Liaison at Work - My Turn

It's been an awful day at work—nothing's gone right, I've decided my clients are out to kill me, and I'm ready to crawl up anyone's ass that looks crosswise at me. I've shut my door, ordered my assistant to screen all calls and visitors, and am just pounding away at everything covering my desk. I have a dinner meeting in a few hours, and I know it will be a long night.

My heels are kicked off under my desk, the rock music is going pretty loudly, and I'm working away when you text me:

Why so quiet, baby?

I growl at the phone and hammer out a text that lets you know exactly how bad my day's been. Instead of the instant soothing text I expect, I get nothing. I growl again and throw my phone to my desk. Fine.

I work for another hour before my phone buzzes with a call from my assistant, who is rightly hesitant to announce a visitor. She's ready for me to bite her head off, and I'm considering it.

Until she says your name.

I breathe deeply—this is so unusual, for you to be here—and stifle the urge to check my hair or makeup. There's no point. I've been pulling at my hair all day, and god only knows if I have anything left on my face. You've seen me worse, and will see me better. I am what I am.

My pussy is tingling at the thought of you here.

I put my stilettos back on and go out and greet you, trying to smile and be nice. My assistant is watching us warily, wondering—I'm sure—if I'm going to order you out like I have everyone else. Since her desk is so close to my office, I suggest she go down the hall and work on some things in the copy room. She takes my suggestion with unseemly haste and escapes.

I pull you into my office, and you immediately take me in your arms. For a minute, I just stand there, enjoying the feeling, but then pull back. Why are you here?—I ask, and you smile at me.

Your fucktoy is here to service you—you say, and my breath catches.

Then you take my hand and pull me to my desk, pushing back a pile of papers on the end. I stop before I say something sharp about the pile and your arrogance, then realize what you're doing as you begin to reach up under my skirt. Wait—I start to say, ready to push you and what I think you're doing aside.

No—you say, and begin to pull my panties down. My pussy continues to tingle, and now it's throbbing. I step out of them, and you watch me as you hold them up to your face. Mmmm—you say as you inhale deeply, and as always, your kink gets me hotter. You drop them to the desk, and then begin to hike my skirt up to my hips, and I have to try not to pant as my breathing gets faster. We've never done this at my office, even though we christened yours recently.

I have no lock on my door.

You push me further onto the desk and I sit on the edge precariously, my weight on my hands behind me, and you spread my legs apart, my pussy open and gaping, waiting for you. You kneel on the Persian rug and lightly rub your face on the soft skin of my inner thighs; my clit joins my pussy's party and begins to throb heavily as you kiss and nibble your way up.

It's less than a minute before the tip of your tongue touches me, but it feels like I've waited hours until I feel the pointed end of your tongue flick my clit. You stay there for a while, and I'm about ready to cum when you pull back and begin to suck my pussy lips into your mouth, sending me over the edge. As my cunt clenches, you begin to fuck my hole with your tongue. I hold back my moans but can't hold back my panting breaths, and even with the music going, they sound so loud in the office.

Outside my door, I hear people walking by, talking, but they know better than to come in if the door is shut and loud music is going—thank god. But the presence of people a few feet away while you kneel between my legs is so risky, so taboo, that I keep cumming, my heart pounding, and I lean forward to pull your head into me, my thighs wrapping around your head as I fold onto you for balance.

You're now licking me with the flat of your tongue, top to bottom, drinking my juices, your tongue flicking into my pussy, and now into my ass, my hips are moving, fucking your mouth, my thighs squeezing your head unmercifully, your hands clenching my ass tightly, and I'm cumming continuously as I clench you to me, my nails scraping your scalp as I grip your hair. I'm on the edge of the desk and the edge of ecstasy, and all that's holding me up is you.

My shuddering orgasm finally subsides, and your licking and sucking gentles as I come down. I put my hands behind me on the desk again and rest my weight on them, watching your head bobbing between my thighs, and—rather than feeling satiated—I am aroused even more. I want more than just your tongue in me.

I put my hand on your face, and you look up at me.

Are you...?—I start to ask, pretty sure I know the answer.

As a fucking rock—you answer me, and stand up. I can see the ridge of your cock beneath your dress pants, hard and rigid, and my cunt gets even wetter. I stand and kiss you, loving the taste of my pussy on your lips, and then turn around facing the desk.

When I bend over the desk, presenting myself for you, I hear you exhale deeply, and then upzip your pants. I wait breathlessly for a few seconds, then I feel the head of your cock at my tingling, throbbing pussy lips. For a moment, you pause there, and then your cock plunges all the way in, bottoming out in my cunt, and you bend over me to put your mouth at my ear.

That what you wanted?—you ask me, and I can only answer with a low laugh and moan as you slowly ease out then thrust back in. Here to please—you say with a low laugh.

You start to move faster, thrusting inside me, your cock perfect for my cunt at this angle, rubbing over spots and ridges inside me as you piston in and out. I can feel my juices oozing out of my pussy as you fuck me, and I begin to cum as quietly as I can. The desk is starting to move across the carpet with the power of your thrusts, and my breasts are pressed into the hard wood, but I don't care. I can barely breathe with how aroused I am.

I can hear you breathing faster and faster, harder and harder—just like the thrusts in my pussy—and I know you're getting close. At this moment, there is nothing I want more than to feel you explode in my cunt. I know my pussy is clenching you, but I add to it, the muscles in the walls of my cunt squeezing your cock hard, and you groan as they milk you. Your cock reacts with explosive squirts of cum inside me, liquid white heat, and I cum with you, my cunt milking you and sucking you further up inside me.

You lean down on me, resting yourself for a minute, and I take a moment to say—That's what I wanted, babyboy, now do it again—and you laugh, a little breathlessly, and then stroke your still hard cock in and out of me again, sending little streams of our cum down my bare legs.

How's that bad day now?—you ask me, and I laugh, spreading my legs a little farther to accommodate you.

What bad day?