Mmm - that precum makes a little wet spot on your pants. Be careful, the office will wonder why you never stand up anymore... Or maybe it's the erection that strains through your pants all afternoon as you think about our lavish sex this morning. The air in your office still has a hint of musk, or maybe that's the aroma from my panties in your drawer.
Speaking of panties, I'm finding it really hard to focus on my job at my desk and when the breeze from the open window is delicately whispering against my pussy lips. I cross my legs trying to avoid the draft but it just puts pressure on my clit which is still humming from your fingers. I squirm a little, side to side, naughtily enjoying the twinges of arousal as my thighs squeeze my slowly engorging clit.
You see me squirming and page me to come to your office. A heated blush creeps up my face and I smile discreetly to myself. I turn in my chair to face your open door, your desk is very close by and you have straight line of vision to my chair. I uncross my legs slowly and spread them apart, giving you a view of my pantiless pussy. We lock eyes and I bite my lower lip sexily, knowing that drives you wild. You mouth to me to come in.
I rise and make my way into your office, shutting the door as I enter. What can I do for you, do you have a problem I can help fix?
You roll your chair back from your desk and show me what the problem is. I think I can help you with that; I am not a doctor, but I remember some training from my Red Cross classes on what to do for swollen members.
I walk around your desk bend over you to lower the blinds behind your desk, brushing my straining breasts against your face as I do so. Invitation accepted - you raise your hands under my shirt and splay them against me, running up my flat stomach to knead my soft mounds. The feeling of your hot hands through the thin lace of my bra makes my pussy even wetter and I shudder deliciously.
I slide down and hungrily kiss your lips as I make my way to my knees in front of you. I examine the bulge your cock is making in your slacks. A wet spot is appearing, better get these off before you stain! You unzip your fly as I undo your belt and move your shorts aside and your cock jumps out again, smearing pre cum along my hand as I keep it from hitting your shirt. I don't have another one to give you!
Looking up at you from my submissive position on the floor I lick my lips and lean forward, blowing my warm breath against your throbbing head. Your cock jumps in approval and I dive in for the kill. My tongue wraps around your shaft as I work my head up and down, fist pumping in rhythm to match. My other hand sneaks between my knees and up my thighs to caress my clit and relieve some of the tension building there. The saliva from my mouth creates a slick coating so my hand slides effortlessly up and down your shaft, and I plunge my head lower, trying to take all of your big cock down my throat. Your head rolls back as you place your hand on my head to guide my rhythm, the other hand reaching down to feel my breast through my thin shirt, plucking at my hard nipple. I moan around your cock and the hand on my pussy increases the tempo, driving me toward an orgasm of my own.