I hear a knock on the door.
“Keep quiet,” to me. “Come in” to the door.
“Mr Martin, your next appointment is here. Shall I show her in?”
“Right on time. Good good! Yes, please do. Come in Ms Keene. Please take a seat.”
On time? You were expecting someone? Who is she?
“Thank you.” I hear heels click across the floor to the chair. “Is this yours?” She sounds amused.
“Ah no. Here let me take that.”
You stand and move away. You return, open the drawer again and drop my handbag into it. You offer no explanation to her. I know I’d be wondering why you have a woman’s bag in your office. You sit back down and slide your chair back towards me. My eyes are back on your cock. I can’t help it. I stare, transfixed, I’m convinced I can will it to move.
“So you know why you’re here?”
I don’t! What is she doing here? What are you doing? Will this take long? It’s unbearable that something else is eating into our time.
“Yes Mr Martin, I gotYour email. Though it’s a little unusual I have to say.”
“Well thank you for coming. Can I get you anything, a drink perhaps?”
“No thank you.”
Damn, I’m thirsty now! I hadn’t thought about it until now. I don’t suppose I’ll be offered a drink. No of course not! I’m not here am I!
“Is there anything you would like to ask Ms Keene?”
“Please, call me Abbie, and yes, I do have a couple of questions though I think you’ve answered most of them already.”
What is this? An interview? Why would you schedule this for now? Unless it was already scheduled and you couldn’t rearrange it. Yes. That must be it! I’ll just sit it out under here then. At least I have a good view. I’m Not entirely sure that I won’t touch your cock while I wait.
Ooh imagine that! Playing with you under your desk while you pretend nothing’s happening. I’m sure you’ll like it. I’ve stopped listening to what you’re saying. I’m imagining how good it would feel to rub my hands slowly upYour thighs, to reach your cock and feel it through your thin trousers, watch it respond to my touch. Dare i? I wonder if you can ignore me.
I’m sure I saw it twitch then! How come you’re hard? Is it because the woman opposite you is attractive? Is it just because you have me under here? Your secret pleasure provider! Are you imagining me sucking your cock? Would you like me to? What are you thinking?
I want to put my hands on you. I want to feel your thighs. I want to pleasure you while you do whatever it is you’re doing. I imagine myself touching you, unzipping your trousers, releasing you. I can see you standing hard under your desk here. I wonder if I can quietly slide my legs under me to knee to get closer to you. I want to learn every inch of your beautiful cock. I will taste you, lick and suck you. I want you so much.
Will it please you though? Yes I think it probably will. Probably? My hands lift up towards your knees but I stop short of laying them on you. Why have I hesitated? I look at my hands then to your cock. What’s stopping me?
What if I’m wrong? What if you think I’m taking advantage of the fact that you won’t be able to stop me without revealing my presence? That’s exactly what I am doing after all isn’t it? I can’t take any more strokes of The Cane I know that much. But that’s not the worst punishment I can think of. What If helping myself to you means that’s all I get? That’s not a chance I dare take. My hands drop back to my own tighs again and scold myself for being so fucking impatient.
But you said you wanted to see what I can do. Maybe this is what you mean. Maybe I’m supposed to use my initiative and pleasure you without you having to ask. What else could you mean? What If not doing anything is as bad? Oh what do I do?
Fuck it! Sometimes if you don’t try you don’t get. So I’ll go with it being just a case of jump and don’t look down! My right hand lands lightly on your left knee and gently squeezes. Testing the water. I put my left hand on your right thigh just above your knee. You don’t react. Is that good? Bad? Oh come on! Help me out a bit would you? I decided to play safe and stroke downwards first. Both hands slide over your knees and round the backs of your legs. I can feel the defined muscles through the material. I take my hands off you. I think maybe if you want me to carry on you’ll move your feet or legs. You don’t move either.
But you didn’t move away either. That might mean that you do want me to carry on. I gingerly put my hands back onto your knees and slightly squeeze. Nothing. Not even a quiver. I cares your thighs moving ever so slowly upwards. I touch everywhere from the seat of your chair on the outside of your leg to the seat between your legs and inch up so tenatively. I’m so excited that you’re not stopping me. My pussy sends a tingle through me. I have to stifle a giggle. At least something’s encouraging me!
Your cock. I’m half way there. It lookss so uncomfortable, trapped in your clothes. I only want to make you feel better Sir. You’ll feel so much better if you let me take care of you like this.
My hands move another inch. I feel the bigness of your thighs. So strong, so big. Rugby legs or a runner maybe. Another inch. I squeeze, massaging slightly. My thumbs dig into your inner tights. I lick my lips. How far are you going to let me go with this? I’m growing more confident with every inch. Closer and closer. I turn my hands so that my fingers are played forwards and slowly but very definitely close the gap completely.
I’m there! I barely touch you. My index finger merely brushes against your hard cock when your hands drop hard onto my wrists, grab them and squeeze so tightly I almost cry out. You remove my hands from your leg and let me go. I shrink back into my hole taking both hands with me. There’s my answer then! So close! So fucking close.
Your chair rolls back, you stand and move around the desk. “Ok then, are you ready?”
I realise I have no idea what’s going on. Ready for what? Who? Am I ready? Should I have been listening? I was so preoccupied with your cock, what have I missed?
The other chair rolls into my view and with it are a pair of black silettos and the smoothest pretty legs I have ever met up close. Ok, they’re the only legs I have met up close. They Disappear up into a dark skirt. The legs are too close to the desk for their owner to see me I think. The legs sit down on the edge of the chair right in front of me and slide towards me. I shrink backwards trying to avoid being bumped by a knee.
Two very pretty hands with very well manicured nails drop onto the skirt and in one very surprised swift movement pull the skirt right up. The pretty legs part very definitely and for the first time in my life I’m staring right at a pussy that’s not my own. I just gawp. My mind goes completely blank. What if anything am I supposed to do now? It’s a pussy! And it’s wet.
Her legs widen as far as they will go before they stop at the chair arms. Her fingers, tipped with the reddest nail poison I’ve ever seen slip gently between her neighbor folds and one finger disappears inside her. I’m mesmerised. It’s beautiful! Her fingers slip back and forth. She’s masturbating right in front of me. Does she even know I’m here?
I can’t move! I don’t know what to do. I’ve never even kissed another woman before. She drags her finger up through her folds and away from her pussy. Her hand with her fingers extended comes straight at me under the desk! Guess that answers that one then!
“Suck her fingers!”
“Yes Sir.” and my mouth opens. Her fingers slide in, my tongue is all over them and I’m sucking lightly. Her taste overwhelms me. It’s sweet but with a muscle. I suck harder, lick harder but her fingers are withdrawn leaving my mouth hanging open comically. Her hands disappear from view. I wait, staring at her. She’s smooth and hairless. Ican see her tiny bud hiding underneath its hood, her perfect labia framing her glistening wetness, inviting me, daring me to touch.
I lick my lips and savour her taste. I know what’s coming now. I know what’s expected of me. I’ve never licked pussy before. I’ve wondered about it though. Anticipation races through my mind and body. I want to taste her properly, I want to feel her and I want to see if I can make her cum. Can i?
“I’m waiting.”
“Yes Sir.”
I gingerly put my hands on her thighs just as I had on yours only seconds ago. I watch them slide up towards the top. I hesitate. I’m too scared to touch it. What if I hurt her? Scratch her or something. I move my right hand around to the inside of her thigh.
I glance up. I can see you watching. You nod slightly to me. I’m so glad you’re being patient. Do you know I’ve not done this before? I can’t remember if I’ve told you I want to try. And right now I’m not really sure if I’m mostly doing this for her pleasure or for my curiosity but I do know I’m doing it for you.
I look back at her pussy again and let my hand touch one for the first time. It’s no great surprise that it feels a lot like mine; just it’s over there and not under me. I must know my way around a pussy! I’ve got one for fucks sake! It’s not a complete mystery. I’ve just never had the opportunity before. Or maybe I’ve Just been too afraid to take it. I’m so nervous I’ll get it wrong. But then I know what I like being done to me so that is what I’ll do to her. To Abbie.
I stroke my fingers downwards past her clip, between her wet lips, over her opening and stop. I can feel those tiny twitches that mine does! She wants my fingers inside her!
I push my middle finger forward. There’s no resistance, Only hot wetness. I’m aware of my fingernail and careful not to hurt her. It slides easily in. I withdraw it and send in my index finger too the second time. That’s tighter. Wow she must really make it hard for a thick cock to get in. I glance up to you again. You’re smiling and watching intently.
I turn my hand over with my fingers still inside her so now my palms up and I can hook into her better. I bring my left hand onto her pelvic shaft and drop my thumb onto her clip where I start small rhythmic circles. Her cunt tightens and releases. I start to slide my fingers in and out of her rubbing against the ridges inside that I know is her g-spot. She’s reacting, I’m gaining confidence.
It’s working too. She’s wetter. Much wetter. I pull my fingers right out of her and stick them straight into my mouth looking right at you. She tastes sweeter now. My thumb keeps working on her clip while I devour every drop of her on my fingers and now hand. You would love the taste of her, I know you would. I stare back at her, she’s open for me. I want to lick her but I can’t get close enough. Maybe I can push her legs up onto the desk then I’ll be able to lick her.
I push her chair back a little and put my hands behind her knees to lift her legs. She’s not sure what I’m doing but you know.
“Put your feet on the desk Abbie. I think my slut wants to lick you.” You smile at me again.
“Thank you Sir.”
Her feet go up and she even slides lower into the chair. She’s totally open to me now. I hook my feet under me so that I’m kneeing and I run my hands back down her tights and with my thumbs I pull her soft lips gently apart exposing her very pink, very wet cunt. My mouth is inches from her. I can taste her already but I know this will be better. She’s gasping slightly. She wants my mouth on her, she wants to feel my tongue search her. And as greedy as I am for her I know how much her anticipation will be feeding her desire right now. And I feel amazing.
And powerful.
My tongue first makes contact with the trickle of clear sweet nectar just below her hole. I lightly lap upwards pushing gently into her, collecting her wetness. God she’s delicious. I lick her again harder this time. Letting my tongue flatten out across her hole instead of penetrating her. The third lick is from the very bottom right up and over her clip. The reaction to that is undeniable. She twitches violently and moans. Have I really never done this before? It just feels so natural.
Are you watching? Can you see your hungry little slut under your desk, croouching like Something feral, eating cunt for the very first time? For you.
I lap at her. Long hard strokes, tasting her all the time, savouring and devouring her. Each one the same length, pressure and speed. Each one flicking over her clip at the end. And each one ending in her legs twitching from what I know feels like a small shock. She’s loving it and so am I. I don’t break the rhythm. I want to take her to the edge first and I think this will. She’s moaning. The muscles in her thighs are tensing. I slide my thumbs into her, really push them deep into her and pull them right back out to where theywere, holding her wet pink cunt wide open to me and I lick and lick.
She starts to shake. No, more like she starts to vibrate and immediately I slow. I still lick very slowly and with hardly any pressure. She gasps, she sounds frustrated. I’m sure I’m not meant to make her cum that easily. She almost did then, didn’t she? I think she might have done in another minute or so. How many times can I do that?
I want to try something else. I always cum this way but I don’t want her to, I just want to know if she will. I keep up the gentle lapping until I’m sure she’s off the edge again. I let go with my thumbs, one goes just above her clip pulling upwards to fully expose it from his hood. She’s so sensitive now. I slide 2 fingers into her tightening pussy under my chin. Push them in I love how her muscles grip. I start to slide my fingers in and out again as I did earlier, really pressing on her g spot again but start licking her clip as well. Flicking it with the tip of my tongue and sucking on it. My fingers speed up, press harder, she tightens and gasps. My fingers piston in and out, rubbing on her g spot and making squelchy sounds, she’s so fucking wet. And I’m licking and sucking her clip. She’s really moaning. She’s so wound up. I could let her cum now. Should I? Is that what you want?
I look up to you for help. “Sir?”
I know I have control of her. She’s not my Dominant. Only you are. She’s shown nothing to make me serve her. And you’ve not told me to either. You put her in front of me, I’m serving you. I’ll make her cum when you want me to. Do you want me to?
“Yes my pet?”
I lick her clip a couple of times. “Do you want her to cum yet Sir?”
“Yessssssss,” she hisses “Oh fuck yes, I want to cum.”
I ignore her. You say nothing, I lick her again and keep my eyes on yours waiting for your answer. She’s bucking and shaking. Another flick and she squeals. My fingers slow but curl inside her, the palm of my hand is soaking wet, her cunt is squeezing so tight and releasing, tight and releasing. She’s ready to go. She just needs pushing.
Do I push her? You’re smiling. You nod again. Such a slight movement, almost nothing and yet it’s all it takes to bring about Abbies orgasm. I clamp my mouth down onto her clip, suck it and lick it over and over again. My fingers piston into her again and for a few seconds she’s still. She’s holding her breath, calm.
Now she’s cumming hard. Her feet slip off the desk and her legs slam downwards and onto my back as she tries to arch her back but can’t. The guttural cry that escapes her mouth causes you to move quickly and clamp your hand over it to prevent any more noise from her. I pull my fingers from her and replace them with my tongue. I lick into her as far and as hard as I can. She’s shaking all over. Her fingers are clawing at the chair arms, her tighs lock around my head. And she gushes hot sweet liquid all over my tongue and chin.
I keep licking her until the tension starts to loosen from her back and legs. Her orgasm subsides. The shaking becomes intermittent and less intense. You let her mouth go and she sights or moans or something, I’m not really sure what to call it. I’m amazing by what just happened. I kinda want to say “ta-daaaa” but that would be wildly inappropriate! Instead I lick her one last time and untangle myself from her legs so that I can slide back under your desk. You’re grinning at me though. That’s good! That’s VERY good!
I smile back at you then lick my lips and lower my face towards the floor.
Abbie takes a moment to recover. She sits herself up, closes her legs and quietly say “Wow.” I even more quietly echo “Wow indeed!”
Abbies chair is rolled out of sight with Abbie still sitting in it. She’s still dazed.
“Alice, is there anything you need right now?”
“I could do to visit the bathroom Sir.”
“You have two minutes before I want you back under tHere again. The bathroom’s over here by the door. One minute fifty.”
“Thank You Sir.”
I’m already half way out. Oh thank god for that you have a private loo. I didn’t know how I would get dressed, look presentable and make it to a more public bathroom in time. I see Abbie properly, she sees me. We smile at each other but my need to pee and time limit I’m on mean I keep going right past her. She’s pretty though, I have time to think that as I dart for the door I thought earlier was a cupboard and race through it.
I close it behind me. I’m in a tiny bathroom with just a toilet, a hand basin and a mirror above it. I sit down carefully winning from the pain. The seats cool but my bottom still screams at me to be careful. I try to reflect on the last couple of hours and wonder again what the hell I’m doing. Or what’s going to happen next.
“One minute.”
Fuck, I finish peeing and quickly wash my hands. I look at myself in the mirror. It’s ok, it’s still me in there. I pout at myself and try to look sexy but just look silly. Never mind. I splash water on my face too and smile.
“You know you’re going to be fucked by him today one way or another don’t you?” my reflection stars back at me and we both know that’s the truth.
“Thirty seconds!”
I put my hand on the door handle again, say to the mirror, “Lets do this then!” then open the door and step back into your office.
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