She plotted down in the chair next to him. She oozed off that "fuck me" pheromone. "How do you help someone that doesn't want to be helped?" She asked.
"Everyone needs help. They just need the right motivation. Sometimes it's figuring out the right thing to touch in a person." She reached over and gently walked her fingers across his dick. He almost came as hard as he did at home.
"I see how you watch me." She said.
"Yeah, I have been trying to figure out how to bend you over my desk." He confessed. She stood and bent over his desk, hiked her dress up, and pushed her feet apart like a prisoner being searched. Her panties were lavender with pink lace. There was no need to slide them to the side. He could see her beautiful butterfly-like lips. He moved to them like a moth to a candle. His tongue tasted one then licked the tip of the other.
He felt her tremble and heard her gasp at the same time. He pushed his face in further like he had not eaten dinner. Her juices leaked into his mouth, and he sucked them in. He stood up, unbuckled his slacks, and aimed the head between the gateway to heaven.
He put the tip in then pulled back to see if she followed. He did that until she reached around and stroked his dick. Showing appreciation for the girth and hardness. Then she put it back in and pushed back. He stayed still and she rode him with deep strokes. She moaned like a cat in heat. He looked down and watched his dick disappear. It went in and out. As it came out it got whiter and whiter, until it was creamy like the cinnamon roll creamer. He had to take control and show his dominance if wanted her to do it again. He reached forward and pulled her hair back and took control. She knew this command. She arched her back. He talked to her like in his dreams.
"Tell me if this dick is good," he whispered.
"Yes daddy, give it to me." She moaned.
"You can have this dick when you want it." He said.
"Whenever you want to give it to me." She was deep in her passion.
"Ok whenever or wherever we are, and I say I want to fuck, I won't take excuses, or I will punish you. She paused for a moment, then kept on pushing back. He came and cried out. Embarrassed he stood up and looked around in case someone had witnessed him moaning. The office was empty. He was the last one left. He was dreaming again. He fell behind in his work because he couldn't stop fantasizing. He closed his laptop and went home.
