5 comments/ 26531 views/ 1 favorites Working Too Hard By: lapinova She could tell by his tone when he answered the phone that he was in a rotten mood. "Hello." When he said it, it was more than a complete sentence. The tone said "I don't have time for this, it had better be good." Discomfited, she almost hung up then. Taking a deep breath, she replied shyly "Hi." "Good day." he answered expectantly. Again his tone said more than his actual words, it said "Hurry up and tell me what you want, I don't really have time for you." "You sound busy." "I am." There was a pregnant pause as he waited for her to get on with telling him what she wanted. Her heart sank. She knew she'd never have the nerve to tell him what she'd called for. "Oh. I won't keep you then, I was really just wondering what you're doing later." "I'll still be working on this damned project, the whole thing is so fucked up. I won't be free for days." Stifling a sigh, she told him to give her a call when he was free again, and hung up. "Damn" she thought to herself. "I wonder if I'd told him what I wanted if he'd have found time to tear himself away for an hour or two. Now what do I do? I'm all keyed up, and I need it out of my system. Maybe i need to go for a walk." She slipped her sandals on and went outside. She moved one foot in front of the other without even really looking where she was going. Next thing she knew, without even thinking about it or making a conscious decision to go there, she was reaching out and ringing his doorbell. Her heart was in her throat as she waited for him to answer. "Fuck, what the hell am i doing?" she thought, almost panicked. "I know better than this, I know he's busy. He's going to be pissed." Her stomach clenched and knotted, but wasn't there something else? As the door opened and his face appeared, she shifted uncomfortably with the sudden realization that she was very, very wet. His eyebrows raised and he said nothing. While a moment ago she would have said it was impossible, her heart beat even faster. She was terrified about what he might say, but she was excited just by being in his presence, and even more excited by her fear of what he might do at that moment. "May I come in?" she asked, her voice barely audible. Giving her a forbidding look, she was sure he was going to tell her no. She wriggled uncomfortably and his gaze softened almost imperceptibly. He stepped aside, allowing her room to enter the house. He closed the door, still saying nothing, and walked past her into his office. She followed meekly, and he sat down in his chair and swiveled to face her. "Well?" he asked expectantly. "Well, I, uh. I mean, that is." she stammered. "Yes?" he asked in the same tone, although this time she could have sworn she heard a note of amusement at her discomfort. She closed her eyes. "This is it" she thought. "Either I tell him what I wanted, or I can go home and know I was too much of a coward to do it." "I think you've been working too hard." she said, taking a step closer to his chair. "I wanted to spoil you a little, to make you feel better." She took another step forward, took a deep breath, and dropped to her knees in front of him. Taking a deep breath, she looked up directly into his eyes. "I want to suck your cock. I want to taste your come." Her heart was pounding. He still said nothing, but his expression had changed a little. He now wore a look of amused interest. "Shit." she thought. "I blew it, he thinks I'm ridiculous. What the Hell was I thinking, I've made a fool of myself." Still not speaking, he grabbed her hand as she moved to stand up. His grip was not painful, but surprisingly strong. He guided her hand to his fly, and when her eyes met his, just smiled. Swallowing deeply in relief and desire, she settled on her knees again and slowly pulled down the zipper. "Oh, God" she thought, as she reached inside his pants. "He's already hard." She felt another wave of desire overtake her as she leaned in to bring his cock out. She licked the tip, getting her first taste of him. "Fuck, I'm so wet!" she thought. She licked him again, this time circling the head and flickering just under the rim. She then leaned in further and slid her tongue all the way up and down the length of the shaft, to finish by opening her mouth wide and wrapping her lips around the top. "Mmmmm" she murmured, savouring his taste as she slowly drew him in. She got about halfway down before slowly dragging her lips over him on the way back, then moved forward again to repeat the process. Each time she went imperceptably faster. Just when she'd relaxed enough to settle into a regular rhythm, her mouth a warm, wet sheath for his cock, her hand lovingly caressing his balls as she bobbed up and down, he surprised her by grabbing a handful of her hair and rapidly shoving her all the way down on him. Nearly choking as he hit the back of her throat, she fought the urge to gag. She could feel a mixture of her saliva and his precum dribbling out of the side of her mouth as he held the sides of her head, faster and faster pushing her all the way down and then pulling her back to where just the head was left touching her lips. Tears came to her eyes, she was fighting that reflex so hard. The worst part was, as uncomfortable as she was, her panties were soaked through. He still said nothing, as he continued to not merely guide her head up and down but roughly forcefed her his cock. Just when she felt she was getting used to taking the whole length of him in, he started to thrust upwards each time he pushed her down. She tried to keep from making any noise, but he was shoving it in so deep and she was so excited that she couldn't help but make soft, choking garbled little moans. Her mind racing, looking for ways to please him, she tightened her lips and increased the pressure, making the sheath of her mouth tighter. She could hear him breathing more rapidly as he fucked her face hard. Encouraged, she used her tongue. Undulating it along the underside of it, trying to squeeze him and stimulate him even further. She squirmed, squeezing her thighs together as she worked on him. Her wet panties clung to her, and she relished the thought that she was being very, very dirty. Begging to be allowed to suck his cock, getting on her knees to do it, having him shove her down on it over and over, dribbling spit onto his open pants... her pussy ached. She couldn't remember ever being so aroused. Squeezing her lips around him as hard as she could, she felt him tense up for barely half a second before he rammed her head all the way down on his cock, the hardest yet, and she felt his cock spasming in the back of her mouth. His come hit the back of her throat, and once again she struggled not to gag on it. She swallowed against the reflex, and felt his come going down her throat. He let go of her head, and she gasped for air. Shaking, she drew in a few deep breaths and rested her head on his lap. She could smell his sex still in his lap. He stroked her hair silently for a while, and when she finally stopped trembling, he spoke. "Thanks. I needed that." Working Too Hard I just had to leave the office today. With all the interruptions, I wasn't getting anything done. I just decided to work from home, but even with the solitude, I am finding it so difficult to get going today. Usually I can just plow through the weighty volume, but right now I just keep staring at a screen that doesn't change. My fingers are frozen to the keys. I glance out the window, and the sun is shining, beckoning me. No! There is too much work left that I need to complete, but then my mind begins to drift. I stall in mid-thought and begin to imagine you coming up behind my chair and wrapping your arms about me. You would know that I have much to do, but you wouldn't care about that. You would only be focused on your immediate desire. You would whisper to me that it's time for a break. Your tongue would begin its magic and dart about in search of prey. I try to turn to face you, but you are wrapped about me in a way that keeps me facing forward, staring at the unchanged screen. I want to lean back and find your waiting kiss. I want to feel your tongue mate with my own in a hot duel, but you mouth is around my ear with your tongue busily darting in and out of it. You release one of your hands and pull my t-shirt out from my trousers before wrapping yourself tightly about me again. I feel your hands slide up my chest and delicately pinch my nipples from under my t-shirt while you continue to nibble at my neck and ear. You know how sensitive my nipples are to your touch, and you give them a little tweak that causes me to moan with pleasure before I feel your hands continue their journey south. Still pinned tightly to the chair, you undo my buckle and fly. One of your hands deftly slips under the elastic of my shorts, and you begin stroking my awakening cock. I feel your tongue continue to flicker in my ear exciting me more and more, while frustrating me that I can't get my head around to kiss you. As my breathing becomes more rapid, you catch me by surprise as you pull my t-shirt quickly over my head and swing my chair around to face you. That is when you drop to your knees and begin taking my now hard cock into your mouth. As ever, you surprise me with your boldness. I am surprised to see that before entering the room you must have stripped out of all your clothes and while you are working on me orally, you are also working yourself into a frenzy with a free hand. I am enthralled by this erotic scene. I can't stop watching you work both of us simultaneously. My hands are free, but I can't stop watching now. Your mouth is sliding along the length of my shaft while your tongue swirls about the head. You know just how far to take me, and when you have me right on the verge of cumming, you stop. I am left panting and just continue to watch as you stand up before me. With your legs spread apart, you let your palm rub your smooth sex, and I gasp as your forefinger disappears inside you. You slowly remove it from inside you and then straddle me. You don't even pull my pants from my legs. They comically dangle just below my knees as you just climb up on to me and slowly (ever so slowly) lower your self-induced wet sex onto the length my erection. You place your wet finger beneath my nose and let me inhale your aroused scent. Then you slip the finger still wet with your excitement into my mouth so I can taste your excitement. Then stretching your arm out straight from my mouth, you let yourself lean back knowing I will hold you. You find a slow sensuous rhythm and ride us both to a much-too-quick powerful orgasm, leaving us calling for each other, God, and anyone else who might care. And then as swiftly as you appeared, you kiss me deep and vanish to let me finish my work. However, you are quick to tell me before you leave that as soon as I finished, you would be keeping yourself wet while waiting for me in the bed. Then as my cell screams out to be answered, I am shaken from my reverie with only my work and a hard on still before me.