by Clara Moore
I sucked and licked as best I could as Harry held my head in place, allowing me to pleasure him as his dick sat deep in my mouth. His voice was more frantic this time, more passionate.
“I’ve waited years to see you like this, Kelly, on your knees, sucking my dick like a subservient little slut. I’m going to come in your mouth, and if you swallow every drop, I might just let you fuck me next time. You understand?”
I barely had time to look up at him before his cock exploded in my mouth, pumping jets of spunk down my throat. I swallowed as best I could, but I few drops leaked free. He let me suck and lick him clean before tucking his deflating erection back into his pants. I ran my hands through my hair, and tried to process what had happened. The pressure between my legs, my arousal at being used like this, was unbearable, even Harry reached for the door.
“No, wait, don’t open it yet!”
He ignored me, and pumped to handle. “Look, Kelly, if you keep your mouth shut, next time it’ll be your pussy I’m fucking instead of your mouth. Does that sound agreeable to you?”
My mouth dropped open, and I tried to protest. “You can’t just use me as your personal cum dumpster then leave!”
“What are you going to do about it?” He grinned that arrogant grin down at me, and then opened the door, letting it hang behind him. Pulling my skirt down, I leapt forward to close it, but not before someone outside got a glimpse of me.
Patrick was standing a few feet from my door, using the photocopier, and must have had the commotion- he turned around, and his eyes widened at the sight of me in my crumpled skirt and unbuttoned blouse. But there was something else there, too, besides his surprise-arousal. Pure, unadulterated arousal. For a moment, his expression matched mine, and then I slammed the door, sank to the floor, and slid my hand underneath my skirt for some relief.
As I pressed my fingers against my clit, I tried to process what had just happened. Sure, what happened with Harry had been hot, but here I was left to my own devices to make myself come. That didn’t seem right. And, even if he was a hot, sexy billionaire, I wanted a guy I could show off to my friends before he fucked me senseless. As my pussy began to clench and my orgasm drew nearer, my mind flashed with the image of Patrick and the way he’d just looked at me. The memory of the desire in his eyes sent me, with a single cry, over the edge, and I felt relief was over me as I finally, finally came. And it was then that I knew that, no matter what, I needed to fuck Patrick. There was nothing empowering or mojo-improving about servicing a man and having him leave me to finish myself; I wanted to give pleasure and to be pleasured, and I knew that Patrick was the man to do it. Now, I just had to figure out how to make that happen.
So I tried. I tried as hard as I could. I spent the week leading up to the party trying to seduce him every which way I knew how. I called him into my office in the morning, where I would perch on the desk, my perfectly smooth bare legs only a few inches from him, and try to avoid his oblique questions about what exactly he’d seen in his glimpse through my door on Monday. I refused to answer him, because there was something insanely hot about having a secret of that magnitude. I knew it shouldn’t have been such a turn-on for me, but it was- I was determined to have him, no matter what. But I didn’t want to fuck a spoken-for man, even if I could tell that my persistent attempts at seduction were making him waver. After all, for the last few years it had been him flirting with me, and here I was basically presenting myself to him for whenever he wanted to take me. And he couldn’t. I knew it was driving him insane, and the thought of him, lying awake at night, picturing the way my ass looked when I bent over my desk, made me giggle.
I got braver as the days went on and, by Friday, I did the unthinkable- I came in to work without panties or a bra on. I threw a jacket over my thin white shirt so that no-one would see my erect nipples beneath the fabric, and waited for Patrick to stop by for our morning catch-up.
As the door opened, I casually glanced up. “Oh, hey, Patrick.” I said, trying to sound cool, “How’re you doing?” Casually, I wriggled my arms out of my jacket and laid it on the back of my chair, taking my time to turn back around. I wanted to cheer with delight when I saw his face, goggling at the flesh straining at the confines of my tight shirt.
“I’m…good,” he replied, and the way he voice caught at the back of my throat told me that I was doing a good job. Damn, Patrick was hot when he was turned-on. His eyes darted across my body, taking in my legs in their high heels and the way my stockings disappeared up my short skirt. Yes, I knew it was totally unprofessional, but I had already allowed one of our investors to watch me finger myself. We were far beyond the “take it to HR” stage now.
“Glad to hear it,” I gave him a wide, sincere smile as I stood up and turned around, fractionally hitching up my skirt so he caught a glimpse of my bare flesh. “I wanted to talk to you about our options for this party tomorrow night.” I leant down to pick up my folder off a low shelf, and I heard Patrick inhale sharply behind me. Oh yes, he saw me, all right. He caught that glimpse of my bare pussy and asshole, and I could tell by the look on his face when I turned to face him that he was struggling not to vault the desk and take me right there. I sat down again, placing the folder out in front of him, and began to run through the music options. I could see him shifting uncomfortably in his chair, and was delighted at the effect I was having on him. He nodded along, occasionally letting out the odd vague sound of approval. I wondered if his brain was still hung up on the image of my shaven pussy, the glimpse I had just treated him to. Suddenly, he blurted it out.
“I want to come. To the party, I mean. I’ll come, tomorrow night.”
“Oh, I thought you had your engagement party?” I cooed gently.
“I’ll find a way out of it. I just really think I should be there, you know?” He said emphatically, his eyes darting momentarily to my nipples. He bit his lip, and I imagined those teeth tugging at my breasts. Squirming in my seat, I tried to focus on the victory I’d just won- he was going to be there tomorrow night. And free champagne, a very short dress, and the knowledge that he was going to be thinking of me all night long would be enough to push this into something real. I knew I was getting fixated on this idea- maybe a little too fixated- but every time I caught Patrick’s eye, I felt a flood of feeling down below, as if something was telling me that I needed to fuck his brains out.
“That’s wonderful. I look forward to seeing you there.” I flashed him a smile, and closed the folder, slowly placing it back in it’s spot so that he caught another tantalising glimpse of my now-damp pussy. “I guess I’ll see you then?”
He nodded, swallowing, then stood up. “Yeah, I’ll see you then, Kelly.” Turning, he stepped out of the office and made his way back to his desk. Crossing my legs I felt my bare flesh rub up against the inside of my skirt, and fought the urge to slide my hand between my legs again. No, better to save that all for tomorrow night. I had a point to prove, a man to fuck, and a cheating ex to get back at. It was on.
I spent hours getting ready for the party the next day. After all, it had been a long time since I’d had the excuse to dress up, as garage workers didn’t tend to get invited to many swanky industry events. Harry had also announced his intentions to come along tonight, and I wondered if he would acknowledge what had happened between us in that office. Part of me hoped he would, and part of me hoped he didn’t- I still wasn’t sure how I felt about the incident, past the fact that it had been super-hot but he’d also been kind of a dick. I wanted to focus on Patrick tonight.
I curled my hair so that it fell in long, smooth waves down my neck, and picked out my favourite dress- a clingy halter-neck that falls just above the knee, and practically requires no panties in order to avoid VPL. I slicked on a layer of deep red lacquer so that my lips shimmered when they caught the light, and made sure my eye make-up was dark and dramatic. I didn’t want to hold back. I wanted to be the hottest, sexiest, most fuckable woman in the room. And then I wanted to get it all
completely messed up by the screw of a lifetime.
I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t wondering if Patrick was thinking the same thing- I had been so certain back in my office, but what if I had imagined it? As I stepped through the door and into the reclaimed warehouse space we were using for the launch, I pushed those thoughts to the back of my head and focused on the event at hand. I had a book to sell.
Making sure my lipstick was perfect and I didn’t have any food in my teeth, I wound my way through the decent-sized crowd to find Grace. She was standing there, looking a little awkward in high heels, trying to make conversation with all the industry pros I’d invited to the party. She had always said to me that she was an author first, and her ability to do anything else came second-including her adeptness at schmoozing the people who could publicize her work. I placed my hand on her arm, and she planted a kiss on my cheek.
“Kelly! I’m so glad you’re here,” she grinned, her eyes a little panicked. I could see why- Dominic Houlson and Ian Rowland were the ones pinning her to the bar with their conversation, and they were two of the harshest critics in the land. The last thing she wanted was to fail to endear herself to them.
“Lovely to see you, Grace, congratulations on the launch. How are you enjoying the party?” I replied smoothly, nodding my greeting at the two critics next to her.
“Oh, it’s great. Could do with some more of this complimentary champagne, though,” she answered, tossing back the last of what was in her glass and looking around for a waitress.
“Well, as long as you’re sober enough to give you speech, drink away. You’ve earned it- this one is going to be huge, I can feel it.” I smiled sincerely at her, trying to instill some confidence. It helped that I really did think her new book was going to make a really impression on the community, but try telling that to a newbie author who you’ve put in a dress against her will.
I felt a hand on my waist, and turned around. Harry.
“Why, hello there, Kelly, I was wondering when I’d get to see you again,” his smile was that big, cocky grin I recognised from when he had worn it while spunking in my mouth. I blushed bright red at the memory, and tried to regain my composure.
“Harry, how great that you could make it.”
“You’ve done a great job here, Kelly, you should be very proud,” he responded, casting his eyes across the room and taking another sip of his champagne. Then he leant in next to my ear, his mouth only a few inches from my skin. “But I was wondering if you wanted to skip the party and let me give you that orgasm you’ve been waiting for.”
I gasped, trying to disguise to shock and arousal on my face as I processed what he’d just said. But then I looked up at him, really took him in, and realized I didn’t give a damn whether he made me come or not. I was just into his power- there was something intoxicating about handing over my control, of having it taken from me like that. But past that he was cocky, and arrogant, and rude, and probably every HR department’s worst nightmare. More to the point, he would probably never genuinely associate with a woman like me- I was far too déclassé for his refined tastes, no doubt. Sure, it would be a fun time for a while, but did I really want to hook up with a man who saw me as so below him that my orgasms didn’t really matter either way?
Leaning in to his ear, I whispered back “I don’t think so,” and sauntered on my way. Hmm, it felt damn good to turn him down- see how he likes being disappointed for once. I didn’t want to turn around and ruin the illusion of my aloofness, so I carried on walking and tried to picture what I thought his shocked expression must look like right now. I didn’t need to fuck a billionaire to prove that I was desirable- I needed to fuck a guy who actually wanted me. And just as that thought crossed my mind, I saw Patrick enter the room, all done up in a smart suit, his hair in disarray as if he’d forgotten that this was black tie. I immediately made my way over to him, and began to pat down his messy mop.
“Pat, come on, you look like-“
“I dumped her, Kelly,” He said, his voice brimming with anticipation and nervousness. “I did it. It’s over.”
“You…you guys split?” I was taken aback. But then, that was exactly what I wanted.
“Yeah. I was thinking about what you were saying, about being sure, and I wasn’t sure, and then, yesterday, in your office…” he gestured vaguely, and I tilted my head at him.
“In my office, what?” I wanted to hear him say it.
He looked at me, his eyes searing into mine. “When you bent over in front of me, and I got a look at your cunt, I knew I couldn’t in good conscious marry another woman without at least fucking you first.”
His voice was clear, and a few people around us quietened down as his words rang out. I shushed him, trying to contain my excitement.
I leant in closer to him, allowing him to feel my lips against his ear. “I need you to fuck me, Patrick. I don’t care how you do it, but I just want to feel your cock filling me up till I cum.”
There was that short intake of breath again, somewhere between shock and intense arousal, and he slid an arm firmly around my waist.
“Now.”
“What?”
“Let’s do it here. Now. You find us a back room, and I will fuck your brains out till you’re screaming my name. Is that clear?” He voice was softer, but firmer, and I couldn’t believe this was the young hottie I’d spent months ogling over my morning coffee. He had always seemed so…gentlemanly, and hearing him tell me what he was going to do was ridiculously hot. Fumbling in my pocket, I pulled out a set of keys that unlocked the staff bathroom.
“Follow me.”
We wound our way through the crowd, his hand in mine, and I caught Harry’s eyes as we ducked to a door behind the bar. He raised his eyebrows at me, and glanced at Patrick; I shot him a hard glare and turned away. I’d found someone who could actually satisfy me, and my pussy was already aching to feel full.
I unlocked the door, and we stepped inside- his hands were instantly all over me, pushing up my skirt and running up my bare thigh, cupping my pussy. His mouth was on mine, his tongue urgent and fast, parting my lips and exploring me. I barely had time to catch my breath before he pulled away from me, slowly inserting a finger inside of me. I practically melted around him, barely able to focus on the words that were coming out of his mouth, as he pressed me up against the sink behind him.
“I’ve wanted you for so long, Kelly. And when you came in yesterday, with those sweet tits of yours poking through that shirt, it took everything I had not to bend you over that desk and fuck you right there. But I wanted to do this right.” His finger was moving in an out of me now, making me gasp, as he continued. “I want to taste that pussy of yours, then I’m going to bend you over this counter and fuck you. Is that clear?”
I nodded, barely able to communicate anything through the intense pleasure he was sending coursing through my body.
“And I’m going to make you come, Kelly. I’m going to make you come over and over again.” His fingers were faster now, his other hand pulling at my dress to reveal my breasts. He leant down and brought his teeth to my nipple, and my body shuddered beneath him. I couldn’t believe how close I was; that was the effect he had on me. It was like the all the tension that had been building over the past week had exploded, and neither of us could hold back. I ground my hips further onto his hand, and he reached his thumb up and gently caressed my clit. In that moment, I lost it- sinking my fingers into his back, I clung to him for support as the orgasm tore through my body. Bucking and moaning, I could barely register his movement as he got to his knees, and pushed my skirt up.
“Mmm, no panties. This is becoming a theme with you, isn’t it? First, in that office, after you’d finished servicing Harry, then yesterday, when you were acting like the filthiest little cock-tease in the whole world, and now, just when I need easy access. I approve,” he smiled, pressing kisses up the inside of my thigh as he spoke. I reached for his head and placed my hands in his hair, tugging and p
ulling as he moved closer to my pussy. By now, I could feel his breath on the sensitive lips of my sex, and he pushed out his tongue and gave me a long, slow lick, right from my slit to the top of my pussy. I gasped, rocking back and forth, urging him to go harder and faster.
He moved his mouth, bringing it to my clit, and ran his tongue over the sensitive nub of flesh. Then, he locked his lips around it and began to suck, hard. I gave up on trying to keep my voice down, my breath coming in sharp gasps as I moaned and groaned at the feeling of his mouth on my cunt, the way he was devouring it like he’d been dreaming of this moment for weeks. I hadn’t had my pussy eaten like this in years, this kind of desperate, hungry motion, and it made me feel so wanted. So desired. Knowing the sexual power I had over this gorgeous man was more than I could bear, and I knew that I wouldn’t be able to take much more. He pulled his mouth away from my pussy, leaving me gasping, and spoke once again.
“Of course, it wasn’t just your pussy that you insisted on showing me yesterday,” he murmured, moving his kisses back, past my slit, and towards my ass. I clutched at his shoulders, standing stock-still, as his tongue flickered over my asshole. I had never had a guy do this to me before and, combined with the feeling of his fingers gently rubbing my clit, I knew it was something I would request over and over again. Moving his face back round to my pussy, he renewed his attack on my clit, licking hard over and over again as I felt that pressure building to unbearable levels. My eyes were squeezed shut, my body rigid, as I focused on the feeling of his tongue between my legs. He pulled away again, drawing a frustrated cry from between my lips.
“Tell me what I’m doing to you, Kelly. Let me hear you say it.”
His tongue moved at a languid pace across my pussy lips and my slit, as I tried to gather my thoughts long enough to verbalise them.
“You’re…oh fuck, you’re licking my pussy, Patrick.”