Alex grabbed her with both hands and pulled her to him as he stood up. His mouth found hers and began kissing her hard, passionately, licking at her lips until she opened for him and he began to suck on her tongue. His hands scooped under her ass and pressed her into his desk; random items falling down or off into the floor. A hand going to her breast, then again to her thigh, he was trying to take her all in at once. His mouth moved to begin kissing her neck, and she leaned back to undo her shirt while wrapping her legs around his hips, her heels catching on the chair to keep her there.
He kissed every area exposed by her as she undid the blouse until the shirt was pushed back exposing the lacy bra that held her breasts. He began to lick at her hard nipples and she pushed him back.
"Wait," she was breathing hard. Her mouth was swollen and lipstick smeared by him. He liked to see her this way. To know that it was his doing for her disheveled state. "Wait," she said again more in control and she pushed him down in the chair.
Alex did as he was told and watched her. He didn't know how much control he could keep over himself as she stood up between his legs again.
She slipped the blouse off and threw it on the chairs. Next she leaned down to Alex and put her hands on his knees, running them up to his thighs. Her eyes were dark with passion and she kissed him slowly, making him keep the same pace as her. She began to slide her body down the length of him until she was on her knees almost under his desk in front of him.
"Wait," she smiled a half smile and rested her chin on his stomach looking up at him, as her hands began to rub his arousal inside his pants. "I want to do this for you." She leaned back to undo his pants, and let her hands reach inside.
In a trance of amazement, Alex moved to help her take down his pants. She kept a hand on him at all times, moving up and down firm and slowly stroking him harder. He watched as she added her other hand to the first, moving them in opposite directions and up and down at the same time. The sensation was amazing, and he moved down in the chair to allow her better access.
Jess smiled at him, and slid her thumb across the head of him where a dot of precum had formed. She smoothed the fluid around the head of his penis then flicked her tongue across the tip.
Alex shut his eyes in response and arched back, "God Jess," he whispered with his hands digging into the arms of the chair and her mouth coming down to take in the length of him.
Her mouth was warm and wet. She began moving her lips up and down his shaft to match her hands. Each time a little more wet, each time a little further down. She used her tongue to trace the veins on the underside of his cock as she continued this motion.
Alex's knuckles turned white from gripping the chair trying not to make noise. Then his mind relaxed to the sensation, and his hands moved to touch her face and watch her give him pleasure with those beautiful full lips.
His hands encouraged her and she began to suck harder as she moved. She had moved her hands until she was able to take in almost the entire length of him into her mouth, the tip of him rubbing the back of her throat as she went down and up over and over again.
When his shaft was very wet, she replaced her mouth with her hands, moving them faster, and kissing the thumb he was using to rub her cheek. She smiled at him, "just relax," she whispered before taking him into her mouth again. This time she used her tongue to press at the little hole still leaking precum before taking the head into her mouth again and beginning her motions.
The feeling was amazing. Warm and full of surprise pleasures, Alex put his hands in her hair and followed the rhythm of her head.
With a little popping noise of her mouth leaving his cock, she looked up at him and placed one hand on his hand in her hair urging him to guide her head. She bent back down to take him in, and he began setting his own pace with his hands in her hair.
His hands held her hair tightly, pressing her face closer to his cock then pulling back. The sensation of guiding her made him almost lose control long before he wanted to do so. He set a pace faster than she was originally doing, and she took him in more, and sucked harder with each thrust. She liked having him in control of her and was loving being able to give him this pleasure.
Tension built and all Alex could think about was being inside of her. His hands slowed in her hair as he tried to gain some control. "Jess, "he ground out as she pulled away from his cock and began to lick at his balls. "Jess," he said more urgently, pulling her face back.
She stopped and stared at him for a moment. Her body was trembling with wanting him. She loved giving this to him, but the look on his face told her that what he wanted was what she was needed right then.
Slowly she stood up and took a step back from him. While he watched she reached under her skirt and slid down her panties, tucking them inside his shirt pocket after they were removed. He took them out and inhaled her scent as she grabbed his hand and pulled him to one of the large leather chairs and motioned for him to sit down.
Once he was sitting, she turned her back to him, and bent down exposing large round ass cheeks peeking from the material of the skirt. She began lifting up her skirt and moving back to sit in his lap at the same time. Alex slid down in the chair as she straddled his legs and using the arms of the chair lowered her body onto his waiting hardness.
She was so wet he slid in easy, but so aroused that she gripped him hard immediately inside of her and held in a moan as she began to ride him backwards in the chair. Her ass grinding down on him, she could feel the hair on his stomach tickle her cheeks.
He opened his legs, making her legs open further, and putting the weight of her on his thighs as she moved faster up and down on his cock. She leaned back, her arms flexing with keeping the rhythm and Alex moved a hand forward to rub against her clit as she rode him this way.
She almost cried out, pressing her lips tightly together to keep from making noises that he was inspiring in her. He was so large, that just taking him in would almost make her cum. Now his hand was rubbing against her throbbing nub, and she ground herself harder against him in response moving her body in little circles at the hips to enjoy the sensation of him even more.
Alex began using his legs, opening and closing them a little to increase or slow her rhythm until they were lost in trying to gain pleasure from the other. Alex felt his time coming and wrapped both hands around her hips trying to hold her into him even more.
With the tension building, he felt a need to take control of the situation, and he moved her to where she was standing again, as he followed close behind. Rough hands guided her down onto the desk, bending her over the polished wood top. The heels made her legs muscles arch as he slid the skirt up her ass and leaned down to bite her inner thigh.
His hand moved to slide fingers inside of her as he held her face down on the desk. He moved his fingers in and out of her fast and hard as he kissed her ass cheeks, and nipped at the flesh on the underside between cheek and thighs. When he could hear her building up to climax, he pulled her back and quickly thrust inside of her.
His cock slid in easy and his balls slapped her ass as he fucked her hard into the desk. Her hand was over her mouth holding in screams while his hands pulled at her hips giving him better access. Leaning in, he thrust into her hard a few last times, the items on his desk shaking as he came deep inside of her.
He held himself there for a moment, admiring her ass and getting himself under control. He pulled back and brought her down into his lap as he collapsed into the chair. She curled up into his arms and kissed him as their breathing slowed. He looked into her eyes and mouth "wow" at her and smiled.
A light knock on the door from Alice, "Is everything okay? I'm going to lunch. I heard noises."
Jess smiled at Alex and buried her face into his neck. He held her there, happier than he had been in a very long time. "Everything is fine Alice, why don't you take off early today. I think I might just do that too." He looked at Jess still in bra and rolled up skirt. "There are some things," he said just for her he
aring, "that I need to take care of today."
The End.
Reawakening
I stand outside the door to your bedroom at the agreed-upon time, with my hand on the doorknob. Anticipation courses through me at what we are about to do. You have summoned me here to begin my first-ever affair. Neither of us has had a new lover in years. The others in our lives fade to the background for tonight.
In contrast to others I've known, you possess an intoxicating, breezy confidence and driving male assertiveness. You've awakened in me a forbidden and powerful lust, luring and coaxing and wearing me down, until I must have you. Or rather, let you have me.
Both nervous and eager, I turn the knob and enter the room. You're sitting in a plush armchair, wearing a business suit and waiting for me. I have on a simple, fluid black dress, with short sleeves, a deep V-neck, and a skirt that falls to my knees. I'm also wearing black stockings with a seam up the back, and black high heels. My hair is pulled up in a formal style, with a few soft curls left down to frame my face. I am adorned with a tiered, beaded black necklace and several jeweled rings.
You look me over thoroughly. My lifting and falling breasts give away my elevated breathing rate; their hardened nipples further betray my stimulation. You try to determine from your chair if I'm wearing underpants, but you can't tell.
Then you order me to come to you. I do, slowly, so you may watch me approach. As always, I am aroused and intrigued by your masculine self-assurance. I know you will do me no actual harm, and in fact plan to give me fiery pleasure, so I am free to thoroughly savor your primitive male dominance. Images of the things we will do to each other race through my brain.
Now I'm standing before you. You think about ordering me to strip, but you decide instead to use your own hands to take my clothing from me. You move forward in the chair, so that I'm standing between your knees. You put your hands lightly on my hips and slide them up, tantalizingly slow. You lightly run your hands up my sides, then up under my breasts, where you hesitate. You know damn well I'm ready to beg for you to touch them, squeeze them, pinch the nipples through the dress and the bra fabric. But you tease me, because you can and because you know it will make the pleasure that much sweeter.
You lightly run your palms up over the fronts of my breasts, continuing up to my collarbone and then leisurely down my arms. My skin prickles. My tiny, momentary disappointment that you've all but bypassed my chest evaporates as your hands leave my fingertips to cup my ass. Your touch is still light, but it roams. You're checking to see about the underpants: whether they're present and what type.
While searching, you are also looking up at me, watching my reactions. You discover after a few moments that I am wearing only a garter belt, and no underwear. You make a low, male sound of gratification, and your expression takes on a more determined look. I sigh softly with pleasure at your obvious satisfaction. Your hands rest on my hips, and you continue to look up at me; you make no further moves and I wonder what will come next. I give you an encouraging, happy smile.
Your hands once again move, this time drifting up to cup and squeeze and pinch my breasts. Then your hands slide up further to catch the shoulders of my dress, and slowly start to slip them down to my elbows. This exposes my bra, which is made of thin black lace. You murmur some words of approval, then slide the bra straps down to my elbows too, freeing my nipples to your view. I am now nearly desperate to have your fingers touching them, to feel the hot slide of your tongue across them.
You oblige me by degrees, lightly rubbing your thumbs over both nipples, then softly pinching them. I whimper with bliss. To tease me, you very, very lightly apply the tip of your tongue to my left nipple, because you know it's my less-sensitive one. I watch you doing it, but your touch is so light I'm not sure I can even feel it. Then zing!--a hot-cool sliver of pleasure shoots through my breast and down to my clit. I gasp with relief and delight.
Now I beg you to please suck harder, and you do, flicking your tongue, nipping with your teeth. I am glowing with pleasure, and then you move your mouth to my right nipple, which by now is acutely sensitive. You close your mouth around it hard and I cry out. My fingers tangle in your hair. I glory in the powerful sensations you're giving me, and after a few minutes, I gently tug your head away and ask you to please let me do something for you.
You sit back in the chair and tell me to unfasten your pants and pull your cock out. I kneel before you, still with my sleeves and straps down to my elbows, and my nipples red, swollen and damp from your attentions. I carefully unfasten and unzip your pants, then pull your cock and balls through the hole in your boxers, positioning them just so. You look very proper and professional in your suit and tie, in stark contrast to the naughtiness of your erection jutting from your dress pants.
I lean forward and run my tongue lightly from the bottom of your balls to the tip of your cock, teasing you as you did me. I look up at you to see if I am pleasing you. Your eyes are closed. One of your hands has come to rest at the back of my neck, and it's now urging my head forward to take your cock fully into my wet, hot mouth. I chuckle and put my mouth at the head, then swirl my tongue around it, making you wait. I don't make you beg, however; after a moment of this torment I take the shaft into my mouth, moving down further and further until I have all of you. I look up at you and now you are looking at me too. I hum around your cock, and you tell me you like that very well. I like that your voice sounds strained and a bit breathless.
Since we both seem to want this to last and last, I take my mouth from you and lean back on my heels. We are both breathing heavily, hearts pounding, pupils dilated. I stand up and lean forward slowly, bracing myself on your chair's arms. I lick my lips and look at yours, then press my open mouth to yours. I take your lower lip between my teeth, then suck on it lightly. I tangle my tongue against yours in an increasingly hungry kiss.
Your hands come up to cup my loose breasts, which I was expecting, but still feel surprised by. I moan against your mouth. I tell you how much I want you, and you say the same.
I shift forward to straddle your lap, pressing my wet, swollen labia against your cock. You can feel my wetness, and you groan with need. You still haven't seen the rest of me, so you lift my dress up over my head and toss it on the floor. Now I am clad only in stockings, shoes, a garter belt, and a half-removed bra. You unhook my bra and throw that to the floor with the dress. I lean close to you and press my lips to your ear, and whisper, "I'm yours."
We kiss some more, with me held against your chest, your hands roaming over my bare back and rump. I am turned on by the fact that you are still wearing your suit, but I am certain you will soon want to be rid of its hot restrictiveness. I'm becoming frustrated that I can't kiss and nip your neck and shoulders, so I lean back, loosen your tie, then pull it off completely. It goes on the floor. I unbutton your white shirt, eager to get my hands on your hot skin, but I'm foiled by your undershirt. I growl in frustration, and you laugh and set me back on my feet.
You stand up and shrug out of your jacket, then your formal shirt. Before you can remove your undershirt, I run my fingers lightly down your arms, needing to touch your flesh. While you pull the undershirt off and drop it to the floor, I admire the strength in your shoulders and arms. I come to you and put my mouth in the center of your chest, kissing and licking and nipping, then moving to each nipple to do the same.
I kneel down to remove your pants and underwear. I pull them down and you kick them off, then I run my hands up your thighs. I lean forward and take your hard cock into my mouth, sliding my hands back to cup your ass cheeks. You say sweet, hot things to encourage me, calling me naughty names and telling me what you'd like to do to me.
After a few minutes, I stand back up and you draw me to the bed. You sit down on the edge and stand me between your legs, then proceed to take both my breasts in your hands and feast on them with your lips and tongue, even abrading the sore nipples with your trim beard. You move one hand down between my legs and slip your
fingers between my lips. I am sopping wet for you and cry out at the contact. You growl with pure male triumph. You run your fingers back and forth, and around, slipping so easily on my creamy readiness.
I am starting to lose my control. I'm panting and begging and whimpering and clutching your hair. Your face has taken on a harshness, but it only makes me want you more. I want to feel the force of that primal desire to conquer me, to mount me, to make me submit.
Your urgency is escalating too, feeding off mine. Your movements are becoming more brusque; you stand up abruptly and push me down onto the bed, to lie on my back at the edge. You then kneel between my spread legs and roughly push them wide and high, then dive into my pussy with your mouth. I cry out your name, and yes, and oh god, and you're fucking incredible, and I can't wait to feel your cock in me. You growl in response. I gasp and whimper and clutch the sheets in my fists while you lick and suck and bite. You lave my lips with your tongue, flick at my clit, then push me up slightly higher to lick my asshole.
Returning your attention to my clit, your goal now is to make me come hard and long, because you know that the harder I come, the more I will beg you to do whatever you want to me afterward. You take up a regular rhythm with steady pressure, and soon I can feel the quickening buildup of pressure deep in my pussy and all my muscles. A prickly rush of hot-cold sensation surges in toward my pussy and I explode, bucking my hips up against your mouth, as again and again I pulse in climax. You put two fingers inside me to feel my convulsions, and press upward on my G-spot, which prolongs my orgasm. My every breath is a cry or a whimper or a sob of utter fulfillment and amazement.
While I am still riding the residuals of this high, you stand up and place yourself at my entrance and immediately thrust in. I call you sweet, dirty things. You thrust quickly and hard a few times, groaning with the temporary, partial relief of finally being inside me. Then you slow down, focusing on the feel of my slick, hot pussy caressing your rigid cock. You look at me lying there, flush with the ecstasy that you created, and you look down at where are bodies are joined, where you're slipping in and out of me. With my husky, sated voice, I ask you what you want, and tell you I'll give you whatever you desire.
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