Operation Seduction
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He smiled. “That’s all right. I’m not quite ready for that, either. But I’m not too sure I want to share you around the office anymore after I’ve had you. Do you think you could be my girlfriend exclusively for a while?”
My heart skipped a beat. “Yeah, I could do that,” I whispered.
His arms encircled me and our lips met. The kiss of promise deepened. He lifted my hips up and allowed me to slip the condom over his cock before lowering me gently onto his erection. I grasped the back of the chair for balance, gasping in both surprise and delight as his thick member stretched me to the limit. He began rhythmically pumping into me.
“I’m not hurting you or anything, am I?” he asked a few strokes later.
“God, no! You’re fucking fantastic.” I laughed and swayed my pelvis forward meeting his thrusts. “I mean you’re absolutely wonderful.”
“You don’t know how much I needed to hear that. Some of my former girlfriends have told me that I was… I was too…”
“Perfect?”
“Too big. They complained that I practically ripped them in half at times. They kept telling me to ease up. It just ruined the moment.”
I moaned and swiveled my hips in slow circular motion that made us both gasp with delight. “Oo! What bitches! Feel free to rip me in half with your luscious cock any time you like, Superman.”
Grinning, he increased the speed and depth of his strokes. My hands massaged his broad shoulders, and my head tilted backwards as a cry of joy erupted from my throat. “Yes! Don’t let up! Faster—faster!”
Like a man possessed he growled his enthusiasm. My pussy muscles clenched tightly about his length. I urged him on, I begged him not to hold back.
Dizzy with building desire, I didn’t notice when he stood up with me still impaled on his hard on. Gently he spread me across the end of the conference room table. I didn’t mind the cold, solid surface against my back now with Kent’s hard hot cock repeatedly ramming into my cunt. He lifted my high heels high about his shoulders, steepening the angle of entry and deepening his strokes. I screamed as pleasure-pain sensations overwhelmed my senses. Stars swirled and rainbows whirled across my field of vision. The familiar tension began to build low in my belly as my pussy clenched and spasmed about his swollen length, milking him for all he was worth.
“Ah, you’re so tight—so wonderfully tight.” His breathing came fast and shallow. “I don’t think I can last much longer.”
“Neither… can… I.” My arms flailed about as the first of my orgasms began. Kent grabbed my hips and held on for dear life, pressing a thumb against my clit, triggering yet another series of bliss-filled explosions. “Yes! Oh, God, yes!”
With superhero control my partner continued ramming his rod into me, deeper and harder and faster. The sound of his balls smacking hard against my wetness drove me over the edge once more. My mind soared through the heavens as he delivered the killing thrust. He cried out my name and his cock pulsed within me.
Exhausted from our pleasuring, we collapsed into each other’s arms on the plush carpeting and fell into a contented sleep.
* * * *
“Shit!” I jumped up from my lover’s arms and looked out the conference room window. “It’s morning!”
“Say wha…?” Kent slowly sat up and rubbed his stiff limbs. “We fell asleep and stayed here in the conference room all night?”
“That appears to be the size of it.” I clapped my hands in glee. The smell of sex and the sight of his hard on immediately cleared the cobwebs from my brain. “And you appear to be of a ‘size’ this morning, too, my big, thick Superman. Wanna do it at the window sill as the sun rises?”
He pulled me down into his arms and kissed me passionately, waking my senses with his male scent, male warmth, male… everything. “Yeah, sounds romantic.”
“Yeah, it does” I giggled. “So, where did you dispose of the used condom last night?”
“Hmm, I don’t really know. I guess I flushed in the restroom that’s located just outside the door.”
I ran to the door and checked it. “No, it’s still locked. I don’t think you went out.”
“Crap.” Kent ran a hand through his straight black hair and grimaced. “I sure hope I didn’t deposit it in one of Mr. White’s drink glasses in the liquor cabinet.”
“Oo!” I ran over to the drinks cabinet and opened it. “Nope, it seems untouched.”
“Good. Oh, well, it’s bound to turn up somewhere. We’ve got to keep looking.”
I kneeled next to him on the carpet. “In a minute. I haven’t had my breakfast yet.”
And with that I rolled him onto back and decorated him with butterfly kisses from the top of his head, down his high cheekbones, and across his strong neck and broad shoulders. I tarried at his nipples, licking and nipping at them until they stood pointed and sensitive to the touch. My tongue then painted lazy circles across his flat abs down to the hairy junction between his thighs. He didn’t fight me this time as I took his cock into my mouth and sucked and pumped it until it stood proudly at attention.
“I get some breakfast, too, right?” He grabbed my hand and pulled me upward. “Or do you want me to rip you in half again?”
I smiled. “Please do.”
We tried it in several positions on the soft carpeting, but I found doggie style the most comfortable for our early morning exercise. Of course, I’d have to wear pants for the next six weeks or so to cover my rug-burned kneecaps, but it was worth it.
“Fuck me harder, faster, deeper!” I shouted as my lover pounded my pussy from behind. “I want more of that cock… I need more of you inside me.”
“And I can’t get enough of your tight cunt.” Kent moaned and held fast to my hips so he didn’t ricochet off with each bounce against my ass. “Oh, no… I’m so out of practice. I can’t last much longer my sexy little office slut.”
The smacking sound of his balls pounding against my sensitive region inflamed my lust. I rocked my pelvis in counterpoint to his rhythm, increasing the depth of his thrusts against my G-spot. “Then rocket me to the next dimension, Superman.”
Shrieking with ecstasy, we orgasmed together, convulsing with the intensity of our lovemaking. We melted to the floor where we rolled about laughing in each other’s arms.
“I think I know where the first condom disappeared to,” he said with a grin.
“Where?” I sat up. “I don’t see it.”
He pointed. “Look underneath the table. However it got stuck up there I haven’t a clue.”
I covered my mouth with a hand. “Oh, my… It’s just like bubble gum under the desks in high school!”
Suddenly a furious knocking at the conference room door startled us.
“Are you all right in there?” Scruffy, the building janitor, called out. “I thought I heard someone screaming.”
“Oh, shit!” I whispered. “Whose screaming do you suppose Scruffy heard?”
“Probably yours—higher voices carry better than bass ones.”
I raised an eyebrow. A geek boyfriend was a good thing to have around in a pinch. “I thought I saw a mouse in the corner,” I lied sweetly, “but it was nothing. I’m sorry. I worked all last night to get this presentation speech to show to Mr. White first thing Monday morning, and I must have fallen asleep at the table.”
“Well, as long as you’re all right I’ll be in the back cleaning out the break room.” Scruffy’s voice faded away and then suddenly came back. “You wouldn’t happen to know where Mr. Clarke is, would you? I thought I saw his car out in the lot, but the rest of the office is empty.”
“Oh, Mr. Clarke,” I began slowly. “He got a ride home with Stewie last night. I think he said his car battery was dead. He’s coming back later today to jump it.”
“Okay. I’ll let you finish your work now. I’ll clean the conference room later.”
We both breathed a long sigh of relief as the janitor went about his business. Kent pulled me into his embrace, kissing me ten
derly about the neck and face.
“Hmm… You think he suspected anything?” I asked my lover, coming up for air a few long moments later.
“Probably. Scruffy is a wise old coot. He knows the only thing I’ll be jumping later today are your bones.”
Before I could shriek again with laughter, Kent quickly covered my lips with his own.
About the Author
Celine Chatillon is the alter ego of multi-published contemporary romance novelist, Cynthianna Appel. Celine finds writing erotica a very pleasant departure from her day job as a small press manuscript reader. Her recent eXtasy titles include Brandi Whyne and Her Incredibly Erotic Adventures and A Middle Class Existence.
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