One Night at the Office (One Night Series)
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His eyes roamed up and down her body again. "If you're a good girl, Miss Ross, then I'll let you cum twice."
"If it pleases you, Mr. Masterson."
He sat down in his chair again, his gaze now firmly on her breasts. One side of the cardigan flopped open, exposing the very top of her left one. She reached up to undo the next button, but then she stopped.
"Do you want me to strip for you?" she said.
Chris grinned. "Yes. Strip."
"Do you want me to dance for you, too?" She returned the smile. "I'm so good at dancing naked."
"No," he said and leaned back in his chair. "Stay there and get naked. Now."
Given that she'd fantasized about being on stage in front of naked men, Kathryn could think of nothing that turned on her on more than stripping in front of a man like Chris. Her hand found the next button on the cardigan just as soon as he finished his sentence. With slow, leisurely movements, she undid one button, then the next, and then the third one, which opened up the cardigan and allowed full view of her breasts and an expensive bra. She pulled her arms through the cardigans sleeves and it fell to the floor. Her eyes stayed on him as she unzipped the back of her skirt, and that fell to the floor in a swift movement, too.
Now, Kathryn stood in front of him in a black lace bra with a front clasp and a pair of see-through black panties with a hipster waistband. The wetness between her legs grew with every second that passed, and she allowed herself a groan as she broke the clasp on the bra and her large, round breasts fell free.
When Chris licked his lips in anticipation, she stopped, her left hand on her right breast.
"Do you want me to continue?" she said. "Do you want to see my wet little pussy?"
He nodded and Kathryn resumed her striptease. Both of her hands slid down her stomach until they found the delicate waistband of her panties. She hooked her thumbs around the elastic, took a deep breath, spread her legs and pulled the panties down. When the underwear reached her knees, she bent over at her waist so that Chris got a full view of her breasts as she removed the last piece of clothing her body. She didn't straighten up until the panties had a place on the floor.
"Very good," he said. "Keep your high heels on, and come here."
She followed his orders and moved behind the desk. When she did, she saw what the back of her mind had suspected. At some point during her striptease, or maybe even before it, Chris Masterson had unzipped his pants and freed his cock. It was erect and bulging, and her eyes widened when she saw it.
"It wants you," he said.
"I can tell."
"You make me so hard." Chris folded his right hand around his cock and motioned for her to come closer with his other. "I want you to suck it." A pause. "I want you to suck it on your knees."
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Kathryn didn't reply; she just slid to her knees.
Chris's office chair had a mat underneath it, and she positioned her naked body on it as she took his cock in her hand. "I can't wait to taste this," she said. "I can't wait to feel you in my mouth."
He grunted a reply and guided her head closer to his waiting hardness. She took all of him in her mouth and rolled her tongue over his length a few times to warm him up. It didn't take long for his body to jerk and shudder from the teasing and tantalizing.
"Yes," he said after a few deep breaths. "Take me. Suck me. Hard."
She smiled to herself and kept going. Kathryn knew how to give good head; she'd never had any complaints when it came to her oral skills. Unlike most women, she understood the nuances of it; she knew that good oral sex didn't come from mindless licking or fast bobs up and down on his dick. When Kathryn gave a guy head, she took care to build up the pleasure over time, increasing the movement of her tongue and the sucking of her mouth until her partner could no longer take it and released himself to a hazy, mind-blowing orgasm. She also understood something most women didn't: oral sex didn't make her submissive in the bedroom.
Oral sex was another way for a woman to have control.
"Yes," Chris said as she sped up her movements on his dick. His left hand found her right breast, and he kneaded her already hard nipple. "That's the way I like it. Just like that. Damn, you suck so well, you little naughty office girl."
They stayed that way in silence for a few more minutes as she sucked and licked him. His periodic groans and moans of extreme pleasure kept her wet and ready. She knew that once he came in her mouth, she'd demand him inside of her.
She craved him. She craved his cock. And she craved a mind-blowing orgasm in his office.
"You better be able to go twice," she murmured when he let out his loudest moan yet. "I'll want you right after you cum in my mouth."
"Just thinking about that tight little pussy is driving me to the edge," he said.
She replied by deep-throating him as far as she could in her mouth. Chris was only seconds away from coming. She'd given enough head in her life to know the signs. A few more moments, and she'd send him to oblivion.
And that's when he surprised her.
Instead of staying in her throat to cum, he pushed her head off his cock and pulled on her naked body. Her eyes widened in surprise, and she wondered for a brief second if she'd done something he didn't like.
"I don't want to come inside your mouth," he said. "I want that pussy. Now. On my desk."
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In as flash, he yanked her up to the desk. One hand pushed her down on it as the other fumbled in the desk drawer. Kathryn lay on top of memos, pens, company documents and more, but she didn’t care. The adrenaline of the moment had taken over. She sensed what he wanted, and she spread her legs wide on the desk when he found the silver condom package near the top of the drawer.
“You keep condoms at work?” she said.
“I do,” he said as he ripped open the package and slipped it over his still hard cock. “For emergencies.”
She laughed as he covered her mouth with his for the first kiss of the evening. His tongue entwined with hers and she savored the moment. When he pulled away, Chris rammed his cock inside of her. She gasped at the fullness.
“This is what I wanted,” he said. “A juicy office fuck.”
He pulled her butt so that part of it hung off the desk. She groaned in appreciation as he moved deeper inside her.
“That’s what you wanted,” he said after a few thrusts. “You wanted my dick inside your tight pussy, didn’t you?”
Kathryn didn’t respond. She just let her head fall back against the desk as his hands roamed up and down her breasts. She rocked back and forth as he pushed against her.
In. Out. In. Out. In. Out.
He sped up with each thrust, and the longer it went on, the more she wanted. She bit her lip and tried to hold back her moans, but as Chris fucked her harder and harder, she found it impossible to hold back her emotions.
“I want to cum,” she murmured as he ensnared one of her nipples in his teeth. “Don’t stop.”
Chris responded with harder thrusts into her pussy.
In. Out. In. Out. In. Out.
They moved together on the desk in a frenzy. The drawers shook. Papers fell to the floor, and a cup of pens and pencils tumbled off the desk. Both of them gave into their carnal desires and worked toward release. She groaned his name, and Chris replied with hers. She begged for more, he pushed harder inside her.
Before long, they both orgasmed.
“Kathryn,” he said in a guttural voice as he released himself inside of her. He shuddered and shook as his cum released, one of the best and most surprising orgasms he’d ever had.
“Yes,” she said. “Fuck me . . . don’t stop . . .”
Kathryn shut her eyes and let her own powerful orgasm wash over her body. It vibrated from her core, small waves that touched every cell in her body. No one had ever made her cum like Chris Masterson. No one.
In the haze of pleasure, part of her still couldn’t believe that she’d hated him so much when she first met him. So what if he acted
like a jerk at the office? Underneath his tailored suits of perfection, he had a body that pleased her more than any she’d ever encountered. She was drawn to him in a raw, needy way, and she never wanted that to stop, ever.
“You’re a great fuck,” she said as he pulled away from her a few moments later. “And I mean a fantastic one.”
He smiled as he pulled the condom off his cock and tossed it in the trash. “So are you, Ms. Ross. So are you.”
“I used to think you were nothing but a heartless asshole,” she said, still lying on the disheveled desk. “And I kinda hated you.”
“Most women do.” A pause as he seized the opportunity to leisurely run his fingers up and down her still wet, still sensitive pussy. “And do you still feel that way?” His left index finger slid inside of her, and she bucked her hips in response.
“No,” she said, and smiled up at him. “No, not at all.”
“Good, because I plan on fucking you several more times at least before this little affair of ours is over.”
She drew in a long breath as his finger moved deeper inside of her and his thumb began to massage her clit. “Several more times.”
“Yes, Miss Ross. Several more times.”
She closed her eyes and bit her lip as pleasure began to build inside of her again. This night was far from over, and she liked that, but she also liked what he’d just said. Now that she had Chris again, she had no intention of giving him up.
And it sounded like she wouldn’t have to at all.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
NATALIE PRATT likes sex, living on the edge, and naughty behavior. A full-time writer under a different name, Natalie has always had a kinkier side. Now, she's glad she gets to share it with readers. She lives in the Midwest, loves fancy parties, and salivates over dark-haired men who hold powerful positions.
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