A Friend in Need Is Fulfilled

Ann's desires had been quenched for a short period of time, but the darkness of need and desire began to slowly creep back into her soul. The need of her body to be taken and used, to lose all control and to be taken over by someone else; the total loss of control and submission to the will of another.

As the days continued the urges only intensified even when she provided herself with pleasure, it was only enough to relax her enough to sleep. As she would sit at her desk at work, she could feel the vibrations of her body begging for an outlet while she performed her daily duties. Sitting at her desk and squeezing her legs together her clit would scream for attention while her brain would attempt to fight off her carnal desires. Too many times her elbows would be propped up on her desk with her head in her hands, begging her internal voice to allow for clear thoughts for an hour to allow her to finish the project on her computer. She felt like a walking ball of hormones that had taken over the entirety of her existence.

She needed help, she needed relief, she needed Ross.

While sitting at her desk she picks up her phone and without thought she sends a text to Ross, "Please?"

After she hits the send button her rational brain regains composure, and she stares at her phone wondering to herself what and how the message was there. She begins to attempt to unsend the message but then the three dots appear; he has already read the message.

"Come to my office when you have a moment," Ross replies.

Her brain scrambles as she runs through every scenario, could she have stepped over a line by sending the message during work hours? Was he going to judge her for her neediness? Worst of all, was he going to tell her that it was only a one-time event?

Her face returned to her propped-up hands with all thoughts chaotically rushing through her mind. How could she allow herself to become a slave to her own physical desires?

Time ticked by slowly as she sat in her chair, tapping her feet and fingers as she was unsure of what she should do. How long would she be able to resist before she dashed out of her door and went to his office to have his intentions revealed? She would try to turn back to her computer and continue her duties, typing a few words each time before her mind would drift off again.

Frustrated, she pounds her fists on the desks and stands up and walks from her office, slamming the door behind her in her rush to see Ross and discover why she was beckoned to his office.

Each step she takes her body tingles, her knees have a weakness, and she can feel her clit engorged with sensitivity. Anger begins to take over as she calls her self-control and discipline into question.

"WHY!!!???" repeats in her mind over and over as she questions the situation.

By the time she arrives at his office she feels a level of rage and anger that is unwarranted towards Ross. She stares at him with fury burning in her eyes. However, Ross greets her with a simple grin as he leans back into his chair and ever so slightly rocks. With the gesture of his hand, he invites her in and to have a seat across from him. She complies and sits with a grunted exhale, sitting upright with her legs held tightly together and her hands on her lap.

Without words spoken, Ross stands from his chair and walks to his office door and closes it. Ann hears the click of the door being locked and she feels a lump in her throat, her mouth becomes dry and her heart races in her chest. Trying to stay composed she doesn't allow her body position to change while she eyes Ross from the corner of her eyes. Ross moves to the shades and begins to close them, with each pull of the string the noises it creates sends shivers down Ann's spine.

With the room closed off from the rest of the world, Ann begins to feel vulnerable, and her body responds with trembling and her mind racing as to what could happen.

Ross walks behind Ann, his hand lightly brushes across her shoulders causing goosebumps to raise across the entirety of her body. His right hand traces around to the front of her body and up to her neck. Ross' thumb brushes against her cheek while his fingers begin to massage one side of her throat, and his palm finds a comfortable position. With his left hand he brushes her hair behind her ear; the simple touch of another person sends jolts of electricity throughout her. His right hand begins to tighten and his mouth leans in close to her ear and in a whisper, he asks, "say it again."

Almost outside of herself his request is heard but she has no comprehension. The touch of another person consumes her as she melts into hands.

His right hand tightens, and he repeats his demand, "Say It Again."

The lack of air momentarily shocks her back into reality, his statement bouncing through her mind finally enters her consciousness and she replies, "Please!"

The grip relaxes and his mouth reenters the space near her ear, and she feels the breeze of his voice as he tells her, "Good Girl."

Ross' left hand moves to the base of her neck, spreading his fingers he pushes into her hair until his hand is full; grasping tightly he pulls her head back until she is looking up at him with her mouth slightly agape, she sucks in air and then a slight moan escapes her as she exhales.

Ann feels a rush of ecstasy and desire rush through her veins, her autonomy has been given up willingly as she sits with her fingers digging into her thighs and her body floods with desires. She lets go of all her inhibitions while seeking fulfillment.

"Pull your shirt down, show me your breasts," Ross commands while his grip remains tight on her neck and in her hair.

Her hands scramble and she pulls the collar of her shirt, pulling her breast from the bra. Her nipples already rock hard and sensitive as her upper half is in the open and on display.

"Pull on your nipples like a good girl," is Ross' next order.

Her hands cup her breast and pinch her nipples between her thumb and index finger. Rolling them and pulling them sends waves of excitement to her clit. The demand of Ross makes her hands feel almost like they don't belong to her as she feels herself flooded with desire while her hands continue their rhythmic motions. Ross' grip remains constant while her mind leaves her body and escapes onto a cosmic wave of lust.

"Such a good girl," he whispers in her ear.

The words send a deep breath into her lungs, pushing her back into the chair and her chest towards the ceiling. Her fingers gripping her nipples tightly and lifting her breast off of her body. The moan that escapes her is loud enough that it echoes from the walls of the office, and it awakens her from her trance. Ross lets go of his grip and walks over to his desk. Ann looks at her surroundings as she regains her consciousness and looks down at herself and views her breasts are outside of her disarrayed shirt.

With a few clicks of a button music begins to play from Ross' computer. As he walks back towards Ann she can see Ross' bulge. She reaches out for it and grasps it in her hand through the fabric and with a hunger driving her urges she forgets her surroundings again and eagerly unzips his pants and releases him. Her mouth salivates as his swollen member pulsates in her hand pulling him towards her, she wraps her mouth around him and sucks him deep into her mouth. Hearing his moans of pleasure ring in her ears while he provides her with words of encouragement. Feeling him pulsate faster she moves faster, and her suction becomes tighter, craving to feel him release, her hand gripped and stroking at a frantic pace and just as she feels the head swell, Ross pulls away from her. With her facial expressions questioning, his coy smile responds, and he tells her, "Not yet."

Ross steps back and Ann's eyes are locked upon his member, glistening from the wetness of her mouth and a hint of precum at the tip. He walks behind her, taking his previous position and begins to reposition his hands in her hair until he has a proper handful. The tug of her hair back sends her back to cosmic dystopia, and she finds herself quickly back under the control of Ross. When his right-hand retakes position around her throat, her hands return to her breast and pulls and tugs at her nipples. Ann's hips sink into the chair as the grind and rotate into the empty space before her while the moans that escape her vibrate against the tight fingers encompassing her throat.

Ross releases her hair and reaches over her body, grabbing her arm and pushes her hand down her body. Ann instinctively dips her hand under her waistband and finds herself soaked with desire and need. Ross regains his grip in Ann's hair, tugging her head back more he leans his mouth back to her ear "Circle" he instructs her.

Ann's entire body gyrates in her seat while her throat and head are held still by Ross' hand, the lack of ability to move her head heightens her sensations while her fingertips indulge themselves into her folds. Her eyes open slightly and gaze down her body, watching her breast heave with each deep breath and seeing her hand circle inside of her pants. When she tries to swallow her throat is stuck from the tight grip, sending the sensations vibrating down her body; she begins to shudder, the vibrations of her grunts and moans travel from her toes up to her throat and escape through the hand around her throat. Ann's eyelids close and her eyes roll to the back of her head while her throat is gripped tighter, convulsing in the chair her hand becomes uncoordinated as her body jerks to find a final gust to push herself over the edge. With a final unsuccessful attempt to suck air into her lungs and the veins of her head pulsating her body stiffens and the endorphins flood her body with the sweet relief of orgasmic bliss.

Slowly the grip releases and Ann takes her first unrestricted inhalation of air. The air feels cooler and sweeter to her lungs now while her body feels like a weight has been lifted from her soul. Her eyes slowly begin to open as she reorientates herself to the current surroundings and the recollection of the moments leading up to this slowly filter back into her conscious mind. A soft brush of a hand grazes against her cheek while she reopens her eyes and looks down at herself and she feels subconscious with her current predicament with her breast heaved out of her shirt, her hand still down the front of her pants and the aroma of sexual deviancy in the air.

Regaining her composure, Ann begins to reposition herself in her chair, removing her hand from her pants, pulling her shirt down but just as she attempts to adjust the top of her shirt, her hands are shooed away.

"Not yet" Ross tells her in a tone of advisement, "You still have more to come."

Ann's fingers grip into the arms of the chair when she feels the synching of her hair again, pulling her head back her eyes look straight up into Ross'. His face is still his but there is something different with his eyes, the mixture of a crazed person and someone who has evilness fulfilling his soul. The grip of her hair being held by an arm with veins prominent and pulsating. Ann gulps and instinctively nods her head, confirming to him that she has heard his words.

Pulled up by her hair from the chair and pushed over the desk, the coolness of the table top is felt by her sensitive nipples. Ross grabs the sides of her pants and in one tug both they and her underwear are at her ankles. Ann reaches over and curls her fingers around the opposite side of the desk's edge. Her eyes begin to close when she hears the crack of skin on skin contact that is quickly followed by the sensation of sting and burning on her ass cheek. She pushes her ass higher into the air, offering herself as tribute to whatever deviancy he has planned.

Guiding himself to her, Ann can feel it, that single moment where a woman can feel a man at her opening, when she can feel the heat radiating from a man and her body begins to await the sensation of herself being stretched by the girth of manhood. Ann's body instinctively pushes back as she begs to feel more but her progression is stopped by Ross' hand on her lower back, pinning her forward to the desk with his fingertips gripped into her skin. Ross' other hand kneads into her ass and then traces the reddened area that he produced moments ago. Ann's ears are filled with his primal grunts and groans as he continues to take further control of her existence in the moment.

Ross pushes himself further forward, just enough to expand Ann while continuing to grip and rub her hip while the other hand travels from her lower back and up to her neck. Her hair, being gripped again and then pulls her head up in a violent thrust while she simultaneously feels her ass being smacked again and feeling her body receive the full length and girth of Ross within her. Her breath trembles as her body is penetrated and pulled, the guttural grunt from Ross as he pushes his body as deep as possible into her. The hand from her ass reaches up to her shoulder and pulls her back and she feels that extra bit consuming her from within as her body tightly wraps itself around him.

Slowly Ross pulls himself away, inch by inch she feels her body begin to reclaim itself from within and then quickly drench with desire of wanting the space to be reclaimed. Ross pulls himself almost all the way out and holds himself still. Ann's body becomes jittering and in need, she not only wants to feel him return to her depths, she absolutely needs to feel it. She can feel the itch for it from her knees having the indescribable itch within them to her fingers that grip tighter into the desk and her arms that try to push against the desk to allow her body to feel him again. Ross holds her entirety still, not allowing her movement, her anxiety riddles her body as she quivers in desperation of more.

"Say it again" Ross demands while holding steadfast.

Ann's brain hears the words but finds herself unable to understand as she awaits the next physical action.

Ross pushes down on her body harder forcing her breath to escape from her mouth and he pulls back on her hair, lifting her face from the desk.

"Say it again" Ross demands, this time through gritted teeth.

Ann's mind scrambles, rushing through all their previous conversations as she tries to find the words that will restart the motions into her. Her anxiousness runs through her body as she trembles and grips her toes into the soles of her shoes, within her brain it screams at her to find the words but her subconscious wants to scream at him and demand she be fucked senseless. Clenching her teeth she releases the only word she musters, "PLEASE."

Slamming his body forward he submerges himself within her, pushing and pulling to allow her body to consume him completely. Slowly, inch by inch he withdraws from her, retaking his resting place that leaves her craving.

"Again" Ross instructs her while giving her hair a tug.

"OH MY GOD, PLEASE, PLEASE PLEASE" she utters into the air of the room, hearing her voice echo from the walls, her neediness reverberates within her mind, hearing herself in her desperation to be fulfilled only sends her further down into her own depravity of lust.

Ross again slams forward but this time he pushes fully into her, withdraws quickly and fills her with himself again. The sounds of skin slapping and Ross' primal noises fills her ears while her loss of bodily control with his arms controlling her movement sends her over the edge, her orgasm seizes control of her body as she vibrates the desk under her. She feels herself flood onto Ross while he remains buried deep into her, twitching and contracting around him.

Slowly her body begins to regain consciousness, her fingers slowly releasing their grip from the table and feeling the indentations from the corners in her fingers. Her breathing, still laboured, begins to move in and out more calmly, taking a deep breath and exhaling through her pursed lips. The fuzziness of her brain begins to clear until she feels her body pulled back.

Ross pulls Ann from the desk with himself deep inside her, their bodies falling back into the chair she feels her body jolt when the full weight of her body pushes him deeper inside.

"Grind" Ross orders out as he pushes his hips up into her and his hands grasp her hips pushing and pulling on her until her body takes over.

"Fuck!" she mutters as she feels his cock fully engorged within her and fulfilling her needs. Her hand reaches down, cupping his balls and tantalizing she realizes the amount of wetness her body has produced. Her hand slides up, finding her clit she returns to the circular motions that had provided her the sensations she craved.

Ross' hips push harder up into her and his hands travel up her back and to her neck. His fingers intertwined around the front and his thumbs locked into the back. Ann takes a final deep breath before feeling the hands tighten and the constriction of blood to her brain begins. Her body responds by pushing harder into him, feeling her cervix being grinded into her body moves at a pace she has never felt before.

"Harder", "Faster" Ross demands of her as orgasm already begins to build.

His hands clenched tighter around her neck, the lack of fresh blood leaving her mind unable to think and only her instincts taking over as she thrusts her hips faster.

"Don't fucking stop!" exclaims Ross as his grip continues to tighten.

To Ann's amazement she can feel his cock grow more, throbbing and pulsating within her, the impending release sends her body into a fury of movement while her body drenches with more fluids escaping from within her and down across his lap. His grip around her neck pulls her into him harder and the lubrication from her allows for her skin to easily glide across his. With a loud unintelligible grunt, Ann feels the eruption of Ross inside of her while her fingers feverishly provide her clit attention. With each release and groan from him her insides clench and release sending another shockwave of her orgasm throughout her as she drains him. (Sure seems like there should be more detail here)

Ross' grip slowly releases from Ann's hair. Her head falls forward from the exhaustion of her orgasms. She takes a breath and feels the catch in her throat from where his hands had been, the sensation sends a shiver down her back. Ann takes a moment to bask in her glow before she looks over her shoulder and tells him...

"Thank you."