Sitting down on the table, I watch Vidya slowly lower herself to her knees. She doesn't break eye contact until she unhooks the button of my jeans with her nimble fingers. She yanks them to my thighs. Pressing her hand to the fabric of my boxers, Vidya grips my dick through my underwear. She jerks me off through them with the slowest of movements. Her eyes meet mine and, with her hands, she explores the outline before she does with her eyes. Let alone her mouth.
"Hurry up, slut," I find myself saying and am shocked at the sternness. I laugh at Vidya when her eyes go wide with shock, and her cheeks turn red. "You look so pretty when you're humiliated. Stop wasting time."
When she pulls my boxers down, my dick springs free. I don't remember the last time I was this hard, and my heart is racing so fast it feels as if it'll break my ribcage. She swallows, eyeing my cock with a nervous look on her face. Vidya leans forward, taking my dick into her right hand, and runs her tongue from its base to the head. The pleasure shoots through me, and I exhale in relief as the stimulation begins. She repeats the movement a few times before locking eyes with me. She wraps her mouth around the head and gradually finds a rhythm that suits her. Her movements are slow, hesitant, teasing. Vidya fails to take all of me in her mouth, and she makes it only halfway down before she begins to choke. The sound of her spluttering turns me on as she bobs slowly. Her inexperience and the despair of her movements only turn me on further. I have to hold myself back from knotting my hands in her hair and abusing her throat.
When her speed picks up, I whisper, "Fuck. Just like that. Good girl." The encouragement helps, and she takes my dick back in her hand. Immediately, I grab her hair and force her down my shaft as far as she can go. "No hands." She releases me immediately, staring into my eyes. They're round, full of anxiety. "If you're going to be a good girl, a good slut, then you're gonna have to show me you're worth my time. Try again, with your mouth only."
She starts again, working on her pace. The build-up is gradual. She begins to allow herself to gag on me. The sounds threaten to tip me over the edge, and I grip the edge of the desk to prevent myself from throat fucking her. She surprises me further when she drags my jeans to my knees and takes my balls in her mouth. The moan I let out echoes softly in the hallway. The stimulation rises to the point of intensity where I lie back, letting all other senses fade away just to focus on the heat of her mouth.
"Good girl," I murmur, wrapping my fingers around my shirt. The minutes slip by, and when she places her hand on my shaft, I groan. Vidya's hot mouth stays where it is as she begins to jerk me off in her hand. My dick is covered in her spit, and I slip out of her curled fingers before she brings her hand back down. My eyes roll into the back of my head, unable to bear the two forms of pleasure. My hips jerk forward into her hand, and the sound of her chuckle makes me push my hips further into her hand with want.
"I need your mouth on me again," I pant. As soon as Vidya's lips wrap around my cock, my hips jerk forward. This time, I've forced her to take all of me. She stays immobile, breathing heavily, as I sit up. I move my hips down as I slide out of her mouth and then push back in at a snail's pace. We move like this for a few minutes before our pace augments. I breathe heavily as the speed increases, whispering her name into the room. The sound of her sputtering and choking only makes me harder, and I guide her against me, the feeling of my head hitting the back of her throat sending me over the edge.
"I need to fuck you," I hear myself practically growl. My legs shake with the intensity of the pleasure. I take Vidya's hands and pull her to her feet. I grab Vidya by the hips before propping her up on the desk. I guide her into lying back with a gentle push against her chest. Pulling the skirt of her dress back up, I tuck it under her hips. Vidya props herself up on her elbows, watching as I pull a condom and a packet of lube out of my wallet.
"I'm scared," she whispers to me.
"I promise it'll be okay," I answer. "All you need to do is breathe slowly."
"I've only ever penetrated myself with my fingers. . .will it still hurt as badly?"
