Damian's birthday finally arrived, and I was more than prepared to give him a night he wouldn't forget! I wanted to surprise him at his office. I had only been there once a few years back with my parents, when he made partner. I knew he had his own office, and it was boujee! He had two leather sofas, a giant black desk, that looked like it was salvaged wood from Noah's ark. The wood was as thick as my thigh in some spots, I remember thinking it must have taken at least four guys to bring it in! He had a regular sized fridge stocked with drinks, alcoholic and non, snacks, and ingredients to build delicious sandwiches. My parents would meet him at his office for lunch on occasion so I didn't think it would be a big deal if I popped in.
I walked into the small store front building and climbed a flight of stairs. His small law firm was on the second level of the only fancy looking building in the smallish vacation town. There was an empty reception desk in front of me when I got to the top of the stairs. It was nearly 5pm on a Friday so maybe the receptionist had gone home.
After taking a peak around, I found a bank of offices along one side of the floor. Most had their blinds closed, Damian's didn't. There he sat, a vision in his tailored suit, this is when I realized he may have ruined me for all future conquests. He has taught me every important lesson I have learned about sex, and we havent even done it yet!
His head snapped up, like he could feel me standing there, fogging up his door. He did not look pleased, his lips settled into a thin line, and he made a gesture with his hand that told me to get in quickly as he rose from his desk. Even though I could tell he was angry, seeing him in that navy blue suit that fit him perfectly made my knees weak. He didn't rush to me like it looked like he was doing, he passed me, closed the door, hit a button on the wall and the blinds started closing.
I sat on the leather sofa that faced the window, overlooking the street, my back to Damian, and he was walking up behind me.
My pigtails were pulled hard, making my head snap back. He was looking down at me, his face was red and his eyes were intense.
"Georgia, what were you thinking coming here? Your parents, our neighbors, they cannot know and your fuck all, sex goddess outfit, screams 'I'm coming to fuck Damian'."
He let go of my hair, and I knew he was genuinely angry with me, or it seemed like he was. He came around the sofa and sat next to me, his hand flew out grabbing my wrist, and he pulled me across his lap.
"You have been very naughty little girl, and I think you are going to need to be punished before I take you home and fuck you all over my house."
I was still so pleased that of every woman in Damain's life, he chose to spend this signifigant birthday with me. I was so flattered and yet it seemed fitting, he told me that I would be his gift to himself, so I was. Following his instructions has been a turn on for us both.
He will send me texts to insert the small vibe he got me, that can be controlled via an app on his phone. Then he will send through programs of vibrations that he has made just for me. His instructions will always be something involved like,' before you cum, stop, then start again thirty minutes later, call me, and I will tell you when you can cum'.
So there I was laying over his lap, not very gracefully, my skirt riding up to my waist and the fact that I wasn't wearing underwear was no longer a mystery. I barely got through that thought when his large hand came down hard on my ass. It stung, more than I was expecting and his hand ran over the offended flesh, light as a feather, soothing the heat. "SMACK" without warning his hand lifted and spanked my tender flesh again. This time, when he ran his fingertips over my hot skin, he dipped his large hand lower between my thighs, and ran his thumb, pressing lightly over my wet slit, up my ass crack. I bucked my hips against his lap, and felt his raging hardon pressing into belly.
His hand left my skin again, only to come down in another hard slap, lower, almost the underside of my exposed ass cheeks.
"Spread your legs more," he murmured, as though he were preoccupied.
When I stole a glance he was looking away from my face, focused on my ass, almost fixated. I followed his instructions and spread my legs, I could feel the cool air of his office against my hot thighs. Then his hand came down hard again, this time between my legs, slapping my pussy hard, and pushing his fingers against my warm and wet entrance. I could hear his breathing get heavier, and could feel his cock throbbing, pushing against my stomach through our clothing. Damian was very turned on, I have only seen him this mindlessly ravenous once, that's when he held me against the wall and fucked my pussy lips until we both came. That is when he told me that finally fucking me would be his birthday present to himself.
His fingers easily slid between my slippery lips, four of them sliding up and down, rubbing every sensitive piece of flesh there. Before I could ride his hand, he pulled it away and it came back down on my pussy with another spank. I cried out in pain, frustration and need, his fingers burrowed between my swollen lips again, one pushing against the entrance of my dripping pussy. As his warm fingertip pushed, wetness seeped out, coating the entire digit. I am not sure but I think this is what sent Damian over the edge, because he sucked in his breath, froze, then quietly told me to go sit on his desk.
I reluctantly pulled myself from his lap, straightened my skirt, put a little extra sway in my hips and followed his orders. I sat facing him, on the edge of the desk, my legs spread, and swinging just a little. He looked hungry, like a predator when he stalked toward me. As he reached me his hand quickly gripped my chin, his wide torso spreading my legs even further.
He pulled my head up so I was staring into those gorgeous eyes,"I dont think I can wait to fuck your wet and delicious pussy, but I am going to try".
With that he fell to his knees in front of me, grabbed my legs, pulled them over his shoulders, and dove into me face first. I felt his lips and nose slide into my wet, swollen lips, rubbing hard up my slit.
His nose hit my clit hard, finally getting that pressure I needed, I couldn't control myself, it felt too good, like a hard thin tongue playing with me. I threw my head back, "Oh my god, Damian," I moaned loudly at the high ceiling while grabbing fistfuls of his hair, pushing his face into my pussy even harder.
At that moment a door was slammed, near by, not far from us. We both stopped, he got up quickly and we both looked at the door. We heard a female voice, she sounded angry but she was too quiet to hear. Then a louder male voice, yelling apologies, and another door slammed.
"That's my partner, he's right down the hall. We should leave before he decides to check if anyone heard him." Damian was speaking in almost a whisper. "I'll drive."
We drove in silence until we reached the ocean front drive. It was pitch black between the well spaced street lights high above. Every few seconds the interior of the car would illuminate and then we would be back to dashboard lights and darkness.
