The Lunch Brea

I knocked softly on your open office door. You looked up, smiled, and told me to come in. I closed the door behind me. You had texted me earlier saying you were having a stressful day: the deadline for the proposal you still had a week to write was pushed up, and you wouldn't have time to go get lunch. So I went to your favorite deli and got all your favorite things to bring to you. When I came into your office, you were sitting at your computer with your shoulders hunched up around your ears and your brow furrowed. My poor sweet stressed baby, I knew then that I needed to do more than just bring you a turkey sandwich. I locked the office door behind me.

I put the bag with your lunch on your desk and walked behind your office chair and began to press down on your shoulders, rubbing them and massaging out the knots. You said how you had been writing for the better part of the morning but still felt like you had hours of work ahead of you. I leaned down and kissed your neck and bit your ear gently.

"Sweet baby, you are so tense. I bet you could write better if you had a release," I whispered gently.

You turned to look into my twinkling eyes, "I bet I would."

I turned your office chair away from your computer and I sat on your knee. I opened three of the buttons on your shirt and slipped my hand inside to touch your warm chest. I kissed you deeply on the mouth and your passionate return kiss felt like a melting of some of the tension in your shoulders.

"I know what you need," I said, smiling. I drifted my hand down to your pants, unbuttoned the top, and slid the zipper down gently. I resumed kissing your neck and slid my hand in to find what I wanted. Your thick cock was getting hard by the second. I licked your neck and bit it gently, and felt you get harder in my hand. You wrapped your hands around my waist and pulled me closer, making a low growl sound of approval and excitement.

"I need to lock my office door," you said quietly.

"I already locked it when I closed it," I whispered. Then I moved from your lap to my knees sitting between your strong legs. "I brought some lunch for you, but I haven't had any lunch today." I said as I pulled your now firmly erect cock from your pants and boxers. I stroked it and looked up into your eyes.

You looked down and brushed my hair out of my face, "you are so beautiful, you always know how to make me feel good," you said smiling.

"I love making you feel good, baby," I said as I started licking up your shaft. You leaned back in your chair and sighed deeply. I wet my lips and rubbed them back and forth across the head of your cock. This move has always made you really excited. You moaned and tangled your hands in my hair, holding my head steady as you shifted your pelvis up into my warm, teasing mouth. I opened my lips and took you inside, gagging slightly as you pushed your cock deep into my mouth, past my tongue and into my throat. My jaw stretching to take you all in, you held my head and let me adjust to your girth and length. Your hands grasped my hair and I began the slow, luscious movement up and down on your thick cock. I moaned and let my tongue wrap around you with each thrust. I moved very slowly up and down even though I knew you liked me to go faster. I was savoring you, allowing myself the pleasure of tasting you and feeling your impossibly thick cock fill me completely. I looked up into your face and saw you looking down at me and smiling. I moved my tongue in circles around your shaft as I moved up and down and watched you close your eyes and clench your jaw. I knew you were close. I reached underneath and cupped your balls, gently tugging on them as you came closer and closer to orgasm.

"Come for me, baby, come hard and let all that tension melt away," I said up to your smiling face while I stroked your now wet and glistening shaft. I then resumed, taking you deeply into my throat more urgently; moving faster and sucking harder. You moaned loudly and pushed my head into your crotch, and then I felt your throbbing cock explode into my throat. I kept sucking and swallowing every drop of your cum, not letting up until every wave of your orgasm spilled out of you. Your hands untangled from my now disheveled hair and I sat back on my heels, catching my breath. You sat up and started to put yourself back into your pants.

"Oh sweet girl, you have really helped me melt all that stress away."

"I hope so, you came hard, babe," I said as I started smoothing my hair back into place and standing up. "And I actually brought you lunch," I opened the bag I had set on your desk, "there's a turkey sandwich from the deli, chips and an apple. I hope you like it, baby."

You looked into my face smirking. Your hands moved up the sides of my sundress and found my knickers, pulling them down and making me step out of them. "Sit on my desk, please." I obliged and parted my knees as you pulled up your chair between them. "There's only one thing I'm hungry for now, and it isn't a turkey sandwich," you said as you lifted my skirt and bowed your head down to my drenched pussy. I leaned back and moaned. What a fantastic lunch break.