Lic

Lick

** This was originally written with the song lyrics to the song 'Lick' by Joi. Highly recommended to listen to this song before reading.

"I can't believe you're this incompetent," Ms. Lotley said softly. Danielle stood in front of her desk shaking, partly in fear, partly in anger. "Either incompetent or just lazy." Jordan Lotley, Danielle's boss, held a few papers in her hand while she reviewed others, shaking her head. She looked up briefly, glaring at Danielle. Her expression changed, one requesting Danielle to defend herself.

"I... I don't know what you want me to say," Danielle whispered.

"I want you to tell me that this isn't going to happen again. This is... ridiculous. It's sloppy work."

Danielle wanted to scream, wanted to hit her boss. She did exactly what Ms. Lotley told her to do three days ago.

"But..." she started to protest. She knew it wouldn't do any good to protest to this bitch, but it slipped out anyways.

"But?" Ms. Lotley looked at her hotly, ready for a fight... ready to simply fire her.

All she could do was suck it up and do it like she said this time. She looked at the floor, knowing she couldn't win this fight.

"I'm sorry Ms. Lotley, it isn't going to happen again. I'll fix it."

Ms. Lotley grabbed the stack of papers, haphazardly arranged in her grasp, and handed them to Danielle. The younger woman took the stack but when she pulled back, it fell to the floor, scattering wildly. Danielle exhaled, exasperated as she knelt down and started picking up the loose sheets. She could almost hear Ms. Lotley's head moving from side to side as she showed her disapproval. Danielle wondered if anything was going to go right today.

"You better fix it... and your attitude too."

She stood with the bunched papers, hastily arranged in her hands and quickly left the office, moving past the secretary who gave her a knowing, apologetic look. Everyone in the office knew Ms. Lotley was a bitch. But they had no choice but to make the best of it. She was one of the most successful managers in the company, and the complaints seem to just fall on deaf ears.

She walked down the hall, halfway between rage and tears, walking into the big bullpen room, filled with cubicles and sat in her chair. Each little office was surrounded by five foot dividers to hide each occupant from prying eyes, but not sounds. She knew she couldn't break down. Not here. Not now.

She was breathing hard, her hands clenching and opening on her desk, her eyes staring at her reflection in the computer monitor. She'd need something to calm her nerves... she'd need it bad.

She pulled out her phone, holding it in her lap to be inconspicuous. She knew Ms. Lotley wouldn't approve of her using it now, when she was supposed to be working. She quickly brought up the text message screen, typing:

'Damn it! Work sucks. Need it bad!'

She set her phone aside, thinking about the possibilities, thinking about the rapture she'll feel. It only took a minute for the reply to come back. She'd had many lovers in her life, many that had so much potential. But none were like Vince. He was... incredible. The orgasms he gave her were so intense. Everything she felt now would easily get swept away when he pleasured her and brought her to the brink of an intense explosion. She closed her eyes, thinking of the things he made her feel when the beep of her phone interrupted her.

'Can't tonight, I have a date'

What the fuck, she thought. I don't care what you think you're doing, you come when I need you. Angrily, she typed back.

'Fuck! Cancel. Tonight 8. NEED IT!'

She knew he'd be there. He was always there when she called. He enjoyed their time together as much as she did. And she very much enjoyed time with him. He was an amazing lover. Just the thought of what he could do with his tongue gave her shivers. She imagined him between her legs and felt her pussy moisten, felt her pulse begin to race. Tonight would be so heavenly.

God, just the thought of him drove her into a frenzy. She let her hand slide between her thighs and press into her slack-covered mound. The sensations weren't very good, but good enough. She shivered with desire, thinking about him kneeling between her legs, just watching her play with her pussy. She loved teasing him like this. The pure need that he displayed on his face as he watched her fingers teasing and squeezing her beautiful pussy made her so damn hot. Sometimes she wondered what he saw and had him hold a video camera so she could see for herself. She loved playing them back when she masturbated, watching her own fingers tease her pussy, slide over her clit, hearing his heavy breathing and then seeing him move in to begin pleasuring her.

The first time they met, she was out at a dance club with friends and she approached him on the dance floor and danced with him for several songs. She knew just by how he moved that he would be a good lover. She knew she wanted to fuck him. She took him home and wasn't disappointed. She shivered when she remembered how his tongue felt against her nipples, curling, pressing against each one making them so hard. She watched as his lips encased each nub and he suckled on them like a baby, her hands curled gently to the back of his head to hold him.

She sat back in her chair, briefly looking around, listening intently for the sound of someone walking by as one hand grazed her nipple, feeling how hard it had gotten. She pinched it between her finger and thumb, loving the tight, slightly painful sensation, remembering how his teeth felt when he nibbled on them.

Breathing heavily, she grabbed a thumb drive from her purse and pushed it into her computer. With a few mouse clicks, a video appeared and she adjusted it's size to make it less conspicuous. She licked her lips as she pressed play and watched from her own point of view as her lover moved between her legs and lightly applied his tongue to her mons.

"Oh god," she whispered hotly, squeezing her thighs together. "I so need it."

She could almost feel every press of his tongue as it slid along her labia, then delved between and rose to flick over her clit. Her fingers pressed into her jeans where his tongue would be driving her quickly towards her orgasm.

"Danielle!" a voice interrupted her as she sat staring hopefully at the monitor.

She looked up, startled. "Ms. Lotley..." Her fingers were trapped between her thighs and she tried not to move them.

"Keep your mind on work and you might actually get work done," the older woman scolded her. She doubted Ms. Lotley had actually seen her screen, much less the sexy video or she knew the scolding would have been a lot worse. Ms. Lotley dropped a sheet of paper that floated onto her desk. "Add these figures to your report too. And try to have it done tomorrow morning," the woman droned. Danielle just knew that Ms. Lotley said more than that, but her mind drifted as her fingers stroked her sex over her jeans. Her eyes focused on the woman's lips... on her tongue... and all she could do was think about her need.

"I'll get right on it, Ms. Lotley," she said quickly, realizing her mind had drifted. She wasn't quite sure how she was going to get the work done in time, but just the additional thoughts had made her even hornier and needful.

She couldn't believe that a wonderful, attentive, incredible lover like Vince could have such a bitchy sister. She laughed thinking that what Ms. Lotley likely needed was something that her own brother was so good at.

The day seemed to drag on and on. Every moment was spent thinking about what was going to happen that night. She couldn't believe how turned on she was. She couldn't believe how badly her body was responding to this need of hers. Her panties were utterly drenched as she squeezed her thighs together on the drive home. Her left hand was stroking herself through her jeans the entire time as she envisioned her lover pleasing her again and again.

When she finally arrived at home, no sooner had she closed the door when she started pulling her clothes off. It wasn't a slow, sensual disrobing, either, but a one full of lust, need, and immediacy. She could feel her wetness hit the cool air as she peeled away her sodden panties. She let her fingers play for a moment in her dripping sex, feeling how swollen her clit was. The head was peeking out of its protective sheaf, wanting to be licked and kissed.

She pulled back her flesh, exposing as much of her clit as possible by trapping it between her fingers and swiped a finger over it, making her body shake, so near to an orgasm. She wet the tip of her finger with her tongue and danced it over her naked clit, reveling in the sensations again and again as it swiped back and forth.

"Fuck!" she groaned. She slipped into the bathroom and started the water in the bathtub. She reached over and grabbed the bottle of scented oils and drizzled some into the water. She wanted to be perfectly clean and smooth for her lover's caress. She pulled open a drawer in the vanity and removed her soft rubber dildo, smiling as she envisioned her play.

She took a long bath, even by her standards, washing and rewashing, and using her razor to shave and carefully make her body smooth. She made her pussy bald, knowing that Vince loved it like that. During their first meeting, he told her that the smoother and softer she was, the longer he'd pleasure her, loving the feel of her flesh on his tongue. She shivered at the thought.

When she finished, she lay back in the tub, bending her knees and spreading her legs apart. Slowly... so deliciously slowly... she eased the dildo into her overheated pussy, feeling inch by inch push inside her. She closed her eyes, envisioning Vince's cock as it pulsed in front of her. She'd hold it in her hands and guide it inside her before he took over his lovely, animalistic thrusting. For now, though, she was in charge, using the dildo as an inadequate but necessary substitute. She held it with both hands and eagerly thrust it in and out of her wetness, panting loudly, the sounds echoing about the small, tiled room.

Her hips rose and fell, the water splashing about her as she pushed and pulled her pink, pliable lover. Her eyes were half closed as she felt every lovely ridge caress her labia.

It took extreme self control, but she denied herself the pleasure of her orgasm, simply bringing herself close several times... for now.

Breathing heavily, she lifted herself out of the bathtub and toweled off, noting how sensitive and flushed her body was. "If Vince doesn't show up tonight, I'm going to be in trouble," she whispered, watching her hardened nipples in the mirror. Naked, she slipped into her bedroom and opened her dresser to plan her outfit for the evening. She smiled as she lifted out her black, see-through bra and matching thong. "Even dressed, he'll see just how excited I am," she mused, sliding the material up her long legs and adjusting the fit atop her labia. The cool material made her gasp a little as it came into contact with her overheated pussy.

Time seemed to move quickly now that she was getting ready for her rendezvous. She just finished with her makeup when the doorbell rang. She smiled, checking her outfit in the mirror and slipped a short, red, silk kimono on as she walked to the front door. She breathed deeply a few times, trying to calm her nerves, trying to relax the anticipation.

But when she opened the door, her body felt a rush of pleasure when she saw him standing there. He was dressed in a loose fitting, white, silk, button-down shirt with pleated dress pants, looking incredibly hot. She could feel her pulse racing, could hear her own panting as her eyes watched his lips as his tongue stroked over them, wetting them.

He moved inside the door, smiling wickedly at her, knowing exactly why he was there. He knew that she couldn't resist him, knew that he was an incredible lover. He wasn't haughty about it, but reveled in the fact that he could please her so much. His eyes scanned up and down her body approvingly as he took in her beauty, finally locking eyes with hers as she closed the door.

"I'm glad you came," she says breathing heavily, her excitement plainly evident. She tried to sound confident and in control. She wanted to be in control.

"Are you?" he smiled. "I hope you're ready for me then." He moved the two steps towards her, his hands grabbed her upper arms, forcing her back against the door. He moved close, so close he could feel the heat of her body through his clothing. "Do you know how much I want you?" he asked softly. He bent forward, and pressed his lips tightly against hers in a soft kiss that quickly became heated and hard. His hand moved to her throat, keeping her head back as his tongue slipped between her lips, caressing hers.

"Oh god," she moaned softly. She knew she lost whatever control she thought she had.

His mouth moved lower and he kissed and licked her neck softly before moving up and teasing her ear.

"Mmmm, I can't wait to taste you," he moaned softly, making her shiver in his arms. "I've been thinking about your pussy all day now and I can't wait to feel it under my tongue."

"Yes," she moaned in response. He felt her push her hips into his, felt her bump against his hardened cock.

"Soooo eager," he whispered in her ear, leaning his body against hers as his lips kissed her neck again and again. He swiped his tongue against her neck in a long, slow lick that made her she shiver and groan. He laughed softly as he repeated it, again and again, slowly tasting her flesh.

"I've been thinking a lot about that tongue," she moaned softly.

"I bet you have," he whispered, his hands moving over her back and sides and down onto her ass. He pulled her kimono up, exposing the bare flesh of her ass to his hands and he cupped her cheeks tightly, squeezing them. She groaned again as he bit her neck aggressively.

"You like my tongue, do you?" His fingers slid down the crack of her ass, teasing her asshole and pussy.

"Oh, God, yessss," she moaned, her body trembling with desire.

Suddenly, he backed away from her and slowly walked over to the couch, kneeling in front of it as if expecting her.

Danielle stood there, panting, so wanting him to lead her. She felt lost without him, so teased and aroused, wanting him back so badly. Where she once felt power and control, she now felt a total lack of control. The desire he generated in her had taken over full control of her body and mind. He patted the seat cushion on the couch, encouraging her to join him. Building up the courage, she moved further into the room and sat down in front of him, staring at him as if shy with a touch of hope. He moved directly in front of her and stopped, looking down at her body, slowly licking his lips, almost salivating like a hungry animal that had found its dinner.

It almost made her cum.

Danielle was panting loudly, watching the pure, unbridled lust on his face. She knew she looked the same way, wanting him so badly. She could feel her body tingling all over with desire. She knew that he was waiting patiently, waiting for her to assume the position he wanted. Slowly, she lifted her left leg and lay it over the arm of the couch. She was almost embarrassed to do this with him just watching her, to show him exactly what she wanted from him. Watching the expression on his face, she lifted her right leg and set her foot on the edge of the couch, opening her thighs widely, exposing herself to him.

She gulped as his hands moved to her right foot, his fingers lightly stroking across each toe, feeling the ridge between them, feeling the arch of her foot and the bone in her ankle. Slowly his hand crept up her calf, sliding along every ridge, feeling the curve of her muscle, feeling the bone of her shin. He moaned softly, commenting on the smoothness of her skin.

He bent forward, his lips and tongue sliding along each toe, his tongue slithering between each toe. She watched him kiss each toe individually, watched his tongue caress and tease her. His mouth moved up her leg, following along her shin and calf, behind his fingers. When his tongue reached her knee, his fingers gently teased the inside of her thigh, the tips tracing so close to her pussy.

He lifted her leg in the air, extending it, as his lips and tongue caressed behind her knee. She moaned sharply, so excitedly. He seemed to take forever, teasing her, building up her excitement to such an extreme height. He slowly set her foot back down on the couch, continuing his journey.

His cheek brushed against the inside of her knee as his fingers slid along the thin boundary between her flesh and panty. She could feel his hot breath and panted excitedly as she watched him. His hand palmed her mons, his palm pushing into her as he softly kissed down her inner thigh. Every kiss, every nibble, every flick of his tongue on her flesh sent ripples of pleasure through her. She knew she was going to have a quick and hard orgasm. He was turning her on so much. All she could do was sit there and feel it.

He sat and watched his handiwork as his other hand joined the first, and pulled her flesh apart, opening her up wider, pulling and trapping the sheer material of her panty between her labia. He smiled as he stroked his finger up and down her bare lips, then, circling gently and slowly around her clit before moving back down again.

"Oh God," Danielle moaned softly. Her wetness was leaking out onto her panties and was definitely making them so wet. She knew he could smell her excitement, could feel it beneath his fingertips. But he just continued smiling, continued to tease her.

"Such a pretty pussy," he whispered softly, never taking his eyes off it. "So hot... so wet... so delicious. I do love licking you."

His hands moved to her hips, his fingers hooking into her panties and pulled them down and off her legs. He then helped her reassume her position. Vince leaned forward, his hands going beneath her ass, cradling her cheeks as his mouth lowered towards her overheated flesh. She watched as his tongue slipped out from between his lips and he took long, slow, lightly-touching licks up her labia. The tip barely touching her as he moved up and down on both sides of her, teasingly.

"Oh my God!" she moaned again and again.

She wanted to beg him... wanted to scream and demand that he lick her... wanted the grab his face and force herself onto his luscious mouth... but all she could do was sit there and watch.

Slowly, he circled her vaginal opening with his finger and pushed the tip just inside of her. His tongue made shorter licks on her pussy then, soft and cat-like, occasionally brushing across her clit. Her toes curled, her body shivered with need and desire. she'd waited so long for this. She needed it so badly.

He was so sure of his technique, driving her crazy and then backing down again, giving her a chance to breath. She wondered how he learned to lick pussy so well, wondered how she could keep him for herself for eternity.

Before she could get used to him, his tongue strokes changed again, sometimes licking up and sometimes licking side to side across her clit, sending bolts of pleasure slamming through her. She was starting to pant loudly now, telling him how much she loved this. While the one finger pushed just a little deeper inside her, another teased her perineum, slowly circling it. She didn't know how much more she could take of this teasing.

Every breath was a loud pant. Her body was shaking and it was difficult for her to hold this position, but she dared not move, dared not make him stop. He was playing her so wonderfully, building her up to her peak so slowly and masterfully.

Then he added pressing the flat of his tongue directly onto her clit, bathing it with heat and wetness that was sending her through the roof. She moved her hips against him, fucking his tongue as he pushed two fingers inside her, curling them upwards and caressing her G-spot. Her body was shaking badly now, writhing on the couch beneath him. She held her head with both hands in disbelief, not knowing what to do with them.