This story was written for the
750 Word Project 2025
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Emma's got a black leather chair in her office. It's got a pneumatic riser and a tilt-back lever, which gets the most use. The arms with their soft leather coverings are warm on her skin when she rolls her sleeves up and gets down to work.
"I get so much work done here," she says. "Except when I get distracted."
He comes in, and Emma hands him the sign to hang outside on the door. People know not to disturb Emma, not when she's busy. He locks the door with a click.
She lies back in the chair and he slides his hands in under her skirt to find the waistband of her plain black tights. He pulls them slowly down, all the time watching her eyes. She blinks twice, her eyes going dark. She shakes her head slowly, and her mane of long hair falls to one side.
He drops to his knees before her, and he most blatantly looks. Emma closes her eyes and shifts her ass on the seat. He slides her legs apart, and carefully removes her panties. She hears his silence, feels his long look. She's bare before him, her belly smooth and everything hidden. His tongue finds her centre in slow exploration, then the heat of his mouth in a full mouth kiss, hot on the core of her sex.
She feels her mind lose its grip, turn and twist, long strands of connectivity like the spit on his tongue to her clit. If a man sucks a pussy is he silent? Or is that the sound of her ecstasy? Emma lies further back in the chair. He takes her knees and spreads her wider, eating, kissing, tongue in deeper. Her hands grip the black leather armrests, and he leans into her even more deeply, spreading her cunt to receive him.
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The squeaky chair. I should oil it, the spring where it squeaks. Or it might be part of the mechanism, so maybe I can't fix it
I clamp my legs around him, stay, stay, mmmm he's a torment he's a tease, when I say quick he says slow, when I say hard, he says gentle, his cock, wondrous hard, ohh, ohh, ohhhh he fucks me so slowly every thrust is for me for me, oh god, he's making slow love to me, it's me, it's me, he wants me, me. He wants me to come, he loves me, loves me, and I fucking love him with an intensity, intimacy, such joy. Such joy, such joy, oh god, this rhythm, what's he's doing to me doing to me? Doing me. I'm moaning, I must be moaning, his name in my head his voice there, beauty, my beauty, my mouth, my lips are
He's calling my name, Emma, Emma ohhh, ohhhhh, my whole body it's so warm inside hot fucking fucking, oh god, he's so deep inside me, every fucking hot long bit of him deeper deeper
