You are in your office hard at work behind your desk reviewing your paperwork. I walk into your office and softly shut and lock the door behind me. I'm wearing a black trench coat and start to slowly unfasten it as I walk towards your desk...you begin to protest weakly, saying you have so much work to do, but I don't listen. I let the trench coat fall to the floor. Underneath I am wearing a black lacy bra and matching thong, black seamed stockings and garter belt, and perilously high heeled patent leather shoes. As I make my way toward you I pass the open window. It gives me a secret thrill knowing someone outside caught a glance of me, the black of my lingerie so stark against the pale pinkness of my skin.
I gingerly push aside the papers on your desk and sit down on the polished wood facing you. I lean towards you and slide my hands down from your shoulders to your chest, further down to your stomach then to your thighs. I rub the front of your slacks until I can feel you hardening under my palm. I unzip your pants and slide my hand inside.
I slide my hand into your pants through your zipper and find you already hard, and a bit of precum moistening your underwear. I laugh a little, a deep throaty laugh and lean over to kiss your mouth. Our tongues touch and it sends a shiver of electricity through me, making my nipples hard. I start to stroke your cock, gently, and rub my lips along your face, cheek and chin, my breath hot and moist against your skin. Your hands rub my legs, skim the edge of my stockings then push my thighs apart. "Not yet, darling." I say, and slowly slide down to the floor, kneeling before you.
I pull your hardened cock gently out of your pants. Its glistening tip is so tempting. I rub your cockhead against my lips and chin, moaning and gasping. You twine your fingers through my hair and pull my face closer to your crotch, forcing my mouth open with your cock. I slip you between my lips, tasting every inch slowly with my tongue.