Misconduct 3

by Nicety

  My legs were crossed seductively even though it was hidden behind the waist height mahogany wood partition separating us. I did not want to be caught unappealing. Every time he saw me I wanted him to desire me whether he could have me right then and there or not. It was not uncommon for me to join him in court since I was the closest thing to his paralegal but it was unusual for me to wear my pencil skirts so tight. I figured it was time to step my sexy up a notch after our steamy workplace encounter so I went out and bought more.

  "Alright, Starla. We're done for the day," he stated signaling for me to meet him in the hall while he chalked it up with his colleagues.

  My hand grabbed that black rollaway file cart so fast his head could have spun. I did not want to seem overeager but I could not help it. Since the other day, all I could think about or dream about was his strong macho hands choking the shit out of me. I mean fucking. I said fucking, right? Well, I had to admit it was the most erotic thing I had ever experienced. There was no pain because he was as gentle as a bird but it still sent the rush and fear of being harmed through my body. I had never cum harder.

  "Starla," he called out, waving and breaking my train of thought. "This way."

  "Yes, sir," I could tell he was eyeing how tight fitting my clothes were today. I had even done my makeup darker and extra slutty just for him.

  “Did you drive down here?”

  “Uh, no I actually parked at work and took the train. You know its kind of hard finding parking so deep in the Loop. You’re crazy to drive.”

  “I drove.”

  “Oh…” My foot was officially stuck in my mouth as I coolly looked away.

  “Anyway, we are going to take the rest of the day off. I’m going to the country club for a round of golf with the guys from the firm. But, I can give you a ride back to your car if you need it,” he said standing they’re looking like he was fresh out of a GQ magazine.

  “Oh, no. That’s okay. I’m sure I can manage. Go on and have fun.”

  “No. I won’t allow it. Come with me,” he replied walking off headed towards the elevator to the underground parking garage.

  “No, you know what? It’s okay. I’m sure I can manage. The office isn’t that far, just five stops on the Red Line, so it’ll be okay. Really.”

  “Starla, get your ass on this elevator.”

  His forcefulness was sexy. I loved his take-charge attitude. If I were wearing any panties that day, I’m sure they would have been soaked by his strong manly finesse. In the garage, it seemed to be rather dark even though there were lights everywhere. He seemed to know exactly where he parked, which was good seeing I was not prepared to walk around the garage in four-inch heels. He walked right up to his slick black Benz, pressing the button on his key chain.

  “Get in,” he demanded as he reached for the heavy rollaway cart.

  He took it, popping the trunk and tossing it inside like it was a flimsy piece of paper along with his briefcase. I entered the car allowing my skirt to rise naturally hoping to be able to show him a little leg. A few minutes later he entered the car and turned the key and started the car. When he fiddled with the knobs on the console, I figured maybe he was trying to turn on some air conditioning since it was a scorching eighty degrees outside and sex in the car could create a sauna. He was such a gentleman. But, when he reached for the gear throwing it in drive before he pulled off, all of my hopes for an in car booty call flew right out the window. Imagine my disappointment. There I was with a flaming wet pussy and nobody to extinguish it.

  “I gotta make a stop first. I hope that’s okay,” he said licking those fine thin lips of his.

  “Yeah, sure. I don’t mind.”

  “So how’s everything with you?” He asked starting small talk as we drove along.

  “Uh, everything’s good sir. No complaints over here. What about you?”

  “Well, I haven’t been myself lately. I was wondering if you noticed anything different.”

  “No, no I can’t say that I have. Do you have anything specific that you want to point out?” For the most part I was puzzled.

  “No. Geez, I hope you really don’t mind me driving out of the way for a hot second. Hope I’m not foiling any of your prior plans.”

  “Really sir, I don’t mind at all. It’s not a problem.” My lips displayed a huge smile.

  I did mind though. I didn’t want to make any stops but somewhere that I could get fucked. I needed his warm embrace, his fingertips on my tits, and his tongue in my mouth. My body yearned for his thick tanned dick inside of me pounding away, rubbing against my walls. But, as he turned the corner, I realized it was not going to happen today. It got me wondering, would it ever happen again? Was that just some one-time fling, where he used me to get off and now I was tossed away like a piece of trash?

  “Okay. I’ll be right back,” he said a short time later parking and exiting the car quickly.

  “Okay,” I responded as I shot him a fake smile then the door closed. “I don’t believe this shit.”

  Needless to say, my mind was heated to the fiftieth power. I was so focused on my own emotions that I did not even see where he had dipped off. I hope he did not think he was going to leave me in his car while he went shopping. This was bullshit. I was not about to play the flunky and act like what we shared the other day did not happen. He was going to have to start treating me with some dignity and respect or I was going to have to find a new job. Now I understood why bosses should never fuck their workers. As soon as I looked out of my passenger side window, a uniformed man came tapping on it gently.

  “Yes?” I asked pushing the button to crack the window slightly.

  “Hi, ma’am. Um, I was told to park your car.”

  “What? Excuse me? Who told you to park this car?”

  “Well, the owner, ma’am. He told me to park the car and tell you to head upstairs to room 416.”

  “Wha…upstairs?” It was then that I finally paid attention to my surroundings.

  We were parked in front of the Ritz Carlton next to the Water Tower Place. The more I looked around the more the area became familiar to me. I couldn’t believe that this man had actually brought me here. The place where I and many secretaries before me had inadvertently booked for him, when he said he was golfing with the guys and needed a place close by the courthouse on the days he wanted to play before or after a trial or hearing. It was also the place where he spent countless hours probably with many of his other whores and now I was about to be one of them.

  I exited the car allowing the valet attendant to do his job then entered the hotel as ordered headed for the room number he had given me. I wondered if this was the exact same room as well. My feet entered the elevator, pressing the number to the fourth floor but my mind was still stuck struggling to get out of the car. Walking out of the elevator and up to the room door, I could not help but lower my head to prevent myself from letting out a faint sob as I knocked on the door. My intentions were not to sleep with him and become the next Ritz whore notch under his belt. I had hoped to be much more than that, at least to him.

  “Hey, come on in,” he said opening the door happily.

  I had not even knocked on it that hard but I guess he had sensed my presence. I plopped down on the comfortable fluffed comforter unable to enjoy its magnificence. My head fell into my hands as I grappled to maintain my composure. The room was wonderful and very tasteful. Nothing was dirty and everything was strategically placed, like someone with obsessive-compulsive disorder had cleaned the room before we came. My only hope was that they had cleaned the sheets as well.

  “Why did you bring me here?” I asked fighting back tears.

  “Because. I wanted to give you more than just the hard wooden top of my desk. We can do more in a bed don’t you think.”

  “But, why did you bring me here?” My voice was rising by no fault of my own; it was my hormones, my impulse. “I mean, this is where you bring all of your whores. I’m not a whore.”

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��I know you’re not a whore, Starla. Have I ever treated you like that? I don’t talk to you like I did those other tramps. You’re special, you know that,” He responded kneeling down in front of me wiggling his way in between my legs.

  Just as he was about to unzip my skirt his phone rang. I was not expecting him to answer it but the way he stared down at the number that lit up on his screen, it looked like he was going to. The ringing stopped and he placed the phone back down on the table returning his self to his rightful position in between my legs. Subsequently it rang again. I was becoming more agitated with every lyric that bellowed through the speaker. I knew who it was. He did not even have to tell me.

  “Is this the same room?”

  “Of course not.”

  “Don’t fucking lie to me! Is this the same room?”

  “Never! You know I wouldn’t do that to you,” he reached for his phone shutting it completely off.

  That bit of knowledge did make me feel a little better and even more so when he wiped the falling tears from my eyes. He leaned in grabbing me by the back of my neck firmly, kissing me passionately on the lips. I can’t recall ever having a kiss so lovely. I gently wrestled my tongue with his while he carefully unbuttoned my silk blouse. His tantalizing fingers brushed my side down my waist and then around to my backside unzipping my skirt.

  I wiggled as he kneeled further pulling my skirt down to my feet while planting his nose against my bare skin taking a whiff of my pleasure opening. He closed his eyes savoring the scent of lavender in the morning as my heels stepped out of my fallen skirt. He got up on the bed without removing his clothes, only his tie, and unbuttoning his shirt a little. He just laid there staring up at the wall as if he were waiting on me to help them off of him so I moved in for the kill. As soon as I touched his belt buckle he immediately snatched my hands.

  “Baby. Baby you’re hurting me,” I whispered lightly trying not to ruin the mood, hoping he would let up.

  “Sorry. I, uh, don’t want you to touch me,” he answered hesitantly.

  I could clearly see that his dick was dying to burst through his pants. He wanted me that much was certain, but he was acting as if he didn’t. “Why are we here if you don’t want me to touch you?”

  “Because I want you to do something special for me right now.”

  “Oh, yeah. What’s that?” I snickered climbing on top of him sending pecks from my lips through his clothes.

  “I want you to sit on my face,” he breathed heavily.

  “Oh, um, are you sure? Are you sure that’s what you want?”

  “Hell yeah I’m sure. Put that fat ass on my face dammit.”

  I was extremely excited as I crawled up his body and sat on his face without additional hesitation. It felt a little awkward at first but as soon as I closed my eyes and tilted my head back, I was riding the shit out of his tongue wanting to spew my goodness all in his mouth like a faucet. I waited for him to tap out, to beg for me to stop smothering his nose with my colossal sized ass cheeks.

  Instead he pressed my waist down further onto him, thirsting for more. Instead he reached around my waist with his strong beefy arms and grabbed my ass pulling it up as high in the air as it would go. Then he gripped the cheeks in his palms like firm basketballs. He forced me forward on all fours allowing my entire pearl tongue to fall effortlessly in his mouth separating it from its lips. My hips swayed in a circle, rotating his face like a carousel urging the cum up out of me.

  “Oh, my gosh! I’m…” I could not even get the words out of my mouth before he had sucked the creamy drippings from my clit.

  The trembling from my legs begged for him to stop to give me time to breathe but his tongue beat against my clit like it was destined to win a fight. I attempted to jump off really quickly to rip away from him like a Band-Aid but he interlocked his fingers locking my waist down. He was not done with me yet and he made me feel like if I moved he would only attack my pussy harder. But, I was not prepared to let him win. My body moved up and down only as far as he would allow me to go in a riding motion, fucking his mouth with my clit. He moaned rather loudly vibrating my entire opening as if I was sitting atop of a washing machine.

  “You wanna play, baby?” I smirked sitting up and reaching back digging down in his pants, grabbing hold of his long fat dick, massaging it in my hand. “Let’s play.”

  “Mmm.” It was all he could get out.

  I felt him tell my pussy no as he shook his head, tongue lashing it death. I felt cum build up in my clit once more but I was determined to get him before he got me. I stroked his dick with one hand backwards but it was not fazing him the way that his tongue was affecting me. He yanked my hand out from inside of his pants and forced me back down on all fours. Angry, he reached for his tie and wrapped it around both of my hands pulling tightly to bind them. He yanked it making sure I was under his control and could no longer break the rules and as he moaned deeply he bounced my ass on his face in a rhythmic motion.

  The tips of his tongue flicked the very tip of my pearl making me so wet that I felt slippery in his mouth. My eyes rolled in the back of my head and my head tilted up towards the ceiling. I could not feel my legs; I think they went numb from the pleasure or something. My heavy panting sped up as my moans increased. Boulders of sweat formed on my skin rotating all the way down my body as I pinched my nipples gently. My hips swayed over his mouth effortlessly like I was a professional rider unafraid to let go of my inhibitions and insecurities and as I released hard into his mouth…

  “Ahh!” I relaxed my head leaning it down releasing a deep breath, my mouth stuck in sex face.

  He forcefully pushed my waist off of his face breathing like he had been underwater for an hour. I looked down to find him licking his lips savoring every drop of me that had spewed onto him, even the ones still dripping from me. He looked up at me noticing my concern. His disposition, on the other hand, didn’t look pleased. His fingers explored my clit to see if my wetness was to his liking. He played around in it taking some out and inserting it into his mouth taste testing it to make sure the drippings were plentiful.

  "You haven't cum enough. Why are you holding back?" He barked.

  "I'm not holding back, baby. I'm trying. I really am."

  "Try harder you nasty slut."

  “I came like five times already, baby. What more do you want me to give you?” I asked.

  “Woman, ride this fucking face until you collapse. Let’s go. Get that shit,” he demanded.

  How could I argue with something like that? With those words, I planted my snatch back on his face angrily. I was not a nasty slut and had never been called one ever in my life. Still it turned me all the way on and right now if he wanted a slut he was most definitely going to get one. The humming sound he made vibrated throughout my body gradually, as I remained on all fours breathing heavily like a wild animal in the cold wilderness. I wanted to bust so hard in his mouth that he began drowning in my wetness. But, no matter how hard I tried I just could not get my body to the point of no return.

  “Don’t stop! Yes, daddy yes! Lick this fucking pussy, ‘til I cum!” I felt like the nasty slut that he wanted me to be.

  As he thrust his long moist tongue harder across my hot clit flicking away never giving up until he got the creamy goodness he wanted. He was never going to leave me again and I would never leave him. There was no need for him to go anywhere else for the pleasure that he wanted because momma could give it to him all right here.

  His oversized solid hands grabbed my waist aggressively holding on tight to make sure I could not run from him. I never would. I bounced my fat ass on his face and allowing my clit to just barely exit his mouth before entering sending chills to it each time. There was nothing that I would not do for him and he would know that after tonight.

  I rode him fast, and then I slowed it down a notch and still nothing. Every attempt to dismount was blocked by his strong willed determined grip. The strength and power in his tongue was waning and it wa
s becoming more apparent that he needed to rest. It was admirable that he wanted to be the Energizer Bunny and continue on with his quest but the truth was he had flicked his tongue one minute too long.

  As I sat there with my ass in the air sitting on his face, I began to tap out. Not for my sake but for his. I tapped him on the top of his head gently to let him know to stop. He gave it the old college try and that's all I could ask of him even though I did want to cum harder than a rapper at a million dollar prize rap battle.

  "Hey...baby, baby wait a minute." The words reluctantly flew from my mouth.

  In actuality, I didn't want to let him stop. Shit even the best lickers had to start somewhere. He was good, damn good, but he needed to build his stamina up before he came back trying to hang with me again. My pride and desires aside, I was willing to cut the man some slack and give his tongue the rest it deserved. He tried and that’s all I could ask of him I suppose. The big O would have to wait until he stuck his thick tanned beef into my throbbing brown pussy.

  “Sweetie. Baby stop, honey.” My lips cringed.

  “Mmhmm,” he mumbled.

  He misunderstood me. I was not calling his name in ecstasy; I was trying to relieve him of his duties. He reached his large hand up gripping my ass cheeks firmly then raised it up in the air and back down delivering a strong blast to my backside that sent chills through my spine. He repeated the same thrust and bang with his hand but this time on my other cheek and it felt just as sadistic as the last. Over and over again he distributed the beating to my backside forcing my hips to rotate seeking relief each time. By the fifth time he had slapped my ass I was hooked. He massaged as he spanked me giving me time to recover from the last blow.

  My body got hotter than a Sahara Desert and I began to shake like a stripper at the club during last call. I felt a jolt of electricity flow and run through my body as my eyes rolled back and I simply felt an amazing tingly feeling everywhere. I felt sexy, confident, aroused, and silky as I slipped into an awakened coma. I was ready. My temple was ready. I wanted to secrete my womanly essence all in his mouth, on his cheeks, and even on his forehead. I wanted to drown him in the love that had filled my body for years for him. I grabbed my tits rotating two fingers around them escalating my pleasure from the pain of his spankings.