“Come in,” I said from behind the closed door and as you entered my office, you found me at my desk, leaning back in a leather chair, nose buried in a book. I glanced at you over the top of my glasses, and the surprise in those dark eyes send tingling excitement down my back. Did we had lunch scheduled together, and I forgot?

You wet your lips and strode forward, your hands traveling to the belt of your coat, untying it. You couldn’t stop them from trembling, and you hoped I didn’t notice it. Your coat parted, revealing the sneaky little outfit you wore underneath. If you can even call it an outfit. It was a tiny, pleated skirt that barely covered your ass in the back. If you were to turn around right now, I would get a good look at the part where your thighs meet the cheeks. And your breasts were held back by a tight white shirt that was tied around your waist, matching black lace bra peeking through the top where you left three buttons loose. You watched me gazing as I took in the view in front of me, my eyes widening, lips parting. Could I see that it was just a cheap Halloween costume from eBay? Were you too bold coming here like this and throwing yourself at me?  

But as your gaze finally met mine, there was nothing but deep, electric desire in those eyes. I wet my lips, adjusting myself in my seat. The book slammed shut on the desk, and I rubbed my chin with those long fingers you wanted all over you. Your breath hitched inside your throat, toes curling inside your heels when I told you that you must be punished for wearing the outfit. My intense gaze never once left your eyes, and I didn’t dare look away as you walked around the desk. You leaned your hip on the desk, giving me a good view of your gorgeous long legs. My gaze travelled up your legs and stopped right where the hem of the skirt started. There were only inches of covered skin, and as my gaze lingered there, warmth pooled between your legs. I turned with my chair to face you fully, and you didn’t miss the way my pants were tight around my groin. The treasure that lay there, under layers of clothing, made your heart race. My large palm travelled to your thigh; your skin burned under my scalding touch. I gently dragged it up and down, caressing your skin but never moving higher than the hem of the skirt. You bit your lip to restrain yourself from moving your hips, arching your back in need of my hands to touch you higher. The small, wicked smile that settled in the corner of my mouth told you that I realized what my touch had done to you. I smiled, moving my hand away and leaning back in my chair. I asked that you sit on the desk in front of me and spread your legs for me. You obliged, sliding over to the middle of the desk, so you were seated in front of me. You didn’t hesitate to spread your legs, giving me a better look under the tiny skirt of the thin strip of black lace that covered you. You were certain it was soaking wet already. The way my eyes darkened with desire confirmed your suspicion. I reached a hand towards you, my fingers brushing over the wet lace and somewhat of a growl escaped my throat. You couldn’t stop the whimper and twitch of your hips at my touch as the throbbing of your clit intensified. You could barely restrain yourself from grabbing my hand and making me fuck you. There was a challenge in my eyes as I asked you to touch yourself, so bold and daring that your heart skipped a beat. Without a second thought, you moved your hand between your tights, pressing one finger over your clit. It was hot, and you gasped with each gentle tap, even though the underwear. My eyes were now fully focused on your hand between your legs, but you kept my gaze on your face. You loved seeing the way my face twisted in pleasure and agony, the way my gaze darkened with the hazy desire that your movements were causing to arise inside me.Heat surged through your body, to your legs and your belly. Even your cheeks were burning as you slipped a finger under the lace, touching your clit without the barrier.

You lifted one leg, placing the heeled foot on one of the arms of the chair, and my gaze didn’t miss it, sliding it all the way down the length of your leg so close to me and back up to where now you have worked for a second hand in, one finger sliding in and out of you. Your mind has started drifting at some point, and you closed your eyes, tilting your head backward as you let yourself drift in the warm sea of pleasure. You gasped, biting your lip as the most intense wave approached, and you were ready to meet it with huge anticipation.  At this point I grabbed your hands, keeping it in place, the pleasure retreating slowly as you peeled your eyes open to meet my intense gaze. I rose from the chair and walked around the desk and stood behind you in silence. You were overwhelmed with anticipation, excitement, and a bit of shame, but you didn’t dare move nor say a word. you waited. I asked that you bend over and then my hand brushed one of your cheeks, squeezing it lightly before spanking it. I caressed your cheeks once more, my hands clever and gentle, soothing. You spread your fingers on the desk, arching your back. Then my hands were on your hips, whirling you around to face me. While you were bent over the desk, I managed to loosen my shirt, exposing my sun-tanned body. You took your time to take in the view in front of you, the view that you haven’t seen before. My hands roamed your body, sliding up from your hips to waist, finding your aching breasts. In a few heartbeats, they freed them from the tight shirt, and my clever fingers found the hook of your bra.

Once your breasts were free, I lowered my head and took one nipple into my mouth. I moaned over your breast, and you moaned with me as the gentle vibrations send a wave of pleasure through you. You let me do whatever I wanted with you, melting in my arms as my tongue swished and circled around the peak of your breasts. You could feel my hard cock pressing into your thigh, and you lowered a hand between us, wishing it was inside you. As you unzipped my pants and slipped your hand inside, I stilled, drawing away from your breasts. You wrapped your hand over my rock-hard cock, drawing another moan from me. My skin was hot under your touch, and you moved your hand up and down my length, gripping hard, just the way I liked it. I pushed my hips closer to you, grinding against your hand while my hands gripped your ass, pulling you even closer. You gasped, the throbbing between your thigh becoming hard to bear. You needed me inside you. With your trembling hands, you shrugged my pants lower, letting my cock sprung free. Without a second thought, you settled on the desk, tugging me closer to you, and I guided my cock towards the very same soaking wet spot between your legs. I grabbed your chin, lifting your gaze to mine, and I kept it as I slowly slid my rock hard thick veined cock inside your soaking wet pussy, making your whole-body tremble. A crooked smile curled the corner of my mouth as I moved inside and out of you, all the time watching your face. You were flushed, overwhelmed with emotion and pleasure, completely left at my mercy as I fucked you on my desk, first, slow, and steady, later, moving rough and deep, reaching the very end of you. You whimpered and gasped, your thighs warming up as the tension built between your legs. I gripped your hips harder, pushing me into you as I continued with deep rough strides, and I thought I was going to lose my mind. When your pleasure found you, you could barely hold a scream inside your throat. Luckily, I clasped a hand over your mouth, stopping any sound from escaping just in time, as I held you in place while you trembled of the pleasure rolling through you in waves. Once you stilled, I started moving my hips once more, driving my cock deep inside your dripping wet pussy, seeking my own pleasure. But you stopped me, placing a hand over my chest. My eyebrows rose in question as you pushed me backward, but I didn’t argue, falling back into my chair, my cock still hard.

You slid down from the desk, leaving a wet streak behind you, and fell on your knees in front of me and my cock in your mouth. You moaned over my cock, and my eyes rolled back, head leaning on the head of the chair. You licked me up and down, dragging your wet tongue over my length like it was the most delicious thing you’ve ever tasted. Your hand wrapped around my shaft, twisting, and pumping as you worked the very tip, licking and sucking it until it darkened, the veins popping. I pushed my hips up, and you took me all into your mouth, letting the very tip of me tickle the back of your throat, and I moaned. You repeated the gesture once more, my whole-body tensing, and as I spilled inside your mouth, you continued sucking and kissing, the salty taste filling your mouth.

As you finally let me go, straightening your back, your gaze met mine. You licked your lips, and my eyes followed the movement. You smiled and softly dragged a hand over my thigh. I cupped your face into my palm, lazily caressing your cheek with my thumb. This was just the start of my bucket list of fantasies with you.