I stand in the doorway of your small home office, just watching you at your desk. You don’t see me yet. You are leaning back in your leather office chair as you talk with one of your most important, new clients on the phone. He’s briefing you on a new project. I’m impressed by how you manage him. From everything you’ve told me, he is “a lot” and can drive you a bit crazy sometimes. You’d never know it from the confident way I hear you speak to him. But then, you’ve always been like that. In control. In command. The ironic thing is that it is exactly this buttoned-up, all business persona of yours that makes me want to find the cracks. To see what I can do to make you lose your cool. To lose your composure.
I feel like making trouble today. I’m also desperate to get my hands and mouth on you. Who knows how long this call will last? I definitely don’t feel like waiting so I slip quietly behind you and start to massage your shoulders. I can feel the tension as I squeeze and dig my fingers into your tight muscles. You turn your head side-to-side as I rub. The second time you tilt your head I bring my lips down to your neck and plant soft kisses from your collar bone, up your throat and around to your ear.
I grab your earlobe between my lips and breathe my warm breath in your ear. I can see the goosebumps pop up on your arms. You struggle for a moment to continue your conversation and I hear you ask your client to repeat that last question. I smile to myself knowing that this is only the mildest of the distractions I have planned for you.
With my mouth on your neck I slide my warm, strong hands straight down your loose t-shirt and over your firm, beautiful tits. I appreciate the lack of a bra as I feel your nipples stiffen under my palms. I squeeze them each firmly while the tip of my tongue gently explores your ear. You cough a couple times to stifle a moan of pleasure.
You are having trouble now following the conversation and I can see your hands shake slightly as you try to type out notes on your computer keyboard. I move from squeezing your breasts to pinching, twisting and pulling your nipples. As I feel them harden I get an idea and quickly scan the top of your desk until I see the cold tumbler of Iced Tea on the coaster. With one hand, I reach into the tumbler and pull out a slippery ice cube.
You see where this is going and try to get up out of the chair to get away but I press hard on your chest and hold you seated. I reach down with one hand and pull your t-shirt up over your tits while the other brings the dripping, cold cube to your right nipple and rubs it in slow circles. You close your eyes at the sensation and murmur vague affirmations to your client’s questions. Chilled water drips down your belly to the waistband of your jean shorts as I move the cube to the other nipple and repeat the process.
When both nipples are nicely numbed I pop the cube in my mouth and quickly pull your t-shirt over your head, leaving you topless. I spin you around in your chair and slide down to my knees between your legs. Leaning forward I place the tip of my tongue on your belly, right at the top of your shorts, and lick upward along the trail of water that has dripped down. Again and again I repeat this trek with my tongue. Licking upward until I reach your nipples which I then suck each in turn. The ice cube melting in my mouth has made my tongue a cold spear that provides no warmth or relief to your chilled, aching nipples.
I then get another idea. I scan the desktop behind you and reach over your shoulder to pick up the small, acrylic holder filled with paper clips. I shake a few into my hand as your eyes grow wide with the realization of what I have planned. I choose two of the bigger clips. I take the first and gently bend it open just enough to slide over the tip of your nipple before releasing it and letting it close tightly. You gasp and your eyes close as you feel the exquisite bite and tension. I repeat this with your second nipple and then stand up to admire my handiwork.
What an amazing view! There you sit in your leather office chair, topless, with your nipples clamped and a phone pressed to one ear as you valiantly try to make your client believe that you are following his project brief when what you really want is more sexual stimulation.
I stand up from between your legs and walk over to stand next to you. I reach into my track pants and pull my hard, fat cock out and over the waistband and slowly stroke it just inches away from your face. Your eyes get lidded and your lips part slightly as you lean forward to take me in your mouth. But I pull back, making you wait. Making you watch.
Your free hand reaches down into your shorts. I watch the fabric stretch and flex as your fingers sink deep into your pussy. Your eyes close and your mouth drops open. You pull your hand out and your second and middle fingers glisten with your juices. I gently take your wrist and guide your hand to my cock where you rub your wet fingers over the head, your juices mixing with the precum leaking from the tip.
I bring your fingers to my mouth and suck them clean, slurping and sucking loudly. You give me a stern look and shoosh me with a finger held against your lips. I smile again and go back to stroking my rod just inches away from your mouth. Your eyes are staring intently at my cock while I listen to you continue to try to make plans with your client. You take the phone and hit the speakerphone button and set it down on your desk, telling your client that you need both hands to multi-task.
And multi-task you do by grabbing my ass cheeks with both hands and licking the mix of juices and precum off the head of my cock before taking me deeper into your mouth.
I look down and watch your mouth slide slickly back and forth on my cock while I listen to your client drone on and on about this project. I sometime wonder why you work for this guy. The money must be great, but still. I hear him pose a question to you. Your mouth pauses on my cock and you attempt to withdraw but I hold the back of your head firmly. I hear him again. “Hello? Hello? Are you there?”
I release your head and you pull off of me and sputter, “Yes. Yes. I’m here. Can you hear me? Must be a bad connection.”
You shoot me another disapproving glance as you try to refocus on your client.
I move back in front of you and drop down to my knees again. I place my hands on your thighs and bring my face down between your legs. I press my nose against the denim and inhale deeply. I can smell the sweet/spicy scent of your wet pussy through the thick fabric.
I bring my hand down to your crotch, crook my fingers and drag my fingernails roughly down the seam of your jeans sending vibrations directly to your pussy lips and clit. I bring my other hand up and do the same. I look strangely like some dog clawing at the door to get in. And in a way, I guess I am.
You spread your legs wider which presses the fabric tighter to your pussy. My rhythmic scratching down the seam is driving you crazy. It’s such a delicious tease and is making you want more.
Your face is flushed. Your responses to your client have been reduced to brief words and phrases,
“Yes”
“Sure”
“Makes sense”
“Will do”
My fingers trace along the waistband of your shorts until they find the top button of your fly and pop it open. A peek of your black, silk, panties is revealed. My fingers travel down and pop the second, then the third button. I press my nose to your panties and breathe in your intoxicating scent.