Greg's Secret FetishbySouthernSeductress©
Greg stood at the counter in the office break room sipping his coffee and watching the pert ass in front of him jiggle from side to side. Rose had her head buried in the office fridge, searching for her carton of yogurt that she had brought in earlier that day. She brushed aside a rather old looking bologna sandwich, and a carton of milk, and with an exasperated sigh, turned to glare at Greg.
“I swear I just don’t know what the people in this office think they are doing stealing other people’s lunch. Now what am I supposed to eat?”
Greg almost choked on his coffee.
“I know what you can eat.” He said rather plainly. Rose looked at him sharply, not missing the sexual innuendo.
“What did you have in mind?” Rose tossed back a lock of curly red hair, and her brown eyes twinkled. She liked Greg. They had known each other for several years, and even last year at the Christmas party they had danced and kissed rather passionately.
“Well, Rose my dear,” He set down his cup of coffee and edged towards her, placing a hand on either side of her head, and onto the door of the fridge. For a split second, Rose felt her stomach jump, and she stared up at him, entranced by his sad puppy dog eyes. Then, Greg was pulling open the door of the fridge and reaching in to pull out a paper sack. Rose breathed a sigh of relief, or was it disappointment?
“I happen to have here, some leftover Chinese food that I had last night. You can share….with me.”
Rose leaned up and pecked him on the cheek, breaking the sexual tension.
“You’re so sweet.”
Together, they sat down and munched on the Chinese food. Greg studied her mouth as she bit into the sweet and sour chicken. She had a small rosebud mouth, hence her name, and he couldn’t help but imagine how it would look wrapped around his member. Greg felt himself growing hard, and tried his best to calm himself. He remembered last Christmas, when they had both been a little drunk, and he had kissed her. She had responded well, and in the heat of the moment, pressed her breasts against him until he ground his hips into hers.
“What are you doing this weekend, Greg?”
Rose had really only meant to have polite discussion, but when Greg mentioned that he had nothing important to do that Friday night, she went with her judgment and asked him over for dinner.
“Sure, “Greg said, a little surprised. “What will we be having?”
He had this momentary vision of Rose on a silver platter, naked with a red apple in her mouth, and almost laughed out loud.
“How about some good old southern cooking? I bet you haven’t had a good meal in a long time.”
Greg did laugh then, because it was true.
“No, I haven’t. How about seven?”
Friday soon edged around, and while at the office all day, Rose had to admit that she couldn’t keep her mind off of Greg. When he walked past her office several times during the day and smiled at her, and she felt her insides tingle. Never before had she had a second thought about him in a sexual way, but now it was all that she could think about. She imagined him mounting her, driving her wild as he pounded into her. Once, she had to get up and go to the restroom to splash water on her face. Rose came to the conclusion that it must be because she hadn’t been with a man in so long. It had been three months since her last relationship, and her last sexual encounter. It was about time, she thought, and it was then that she decided she wanted to sleep with him.
Rose got home a little after four that afternoon, and after a long bubble bath, she emerged from the steamy little bathroom, and wandered into her closet, trying to decide what to wear. She decided that it was too causal for slacks, and after laying out jeans and a dark green sweater that emphasized her red hair, she made her way to the kitchen to prepare her feast.
Rose was a southerner, born and bred in Georgia, and she loved southern food, but she rarely had time to cook. For the next hour she floured and fried chicken, mashed potatoes made delicious thick brown gravy and rolled out biscuits. With the food warming in the oven, and it only thirty minutes until seven, she raced into the bedroom to dress, and freshen up the house.
Rose changed the sheets on her bed, replacing the plain white ones with dark green silk ones, and added a few candles on her nightstand. She didn’t want it to look planned. She had barely finished applying her red lipstick when the doorbell rang. For the first time that night she felt butterflies in her stomach as she made her way to open the door.
Greg looked great, dressed in jeans as well, and a dark gray shirt. His brown hair was combed and she could smell his cologne, sort of sporty and musky at the same time. The next thirty minutes went by fast, with laughter and jokes of work made while they dined.
“I have a confession to make, Rose.” Greg said all of a sudden.
Rose smiled at him, suddenly very nervous.
“This is the best gravy that I have ever tasted in my life. And I love gravy, so I’ve tasted more than just a few.”
Rose laughed, at ease again. That was what she loved about Greg. He made her feel at ease. Without realizing it, she stretched her feet underneath the table, and brushed her toes over his. They were both bare except for socks, and Rose felt a tingle in her gut. She tried to ignore it, and licked the chicken grease from her fingers. Greg’s eyes were fastened to her small mouth again. He had that glimpse again, of her between his legs, and felt himself getting hard.
Rose realized that she had lowered her voice to southerly sexy, and felt her nipples tighten beneath her sweater. Greg noticed, and lifted his eyebrows, aware that she was turned on. He had never really thought of Rose in a sexual way before, but now that they were here, and were both aroused, he saw no problem in letting things go a little farther.
Rose stood and made her way around the table, lowering herself into his lap. Greg was a bit surprised at her brazenness, but wrapped his arms around her middle nonetheless. Rose kissed him fully on the mouth, slipping her tongue inside his warmth, pressing her body against his chest. Greg kissed her back eagerly, letting his hands slip underneath her sweater to caress her breasts. They were a bit small, but soft and the nipples lush. He rolled their tips between his thumb and forefinger making her moans softly in his ear.
“Are you sure about this, Rose?”
Rose was touched that he would ask, and her answer to him was straddling his body, and ripping her sweater off. Greg sucked in his breath, and then feasted eagerly on her exposed body. Rose moaned loudly, reaching down to press his face into her chest. She could feel her panties beginning to get soaked, and knew that she wanted him inside her soon.
Greg licked and pulled at her hard tips, stretching them out as far as they would go. Rose gasped when he latched onto one, biting it hard. It was apparent that he had a thing for women’s breasts; not that she didn’t mind. She was so hot at the moment; she squirmed on his lap, feeling his cock press against her. He was well endowed, if she did say so. She couldn’t wait to see just how endowed he really was.
Greg worked on her nipples, and then, he smiled devilishly, and pulled his head back. Rose’s face was flushed, and she watched with half slitted eyes as he reached behind her and grabbed hold of the small gravy boat. Rose realized what he was going to do, and before she could protest, he was pouring the thick gravy across her breasts. It was still very warm, and Rose couldn’t help but yelp when it connected with her sensitive nipples. Greg stared at her, her beautiful body covered with gravy, and he knew that he should have told her about his food fetish, but there wasn’t time for that now.
He licked the gravy slowly off her body, swirling his tongue over her nipples, licking the undersides of her breasts in a torturous way. He took her breast deep into his mouth, and Rose shuddered right then and there as she came in his lap, jerking her body tensely. Greg chuckled deep in his throat as he licked the rest of the gravy from her chest.
“Oh wow! I was not expecting that. “
“Yes, I didn’t guess that you were. You are so erotic. Let me have you.”
He lifted her into his arms and carried her to the bedroom placing her down on the bed, and then sliding on top of her. The next few moments went by in a blur. Somehow they were undressed, and Rose got her strength back. She pushed him onto his back, and slid down his chest, licking at his nipples until they were as hard as his own. Then she took him into her mouth, and he was large, so large that she had trouble swallowing all of him. But he moaned, and it made her hornier than she had ever been in her life, and she went wild on him, suckling and licking at his cock with a hurriedness that shocked her.
Greg dug his hands into her hair, his head thrown back as she swallowed all of him deep into her throat. There she was that small red rosebud mouth latched onto him, sucking him dry. He could feel himself getting closer, and he tried to hold back, but every time he looked at her she sent him over the edge again. He couldn’t stop watching her as she ran her hands over his thighs, then reached down and cupped his balls in her palm. He moaned again, and she stared up at him with her brown eyes, those red ringlets falling down around his cock, caressing him even more.
Greg came then, felt it shooting up his length, and then she was licking it from her lips, and from the head of his dick, smiling at him as he shuddered. She was a picture with his cum hanging from her lips, and her kitten tongue darting out to catch every last drop.
He snatched her up, and she sank down on him, wincing a bit as his largeness. Greg went easy with her, because he knew that he was big, and then she was moaning and shoving her body down on him, shuddering. Rose took all of him deep inside her, gasping at the feeling. He was still so rock hard that she couldn’t believe it. He pounded up at her, rising up on his elbows, his mouth seeking her nipples once more. Rose rode him like a starved woman, her red curls falling around her naked body, and her eyes closed as she concentrated. Greg felt the wetness of her pussy around him, clenching him like a fist, milking him for every last drop. He saw her in front of him, like some southern goddess, with pale skin that was flushed from her last orgasm. He thought at that moment that he might be in love with her, but he wasn’t sure.
All that he was sure of was that he wanted to cum deep inside her, and hear her scream as she let herself go. He worked toward that, pulling her body down onto him hard, and she did scream with pleasure, and rode him harder than before. Greg took a breast in each hand and gripped them hard as he felt her tighten around him. He almost came then when she cried out his name, and bounced on him, her hair flinging and her chest heaving.
Greg moaned out her name from between gritted teeth. Rose came then, screaming so loud he felt his eardrums bulge. He felt her juices run down onto his balls, and then he was heaving up one last time, and they came together, a mass of limbs and harsh breath.
Rose gripped him hard, and then melted around him. She slid off his sweat soaked body and lay next to him. They were quiet for the next few minutes, and then Greg positioned himself up on his elbow to stare at her body. Rose ran her hands over her hot and sticky body, and with an evil grin, slid her fingers between her thighs to play with her pussy in front of him. She pulled at her clit, feeling her juices and his cum mix between her legs again, and watched his pupils dilate.
Greg couldn’t believe that she was playing with her pussy in front of him. He knew that he wouldn’t be able to go again for a while, but he did content himself to play with her breasts. He tweaked her nipples and grinned at her.
“You’re a sex kitten, do you know that?”
Rose grinned back at him, and continued to play with herself. She knew that he wouldn’t be going home that night, and she couldn’t help but wonder what else he had in store for her.
“I’m your sex kitten though, Greg. I crave it.”
Greg’s eyes almost crossed as she urged herself into another orgasm, this time staring at him the whole time though her cries.