Extra Hours at Workplace
Ann was a woman with a unique aura surrounding her. She was confident, solid, and independent. I observed her stride towards me, her high heels clicking softly on the linoleum. I focused on the sound of her heels hitting the ground and the humming of the fluorescent lights above. My head was in turmoil, but it was morbidly thrilling. I wished to snap her, make her plead for my assistance. Watching her tears roll down her cheeks as she submitted to me. That's how I loved her- with her ass in the air, her pussy aching and bruised from the forceful penetration.
"Hey Ann, how's your day going?" I inquired as she approached me. Ann stole a glimpse at me seated at my desk and offered a smile.
"Good day, K."
Our interaction was brief. It frustrated me, but I tried to conceal it. The longing in my eyes, the hunger surging through my veins, wasn't something I wanted to reveal. I focused on observing Ann's hips sway as she strolled away, mulling the thought of inviting her out on a date. My afternoon seemed endless, the clock ticking infernally slowly. I couldn't wait to depart from the office and those fluorescent lights.
"Ann noticed that K seemed out of sorts today. I wished her a good day but the usual enthusiasm wasn't present." Ann pondered as she tapped her pen on her desk.
She concentrated on her laptop, where the cursor cursor darted over her workspace. She was, after all, expected to work. But her heated desire could not be quelled. Images of my strong hands gripping her throat and hair flashed through her mind, clouding any attempt to concentrate on her tasks. Her panties were soaked with excitement. Her uterus throbbed insistently. 5:00 p.m. was almost here. Thank God, she thought, since her soaked panties wouldn't stay hidden much longer. Ann rose to straighten her back and glance over at me.
She took in the images of my waves of dark curls fanned out over my straight, toned back. She noticed her reflection in the smooth curve of my shoulder, a casual reverie. A sigh escaped her lips, allowing her mind to float towards thoughts of our intimate encounters.
Five o'clock finally came. I acknowledged this, counting my colleagues' hasty retreat from the office. My confusion swiftly abated as I contemplated my next words.
"Ann, I was surprised to observe you remaining at your desk," I said in a dispassionate manner. Her head immediately swiveled in my direction.
"Were you?" Her head snapped in my direction, and her eyes met mine.
"MS, you caught me off guard." My backpack's strap was jittery in my hands, trying to appear collected.
My back was turned to Ann, but I could feel her scrutiny fall on my face.
I swiftly reassured myself and started packing up my belongings vigiliantly. I had no intention of allowing her to glimpse the heated blush rising on my cheeks. The dampness between my thighs was undeniable, making concealing my inner thoughts impossible. Ann, apparently, paid no attention to my reaction. She walked over to me; her curvy form accentuated by her tight black skirt and sleek white blouse. Every motion oozed with confidence. I couldn't find words to convey my awe.
Her hands wandered to mine, clasping them gently. The contact was delicate and calming. I averted my eyes, unable to stand the intensity of her countenance. I turned back to my carton to dissemble the contents in it, purposefully taking my time. I dreaded her noticing how florid my cheeks were.
Ann, unburdened by my discomfort, fittingly drove my boundless desire for her forward. She placed herself on my desktop, urging me to sit. I found myself yielding under her touch, finding myself being positioned on my desk. She cradled me, her hands roaming under my shirt. It was shocking at first, the cold touch of her flesh on mine, but relief also flooded through me. Her long fingers explored the taut musculature of my stomach. My breasts, bathed in the light of the dim emergency lights, were on full display. Guided by her warmth, she cupped my chest.
I felt Bill's strong hands against me. I was unable to remove the bashful flush spreading across my face, and she reacted immediately, drawing near to kiss me. Her soft tongue swirled within my mouth, as I succumbed to her embrace. Her hands traveled via the waistband of my trousers. I felt her tightening her grip on me, pressing her fingers through the material of my shirt. Arousal shot through me as she focused on the creamy mounds of my flesh, my erect nipples eagerly waiting for her to pinch them. Ann's unusual gesture of cupping my breasts startled me.
The tension became unbearable, but I couldn't stop it. Ann impetuously leaned closer and whispered, "K, please bed me here and now." She used her grasp to ensure I'd remain.
Am I to refuse her the pleasure she craves desperately? I stand and grip her strong hips, rotating her body to face me. Her backside landed on the desk. I'm not planning to be gentle with her. Absolutely not. I understood that she desired more than just ordinary workplace sex. Ann craved degradation, her body used for my satisfaction, her mind and psyche warped for my amusement. Surprise flashed across her features as I unfastened the button on the back of her top and yanked it off roughly. Without giving her time to lift her arms in response.
She sat opposite me, chest uncovered and exposed. I leaned down to kiss her neck, pressing it into my mouth softly. My teeth gently grazed her skin but didn't bite down. I alternated between sucking and kissing her for a bit. Her neck and chest, her beautifully sculpted shoulders. Leaving little bite marks along the way. Ann quivered involuntarily, letting the waves of pleasure wash over her as she melted into me. Hands tugging at my shirt again. Begging for me to remove it. Slowly stripping, I discarded it.
Watching her take in my skin and muscle. Her gaze reached up to my breasts. I leaned forward again and handed her one to garner in her mouth. A hand on the back of her head, pushing her face into me. She moaned furiously as she consumed me. My nipple stiffened against her lips and tongue. Her instinctive motion to suck kicked in. As if she's a greedy whore.
Her hair tangled in my fingers, I pushed her to the other one. Letting her heated breath send shivers through me. Moaning loudly into the empty space. Letting our sins coat the air with heavy desire. When her lovely mouth freed my now hurting nipples, I let her find her way to her knees. Slender fingers undoing the button on my trousers. In one swift move, removing my pants and underwear. Her eager tongue found the silky skin of my clit through my bush.
She dived in deeply. Breathing in my scent, relishing the soft hair tickling her face. I lay on her, feeling the growing heat in my stomach. I couldn't believe I was already so near climax.
"Ann, go slowly. I don't want to cum yet" I begged.
A whisper from the effort of holding myself back. From the need for dominance, not to give in. Of course, she granted my request by widening my legs further. A finger penetrated me, teasing me deliberately. Only the tip of it, probing me. Letting the muscles clench and relax around her width, as I pressed into her finger for more. Meeting with little chuckles. Emitting vibrations in my pussy, making it even more challenging to avoid climax. This angered me, being controlled in this manner. I forced her face into my wet pussy.
"Protrude your tongue and leave it out." I didn't ask or suggest now.
She complied. Opening her mouth wider and extending her tongue out. I perched over her and slowed my movements. Not moving. Her jaw began to hurt from the strain of keeping up with my body slapping into her face. A frowning glare at my request. Inconsistent emotions rolled over her face. A mix of desperation and fear. I started to buck my hips, smooth clit and pussy grinding on her tongue. Cum and saliva starting to trickle down her chin. The red lights glistened on her face, making it radiate with seductive lust. Sliding down her bare chest and prominent breasts. Ann stammered something inaudible as I fucked her face.
"What was that love?" I enquired playfully.
"Obedient sluts don't get to ask questions, only use their innate skills. This one happens to be yours, Ann."
I watched beads of tears form in the corners of her eyes, as she struggled to maintain her pace. She slumped back, slightly disappointed.
"Lay down my love, I want to ride your face correctly." I was momentarily surprised by her submission.
"My breathing becomes restricted, K, please. Be delicate with me"
Ann's tone transformed, filled with raw lust and unease. She obeyed, despite her pleas. Long body stretched out on the floor for me. I was momentarily taken back by her once more. A combination of desire and... indifference? I wasn't sure where or why, but it was there. I stood over her and allowed her to take me in. Observing the length of my legs and noting her longing to please me. Her mouth watering at the prospect of being able to properly taste me.
I slowly lowered my wet lips towards hers. Allowing them to tease her a little. "Open your mouth for me, Ann. You've done so well, so far. Good girl" Little bitch
My compliments sent her into tiny spasms. Her hips thrust up slightly. Knuckles were pale from her tightly clenched fists on the floor. I knew she wanted to climax too, but I was going to get what I craved first. I leaned my body weight onto her, grinding my pussy against her mouth as she moaned. Letting her inhale through narrowed breaths in between my grinds. Thrusting myself forward, knees digging into the coarse carpet. My entire body began to tremble over her. Her tongue darted in and out of my opening and then darted back up to my clit.
"F*ck me more, my darling, please don't stop"
My urgency echoed in my voice as I pulled back ever so slightly to let Ann breathe. This helped her regain control over my clit. Slinking it in and flicking her tongue from side to side each time. My thighs started shaking, and balancing myself was a challenge. Knees on edge from the load. Ann's hands met my hips as she brought my lower half closer down into her mouth again. Eagerly sucking me in and nibbling gently. I felt my climax approaching at that point.
A wet, dirty mess. Both of us. Her chin coated in my honey. I was so close, and I couldn't restrain myself anymore. Loaded cries of pleasure burst from my lips as I brutishly thrust my hips against Anne's mouth. Letting out curses to unconventional deities before collapsing on her side. I stayed there shaking for a moment. Her hands wrapped around me. Hugging me up against her to lie close to her for a few minutes.
"Did I meet your expectations?" Anne whispered barely audibly.
Her fingers caressing me in small circles.
"Yes, my sweetheart. You performed brilliantly. You've been such an obedient girl for me." The words lingered in the air, as she absorbed them.
I could feel her respiration quickening as she caressed her clit behind me. I allowed her to reach her climax while still leaning on her. Flipping over and slowly sucking on her nipples. Kissing her chest and throat until I reached her lips. Fluids from my sex combined with hers swirled between our tongues, as they intertwined. My fingers probed her alring her, lulling her with soft, rhythmic presses. Feeling her heart throb. She climaxed softly while we cuddled. Her body finally willing to relax. Exhausted sighs and soft murmurs reaching my ears. The most melodic symphony ever.
We sat up sniggering, astonished at how ecstatic we both were, soaking in aftermath of events. A sticky pool congealed under us. "We need to leave now."
"Next week, why don't we try a mattress for a change?" I tossed out casually.
However, Anne was already upright and gearing up. Her skirt was already lowered down to her waistbele. I watched as she dressed entirely and began assembling her things.
"Okay, we'll talk soon, K. Thank you for this."
She walked off, emergency lights highlighting her body for my last visual, her high-heeled footsteps clacking rhythmically down the corridor.
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