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Danielle at the Office ? by: CDDanielle
Daniel ended his work day like any other; tired, bored and longing for
sexual action as Danielle. It was three months since Danielle's first
meeting and many a night she'd dress as sexy as she could and masturbated
to magnificent heights, all the while moaning Shawn's name. Just the mere
thought of him and the slightest recollection of what they did, stirred
Danielle's she-cock into a raging frenzy. Sure she chatted more with
Shawn, but because of his work schedule, they were unable to pull off
another meeting. Sure she still played online; there were many guys she
chatted with that brought her to a wonderful climax. But Shawn was
different, he was her first.
He stood next to his car, still in the parking lot of where he worked. He
smiled to himself, pulled out his cell phone and dialed a number. A few
rings later, it was answered by an oriental-speaking woman.
"May I speak to Mr. Richards, please?"
With a pleasant affirmative, the line clicked and soft music came through
the phone. Moments later, a man's voice came through.
"Shawn Richards, may I help you?"
"Hi...its, um...its Danielle."
"Hi, babe, how are you?"
Nervous. Butterflies were all around inside.
"I'm ok...would I be able to stop by and see you?"
"Yes! The office is empty by 7, so come by then. Do you need directions?"
"Yes, I don't have them with me."
Shawn spelled out which routes to take and which lefts and rights to
make. Disconnecting the connection, Daniel got into his car and made his
way out of the parking lot, onto the avenue.
* * *
An hour later, Daniel pulled into the parking lot outside a large,
warehouse-type building. It was big, rectangular and brown. The only
thing that gave the building any color were the tinted windows that lined
the walls, eight feet from the ground. It was the only row of windows in
the building, running the complete length. Daniel pulled outside the set
of glass doors that read '47 Industrial Blvd.' and waited for Shawn to
come out, as he instructed.
After a few minutes of sitting in the car and trembling from the
nervousness and the winter chill, he saw Shawn emerge from the building
and gesture for Daniel to follow.
Once inside the lobby, Shawn locked the large glass door and pointed the
way to his office.
"You can change in here," he said, excusing himself to the restroom.
In a matter of minutes, Danielle checked herself out in Shawn's small
mirror behind the office door. She was dressed very sexily in a short red
satin nightie, matching panties, rust-colored thigh highs and white 5-
inch high heel sandals. The panties were a bit small as her hardening
clitty made her aware of her arousal. Also adding to her excitement was
the fact that she was so nervous because this was the first time she
truly dressed somewhere outside her house. Sure, she'd gone for a ride
with Shawn a few months back and even fooled around in a darkened park.
But this was an office building. If any of the workers or Shawn's boss
returned, she wouldn't know what to do.
A knock on the door took her away from such worrisome thoughts. She
opened the door and Shawn came in, closing the door behind him. He
approached Danielle and slipped his hands around her waist and drew her
to him. She reached up and put her arms around his shoulders. They drew
close, Shawn rubbing the front of his pants on a silky, nylon-covered
thigh. She leaned forward and brushed her lips against his. For many
minutes Shawn rubbed as Danielle gave him soft, wispy kisses.
Feeling the need to do more, Danielle broke the embrace and led Shawn to
the high-backed chair behind his desk. Sitting him down, she perched
herself on the edge of his desk, taking the posture of a hot-to-trot
secretary. He reached forward and began caressing her thighs,
occasionally brushing his fingers against the front of her panties. He
alternated from one thigh to the other, rubbing, caressing, and inhaling
her sweet scent that emanated from her thigh highs.
"You smell incredibly sexy," he groaned huskily.
"Thank you, love. I always lightly scent my lingerie. I find that it
highly increases the level of arousal, at least for me," she said,
blushing.
And she was right. Shawn happened to glance at the front of her panties
and saw a dark red spot, meaning that she had been leaking precum for
quite some time.
"What is your perfume called, Babe?"
"Ciara," she whispered.
"Magnificent."
Shawn continued to caress Danielle's thighs, then moving down her legs,
kissing and nibbling along the way. Next came her ankles, with kisses
being traced along each ankle strap, then over her arches and around
underneath to her insteps, as far as he could reach with his kisses. As
Shawn worshipped one of her feet and toes, Danielle took the other and
rubbed the huge, hard bulge that was in his pants. He changed from one
foot to the other, then took one and began to unbuckle one of Danielle's
heels. A gentle hand stopped him.
"Uh uh, love. I can only suck your cock if I'm wearing my heels," she
said slyly.
He moaned and sat back in his chair as Danielle lowered herself to her
knees, between Shawn's legs. She reached up and seductively unbuckled his
belt and unsnapped his pants.
"If you want me to be your suck slut, I have to be properly dressed in
order to have this in my mouth," she said, pulling out his hard cock from
his boxers.
"Oo, yes, Danielle, suck it for me, Baby."
This was what she wanted. This is what she'll always want. She may not be
good at deep-throating, but she loved having a hard cock to play with and
to suck. She knew that they only had a short time left together and that
all she'd be able to do was give him a blowjob, but she didn't want him
to cum too quick. So instead of sucking him right off, she brought her
face to his cock and pressed it against her mouth, nose and up to her
forehead, his balls at her chin.
She breathed deeply and was so aroused by his scent that she almost shot
her cum in her panties. But she held herself off and stuck her tongue
out. Her tongue was molten hot, as she could tell by the way Shawn jerked
his cock, but his cock was hotter. Danielle trailed the tip of her wet
tongue up the underside of his cock, tracing the few bumps and ridges
that were there. She reached the tip and found a small drop of his
precum. She gathered the fluid on her fingertip and, looking seductively
into Shawn's eyes, rubbed the precum all over her lips.
"Oh my God," he moaned.
She didn't want to keep him waiting too long, even though she was turning
him on greatly, so she put her precum-coated lips at the base of his
cock. Placing a series of wet lip-kisses along the underside and then up
and down each side of his beautiful rock-hard cock. Sitting back briefly
on her heels, she gripped his cock mid-way and pulled gently upward. A
stream of precum oozed out of the top of the head and down onto her
fingers. As she pulled her fingers away, a thread of fluid connected her
fingers to his cock. It finally broke as she brought her fingers to her
lips. Sticking her tongue out sensually, she lapped up as much of the
precum as she could.
"C'mon, slut, suck my cock."
"Stand up, love."
Shawn stood up and let his pants and boxers drop to his ankles. Danielle
shifted her position and sat on the floor, placing the soles of her heels
together and tucking them as close to her body as she could. She pulled
down the front of her panties and stroked herself, feeling the slickness
from all the precum that leaked into her satin panties.
"Come on you whore, get your mouth on my cock. I got a big load of cum
for you."
Moaning at Shawn's hot talk, she wasted no more time putting his cock in
her mouth. It was at that moment she decided that this is where she
wanted to be when she was with a man; on the floor at her guy's feet, his
cock, hot and hard, in her mouth.
"That's it, slut. Work that tongue."
Danielle listened intently to him and rubbed her tongue all over the head
and paid special attention to underneath, just where the crown starts,
the most sensitive spot on any cock.
"You want my cum, whore?"
She moaned a 'yes' as best she could as she nodded. He was turning her on
immensely, both with his cock and with his sweet voice, by calling her
'slut' and 'whore'. She stroked furiously, precum dripping on her feet,
heels and the floor. Although Shawn had not cum yet, she could feel and
taste his sweet precum leaking from the head. She bobbed her head up and
down on his love as she jerked her own.
"You're so good to me, Danielle. I love your slut mouth. I want you to be
my cum whore forever."
His breathing was at a point now where he wouldn't be able to say much
more. She put everything she had into satisfying his cock, his soul. She
was in heaven; she wanted to be a cum whore, a suck slut, but not just
for Shawn, for any man that would have her at his feet, with his cock
ready.
"Ooo," he groaned.
Danielle reached up with her left hand and gently stroked behind his
tight balls as she felt the head grow bigger and hotter.
"Get ready baby, here it comes!"
She cupped his balls and felt them tighten up into his body. He breathed
in sharply as the head of his cock pulsated and then Danielle felt the
first spurt of cum erupt in her wanting mouth. She pushed her mouth
further down onto his cock and felt another jet of sperm pump over her
tongue. She then stopped breathing and began spurting cum of her own all
over her feet and heels.
"That's it, slut, cum for me. Swallow my cum, whore."
He spurted, she swallowed and spurted.
He spurted more, she swallowed every drop and milked her clitty on her
stockinged feet.
He slowly pulled his cock out of her mouth and fell back into his chair,
his legs too weak to stand the weight. As he did so, his last, small
spurt of cum dripped out onto her lips and like the cum slut she was,
smeared and spread it all over her lips.
"You're the best, baby," he said.
"Thank you," she panted, blushing.
They both sat there, panting, catching their breaths, coming back down
from one of the best sexual highs either of them had ever experienced.
"I have to go, babe."
"I know," she said. "I wish we could have gone all the way again this
time, but this was great."
"You best get dressed, unless you're going home like that," he winked.
She blushed again and began to undress.
End of Adventure #2. :)
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