The feeling of lips sliding up and down the shaft of your cock is incredible. You watch as the beautiful brunette bobs up and down, short hair bouncing with her movements. Her hand grips you firmly around the base and moves up and down in time with her mouth, turning slightly back and forth as it goes.
She looks up at you through her hair, pale hazel eyes looking into your own, and holds eye contact as she brings her mouth off the top and gently begins to lick the head. You see a mischievous glint in her eye as she uses her tongue across the top and over the side, down and back up.
You were getting so close to cumming, and she knows it. She can tell by the way your body was tensing that you were getting close to the edge. You might have had your own fun earlier, but now it's her turn.
While still stroking you with her hand she says with a slight smile, "What do you think, sir? I may have a tiny mouth, but is it good enough?"
The way she says it, the submissive tone belying the playful nature behind, increases your lust. With a groan you put a hand into her the hair at the nape of her neck and gently push her back down.
"What I think Pet, is that you should spend less time talking and more time doing your damned job. I told you to make me cum."
She smiles at the husky tone of your voice, and looks back down to your cock. With fresh energy she dives her mouth back down on your sensitive glans and attacks like it's the most delicious thing she has seen in her life. You keep your hand on her neck, closing and opening unconsciously in her hair as she continues to suck, lick, pull and twist on you.
The feeling is incredible. You wish that you could see her naked but now wouldn't be a good time for that, considering that you are in your office seated behind your desk. The young lady is kneeling under the desk, the only evidence of her being there are your low moans and the occasional sound of slurping as she sucks on you.
The feelings are intense, a roaring in your brain that builds stronger until you know that you can't hold it back any longer. Your breathing comes in fast shallow breaths as your hand tightens on her neck.
She knows what that means, she can read you so well.
Without slowing down she turns her eyes back up to yours, looking you right in the eye. Your gaze is fixed on the sight before you, one eye hidden as its brown-green twin stares at you from behind short dark hair... soft red lips sliding quickly up and down your length.
Your hands clench, and your entire body spasms as fire burns its way through your nervous system. You can feel your cock swell and shoot as your muscles are locked rigid with your orgasm. She never breaks eye contact with you as you cum, her mouth continuing to slide more gently now up and down you. You see her throat working as she swallows it all.
Your body relaxes after a few moments, your body still vibrating from the electric fire and your ears pounding with your racing heart. You feel soft lips still encircling you, and a delicate tongue licking and teasing your sensitive head as she makes sure that she has completely cleaned you.
She brushes her hair back from her face and sits back, eyes looking at you from under your desk. Her hand never releases you, and keeps a slow steady rhythm going as she asks you, "Was I a good Pet, sir?"
"Yes, it was good... I mean, yes Pet, you were very good." You clear your throat and look around, still a bit weak from your orgasm.
"For now though I think I should probably put him away, and you should probably get out from under there."
Pert lips compress together in a pout. "But he's my favorite. I don't want to put him away!"
"And believe me, you are his favorite too. But playtime is over for now."
As you reach down and zip up your slacks, she crawls out from under your desk. She leans over to give you a kiss that sends your head spinning again, then leans over into your ear.
"But what about my problem?" she asks. She then lifts up her dress to reveal the leather chastity belt that you had put her in earlier that morning. She lowers the dress back down and whispers, "Sir... please sir, I want to cum so badly. This is driving me crazy!"
You chuckle, playing back the morning in your mind. Watching this gorgeous creature straining on the bed, desperate to orgasm, and totally dependent upon you to give it to her. The need etched on her face as she came over and over again. Despite the orgasm you just had, you can feel your penis beginning to twitch back to life.
"It wouldn't be a punishment if I let you off easy, Pet. You were bad, and so the punishment stands. Don't worry, you only have..."
You make a show of checking the watch on your wrist. You barely look at it however, instead watching her pouting face in the corner of your eye. Watching the way her lip trembles at your words, knowing that release isn't going to be as swift as she had hoped.
"Oh, another two hours to go. I think you can do it."
With that you reach a hand down onto her dress, feeling the hard leather beneath. You slip a couple of fingers between her legs and gently lift. Her eyes fly open, and her eyes begin rolling back as you press the small dildo attached to the harness in and out of her pussy. You stop after a few seconds, not wanting to actually bring her to orgasm.
You smile and wave her away.
"Now Pet, you run along. We both have work to do, after all."
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Alan was on the way back to his office as he heard the rest of the Accounting team talking. Coffee in hand, he swung by to see what was going on. He had barely walked into the department when he was flagged over by Catherine.
"Alan! Hey, get over here for a second!"
She had only been at the company a few months, but Catherine definitely was making the place her own. Sure, it might be his department, but she didn't have any problems with bossing him and the other guys around. He chuckled and walked on in, muttering to himself about "kids nowadays."
"What's up?" he asked, taking a sip of his coffee? She was excited about something, but he didn't have a clue what. And from the looks on John and Stephens' faces they didn't appear to be too far behind.
"Have you met a new girl? Intern with Human Resources?"
"If you're talking about the redhead, then yeah. Susan. She just came on board this week. Though she's not an intern, she's the new manager over there. She'll be taking over when Debbie retires next month. Why?"
Catherine absorbed this for a second, and Alan saw something in her eyes. Was it... fear? Whatever it was, it was gone in an instant and she was her normal perky self.
"Oh no reason. I thought I might have gone to school with her. Though she's cute, huh? I've always liked redheads."
Three sets of eyes instantly glued themselves onto her. John's mouth was a bit open, and Stephen just shook his head. Alan was the first to recover from the mental rearranging going through all of their minds.
"Well... umm... I really couldn't say, sexual harassment and all that. Though if I did, I'd definitely agree with you. As for going to school with you, I wouldn't think so. She's young for a manager, but I think she still has you beat by a few years. Probably 28 or so."
"Ok, thanks! I was curious about it, and these two bozos didn't know who I was talking about."
She gave him a smile and walked over to her desk. Alan looked at the other guys, gave a shrug and walked on to his office.
He had just settled down to work on the quarterly financials when his cell phone buzzed. He picked it up and saw a message from Catherine. When he read it his eyes flew wide in shock.
"Holy shit! You remember the nameless redhead squeaker that I nailed at that party a few years ago? She works here! Her name is Susan and she's a fucking manager in another department! Fuck me, I know she was wasted that night, but I really hope she doesn't remember me! Though, she was fun. ;-)"
Alan read the message again. And again. It was like he was in a trance as the words settled into his brain, with images of his petite and athletic employee and the tall redhead beauty down the hall swirling through his mind.
That wasn't what he replied though. Instead he settled for, "Excuse me?"
A few seconds later he heard footsteps running down the hall. Catherine ran into his office and slammed the door shut.
"Oh my god, I'm so sorry about that!"
Her face was flushed and her eyes darted around the room, settling on anywhere and everywhere except to make eye contact with him.
"I meant to send that to a friend of mine! He's right below you in my address book, and I hit the wrong name! I'm so sorry!"
She looked down in obvious embarrassment.
"I'm not in any trouble am I? I mean it was a long time ago, and we were both drinking..."
Alan smiled at her, "Doesn't matter to me, though I wouldn't recommend another round at work."
She smiled at him in obvious relief, though embarrassment still showed in the blush on her face. "Oh thank god. Thanks Alan... and please don't tell anyone!"
"Not a problem."
She opened the door and turned to go back to her desk as he finished his statement with a chuckle, "And besides, what guy wouldn't want to think about two hot girls making out at a party?"
Catherine stopped in the doorway and turned to face him. With a mischievous grin she looked him full in the face and said, "Oh... we did a lot more than just make out." With that she gave him a little wave and skipped off down the hall.
Alan just sat behind his desk staring at the empty doorway, a stunned look on his face.
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"Have you learned your lesson, Pet?"
You gaze at the dark haired beauty before you. Dark hair falling over lovely downcast hazel eyes, pale skin glistening in the light of the hotel room. Pert breasts rise and fall with her breathing, dark erect nipples pointing out from them.
She stands there open to your examination, completely naked except for the leather chastity belt that she has been wearing all morning. You can see juices covering the straps across her crotch, and trails running down her thighs.
"Yes sir. I was bad, and I'm sorry for that. I shouldn't have cum without your permission, and I'll try not to again."
