A Lunchbreak
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“Then I’ll push it in as hard as I can.” The deep, male voice crooned around the office.
She scrambled for her phone as she sat at her desk, the voice of her latest audio fixation drifting over her ears. How had she forgotten to leave her earphone plugged in? Her eyes darted around the office as she clumsily grabbed the device that now seemed too far out of reach.
Two men stood at the side of her desk, one leaning dominantly on the cabinet like he was meant to fill that space. His eyes watched her curiously as she fumbled with her things, focusing on her as he kept up the chatter with his companion.
Grabbing the mobile she jabbed at the home button needing the screen to light up quicker. Her usual picture of her cat sprang to life.
Where was the erotic audio she’d been listening to on the way to work?
She knew his voice anywhere, had listened to him coax her to orgasm at night. Had tortured herself with her favourite vibrator, sobbing in ecstasy until his masculine voice had allowed her to come. How had it been so loud in her ears?
“Is everything alright?” The voice spoke again but from beside her, making everything go off balance. It was as deep and clear as it always was in her earphones when it made her pussy contract like a snake.
“You seem a little upset?”
She turned to face him, to look at the man who stood beside her desk. Tall and broad and so incredibly fuckable, he made her jaw ache from wanting to taste him.
“I thought my phone was on, I heard a familiar voice.”
His eyebrows rose as his eyes dropped. Now he was as intrigued by the device as she had been. He dismissed his friend with promises of emails and conference calls, but all she heard were orders to slip her hands inside her underwear and imagine him pressing on her throbbing clit.
“Might there be something of interest on that?”
His voice dropped an octave, and she felt a trickle of moisture begin to slowly run down her lower lips. Was it him? She had to know.
“Perhaps you should take a look, Superior Orator.”
At the whisper of his username, his eyes sparkled. He dragged his perfect tongue along his shapely top lip, making her want to do the same to his plump lower one.
“That does interest me, Kitten. Maybe we should go elsewhere, I think we need a moment.”
She stood, her knees shaking as she rose to meet him. His hand found her lower back, moving her towards the back stairwell and up towards the meeting rooms.
They did not speak, which was lucky as she could not think of anything to say other than ‘Please’ and ‘I’m coming’. Walking down the last corridor that gave her an escape route, he ushered her towards the smallest office, closing and locking the door at her back.
She heard him pull the blind across the small rectangular window, then all was silent. Neither one spoke, neither one moved. It was the most tense moment she had ever experienced, and the most erotic.
“From now until this door opens you will do exactly as I say. If you do not wish to do that, you may leave now.”
She took in his words, so demanding and sure. Would his hands be the same, his mouth?
“Very well.”
He moved and perched himself on the table in the centre of the room, pulling his phone from out of his trouser pocket and placing it on the edge of the space.
“Have you ever made an audio?”
She shook her head at his question. She never had the nerve to record herself while she played, never imagined anyone would want to hear the moans and sighs that she could not keep contained while his voice played her like a well-tuned instrument.
“Then today will be a first for both of us.”
He stood then, walking towards her, unbuttoning the front of his expensive-looking jacket before shrugging it from his wide shoulders and tossing it over the nearest chair.
“You see, Little One, I’ve never had the pleasure of meeting one of my listeners before, so we are both in for a new experience today.”
Without preamble he moved his hands forwards, unfastening the buttons of her silk blouse, his eyes not leaving hers as he threaded each tiny button until it hung loosely, gaping with each ragged inhalation she took.
Happy with his work, he moved back to the desk, turning on his phone. His fingers hovering over the record button.
“Last chance, Little One?”
His words went in and out quicker than her own breaths, and she gave her consent with a nod of her head. She was going nowhere now unless he took her there. And she was aching all over to find where he would take her.
A red light flickered his mobile to life, and the scene was set. Action audio.
“So, Little One. What did you think was happening when I walked past your desk today? Did you think the man who had wrangled so many orgasms from you would be standing in front of you, getting ready to please you with his tongue and his cock?”
His steps were measured as he moved towards her and rolled his fingers around her upper arms. She went where he led, falling into the office chair as he nudged her backwards.
“I’m going to make you scream so loud that the entire office will hear. I’m going to own that pussy so perfectly wrapped inside that pencil skirt.”
He fell to his knees, his hands on her legs, pushing her skirt up high. The material rubbed the outside of her thigh, the chafe it rubbed over her every nerve ending, sparking something so primal in her belly. She wanted him to grab and squeeze, to take and fuck.
“Have you imagined me here, my face an inch from your damp pussy? Staring directly at your dripping wet underwear?”
He let his hands roam down her inner thigh, pushing her legs wide as he edged his face closer. She could not look away as his tongue darted out and licked the sodden cotton of her panties, sending a shock wave of arousal directly to her clit.
“Mmm, you taste divine. You’re so wet just for me aren’t you baby, so horny for my touch.” His voice was muffled as he rubbed his entire face into her warm centre. “Lift your arse so I can fuck you with my mouth.”
She did as he asked, feeling the material of her knickers peel away from her moist skin, sighing as the cool air of the room assaulted her wet folds.
“Oh yeah baby, you’re glistening for me. I can’t wait to take that gorgeous cunt into my mouth and feel you all over my tongue.”
Without further ado, he set his mouth to her. Sucking on her lips as he dipped his tongue into her soaked channel before dragging his flattened limb all the way to her clit. The groan he gave was filthy, making her clench the chair as her toes curled in her heels.
“That’s right, baby. Let me fuck you, get your wetness all over my mouth and my chin.”
The sounds of their meeting flesh were sordid. His sucks masculine and loud. She cried out as he darted his tongue inside her pussy, gripping his head with her thighs as her climax danced just under the hood of her clit.
“You are so fucking hot, how your body pulls me in while I tongue fuck you.”
She grabbed at his hair, pushing his face in deeper, forcing him to chase the climax that was just out of reach.
Her anguished cry filled the air as he drew his mouth away. His dominant chuckle replaced it. His chin damp and dripping from where he had just feasted.
“I never said you could come like that, Little One. No, no, no. You’ve got my cock hard and aching to get inside you. Dripping to get that wetness all over it.”
He lifted her off her feet before laying her gently on the top of the desk.
“Now I’m going to fill that hungry pussy with my big, thick cock.”
She watched in awe as he slowly unzipped the front of his pants, the zipper straining over the enormous bulge that tented the fabric. He hissed out a curse as the tip surged forward, parting fabric in search of her flesh.
She licked her lips at the bulbous, pink head. Watching it jerk in response to her actions. She could imagine dropping to her own knees, licking the entire thing with the flat of her tongue.
“I see what your eyes are saying baby, but that’s not for now. Today I’m gonna fill you and fuck you until the only word you can remember is yes.”
A shiver ran through her as she tried to look away. He ran a hand up and down his length then, pushing the pre-come to the tip and letting it dribble down slowly. Teasing. Tempting.
“How often have you imagined my cock inside you after listening to my voice? Stroking your g-spot, drawing out your juices as I fuck you?”
He stepped closer, rubbing his thumb over the angry-looking crown, smearing the sticky residue like a second skin. She spread her legs, one shoe dropping to the floor as she opened wider, giving him all the access he required.
“You are so swollen for me. Your pussy pulsing while I’m watching it. I’m going to give it what it wants, what it’s aching for.”
He was there then, right at her core. She could feel the heat of him at her gaping entrance as he rubbed the tip of him through the wetness pooled on her lips and flesh, grazing it almost to her arsehole before sliding back up again. When he met her willing seam, he pushed forward.
“You’re so warm, I can feel you gripping me as I fill you.”
She clung to the edge of the table as he slid in to the hilt, his dark pubic hair meeting her own blonde triangle. He stayed still and close, and she could feel him flexing inside her. She wanted him to move, needed him to thrust, pushing her hips towards him as pleas dripped from her lips.
“I love how you beg for my cock, baby, and since you asked so nicely…”
He pulled back, dragging his impressive girth almost all the way out before lunging forwards, thrusting her back a few inches across the smooth table surface. He repeated the motion, gripping both legs behind her knees as he lowered his head to her chest with a growl.
Seeking out a nipple, he sucked it between his lips, drawing the tight little bud in and out of the wet suction of his mouth in time with the thrusts of his dick. She threw back her head, the phone long forgotten as a loud groan escaped from deep in her chest.
“That’s it, baby. Scream for me. Beg and plead for my giant cock, listen to how wet your cunt is for me. See how much of us is dripping onto the table.”
He thrust harder, the wet sounds getting louder as he increased his speed and changed his angle, hitting her hard and fast on that roughened little ridge on her front wall.
Her orgasm roared to life, no longer hidden and waiting; now clawing and mewling like a rabid beast. His control slipped, his voice growing louder, more frayed as he plunged so fast now that the table shook with their fucking.
“Come for me, Kitten. Come on my cock like a good girl.”
She was powerless to stop her body responding to his demands, her velvety passage gripping him as he enveloped himself in her throbbing heat, spurring her to the edge of her glorious release.
“That’s it. I’m so full of come for you, just aching to coat your cunt with every drop in my balls. Take all of it.”
He drew in a breath that thundered around the room, filling her ears, as the slapping of their skin bounced off the walls. He strangled out a roar as hot come pumped inside her, igniting her own orgasm throughout her body, streaking along her limbs like a bolt of lightning.
It burned white-hot, then exploded into a million tiny pieces, scattering around them, leaving her boneless and quivering, his hands the only thing keeping her upright.
“I bet you never got this messy with me before.” His words were hushed as he spoke them into her neck, his hot breath chilling the sweat-dampened skin there. She shook her head, only just noticing the decadent scent of his aftershave, the spicy hint of something so powerfully male.
They stayed that way for a minute, maybe two, before she noticed the red light still blinking on his mobile.
“I think I will keep this one just between you and me,” he answered as he pulled himself away, the drag of his now softening cock still eliciting a sigh of pleasure from them both.
“I think I’ll call this one ‘working lunch’,” he said as he tucked his beautiful manhood back inside his trousers, hiding it from her view and leaving her a little bereaved.
He caught her gaze as he refastened his tie, tucking his now creased shirt back into the waist of his trousers. He quickly stepped forwards placing a brazen kiss to her parted lips, “And I think I’d like to schedule another in for next Tuesday. Do you think you could make it?”
Pushing a stray hair behind her ear, she could not stop the smile that painted her now tingling lips.
“Yes sir, I think I can fit you in.”
With a smirk and a nod, he unlocked the door, stepping over the threshold.
“Make sure you do, and Little one. Next time I want no underwear.”
Her core clenched as she watched him leave, her heart rate finally going back to normal. She needed to get back to her desk and organise the meeting for next week, realising she would never frown at the words ‘working lunch’ again.
Jane
- 09.07.2021
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