I couldn't stop thinking about him.
My boss, the one with the salt and pepper gray hair, who fucked me over his desk two weeks earlier.
He had been his normal, sassy, playful but stern self. Thanking me, and saying he appreciates my help, the same smile, maybe a little longer than usual eye contact. I didnt think there would be a round two anytime soon, and I was okay with that.
He was there an hour before me this day, and after my audits were done, I found myself chit chatting with an associate when I heard him say my name.
"Are you at your desk?" He called out in a quiet voice, just for me to hear. My heart skipped, and I put my conversation on hold, and stood in his doorway. I wasn't wearing anything cute. A hoodie and leggings, my hair up in a ponytail. But he called me in and asked me to shut the door.
"Have a seat." He said with a matter of fact tone, and I did exactly as I was instructed. My dark brown eyes watched as his hand slipped behind his desk and into his Dockers, a low groan escaping.
"Last week was hot." He said quietly, his dark blue eyes looking me over, then gazed into my eyes and then to my mouth. I'd worn lipstick today, just for fun. Seems he noticed. He stood, and I saw how thick and hard he was. Instantly I licked my lips, and he saw that too.
"That color looks beautiful on you." He murmured as he moved to stand in front of me. My hand reached out and slid over the front of his slacks, slowly unzipping them. His thick rod sprang forth, and my hand slowly encircled it, stroking gently. This man was so neglected. I could see it in his eyes that his wife didn't pay attention to him. He hung on every breath, and every touch. His breathing was shaky, and I couldn't help myself. I needed to taste his cock.
Scooting forward a little more, I leaned in and gently kissed the mushroom tip, then slowly licked the underside, his soft gasp made me look up and his eyes were locked on me. I never let my eyes leave his as I sank down slow, the tip of my nose almost reaching the base of his cock. I had always prided myself on his having a gag reflex, and this was one of those moments. His eyes widened as my throat began tightening around him, and I felt his broad palm come to rest on the side of my neck, gently caressing.
"You have no idea how good this... feels." The last word was caught on the hitch in his breathing as my tongue traced the thick veins of his cock as I slowly pulled off, looking up at him with a look of adoration. I truly did adore him. His touches felt like heaven, fingertips gently pushing strands of hair back. My full lips gently kissed down the length of him, and the satisfied sigh made me smile.
"One of my fantasies is to deep throat you, and have you shoot down my throat." His cock jerked suddenly against my trail of kisses, and I couldn't help the soft laugh.
"You'd let me do that?" He said in a soft tone, careful not to be too loud. I gave a nod before I took him in my mouth once more, his cock slippery with spit as I sank down, swallowing and sucking him hard. His free hand splayed out in the wall above my head for leverage, and that was when I picked up the pace.
With my cheeks hollowing out and my neck arched, I listened to his soft moans and the quiet panting. I was in a steady pace, but I could hear people outside his office, and I couldn't deny that all I wanted was to feel him explode down my throat and let loose of all that tension. He was trembling as he watched me, his low grunt of pleasure had me sopping wet. But this time was about him.
"Ohhh..." it trailed off, but I tasted the dollop of precum, salty and sweet, coating my tongue as I fucked him with my mouth, his hand moving from my neck and shoulder, down to my back, as if he just needed to feel me. It was so sexy, and endearing. I gasped a little for air, and he urged me to look at him, his hand coming to rest on my cheek as he grazed it with his thumb. As I bobbed steadily, my glistened as I watched his mouth form to say my name, and it was the sexiest sound I had heard.
"Please don't stop." He whispered, his eyes shutting tight. That's when I switched it up. I kept the same friction, suction, and caressed him with my tongue. But I went a little faster before reaching in to massage and pull out his heavy sack. His moan was soft, and I knew he enjoyed this. I carefully twirled those heavy spheres in my palm when I felt them begin to tighten up.
"Oh my god. Baby.. I'm ... I'm so close." He managed to get out. But I knew he was. He was close to erupting, and I wanted it. I needed it. I listened and as soon as I heard the shift in his breathing, I relaxed and took a deep breath, sinking down on his cock to swallow it whole, and I continued to bob gently in short little movements.
