Working Late Ch. 01

With the deepest suck, Amelie pushed herself onto his cock, hoping for him to explode but instead her mouth was suddenly empty as he dug his fingers in her shoulders and pushed her off. His wet cock throbbing in front of her face, she moaned, devastated that he had shoved her away. With confused eyes, she looked up at him, fighting the bite of rejection that hurt her.

"I..." She began to whine, knowing she was going to beg. She had never begged in her life.

Karl was now flushed and panting. His glorious erection still needing to be cared for as he remained still, looking down with such intensity that her words deserted her.

"Stand up." He ordered and Amelie complied. Without another word, Karl stood, seizing her hips and directing her to the edge of his desk. He pushed her further and she reached on her toes to slide her backside onto the desk.

The misery of not being rewarded with his cum began to fade as she realised that this was not over but then a different worry crossed her mind. What she was wearing. She groaned inwardly as she knew he was about to see that she was a functional girl through and through. For a fleeting moment, she considered hopping off the desk and making her excuses for him to not touch her but it was his pulsating cock that had her captivated. She needed more of him.

Karl returned to his seat and pulled it closer, reaching for her left calf, suspending it in the air whilst he slipped her heel off then placed her foot on the nearest arm of his chair. He repeated this with her right leg so she was now sat on the desk, propped on her arms, her legs either side of him. He pulled his chair closer still, causing her knees to bend more and her skirt to ride higher up her thighs, allowing her freer movement. His fingers began their caress at her calves, agonisingly sliding upwards until he came to the gusset of her tights, causing her to groan with embarrassment. She knew men liked stockings and she felt frustrated with herself that she was not the alluring fantasy he had probably been expecting.

With a glance up to her flushed face, a small smile pulled at his lips and he reached to open the drawer to the left of her raised thighs. At first she could not see what he had collected but he was quickly back to be sitting upright between her legs with a wicked sparkle in his eyes.

Holding her breath, she felt his fingers return to her inner thighs, teasing her, circling her closer to her wet core when she heard and saw it. The cold graze of scissor blades being opened and closed.

Amelie gasped and froze as she felt Karl pull the nylon away from her knickers and slice through. With the small incision made, he discarded the scissors and began to push his fingers through the hole, pulling hard to rip her tights open. One less barrier.

With the sound of her tights ripping, Amelie's heart pounded fiercely and did all she could to not cry out and demand for him to fuck her right now. Karl's fingers were now stroking her bare skin along the line of her plain black knickers before trailing feather touches over the material across and upwards where her juices soaked. Amelie to tipped her head back and whimpered as she felt her clit throb and she knew she had never been so wet without cumming first. Now her hunger had shifted from needing his cum to needing his tongue on her.

Her whimpers turned to a deep groan as Karl pulled aside the wet material and slid one finger between her pussy lips lengthways so she felt him rub along her labia and directly hit her clit. At this touch, Amelie cried out and bucked. He used more fingers, rubbing her inner lips and clit the same way before using those wet fingers to begin to pull her lips open, exposing her clit under his penetrating gaze.

Amelie's arms weakened and she had to lay further down, resting on her elbows instead as Karl now used both of his hands on her wet cunt, one opening her lips to flick at her clit while the other sliding two fingers deep in her, scissoring and scraping along her inner walls. This dual action had her repeatedly moaning aloud as she writhed under his touch, wanting more, so much more. It was only when he pushed a third finger deep inside beginning to stretch her cunt that he also bent his head down and sucked her swollen clit into his mouth.

"Oh my God!" Amelie cried out, her hands flying to his head to pull him closer onto her pussy and began to grind her hips onto his mouth. She knew she was not going to last long if he was able to eat her the way she hoped. Her hopes were quickly confirmed as she felt his tongue slide from his fingers to her clit, circling and flicking the swollen nub before pulling and releasing it with his lips. Her cunt gripped his fingers as they fucked her, feeling the waves of her orgasm building when Karl started to use his teeth to graze over her sensitive folds and bite her clit. This tipped Amelie immediately over the edge as she screamed and bucked wildly under his relentless mouth until her pussy eventually began to relax.

Panting hard, Amelie pushed herself back up on to her hands to see Karl slowly pull his fingers from her sodden cunt and suck his fingers clean from her cum. She smiled weakly at this and watched as he stood up, sliding his hands up and to hold her calves, moving her legs to rest them on his shoulders as she returned to lying down.

"My turn." He murmured as he guided his solid cock to her hot, wet core, pulling aside her knickers again to run the head of his cock over her sensitive clit before sliding so easily into her eager hole in one hard thrust.

Gripping her hips, he began to thrust with a slow, deep rhythm. Her body shook on the desk, her blouse falling open to reveal her tits bouncing in her bra as he pushed into her, the thickness of his cock stretching her, rubbing against her pussy walls, filling her so completely.

"Oh fuck. You are so fucking tight." Karl groaned. He grit his teeth and his pace increased as he moved one hand from her hip to rub his thumb on her clit whilst his other hand reached for her tits and squeezed hard. "Tell me you want my cum."

"Oh I want your cum," Amelie gasped, reaching around her thighs to dig her fingernails into his arse, encouraging him to keep ramming her. "please, Karl, please give me your cum."

"You want my cum." He growled again.

"Yes, yes, I want it." Amelie whimpered.

"Beg for it." Karl groaned louder, his fingers moving from her tit to her shoulder to hold her in place better as he began to slam her harder.

"Oh God, Karl," Amelie begged, feeling her cunt grip his cock as she began to cum again. "I want you to shoot your cum inside of me! I need your cum, please, I need it!"

Amelie cried out as her cunt flooded with a second wave of cum, pulsing and clenching Karl's cock; milking him tight as he shouted out and shot his load deep inside her. His fingers moved to hold her hips tight, keeping his cock buried as he pulsed over and over, emptying his hot cum until he was drained.

As their breathing calmed, Karl began to withdraw, gently lowering her legs and offered a hand for Amelie to sit up. Karl moved back a little and, without attempting to clean himself, he carefully tucked his still semi-hard cock back into his underwear and pulled up his trousers that had fallen to his ankles. Whilst he did this, Amelie pushed herself to stand on weak legs, removing the ruined tights before smoothing her skirt down and fastening her blouse, realising that she still wore her bra and that he hadn't actually paid much attention to her tits.

Karl stood and waited for Amelie to be somewhat presentable again before reaching for her hand, taking her tights from her.

"These are mine." He smirked as he shoved them in his pocket before moving closer to plant a hard kiss on her lips. "Are you good to work late tomorrow night too?"

"Oh yes. I am here for whatever you need." Amelie grinned.