Working Late Ch. 02

Karl let go of her arm and took her bag and coat from her hands. He dumped them on her desk before reclaiming her arm and led her back into his office. The chairs had been moved back to their original positions and the fully dressed red-head was sat looking somewhat dejected.

"Thank you for your help today Jessica. It was greatly appreciated but I can take if from here on in." Karl released Amelie's arm to hold his hand out for Jessica to shake. She gave a small twist of a smile as she took it, holding on longer than necessary, and stepped in closer to him.

"You know where I am. You have my number, please use it any time."

"Let me show you to the lift." Karl nodded.

He took his hand back and proffered the door for her to use. As Jessica left the office, Karl lingered behind and turned to Amelie.

"Sit down. Do not move."

He pointed to the chair that Jessica had vacated. Alone, Amelie glared at the chair and remained standing. After a moment, she walked over to the large windows that almost stretched from floor to ceiling along the outer wall and looked down onto the city below. The twinkling street lights and neighbouring office buildings spattered with glowing squares began to relax Amelie as she soaked in the view and she impulsively moved to turn off the main light.

"What are you doing?"

Karl's voice made her jump as she reached to flick on the lamp sitting on the desk. Looking up she saw him filling the door frame, hands in his trouser pockets.

"Erm..." Amelie began.

"I told you to sit down." Karl remained still. "Why have you turned off the lights?"

"To see better." Amelie moved to the window and gestured.

Karl watched her for a moment then stepped fully into the room and closed the door. Moving to stand beside her, Karl looked out of the window to see what Amelie was looking at. Without acknowledging the starry city, he turned and stepped into her personal space once more. Amelie's heart raced as she smelled his faint cologne. Leaning in until his lips were inches away from her ear, his breath warmed her skin as he spoke.

"You don't do as you are told very well sometimes, do you?"

"I..."

"You told me you were going to stay behind but you were about to leave."

"I..."

"You made me run after you."

"I..."

"You made me bring you back."

Amelie stopped trying to answer back as with each question Karl's voice darkened. Confusion clouded her brain while hunger coursed through her veins. Amelie's skin was on fire. Her body screaming to be touched. She closed her eyes to savour each sensation coursing through her body.

"Tell me Amelie," Karl growled, "Do you not want to be here?"

Amelie almost groaned aloud. The torment of having to answer such a question ripped through her. Only minutes ago she had been convinced that she would not be here again. Only minutes ago she had seen him about to kiss Jessica. She was trying to assimilate one rational thought, to form a single sentence, before she spoke but Karl was not waiting.

"Do you want to go?" His lips brushed against her ear.

"No." Amelie whispered.

"Open your eyes." Karl demanded. He waited until she complied before carrying on. "What do you want?"

She flinched, not wanting to admit it. She shouldn't give in so easily. Keeping her eyes averted, she bit her lip.

"What do you want Amelie?" Karl's breath warmed her cheek. No answer. He moved his lips slowly over her face, barely an inch from her skin, coming to rest at her ear. Again he repeated his question in a whisper. Amelie could swear he heard her heart pounding but she clung to the last fragments of self-control. With no answer again, Karl dipped his head and flicked the tip of his tongue against the corner of her mouth.

"What."

His tongue ran along the upper rim of her lip.

"Do."

Along the lower rim.

"You."

Between her parting lips.

"Want."

His tongue withdrew to speak the last word brushing against her lips. Craving his kiss, blood roared in her ears as she felt lightheaded with arousal.

"You." The single word tore from her lips.

Karl stilled. His lips still touching hers but not kissing her. His eyes bore into hers. She saw the flicker of satisfaction before he moved away to sit in his chair. Amelie remained still, her lips screaming for his kiss, unsure of what to do now. The sense of loss created by his retreat overwhelmed her. She was acutely aware that he would be able to hear her ragged breathing and see her flushed cheeks. She didn't understand how she could simultaneously want to hide herself and yet wanted him to see her so completely.

She felt the compulsion to close the space between them again and seize his lips with hers but before she could move Karl spoke.

"Amelie." Karl waited until eye contact returned. "Strip for me."

She stepped away from the window when his voice stopped her.

"No."

He pointed back to where she had been stood.

"But..."

"There." He reiterated.

Amelie moved back to the spot.

"Now strip."

Amelie glanced at the window and tried to convince herself that no-one would be able to see as she reached to unzip her dress. Her fingers gripped the metal tag, pulling it in a steady grind until it reached the end. She reached down to seize the hem of her dress. Lifting the material, she began to pull it up her body, acutely aware that with each inch raised, Karl was watching. The hem passed her nylon covered thighs. It exposed her crotch. Her stomach was on display. He could see her black bra straining against her aching breasts. She lifted the dress over her head and dropped it on the floor.

Now standing in her heels, tights and underwear, she placed one hand against the window to keep her balance as she slipped off each shoe. Then she hooked her thumbs under the band of her tights and slid the nylon down. She ignored the niggling idea that other women could probably remove their clothes in a much sexier way. Once at each foot, she slipped them off and threw them on top of her dress.

Her heart was pounding now. Last night he didn't see her naked. He didn't even see her tits and here she was, about to expose herself completely to him. She looked at Karl for some kind of reassurance. He was sat completely still but she knew. He wanted her. Despite her curves, despite her imperfections. The hunger in his eyes spurred her on.

Her hands reached behind to release the hooks of her bra. As the band fell open she felt the weighty drop of her tits but held the material in place with her arm until both of her hands were in front of her again. With the slowest of movements, hoping that the pace would be tormenting him, she pulled the material away to reveal her breasts and solid nipples. She let her arms fall away and added the bra to the pile.

With only one last covering to remove, Amelie slid both hands under the material of her knickers at her hips. She splayed her fingers to stretch them slightly and slid them down over her thighs. At just above the knees, she released the material and let it fall to the floor around her ankles. Lifting each foot in turn, she kicked them towards the rest of her clothes and stood still, hands by her sides as Karl drank in the sight before him.

"Turn around." He said softly as his finger twirled once.

Amelie slowly spun, stopping when she faced him again.

"Beautiful." He whispered. "Now. Turn and put your palms against the window."

Amelie hesitated until she saw the raise of Karl's eyebrow. As she turned and pressed her palms against the glass she heard him move behind her. She was about to look back when she felt his fingers seize her arse cheeks. He was on his knees. His hands gripped her, squeezing her cheeks together and pulling them apart. Amelie sighed and pushed her arse back a fraction to encourage him to repeat kneading her arse. Complying, his hands massaged her a few more times before he slid one hand underneath to trace his finger gently over her slit.

Amelie whimpered and instinctively shifted a little to open her legs more, allowing him better access. She was immediately rewarded with a second finger. Both teased as they ran either side of her pussy lips, stroking over her trimmed hair back and forth, making her cunt leak with hunger. She heard him growl before feeling his teeth sink into her arse cheek. Amelie jumped, wincing at the unexpected pain but was soon groaning louder as his tormenting fingers moved to push deep inside her.

"Oh!" She cried out as he rammed three fingers deep inside her. Fucking her hard, he stretched her wet hole before removing them and returning to dig his fingers into her arse cheeks. Willing him to return his fingers back inside her cunt, she bent over and pressed her tits against the window. Given the easier access, his hands now moved lower until his fingers skimmed the edge of her pussy, pulling to open her up. Amelie felt him blow cool air on her hot lips before flicking the tip of his tongue over her clit. She trembled as she felt her juices pulsing into her cunt. With a deep groan, Karl pushed his face harder against her from behind, his tongue lapping at her juices before pushing it as deep inside her cunt as he could reach.

Feeling the pressure of his face against her arse turned her on even more and she ground back on to him, smothering his face with her sex. His fingers moved from holding her pussy open back to her arse cheeks. He held her tight as he continued to fuck her with his tongue.

Amelie gasped as she began to feel the familiar waves of an orgasm growing. As the crescendo built, she moaned longer, louder, but just before the final wave could hit Karl pulled away.

"No!" She cried out.

Her pussy pulsed fiercely with an almost painful ache of desperation. Feeling her orgasm already beginning to subside, Amelie pushed her palms from the window and began to turn around. She had barely managed to turn halfway when she felt his hands seize hers, holding them flat against the window. His clothed body pushed her own against the glass. He let go of one of her hands and she felt a brief fumbling behind her before he kicked her legs open a little further with his own foot.

For a moment she wasn't sure what he was planning but then she felt the head of his throbbing cock pushing against her dripping pussy lips. She expected him to work his way in slowly but he didn't. Instead, he lined his cock up to her entrance and gave a single strong thrust to fill her completely. He reached to replace his hand back over hers and fucked deep into her again. The power of this invasion almost knocked her off balance but Karl was prepared and his arms locked either side of her, his fingers layering hers on the glass. Karl nestled his face into her nape and began to slam into her.

Each up-thrust almost brought her up onto tiptoes before she pushed as hard as she could back onto him ready for the next deep fucking. Riding her cunt like this, Karl grunted with each drive that squashed her from cheek to tits against the glass. As her orgasm came raging back, Amelie was almost distracted by the shock that she was going to cum without her clit being directly stimulated. Never had any man been able to fill her cunt in such a way that she felt whole. Karl's fingers curled to entwine hers as she cried out.

"Oh fuck Karl, fuck! I'm going to..."

Amelie's words were lost in the scream that tore from her throat. Her cunt clenched tight before pulsing over and over to flood cum over his cock. He kept plunging hard until he felt her body begin to sag as it drained of all energy. After a final deep thrust, he slowly pulled out. Her wetness on his withdrawing cock made a squelching sound that should have been amusing but served only to intensify the feeling of emptiness.

Karl remained still for a moment, allowing Amelie to regain some control of her body before pushing himself away from her altogether. Amelie remained pressed against the window bathing in the aftermath until she heard Karl command her to turn around.

She stood upright and turned to drink in the sight of him. For all intents and purposes Karl was still fully dressed. Except that he had unzipped his trousers and his glistening cock stood rigid through his fly. A seductive grin spread over Amelie's face as she watched his cock flex under her scrutiny.

"On your knees Amelie. Clean your cum from my cock."

He stood perfectly still as she moved to stand mere inches from him. Fighting the temptation to reach up and kiss him. She grazed her nipples over his chest as she lowered to her knees.

Once level with his cock, Amelie was able to indulge better in seeing his throbbing dick covered in her juices. She leaned in a little closer and inhaled the smell of her sex on him. Licking her lips, she saw how the veiny lines of his cock shimmered with her wetness. The rim of his head seemed to have a little thicker coating of her cum gathered there and so she ran the tip of her tongue around him, scooping the warm, sweet stickiness and swallowing it. Next she swirled her tongue over his bulbous head then concentrated on flicking her tongue over his slit. As she gave him a thorough cleaning, precum began oozing out encouraging her to lick more eagerly. Hungry for more, she pulled his zipper open wider and bent her head to run her tongue over his balls. She sucked them into her mouth, circling her tongue over his full sack before using her lips to massage him. As a final step she took him deep in her mouth sealing her lips firmly around his shaft and slid them slowly upwards collecting any remaining cum.

Karl allowed her to continue sucking him for a few moments longer before he dug his fingers into her shoulders and pushed her off. Unlike last night, Amelie quickly shrugged off the disappointment and waited with eagerness for what he wanted from her next.

Remaining on her knees, she watched as Karl took a step back and undressed. Turning back to her, Karl took firm hold of his thick cock and began wanking slowly as he looked down at her. Her eyes greedily drank in his naked frame and she felt the urge to spread her knees wide on the floor and begin to fuck herself with her fingers as she watched him. She had barely pushed two fingers inside her cunt when Karl commanded she stood up.

Complying, Amelie rose to her feet as she continued watching Karl still slide his fingers up and down his rigid shaft.

"Stroke my cock." He grated.

Amelie reached out and wrapped her fingers around him. As she began to jerk him off she gave a little moan of delight. The ache deep in her womb ignited again. She wanted him, no, she needed him to be inside her again. Her fingers gripped a little tighter as she felt her juices start to leak again from her pussy. Her clit pulsed fiercely. Her nipples ached. His cock responded, flexing against her fingers. He felt so perfect, so fucking perfect.

"Do you feel that?" Karl growled.

"Yes." Amelie breathed.

"Do you understand?"

"Understand?"

Amelie kept moving her hand up and down his throbbing shaft but she looked up at him confused.

Karl watched her for a moment longer, automatically rocking his hips to fuck her hand. She thought she saw disappointment on his face but before she could think why, he reached for her upper arm that held his cock and guided her to release him.

He pulled her hard against him, his cock pushing against her navel as he sunk one hand into her hair and splayed his other hand against her lower back. His lips sought her neck, kissing and licking her skin up to her earlobe to bite and suck on it. Crying out as goose-bumps spread over her body, Amelie clung to his shoulders. She felt him step forward causing her to move back until she felt the cold glass press against her arse and back. Digging her fingers into his muscles, she held her balance as he continued to manipulate her body into the position he wanted.

He slipped his hand behind her thigh and lifted it until her knee rose to his waist. He bent and pulled back slightly to allow the tip of his cock to prod against her cunt. In one swift movement Karl pushed, burying himself deep inside her again. His body pinned hers against the window and lifted her until she could barely feel her toes on the ground.

Karl held her still as he brought his face in front of hers, eyes locking as he spoke.

"Do you feel that?"

"Yes." Amelie whispered.

"I want you." He rasped. "You."

"I..."

"I want you. Do you understand?" Karl leaned in and held his mouth over hers.

"I understand."

"This," Karl thrust his cock hard inside of her dripping pussy making her cry out against his lips. "This is what I want."

Another hard thrust.

"I want my cock," A harder slam deep into her, turning her thighs weak, "Inside this cunt."

Again, he slammed once.

"Yes. Yes, Karl."

Amelie could barely breathe. All she could think of was how full she felt.

"Your cunt."

Karl groaned as she tightened around him.

"I want you. Do you understand?"

Karl stopped thrusting and returned his attention back to her lips.

"Yes, Karl. I understand."

Her words were barely in the air between them when Karl growled and seized her lips. He parted her lips with his tongue. Amelie groaned loudly into his mouth, devouring his kiss with greed. Her hunger drove her to match his own and she sunk her fingers in his hair. Holding him tight against her mouth, she kissed him until he tore away with a guttural moan and began moving rhythmically inside of her. She clung to him as she tipped her head back to rest against the window.

"Oh god Karl." She began to cry out. "Fuck me, yes."

Karl grunted in return as he built up the speed, rocking his hips to keep slamming into her stretched pussy.

"You are going to cum again for me, Amelie." He groaned.

He moved both hands to her arse and gripped tight.

"Yes, Karl," She cried out, feeling his fingers not just squeezing but also parting.

He kneaded her cheeks in circles, pulling her wide apart then pushing together a few times until he kept them spread open. She gasped and tensed as she felt his fingers work their way to her tight arsehole. Karl ignored her and kept moving until he pressed one finger clear against her puckered hole.

"Oh fuck, what are you doing?" She gasped.

"Trust me."

He breathed hard against her cheek before claiming her lips again. As they kissed, his finger left her arse for a moment to join them at their kiss. He pulled his lips away and slid his finger into her mouth.

"Suck it."

Amelie paused. This finger had been against her arse. That was disgusting. Yet. She found herself sucking it with increasing eagerness, her eyes watching him. Karl smiled a little and withdrew his finger only to suck it himself too before lowering it to return to her arse. His tongue pushed inside her mouth again as his finger nestled back against her tight hole.

Acutely aware that Karl's finger was pushing and rubbing with increasing pressure, she tried to focus instead on his kiss and his cock still sliding inside of her. Moaning against his tongue, she realised that his finger was beginning to feel good. Before long she found herself squirming to find more pleasure from his single digit.

"You want more?" Karl growled against her neck.

"Yes!" She gasped.

He pushed again, feeling the tip of his finger slide inside her.

Feeling her clench, Karl held still for a moment then continued pushing in deeper, encouraged by the increasing groans of pleasure escaping Amelie's lips.

"Yes!" She chanted as Karl buried his finger deep and began to slide in and out of her arse. "Fuck, yes, finger my arse deeper."

Seeing how much she was loving her introduction to anal play made Karl flex harder inside of her as he felt his cum build up. Grunting loudly, Amelie knew that Karl was getting closer and this triggered a new pull of desire for him. He wanted her. He wanted to please her, make her cum. He was turned on by her and she could make him cum.