_eyed_firebrand While you are in your last meeting of the day I finish sorting and clearing out the final stacks of paper on your desk. I swear they breed at night. I glance at the clock wistfully... its already past 7:00 p.m. and it doesn't look like the night will end anytime soon. I should leave, but I know you'll need me to go over your notes and get them prepared for tomorrow. Besides your clock is a picture of your wife and kids. She's beautiful...I hope she realizes how lucky she is to have you. I'd take you in a heartbeat...in more ways than one! "Stop fantasizing...he doesn't think of you like that. He doesn't think if you at all...except that you're a great employee." Shaking my head, I turn to your back desk and want to smack something...this desk is worse than your main desk! Grumbling I tackle the files, so engrossed I don't hear you come in and close the door. I don't even know you're there until I feel you pressed up against my back, your hands on my waist. I gasp, jumping in surprise, and feel your lips brush my ear. I moan, your teeth scraping, biting at my neck, your tongue following and soothing that delicious ache. You grind your hips into my ass, your cock hard and eager. I turn my head and your lips capture mine, your hot tongue delving into my mouth, claiming it while your hands push up my blouse and bra, exposing my breasts to your seeking hands. My hard pebbled nipples press into your palms, your fingers pulling on the tips and causing my pussy to flood, soaking my lace thong until its completely damp. You use your nails to pinch them and I moan, pressing my ass into your crotch, rubbing and grinding against your cock. I feel it jump, so I reach around and slide my hand down the front of your slacks. I rub my palm over the head and feel my hand moisten with your precum. You growl against my mouth, then push me face down onto your desk. I feel cool air against my thighs as you pull my skirt up, exposing my black thigh high clad thighs and black lace garter belt. You mutter something appreciative as you continue, pushing up my skirt revealing my creamy white ass cheeks parted by the scrap of now soaked black lace thong. The lace scrapes my thighs as you pull the thong down my legs, and carefully past my black stilletos. I hear you take in a deep breath, smelling them before stuffing my thong into your pocket. "Lovely, now let's see if that pussy is as sweet as it smells." I hear your zipper slide down and your belt buckle hit the floor as you take off your pants, and suddenly your hot cock is pressed against my ass, resting on the crevice. Before I can say anything, a small scream escapes my throat when your hand lands hard on my right ass cheek. I can feel the heat rising off of my flesh, and then your left hand connects with my other ass cheek. My pussy is dripping and aching, wanting to be filled, and you know that is exactly what I need. You wedge your foot between mine and force my legs apart. I stumble a little but before I can move your hand is pressing me down hard on your desk again. In one swift move, you thrust your cock deep inside my pussy, stretching and filling it. Oh god, you're so much thicker than I thought. I can feel you scraping my pussy walls and it hurts, oh it hurts...but it feels so fucking good. I can't help it...I scream your name. You grunt out a little chuckle that changes into a deep moan as I squeeze down, milking that velvet hot cock of yours. You pull out until just your tip rests inside, then thrust hard into me again. I swear your cock grazes my cervix, and all I can do is moan. Again you pull out, agonizingly slow, and thrust into me. Over and over until I can't take it anymore. I look over my shoulder at you. Your head is thrown back, the overhead light highlighting your silvered hair and I can see where it used to be dark. You tilt your head down and I can see your bright blue eyes glittering with lust. I lock eyes with you. "Russ...fuck me. Please just fuck me...hard." It was like that was what you were waiting for, and your control broke. With an animalistic growl, you grab my hips and start to fuck me with a fervor. I grab onto the far edge of your desk while you hammer your thick rigid cock deep into my sopping wet pussy over and over. I feel like you are going to split me in two, but the pain feels so good, I start to thrust back onto you, wanting every inch as deep inside of me as you can go. My nipples graze the files on your desk; I bring one hand up and grab my breast, twisting and pinching my nipple, using my nails to pull at the aching bud. Your fingers dig into me and I know tomorrow I will bare bruises. One of your hands leaves my hips and fists in my hair, pulling my head and arching my back. The combination of the pain and your steel cock ramming my quivering pussy brings me to a mind-blowing orgasm as fireworks go off behind my eyelids. I cream all over you, convulsing and squeezing your pulsating cock, you shudder and scream, ropes of your hot cum spurting deep inside me. You cum hard, your hips still thrusting as you continue to fuck me. Finished and exhausted, you lean over me letting go of my hair and rest your head on my lower back. You press little kisses into my flesh, you lips dancing along the curve of my spine. Finally, you stand up, your rapidly softening cock pulling out of my fucked raw pussy, and help me up off your desk. Caressing my cheeks with your thumbs, your hands cradle my face as you kiss me, softly then deepen it until our arms are wrapped around each other, our lips locked. Eventually we pull apart, smiling. We get dressed in silence, continually stopping to kiss, or touch one another. And I can't help but think, "Wonder when the next late meeting will be?" Late Nights "That was a long day I think to myself," as I walk up the steps to our apartment. I've been working a lot of late nights at work and it's been taking a toll on me. The only thing keeping me sane has been your love and support through it all. A smile spreads across my face at the thought of you on the other side of the door. Pops was right, I am a lucky guy. I open the door to find you curled up on the couch with the TV only. I stand there for a minute, just watching you sleep. Your mouth slightly open with a slight smile on our full lips. Your body moves up and down with every slow breath. You are beautiful. I come up to you on the couch and move a few strands of hair from your face and gently bring my lips to your forehead. You stir awake, opening your eyes slightly. With a deep inhale you say with a smile, "Hi, baby." "Hey," I respond with a soft peck on your lips, "Sorry to keep you waiting again..." "It's alright, baby. I know you've been working hard," yep, I'm a lucky man. I decide I need to make it up to you. I bring my strong arms under your body and lift you up in one quick move. A little startled you give a little gasp. "What are you doing!?" "Shh... just relax," I tell you as I carry you into the bedroom. You nuzzle your face into the crook of my neck, breathing in my natural scent mixed with the cologne you insisted I wear. The sensation of your breath sends shivers up my neck. I lay you down on the bed and give you a deep, passionate kiss. Our lips release and I look into your eyes and whisper, "God, I love you." All I get back is a cute little giggle and I can see a little hint of blushing on your cheeks. I give you another peck on the lips, but quickly move on. Kissing your cheeks. Nibble on your ears a bit. Down to your neck, where I spend a bit of time because I know it's one of your weak spots. This causes you to let out a little moan. After a bit more teasing, I move down lift up your shirt, reach around your back and with one skilled hand unclasp your bra. I remove both, all the while still kiss you. I take in the view of your perfect breasts for a second before I take one in my mouth and begin suckling it with just the pressure I know you love. You let out another deep moan. I continue my journey leaving you to pinch and play with your breasts on your own, still kissing down to your stomach. I reach your jeans. I quickly undo the button and zipper. Slowly, I pull your panties down along with your jeans as I continue to kiss my way down between your thighs. I spread your legs open revealing what I was after. I breath in your intoxicating aroma. I get a little light-headed. I notice a fine coat of moisture built up around your delicate pussy lips. I gently kiss your inner thigh and you shudder as my exhale through my nose runs over your wet pussy. I can't hold back anymore and place my tongue flat against the bottom of your slit and slowly glide it up to the top, just barely brushing against your already swollen clit. "Oh my God!" you gasp. With that cue I continue lapping up the sweet juices seeping from your vagina. I switch it up a bit and stick my tongue as deep into your hole as I can, twisting and turning it. Causing you to giggle and squirm with delight. I then insert my middle finger into your hot, wet hole and move my tongue to concentrate on your clit. I can feel your body tense up with pleasure and know that you are close. I insert my ring finger to assist the other and start stimulating your g-spot while still continuing my barrage on your clit. "Oh my God. Oh my God. Keep going, baby," you say breathlessly, "I'm gonna to cum! Oooooooooooooohlsdfhos." You become incomprehensible as your body begins to spasm and and convulse in your first wave of orgasm. I continue to relentlesly work on your pussy as another wave of pleasure washes over your body. I release mouth from your pussy and you come down from your orgasms. I am rock hard at this point and begin to undo the button and fly of my pants and release my big, throbbing cock. I see the look of lust and desire still in your eyes and give you a smirk. I don't bother with the rest of my clothes. I lean down to give you another deep passionate kiss. Letting you taste yourself on my mouth. As we are kissing, I guide my dick to your dripping, went slit. You let out a little gasp as my big, hard cock slides effortlessly into your tight, wet vagina. I let out a slow, low growl into your ear as I take in the sensation of my throbbing dick slowly sliding in and out of your hot pussy. I continue my slow, methodical rhythm. I can sense your pleasure building up again and I pick up my speed. You vagina tightens around my dick as your body begins to shiver as another strong orgasm hits you. I continue pumping in and out of you, even as you come down. Breathlessly, you manage to say, "Fuck me from behind, baby." I slide my cock out of your pussy and flip you around onto your hands and knees with my strong hands and arms. I slide my dick into your waiting pussy. A little more forceful this time. I start moving faster and harder. You are moaning and screaming with pleasure and I am now pounding your pussy, how I know you like it. In and out. Faster. Harder. Your pussy clenched around my cock. In. Out. In. Out. I grab a fistful of your long hair and you look back at me with lustful eyes, "Fuck yes, baby. Just. Like. That. Keep going! Yes! Yes! I'm cumming! I'm cumming!" You let out moans and screams and you cum, not caring if the neighbors hear. This lasts for what seems like hours. The sounds of your ecstasy was enough to send me over the edge. "Fuck, me too!" I grunt. You quickly pull yourself off my cock and quickly put my throbbing member into your mouth. You start to pump it with on hand, twirl your tongue around the head and suck it hard as your pull up. I don't know what or how you're doing it, but it feels so damn good. I can feel my balls tighten up. Finally, I release into your mouth. You continue to suck my big cock as spurt after spurt of cum shoots out. You look up at me with those big, sexy eyes and give me a smile as you swallow my cum. "Good girl," I say looking into your eyes with a satisfied smile. I lean over and give you a deep passionate kiss, the taste of sex still on your lips. We collapse on the bed together and you nuzzle yourself into my arms. As I start to drift off to sleep, I feel you give me a soft peck on the cheek, "I love you." Yep, I'm a lucky man. Late Nights on the 11th Floor He saw her first in the elevator in the building where he worked. She seemed not to notice him, concentrating instead on something she was reading. They both exited on the 11th floor, and he watched her disappear inside an office down the hall from his. She hadn't looked up, but she could feel his eyes on her as she walked. After that, they ran into each other occasionally, neither speaking, but a silent exchange between them said more than words. He discovered she was an advertising executive. She observed he carried a laptop, and through her own investigating, learned he worked with a law firm that had an office on her floor. Both were busy professionals, leaving little or no time for social lives, and in a few weeks, each realized they looked for one another in the building. So it was that night. He had stayed late to finish a report, and noticed the light was on in her company's office lobby. He hesitated only a moment, then strolled down the hall and pushed open the door, setting his briefcase down just inside. Listening, he heard music playing in the background, but saw no one. She didn't have any plans and decided to write – she was working on a collection of short stories, hoping to make a living at it and leave this rat race behind once and for all. She listened to music, having found that it stimulated her creativity, and when she couldn't express what she visualized, she got up from behind her computer and danced. He came around the corner, seeing the dim light in her windowed office, and stopped before she saw him. She was wearing a red satin dress, flowing around her as she swirled around the room, like a butterfly around a rose, arms outstretched, her hands moving as graceful wings through the air. Her head backwards, eyes closed, soft garnet strands of hair flowing down her shoulders as she danced. He felt an unmistakable fire rush suddenly through his entire body – now was the moment he had waited so long for. She didn't hear him because she was totally engrossed in the fantasy of the music and her story. She kept her eyes closed, as if she were dancing with an invisible partner, floating across the office floor weightlessly. He quietly stepped into the doorway, and when she was swinging past him, he reached out with both hands, pulling her to him smoothly, possessively. Her eyes snapped open, fear initially screamed from behind them, and then he saw her expression turn to recognition, mixed with confusion… and finally, it seemed like hours but only less than a minute, they were dancing together. Her heart was pounding wildly, and she felt weak, unable to resist his silent charm… the fantasies she had imagined since they first saw each other were like movie reels in her mind now, erotic visuals stimulating her even more. He held her in his arms, moving slowly closer to her desk as they danced, and electric emotion keeping them in perfect harmony. The tiny straps of her dress slipped from her shoulders, revealing velvety flesh above the low-cut dress, and he felt his body react accordingly, visualizing the breasts barely contained in the red satin material. She felt the back of the desk against her thigh, hot desire flashed through her – a sudden bolt of lightning that struck her very soul. She felt his hardness against her belly, and for the first time, he kissed her… his mouth covering hers, both hearts pounding… a dance of seduction. He lifted her up onto the desk, and she wrapped her legs around him, kicking her snakeskin heels to the floor. She cupped both breasts in her hands, letting fingers slip down the material to tweak nipples, watching his face as she pulled them with her thumbs and forefingers until they were erect. His blood flowed hotly, and he put both hands on her breasts, grasping the soft mounds in passionate embrace. She moaned softly into his neck, and he let his hands brush across her shoulders to remove the dress, the slinky redness falling easily to the desk. He pulled her to him, and she unbuttoned his shirt with skillful fingers, her breasts now against his bare chest. He caressed her slowly, gently – flames burned inside, setting hot sparks blazing unfulfilled desire in their veins. She was naked beneath the dress, and liquid in his arms, letting him touch her freely, tenderly savoring the feeling of her skin against his. She unbuckled the black belt around his waist, pulling it from the loops until it was in her hands, and then trailed the leather across her breasts and around her throat, where she fastened it like a choker, letting the strap fall down her slender back… She leaned forward as her soft lips tasted his skin, generously teasing him with erotic kisses…while deftly she unzipped his slacks. She held his cock in her hands and he pulled her hips to him… she was warm, wet with anticipation… she leaned toward him, guiding his cock into her tight pussy until he was so deep she could almost feel him in her chest… Her back against the desk, she held him inside her, his throbbing cock filling her with intoxicating splendor. She frantically wanted him. She was obsessed… insatiable. He knew it, and it turned him on even more. He whispered, "Tell me." And she replied, her voice barely audible, "Fuck me… please, baby, fuck me… do it now…" She pressed her hips against him, begging for release. He pulled slightly away from her – lifting her face to his with one hand, wanting to watch this moment – and then he thrust inside her: a deep plunge that made her gasp, then sigh. Slowly, he pulled away, letting his swollen cock glide from within her warm, tight cave… she moaned, lifting her hips upwards, pleading for ultimate release from aching desire. Letting only the tip of his bulging shaft rub against the tender hood protecting her clitoris, he teased her mercilessly, totally in control. Bound now only by the imagination, this was one after-hours encounter that promised to be… forever, never-ending.