I ran a finger up the middle of his ripped abs before wrapping both arms around his neck. My erect nipples, partly because it was cold, pressed against him through my shirt. They wanted a release. And so did my tongue as it wanted to jet out and touch Kieran's lips. But I held back the urge. My lips barely brushed his before I moved over and whispered in his ear. "Just trying out a new me Kieran, that's all. I'm still Erika Karter, Mr. Hawke." I felt him flinch as I blew in his ear before kissing his cheek, again, and backing away. "Might want to wash your face playboy, still paste on them lips." That snapped him out of his gaze, and he blushed before washing his face. He still stole little glances at my lips and I blew a kiss and winked at him to let him know I knew what he was doing. He quickly got out the bathroom and I giggled. I washed up and prepared myself before swaying out the bathroom. You can do this Erika Karter, I thought to myself as a big smirk crossed my face. I may get what I want faster than I thought. I went to the kitchen and got breakfast ready, another system we had where I'd cook it one day, he'd cook it the next. Today was my day. I kept the rest of the morning pretty normal, except for my lustful gaze on him which I didn't try to hide.
Work. I used to everybody's bitch in this office. "Erika, would you do this for me? Erika, I need this done by Friday!!" But not anymore. My submissive attitude was gone. You either gonna love me or hate me, but you'd have no choice but to accept the new me. And the new me couldn't concentrate. It was faint but my lips had touched his. And it wasn't much, but I had tasted his dick. I wanted both of more and I kept licking my tongue in the most derogatory ways while secretly rubbing my pussy through my skirt. Thank God for cubicles. My lust was getting out of hand. I had to claim what I wanted quickly, before I got delusional in my own wanton heat. Maybe I was an awakening Nymphomaniac.
Regardless, the problems started as my shift was slowly coming to an end. Today was not a productive day at all and my boss seemingly needed to tell me about it. Things like me needing to chill and not helping Amanda with her work came up. I shouldn't have to help Amanda with her work except for the fact she only "still" has her job because she services the bosses cock like a fountain drink. And everyone in the office knew who she was sleeping with so they played it safe around Amanda because Amanda was the type to abuse her power. I was normally Amanda's bitch, doing all her work for her plus my own. Not today, however. I told that bitch no flat out.
Regardless, standing up for myself found me looking at my last day of work. Fired, I packed my shit and then sat around as I couldn't leave until my shift was over. After people's condolences and goodbye's, it was work as usual for everyone else. I probably starred at the clock until it was time for me to leave work. I clocked out for the last time and ran to my car. The perks of owning an AMG, you can get home fast. I pulled up in front of our condo and quickly ran up the stairs to our studio apartment. And then I paused at the front door. It was cool to get home really quickly, but what was I going to do? Kieran wasn't even home. He still had a job. There was no one to comfort me. I slowly opened the door and walked gloomily to my room.
I flopped onto my bed and started crying which eventually led to me falling asleep.
When I woke up, it was night time but it was raining. Perfect to fit my gloomy mood. I took off all my clothes till I was only in my panties, grabbed my Galaxy Tab and walked towards the kitchen. I dumped a bunch of popsicles into a cooler and dragged it into the living room before flopping onto the couch and sucking on one. And it was at this moment that it hit me.
Kieran ran a gardening company and a relatively big one with various branches in major cities and states. He was talking about how he needed a secretary. And secretarial work wasn't far off from what my former job was. I'll just ask him. Feeling a bit better than that all hope was not lost financially, I focused on another problem of mine. How do I get Kieran to fuck...? I mean love me? Contemplating what to do while sucking on the icy like it was a hard cock, I thought back. Jerking him off was just a coincidence as I heard him watching porn. It was a spur of the moment thing. And in my dreams, he always takes me.
Thinking about would only heat me up so I picked up my tablet and decided to finish a story I was reading. A little Literotica wouldn't hurt the soul. While reading, the story really heated up and I found my hand rubbing my sex. My fingers found themselves rubbing the lips of my dampening cunt through my panties and I started rotating my hips in response. The icy in my mouth suddenly became something else. I sucked on it aggressively, imagining it was a cock. Kieran's cock. What would he think if he saw me right now? I was doing this right in front of the door. Would he like how I sucked on this icy? I found my hand darting into my panties, my pussy sucking in my fingers and I let out a loud moan. I started taking the icy deeper into my throat, my gags causing saliva and juice to drop down onto my breast. I was enjoying the heat rising in my body when I heard the door click. I looked up with lust as Kieran stared at me, my fingers refused to stop moving.
The obvious question asked by him was what I was doing. But it was pretty obvious. So with him cautiously moving closer, I decided to tease him. "Do you want to watch me, Kieran?" I opened another icy, my pussy no longer content with just my fingers. I pulled my panties to the side and shoved the icy into my warm, wet pussy, shivering as the cold icy slid to the depths of my cunt. The contrast in temperature was affecting me more than I thought it would as I arched my back and came just as the icy tapped my womb. The icy was melting in my warm cunt, mixing with my pussy juice and leaking out. "Kieran, I need you to come over here with your sopping wet clothes and pull out your hard juicy cock for me. Can you do that for me, baby?" I motioned for Kieran to come towards me with my free hand, continuing to violate my pussy with the other.
He was standing there the whole time, wide jaw and obviously shocked, but he obediently came. I pulled his tie down, leading him into a deep kiss while rubbing his cock through his pants with my free hand. I squeezed his cock and then let it go, deciding to rub the saliva and fruit juice from the melted pop into my skin.
He looked at me before slowly reaching for my boob, his other hand reaching for his zipper. I let his finger touch my nipple before getting up. Service time was over. If he did pull his cock out, I wouldn't be able to control myself. Not yet, now was not the time. And he really was sopping wet, his clothes damp from the rain. He had to change or he'd catch a cold. I got up and kissed him again, my tongue invading his mouth while I rubbed my pussy against his rod through his pants before pulling away and smiling. He said my name, looking at me quizzically, probably wondering what had gotten into me. But I simply kissed his cheek and smiled. "Night Kieran." His confused look was replaced with a shocked one but I simply sashayed out the room, putting a little more sway into my hips than normal. All was going according to plan, but even I didn't see the swerve coming my way.
