Working Late Ch. 04

"Oh, fuck!" She squealed. "Oh, fuck, oh fuck, oh, STOP!"

Karl groaned aloud as his hands stopped. Amelie suddenly jerked as she let out a scream. She held still as her cunt clamped hard on the bottle, cum pulsing onto the glass. Her fingers pressed hard on her clit as her body shook. As her orgasm flowed, Karl watched as her head fell back, her whole being relaxing into the waves of pleasure. His stomach flipped as he felt her satisfaction.

'Good girl.' He silently praised her.

As he watched her, he began to wonder if she would object to his taking over. Different positions he could fuck her. Make her cum on his cock this time. Before he could decide, Amelie roused herself from her nirvana state. She pulled the cum-covered bottle from her stretched hole and pulled her knickers back into place, pushing the material hard against her pussy.

"Go." She whispered shakily.

Karl stroked. Amelie carefully lowered her leg to the floor then stood. Her bunched-up skirt fell down a little but she left it where it hung. On weak legs, she took four steps closer to him and placed the bottle on the edge of his desk nearby. Standing in front of him, she slipped her hands up either side of her thighs, under her skirt. She bent forward a little and Karl realised she was removing her knickers. The white cotton grazed the nylon over her calves and was soon hanging from her forefinger in the air in front of his face. The smell of her cunt filled his nostrils.

"Wrap them around your cock."

Taking them from her, he spread the fabric and found the wet crotch. He rubbed it over his slit, smearing his own juices on them too then wrapped the cum-covered knickers around his hard shaft. Holding them in place with his fist, he resumed wanking.

Amelie watched for a moment, then leaned to collect the bottle. She held it close to his lips and smiled.

"Taste me."

Karl hesitated as the feeling of submission bit at him. He had never felt the desire to be submissive. He glanced from the bottle to Amelie and, as he looked into her eyes, he smiled. As he leaned forward and stretched his tongue to lick the glass, he knew. She didn't want him to be submissive. She just wanted to explore her ideas and trust that he would be with her.

*****

Amelie smiled as she held the bottle for Karl to lick. For a panicked moment, she thought he was going to refuse. Had she pushed it too far? Relief flooded through her when she watched him lean forward and lick the glass. She realised that maybe he thought she would do something more extreme with it, and she was eager to set his mind at ease.

"Good boy." She teased lightly as his tongue scooped up the remnants of her creaminess from the glass.

She ached to lean down and kiss him, to run her tongue over his lips. Instead, she set the bottle to the side again and dropped to her knees in front of him.

"Stop."

Sitting on her haunches, Amelie looked up at Karl. Watching him, she stroked the swell of her tits, running her fingers over each mound but avoiding the nipples. Fingertips played closer to her aureoles but not quite touching before she drew them away again.

"Go," she whispered, "slow."

She now had a much better view of his engorged head as it pushed up and out of her knickers. Her cunt clenched, sending electric currents firing through her body.

"You," she continued slowly, "are going to cum. Right here. And here, and here."

Her fingers travelled down her neck, over her collarbone and onto her breasts. Karl kept stroking.

"You're going to cum when I say."

Karl gave the briefest nod of the head. His lips parted and she heard his jagged breathing. Her skin prickled. She couldn't wait any longer, she needed his cum.

"Faster."

Amelie shifted until her pale breasts were only inches below his hard cock. She massaged her tits, her fingers sinking into the soft flesh as she squeezed. Her fingers played, pinching and pulling at her nipples over and over. She watched Karl wanking harder, his fingers sliding her cum-soaked knickers on his shaft.

"Am..." Karl breathed.

"Yes?"

"I'm close."

"Stop."

Karl groaned in frustration and for the briefest of moments Amelie thought he was going to throw her back, pin her to the floor and fuck her regardless.

"Give me my knickers."

Karl unwrapped the damp fabric from around his cock and held them for her to take. She placed them on the floor beside her then continued to massage her breasts.

"Go."

Karl curled his fingers once more around his cock. Amelie pushed herself up a little until her head hovered directly over his cock as he stroked. She let a long dribble of spit drip from her lips to hit his swollen head and gather between his moving fingers.

"Oh, fuck!" He gasped.

She lifted her head and gave him a wicked grin as she wiped her fingers over her wet lips. Moving back to how she had been knelt, Amelie ran her wet fingers over her aching buds.

"You want to suck on my tits? Bite my nipples? Pull on them with your teeth?"

Amelie saw Karl's jaw clench as he watched her tease him. His cock bulged in his hand. His reply was barely legible and she knew he was getting close again.

"You," Amelie murmured, "you are going to cum on me. You are going to shoot your thick spunk on my tits. Cover my tits, Karl. See it dripping from my nipples. Mark me. Make me your cumslut."

"Yes!" Karl growled, his hips moving as he watched her fingers pull and twist her nipples.

"I want every drop of you on my skin, every drop so I can scoop it with my fingers and eat it."

Karl groaned louder as he pumped furiously. Amelie's breath shortened as she felt her juices dampening her skin between her thighs. She needed him to cum soon before she lost control and pushed herself onto his cock.

"Right here. I want your cum. I am your cumslut; your cum is mine." Amelie pushed her tits together, holding them up as close as she could without touching him. "Give me your spunk. Cum on my tits, now."

Karl gave two more strokes and as he felt his hot cum rising, he leaned forward. Aiming as best he could at his soft target, Karl pumped his rigid shaft then held it still as he exploded. With a roar, he shot glob after glob of his thick, creamy cum over Amelie's skin. His hips jerked as his spunk continued to flow, emptying his balls onto his slut. She felt the first blasts of its warmth as it hit her neck and shoulder before Karl adjusted to cover her tits as demanded.

"Yes," she hissed as his hand continued to pump out the remains of his cum, "every drop."

Finally, spent and drained, Karl slumped back into the chair as Amelie knelt up. She was not finished. As promised, she ran her fingers through the slick cum on her tits. He watched, holding his softening meat, as she began scooping up what she could. He smiled as she licked her fingers then returned for more. After cleaning what she could, Amelie rubbed the rest of his cum over her nipples and into her skin.

"I am going to spend the rest of the day covered in your cum." She smiled.

The urge to kiss him began to overtake her again. In a desperate effort to see her plan through, she pushed herself up to her feet to create some distance. Bending down, she scooped up the knickers and held them out to him.

"Feel free to use them to clean yourself up with."

Karl took them but did not use them. Instead, he stood and slipped them into his pocket.

"Thanks. But if you are going to be covered in my cum, then maybe I should be as well."

Amelie watched as he stood and tucked his half-erect cock back into his clothes. Her hands, her lips ached for him. Forcing herself to take a step back, she focussed instead on encasing her breasts back into her bra.

Karl watched as she tried to fix her appearance. With an amused sigh, Amelie raised her hands in defeat.

"I think it may be obvious to anyone what we have been up to." She shrugged apologetically.

"Perhaps," he laughed, "but who cares?"

Amelie's heart leapt at those throw away words. Who cares? He didn't mind people here thinking, knowing, that they were having sex? Did he want people to know? If so, why? Amelie's mind raced with possibilities but the simple answer kept overriding all questions. He wanted her and he didn't care who knew.

"Okay then." She smiled.

Both standing still, silence filled the air and tension began to build as they stared at each other.

'Oh, fuck it.' Amelie thought and was about to launch herself on Karl, desperate for his kiss when the telephone rang.

The noise snapped her back into control and with a huff of a laugh, she reached for the handset.

"Mr. Wallis' office. Amelie speaking, how may I help?"

She watched Karl admiring her body and a blush stained her cheeks. Concentrating on the call, she held out the handset to Karl.

"It's for you."

Karl thanked her with a roll of his eyes and she stifled a giggle. She heard him begin to talk as she left the office, closing the door behind her.

Sitting behind her own desk, she replayed the afternoon. His words 'who cares?' reverberated within her. She couldn't help the deep throb in her chest nor the smile that pulled at her lips. She couldn't deny it any longer. She was falling in love.

*****

Karl turned off the engine and glanced at the glowing clock. Only a few minutes to go. Reaching for his phone, he tapped in his code and unlocked it. The bright screen lit up in the dark. The envelope icon flashed and he read the message that had bleeped while he was driving.

'I'm glad she is ok. Don't worry about the office, all was fine.'

Smiling, Karl typed his reply.

'Thank you, I really appreciate it.'

As it sent, Karl quickly scrolled through the short text conversation that he had had with Amelie during the afternoon. The telephone call from his mother had resulted in his leaving the office shortly after. Being the only child still living in the same city as his widowed mother, the past several hours had been on his shoulders to rush to his mother's aide when she had been involved in a car accident.

During the time waiting in the hospital, between talking to doctors and his siblings, and soothing his rattled mother, Karl had also kept Amelie updated. Despite the natural instincts towards his mother's health, he had found himself feeling irritated that his day with Amelie had been cut short. But it was as he typed his first text to Amelie that he realised the real cause of his irritation. It was not because he missed out on a few more hours of fun in the office. It was that he missed Amelie's presence itself.

The phone vibrated in his hand again.

'Oh, really? You appreciate it, do you? How much do you appreciate it?'

Karl laughed aloud at Amelie's twist on his own words as he replied.

'I really, really appreciate it. In fact, I'd like to show you just how much I do.'

As he hit send, another message popped up. His sister. She had jumped in her car and made the three-hour journey to come and be with their mother. On arriving, she had insisted that she could stay for a long weekend and that she understood Karl's need to work. Being free of the intense caring for his mother, guilt twisted a knot inside him as it was not work that his thoughts had immediately jumped to.

'Mum is asleep now, try to get some rest. I'll text tomorrow, good night x'

With a relieved sigh, Karl sent his thanks and stepped out of the car. Walking the path to the locked door, another message came in.

'That sounds interesting. How do you plan to do that?'

Karl pressed the doorbell and waited.

"Hello?" The intercom voice crackled.

"Open the door and I'll show you."

"Karl?" The voice laughed as the buzzer sounded, door unlocked.

Karl saw Amelie's door open as he reached the top of the darkened staircase. As he neared, his heart beat faster.

"What are you doing here? Is everything ok?" Amelie asked as she closed the door behind him.

Turning to face her, he drank in her damp hair and button-down pyjamas.

"It's tomorrow."

Karl reached out and pulled her into his arms. His lips trailing feather-light kisses up to her ear, he sucked and nipped on her lobe. With a groan, she shuddered.

"T..tomorrow?" She gasped, goose-bumps flaring as her spine tingled.

"Yes," he blew cold air onto her wet skin, "we can touch now."

"Oh!" Amelie dug her fingers harder into his shoulders as her legs weakened.

"I can touch you here." He whispered as his fingers trailed her collarbone between the lapels of her shirt.

"Yes." She whimpered.

Karl unfastened each button, his lips following behind, kissing her exposed skin. As he kissed, he moved until he was almost kneeling in front of her.

"I can touch you here." He spread open the shirt and ran the palms of his hands up her ribs, stopping just before reaching her breasts.

Karl lifted his head to watch her as his hands skimmed over her body, his palms grazing her hardening nipples. He heard her gasp at the contact. Her hands still on his shoulders, she squeezed hard. He leaned in and flicked at her nipple with the tip of his tongue. Cupping her tits, he teased each one in turn. His tongue traced around her erect buds, wetting them, blowing on them.

"God, Karl, please!" Amelie's fingers sank into his hair, gripping him.

Letting her pull him closer, he closed his lips around the pink nub and sucked hard. Her fingers tightened in his hair as she cried out. With a wet pop, his mouth left the engorged tip and moved to taste the other.

His hands began to lower, releasing the weight of her tits, and instead rested on her hips. As his mouth released her nipple, his fingers hooked the elasticated waist and pulled downwards. The waistband now stretching over her hips, Karl traced his tongue around her belly button then reigned kisses down her navel. Shifting to kneel in front of her, he continued pulling at her trousers until they sank around her feet.

"I can touch you here." He murmured, his breath warming her cunt as he spoke.

Inhaling her scent, he kissed her squarely against her trimmed lips. His fingers gently pressed either side of her pussy before he ran the tip of his tongue up her slit. Amelie whimpered as her legs trembled. Karl looked up to smile at her before he buried his nose against her clit to push his tongue in as deep as he could. Sucking hard on her wet folds, he flicked his tongue against her causing her to cry out. Her hands flew to the top of his head, partly to steady herself, partly to hold him tight against her, wanting more.

Her breath caught in her throat as he pulled her wet lips open and blew. The tip of his tongue flicked her clit before he caught it between his teeth. With a slight roll and tug of her clit, Amelie cried out and bucked against him. Karl gripped her arse and held her tight as he continued to nip and pull.

"Oh god! Please, Karl!" Amelie begged.

Karl released her, standing to seize her mouth with his. As his tongue thrust against hers, Amelie groaned. Tasting herself, a renewed surge of lust coursed through her body and she turned, taking him with her. Karl allowed himself to be pushed back onto the sofa, watching with amusement as Amelie hungrily pulled his trousers and boxers down. She could not wait. She needed him inside of her. Her hand wrapped around his hard dick and stroked him as she climbed onto his thighs. Lifting her cunt to hover above his throbbing meat, she began to lower, feeling him pushing against her aching, sopping wet hole.

"Do it." Karl growled.

His hands dug into her hips as he tried to thrust up into her. Amelie held onto his shoulder as she kept his cock at her entrance. Looking into his eyes, she sat down, his cock sliding through her wet lips. Buried to the hilt, he groaned as she flung her head back and rocked her hips forward.

Karl grunted as she ground her cunt on him. She put both hands on his shoulders and began to lift herself before sitting down again. Feeling her pussy cling to his shaft, he reached for her bouncing tits and guided them to his mouth. Amelie leaned forward allowing him better access to bite on her nipples as she rode him.

Her hands grabbed a handful of his shirt as she increased her pace. The vague thought of stripping Karl crossed her mind but right now, she didn't care. He was inside her, that was all that mattered.

"Oh, fuck." Amelie chanted as she felt her climax rise.

"Cum on my cock."

"Yes."

"Cover me in your cum."

"Yes!"

"Give it to me," Karl panted, feeling himself build as she gripped his cock harder, "Cum for me, Am."

Karl let go of her hip and pressed his thumb firmly against her clit. With three circular movements, he tipped her over the edge and she screamed. Her thighs clenched against his as her body turned rigid, her orgasm ripping through her.

"Good girl." He whispered.

As her pussy twitched, still coating his cock in her cum, Amelie slumped on top of him and closed her eyes, fighting back a sudden urge to cry. Turning her head to rest her cheek on his shoulder, she felt his lips kiss her forehead. A weak smile pulled at her mouth and she raised her chin to meet his lips with her own. As his tongue stroked hers, she began to lift herself up from him, causing him to groan into her mouth.

She tore her lips away and slid down his body. His smile turned into a gasp as she licked his cock from balls to tip. Kneeling between his legs, she began to clean him. Her tongue swirled around his engorged head, eagerly licking up her cum. Dipping her head, she sucked his balls into her mouth for a moment before pulling away with an audible pop. Resuming her licking, she ran her tongue over every inch of his shaft until only her spit covered his dick.

Amelie pulled her head back slightly, slowly licking her lips as Karl watched. Her fingers wrapped around his cock and stroked upwards, letting go at the top. Seeing his eyes roll back with pleasure, she repeated this.

"Does that feel good?" She whispered.

Karl grunted, nodding as she continued to stroke him. Precum began to gather at his slit and Amelie smiled. Keeping hold of his cock, she leaned forward again and opened her mouth, her tongue over her lower lip. She began to slap his cock against her tongue, slowly pulling it back. His precum caught her tongue and he watched as a couple of strands extend between his cock and her mouth before snapping off to cling to her chin.

"Holy fuck, yes." He groaned.

With growing hunger, Amelie closed her lips around him and began to suck. Her lips worked up and down his shaft, taking in more of him each time. Karl's hand sank into her hair as the need to cum grew again. His hips thrust up, wanting to fill her throat. He felt her tense but he could see the determination in her eyes to take him as best she could. Her lips clung to him as she sucked him harder as his dick twitched in her mouth, spurring her on.

"Am, I'm going to cum," His voice ragged as both hands now held her in place.

Amelie barely nodded but kept sucking. She willed him to cum as he had her. Her hand reached underneath and cupped his balls. Her fingers ran underneath his sack, stroking his skin towards his arse. Her fingertips lightly traced over his puckered hole, then ran towards the base of his cock, before returning to press gently on the tight bud.

"Oh, fuck!" Karl gasped, ready to explode.

Her fingers continued to stroke him as she gave a final suck, her nose touching his pubic hair as he slid into her throat. A cry tore from Karl as he pushed down on her head, erupting down her throat. Pulse after pulse, he spurted his sticky load over her tongue. Pulling back slightly, Amelie tasted his saltiness as he continued to fill her mouth. Swallowing twice, she kept sucking, drinking him in, until she felt his cock begin to soften.