My Bookkeeper

"Aw, noooo, pleeeeeeze!" she laughed. I don't need to know, just treat me! C'mon! Pleeeeeeze!"

I chuckled again. "OK, just listen carefully for a second, I'm serious. I'm going to do something next that I hope is going to make you feel like you want to pee."

Her smile faded almost instantly, and she noticeably stiffened.

"No, no, Michelle, no, I'm not into that, don't worry." I pulled her to me a little tighter, reminding her of the pleasure in my hands. "Just listen. I'm going to work at your g-spot -- you know about that, right? I'm going to try to give you a mind-blowing orgasm. A lot of women feel like they're going to pee when they are being rubbed in that area, and so they hold back, and they never GET the orgasm. OK? I want you to trust me, Michelle, will you do that? I want you to let go. You won't pee, I promise you, you won't pee. You may squirt, and blow your mind, but you won't be peeing. Just let go. OK?"

I gripped her hard as her nervousness continued playing through her face, but then I saw it soften again.

"OK, doctor." Her voice was soft, and low, but warm with her affection for me. She wasn't completely sure, but she did trust me. She was willing to try to blast off. I really loved taking women into orbit.

I returned to my knowing finger-dancing back and forth along her slick center, swirling and flicking and squeezing her most sensitive spots, and within a few minutes she was again writhing against me, eyes rolling, again panting and hissing as I flicked against her button, again pushing back against me and pulling herself into me. I curled my middle finger still more, added my index finger, and slid the two of them gently inside her. There wasn't a trace of friction; I could not remember ever being with a woman so well-lubricated. I hooked my fingers into the spongy tissue of her g-spot and began to work in earnest.

She hesitated momentarily at the new sensations, but as I gently increased the pressure on my fingers hooked inside her, and began working the fleshy part of my palm firmly against her sensitive nub, her eyelids fluttered and her eyes rolled far back. In another moment or two she sucked breath in, and in, and in, and then stopped breathing for long seconds before gasping out raggedly, then sucking in again. She became ram-rod stiff in my arms, pushing up on her toes, nearly pushing me backwards, as I increased pressure still more and also began closing my fingers rhythmically on her nipple, squeezing it and then releasing it, flicking it lightly, and then squeezing it again. Her sounds lost their feminine delicacy and became animal and guttural as her body took over from her mind.

I have been with women who need to be brought to that plateau, and then relaxed, and then brought back to the plateau again several times before they can go over the edge. Not Michelle. She seemed suspended at the very highest level of the plateau, not relaxing at all, for well over a minute until suddenly she let out a sharp cry. I felt her hot juices squirt liberally between my fingers before she doubled over, pulling them from her, and gripped my arm around her chest with iron force as she cried out again.

I bent over with her as she sagged towards the floor, in part to hold her up since her legs seemed dangerously rubbery. I thought that she would fall if I did not hold her. She heaved in my arms as her breathing racked her body, and I felt her bum shudder against my thighs as an aftershock rippled through her and drew out another, softer, cry.

I snaked out my handkerchief and pulled Michelle back up to her feet. She was like a rag doll, but I maneuvered her into position leaning over my desk again. She looked at me with a bleary and inscrutable expression, still breathing hard. She hadn't quite returned to earth yet.

I made a peculiar decision, but it felt right as soon as I made it. I felt like a god as I moved behind her. I pressed my rampant staff, still enclosed in my pants, into the softness of her bum and squeezed against her a few times. She was a hot, panting woman, bent over my desk, a woman who at that point would probably have done anything for me. Yet the rest of me was oddly feeling more tender than lustful, more giving than grasping. I pulled back without taking my advantage.

As expected, wide, shiny streaks of her spent excitement descended both of her legs, well down into her calves. I daubed at them with my handkerchief while holding my other hand lightly at the top of her bum, feeling her slowly come down from her explosion. When done with her legs, I mopped the little pools off the floor too... I guessed that she would be mortified if she saw them, even after my assurance that they were not pee.

I retrieved her panties, and gently lifted her leg to slide them on. Only when I lifted the second leg and slid them onto it did she finally become aware of what I was doing. I quickly slid them up before she turned unsteadily and sank to her knees in front of me.

"No, no, nooo," she said, in a drained, but pouty little-girl voice. She pulled my arms down and drew me close to her face. "We can't be finished yet! What about you? I hav... I WANT to do something for you."

I gave her a long, tender kiss.

"Part of me wants to, Michelle, very much. Here." I took one of her hands from my neck and pressed it to the iron-stiff cock in my pants. "See? I've discovered that my bookkeeper is a smokin'-hot woman. But right now... hard to explain... I feel very satisfied at doing this for you. I hope I've given you the helping hand you needed, and for now I want to leave it at that.

"That was the sexiest thing that has happened in my LIFE," Michelle said, suddenly clear and with calm certainty. "My LIFE." She pulled her face closer to me, looking deep into my eyes, as she squeezed my hard rod. "This is a serious condition, we have to fix it."

"Take it as the compliment you deserve. And you're going to ruin my plan if you squeeze me down there a couple more times but..."

Her eyes sparkled, the corners of her mouth turned up, and she squeezed, several times. I chuckled. I thought about it. I chuckled again. Hell, most guys wouldn't even have been in this conversation, but I was an odd one. I kissed her again, long and soft. She squeezed me some more during the kiss. But I was resolute. I took her hand from my cock and held it with both of mine.

"Michelle, I am probably going to fuck you six ways to Sunday some day, and then do it again on Sunday, twice. You can tell that I want to, I hope. This has nothing to do with you not being desirable, believe me. But strange as it may seem, let's stop now.

Her puzzled look crumpled into a gentle smile. "You're the doctor. I sure can't argue with your methods." She wrapped her arms in a lock around my neck and pulled me in for a tight kiss, and then drew back to look into my eyes again. "Thanks so much, doctor." Her soft smile and inviting eyes very nearly made me change my mind. I let her go.

Not long after she left, I had a shower. I was in there for a while.

Odd, but a true story.