"I thought I told you that I didn't want to be disturbed." He said with a trace of annoyance, not bothering to look up from the paperwork he had been engrossed in all day as he heard his office door open.
He glanced up as he heard the door click shut again, his annoyance growing. He was not accustomed to his secretary defying his commands.
His gaze was arrested by the sight before him. She stood staring back at him, dripping all over the lush carpet, head held high, a defiant glint in her eyes that dared him to throw her out.
"I um... how did you..." he stammered. His eyes moving from the damp hair framing her face, along the graceful line of her neck and down to the gentle slope of her breasts. He found himself transfixed by the way her shirt clung to her body, her white bra clearly visible, the delicate lace doing nothing to hide her dark nipples as they strained against the wet cotton.
"Your secretary wasn't there." She sauntered over to his desk as if she had every right to be barging into his office unannounced. She leaned across the desk, palms planted firmly on his desk calendar. "Even if she were... do you really think she would've been able to stop me?"
He put down his pen as he shook his head, a slow smile spreading across his handsome face. "No, I have a feeling she would be no match for you."
She moved around the desk, one finger tracing the edge, her eyes locked to his. She smiled coyly as she slid up onto the desk and kicked off her shoes, a touch of innocence to her voice as she said, "Of course, if you are too busy to see me... I would hate to be an imposition..."
He took a slow deep breath as she planted a stocking clad foot either side of him. His eyes travelled from her feet, up over her slim ankles, taking in the tautness of her calf muscles as her feet rose slowly to tiptoe. He felt his cock twitch lightly inside of his pants as his eyes moved past the lacy edge of her knee-high stockings, beyond the hem of her soaked skirt to catch a glimpse of the soft flesh of her inner thighs. "No... no imposition. Feel free to impose on me any time."
And she did.
She leaned in closer to him, knees squeezed tightly together, her soft breath touching his lips as she whispered, "I hope you don't mind me showing up here wet..."
She pushed back, her feet moving across his thighs and forcing them further apart. His breath caught in his throat as she ran one foot slowly up and down his inner thigh, her toes brushing lightly across the tautly stretched crotch of his pants. Her foot continued to move softly across his straining bulge as she popped the top button on her shirt, exposing the lacy edge of her bra. She kept moving her legs slightly apart, then pushing them back together again as her foot caressed his growing cock through his slacks, the movement giving him minute glimpses of her glistening slit. One by one she slowly undid the buttons on her shirt, her fingers running across her damp flesh as she exposed more of herself to him.
He reached out to run his hand from her ankle up her shapely calf, but she lifted her other foot to move his hand back to his side, rebuking him subtly with a raised eyebrow. "Tut tut... such a naughty boy..."
Her foot on his cock pushed down firmer, her toes curling around his shaft as one hand moved in slow circles on her exposed belly. Her splayed hand slid up over ribcage causing the ends of her shirt to fall away and expose her lace covered orbs. She drew a deep breath as her hand moved higher, cupping the underside of her breast, her hand closing to squeeze lightly.
He moaned as her foot stroked slowly up and down his shaft, her one hand continuing to caress her firm tits, thumb stroking softly over her hard lace covered nipples. The fingers of her other hand gently tracing the lacy tops of her stockings before running further up her leg. Her legs spread as she caressed up along her inner thigh, her short skirt moving higher up as her hand got closer to her moist honeypot.
He could smell her desire; see the glistening moisture clinging to her smooth sex. Her foot massaged his cock firmer as her fingers slipped between her puffy lips, teasing softly up and down the slippery cleft. She was pinching and tugging her perky nipples, her hips rocking gently as she strummed her desire swollen bud.
"Oh fuck, baby... you look so damn good doing that. I need to taste you... please let me taste you..."
She moaned softly, then stopped abruptly. She leaned in to run her fingers across his lips. His tongue darted out and twirled hungrily around her fingers before sucking them into his mouth. She slipped off the desk and kneeled in front of him. With nimble fingers she undid his pants, while he sucked her pussy flavoured fingers. She looked up at him, their gazes locking as her hand slipped into his boxers and curled around his engorged shaft, lifting it out of its trappings. She licked her lips slowly, breaking their stare, her eyes taking in the glory of his rock hard cock as it bobbed inches from her face. She lowered her fingers from his mouth, her hands making light work of undoing his shirt, her fingers running slowly across his chest and down over the taut muscles of his stomach. She felt his deep moan under her fingertips seconds before she leaned in to run her tongue up along the underside of his shaft, sampling the droplets oozing from his cock-head.
She moaned softly. Her tongue twirled slowly around the head of his cock, her fingers sliding back up to brush over his hard nipples. Her tongue ran the length of his pulsing manhood over and over again; teasing lightly, tongue dipping in to lap at the pre-cum spilling freely.
"Ohhh baby, yes..." he moaned.
She looked up at him as her lips wrapped around the bulbous head of his cock, their gazes locked as her mouth slid teasingly slow down his shaft. A deep moan escaped him as she rolled his sensitive nipples between her fingers, slurping her way slowly up his cock. Her deep moans vibrated up and down his shaft as her mouth worked him slowly, but firmly.
"Oh God... ohhhh fuck yes... yesss..."
Tingles of desire coursed from his nipples to his cock and spread through his veins like a raging fire. His head reeled with images of thrusting his cock deep inside her wanton body, he could hear her moans, feel her moist heat wrapped around him and it drove him wild with desire. He reached down and grabbed a handful of her hair, wrapping the long tresses firmly around his hand. Blinded by desire, he thrust up hard, burying the head of his cock in her tight throat. Her hands came off his nipples with a start and moved to grip his upper thighs. He moved his hips, grinding himself up against her mouth, until she sputtered for air. His fist tightened around her hair as he dragged her back up along his throbbing cock. She gasped for air as her mouth came off him, her desire clouded eyes staring directly into his. Within seconds her greedy mouth was devouring him again, sucking at him with gusto as his hips thrust up, driving himself into her cock-hungry little mouth until he felt her chin hit his balls.
"You. Wanted. This. Cock. So. Feast. On. It. Baby..." he said with a desire thickened voice between thrusts.
He thrust deep, feeling his head slide in and out of her snug throat, her nails digging painfully into him. He felt his balls tighten, hot pent up fluids rushing up his shaft as his orgasm rolled closer. A deep guttural moan escaped him as he pushed her head down hard, thrusting up with his entire body as the first jet shot from his cock. He held her head in place, hips held steady as string after string of thick cum hit her throat, her deep moans pulsating through him.
He released his hold on her hair as the intensity of the sensations subsided, running his hands adoringly through her tousled hair. Her mouth moved slowly back up, her tongue working its way gently around his spent cock, cleaning him of every spilt drop. She looked up at him as she leaned over to tenderly kiss the puncture wounds her nails had left.
She stood, straightened her skirt, and then slowly buttoned her shirt back up. She lifted his boxers up over his cock and fastened his pants. Then she leaned down to kiss him, a deep, sensual kiss, allowing him to taste himself on her as with slow, deliberate movements she re-buttoned his shirt. She slipped her feet back into her high heeled pumps and walked casually out the door without a word.
He sat in his chair breathless and unable to move for several minutes staring at the wet paperwork spread across his desk. His phone buzzed. It was a new message. He laughed as he read the short text.
"I can be wicked too..."
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