by Lynn, KT
“All clear. Now use that filthy tongue of yours,” Tom instructed me in a whisper.
I obeyed, knowing that I was completely in control of his pleasure even if he thought he was the one giving orders. I closed my smooth, plump lips around his swollen erection, sucking teasingly at the tip, causing Tom to give the quietest of groans. Pulling back in warning, I met his lust-filled eyes. I put my finger briefly to my lips. He nodded impatiently, gesturing me to get back to giving him head. I wrapped my lips once more around his thick, throbbing penis, dragging my tongue along the prominent and maddeningly sensitive vein along the bottom, followed by my teeth, grazing ever so lightly over the engorged flesh. Tom groaned again, and I squeezed his thigh in warning.
I was too aroused myself to hold back for long though. I began bobbing my head, taking his erection farther into my mouth, moving my lips across the sensitive flesh, using my teeth and tongue to bring him ever closer to the edge. I swirled my slick muscle around him, entirely engulfing his flesh, loving the slightly salty, musky taste of him. Reaching up one hand, I began to caress his balls in rhythm with my ministrations, stroking delicately along the curve of his sac, playing with them lightly as I sucked hard at his throbbing dick, my fingers finding that sensitive spot which drove him absolutely wild. All the time I was gleeful at how powerless he was, forced to remain quiet and collected as I drove him mad with lust, causing pleasure which would usually have him squirming and groaning before me. It was an added thrill to think of Winston sitting there with his Sudoku, no idea what we were doing just a few paces away from him.
“Gods, Vickie, I’m close,” Tom groaned quietly through gritted teeth. “Hurry up and finish me before Jodie comes back.” The urgency in his voice was like strong liquor to me, and I thought about giving him a few last, lingering sucks to send him over the edge.
I love making him come. I love the flavour and thickness of his seed coating my tongue, love the feeling of him coming undone inside me, love the way he sometimes groans my name as if it’s a prayer. But what I love most is leaving him wanting more, especially when there’s nothing he can do about it. I let him fall from my mouth with a wet pop, and, peeping hastily towards where Winston was picking his fingernails, quickly got out from under the desk, adjusting my skirt and wiping my mouth with the back of my hand.
“See you at the meeting, gorgeous,” I winked, and I sauntered off, incredibly pleased with myself knowing that he was hot and bothered and wanting me.
“Your cheeks are bright red,” Steven remarked as he passed me on the way to Tom’s desk with a bunch of papers. Are you feeling all right?”
“Just a little hot,” I shrugged, and sat back at my desk, breathing a sigh of relief that I had escaped when I had – Steven’s approach would surely have given him the perfect view of what we had been doing. As it was, not a soul was the wiser!
But Tom knew how to get his revenge – and get it he did, later that same day. It was the monthly board meeting, and not only my boss, but her boss too, would be attending – not to mention another twelve people from the office. Entering the room, I knew immediately that Tom was planning something; he made a show of holding out a chair for me and choosing the one next to me, not needing to scoot it any closer at the already snug conference table, but putting one hand on my knee, showing that he was not going to let me go without some form of punishment.
I was excited, the thought of him trying something here, with all these people sitting merely inches away from us, our faces clearly visible to them. But I was apprehensive, even fearful of how far he was going to go – he wouldn’t dare to do anything risky – would he?
As the President opened the meeting, Tom’s hand simply rested on my thigh, his thumb lightly stroking my stocking-clad knee. Even this single motion was arousing, the intimate contact in such a formal setting – if anyone had any idea of what he was doing, it would be a disaster – we’d probably both get fired for even that much. The thought of it caused moisture to pool in my panties, the very gentle stimulation of Tom’s stroking juxtaposed with the thrill of getting away with it.
Tom started to take it further as the President continued to speak. He squeezed my thigh, very lightly, and I jumped a little in my seat, just stopping myself from turning to look at him. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw him supressing a smirk – just how far was he going to test me? I tried to keep my relaxed and attentive posture as he began to stroke firmly up and down my thigh, occasionally squeezing, occasionally pausing to graze his thumb along a particularly sensitive spot of skin. It was deeply arousing, this pleasant sensation under the table whilst men and women with suits listened to the finances for the last quarter.
I had to bite my lip as Tom’s hand ventured further up my thigh, pushing my skirt all the way up so that under the heavy conference table, my black lace panties were exposed to the entire complement of guests. I didn’t dare meet Tom’s eyes – I already felt a blush creeping into my cheeks – today was not the day to be a redhead!
I almost pushed his hand away as he began to touch the thin layer of already damp material covering my pussy. What if I couldn’t keep my reactions hidden? It was too risky! But that simple thought sent a thrill of lust through me – it added to my arousal, and I tried to remain collected as Tom slowly pushed the material aside, stroking his fingers lightly across the outside of my wet folds, teasing me torturously. I picked up my pen and began tapping it against the desk as he sank his fingers boldly between my folds, exploring the wet heat and coating his fingers with my juices. I needed to focus on something other than the coiling desire in my stomach, the throbbing sensation which was building in my abdomen. Part of me needed this to stop, now, before it got out of hand, but more of me wanted to give in to the thrill of what was happening, wanted to go further.
Tom’s thumb found my clitoris and began teasing it gently, pushing the bundle of nerves playfully, stroking over it, stimulating it until my thighs were trembling with suppressed desire. I knew my face was aflame, and sooner or later someone was going to notice, but part of me simply craved the sensation. It was all I could do not to grind down on his fingers to find more friction.
I closed my eyes as two fingers slid into the moist heat of my tunnel, hooking to probe my sensitive walls. I wasn’t going to last much longer – his clever fingers thrusting in and out of my tight, aching pussy accompanied by the tension I was feeling from being merely inches away from another colleague, with over a dozen other people in the room was enough to bring me to climax with the speed and impact of a truck hitting a tree.
But just as the coil of heated desire in the pit of my stomach was about to snap, just as my muscles were beginning to twitch in anticipation of my orgasm, Tom pulled his fingers out, leaving me half relieved, half disappointed at the loss of what had promised to be one of the most intense orgasms ever. Still, maybe it was better that I didn’t scream out my ecstasy in a room full of business associates.
I sat through the rest of the meeting with the deepest impatience, even though there was only around ten minutes remaining. I was almost unbearably horny, my loins still pulsing with arousal. I had to resort to rubbing my thighs together to allay the feeling a little. I knew as soon as the meeting was over something had to be done about it.
Finally, endlessly, we were finished, and I hastened out of the room, only to be caught around the wrist by Steven.
“You looked really poorly in there,” he said, frowning at me in concern. “Maybe you should go and have a quiet sit down somewhere. Veronica’s office will be empty this afternoon – she’s going straight to another meeting. Maybe have a bit of a rest? I’m sure she won’t mind.”
“Thanks,” I smiled at him, sniggering internally at the reason for my supposed illness. “I might just do that.”
In fact, once I had whispered hotly in Tom’s ears to come and join me, I made straight for my boss’s empty office and stripped down hurriedly until I was wearing nothing but my skimpy black lace panties. Carefull
y moving the paperwork under the desk, I spread my body over the polished mahogany surface, leaning back on my elbows, pushing my breasts forwards, crossing my legs provocatively. All I could hope was that it would be Tom and not Veronica who pushed open the door – but the tiny possibility of my boss seeing me in this position, spread lewdly over her desk, made me tingle with arousal.
“Now that’s what I want to come into the office and see every morning,” said Tom approvingly, removing his tie and tossing it carelessly to the floor.
“Well make sure only you see me – close the door – then come over me and fuck me into our boss’s desk.”
“Only too gladly,” Tom groaned, practically ripping off his shirts and unbuttoning his pants as he crossed the room towards me. “You’re so fucking sexy you drive me crazy – I have no idea how I managed to hide my boner from all those people when we left the meeting!”
“Shut up,” I ordered, “and fuck me. I’ve been horny all day.”
“You can say that again,” Tom agreed. He managed to kick off his pants and underwear to reveal his glorious cock, already fully hard and dripping with need, cresting proudly out of his coarse black pubes. The sight of him soaked and ready for me caused my pussy to moisten, the juices flowing onto my thighs, dampening the smooth mahogany beneath me.
There was no subtle teasing or prolonged foreplay this time – we were both too desperate for each other and we had to be quick – the longer we were in here the more likely it was that someone would barge in on us, maybe maintenance, maybe Steven come to check on me, or maybe another colleague who didn’t know that Veronica was out. The possibility only added to our desperation, and Tom’s hands were all over me, grasping, kneading, moving over my smooth flesh hungrily. After planting passionate, demanding kissed to my lips he moved quickly to my neck, my collarbone, then further, littering my heaving breasts with urgent, open-mouthed kisses. My body was already quivering with need and I reached my hands to tangle through his hair, dragging him closer to my body, drinking in every searing kiss before pulling him up again to capture his lips with mine, pulling his naked, eager body on top of mine, needing him inside me, needing to feel his thick, beautiful cock stretching me to my limits.
I almost forgot where we were as Tom finally penetrated me, my heat wrapping around him and engulfing the entirety of his rock hard, throbbing length. I cut my moan off abruptly and we froze as we both realized what I had just done, our eyes turning fearfully to the door – but nothing happened, no footsteps, and soon we were too occupied in rocking and thrusting, my hips grinding against his as my buttocks slid across the now wet mahogany. Aching passion and lust filled my body, the arousal heightened by the knowledge that our boss would be placing a cup of coffee in the very place we were now devouring each other passionately in just a few hour’s time.
“I’m close,” Tom groaned quietly. “God I love being inside you.”
His words were intoxicating, and I could feel my orgasm coming as Tom thrust deep and powerful inside me, slipping in and out of my velvet passage with ease, caressing the sensitive skin and jolting me into a frenzy of delicious sensation. He dipped his head as he kept up the wonderful rhythm, taking one of my oversensitive nipples into his mouth and nipping it between his teeth as he pounded into me.
I came in a wave of sensation, my entire body quivering with pleasure, my juices flowing freely down my thighs and onto the desk beneath me, my body entwined with Tom’s. He followed swiftly as my muscles clamped down around him, squeezing his aching cock in agonising pleasure. I felt his seed release inside me, coating my walls in warmth. We were left gasping and panting, our bodies still wrapped together, the slicked mahogany supporting our guilty pleasure.
We didn’t linger overlong now our lust had been satisfied – quickly I wiped down the desk with a few tissues and pulled on my stockings and skirt – but just as I was pulling on my blouse and Tom was fastening his trousers we heard a knock at the door – and froze. In panic, I gestured for Tom to get under the desk, grabbing his shirt from the floor and throwing it after him. Just in time I fastened my last button and smoothed my hair, seating myself at the desk before the door swung open. It was Steven.
“I just thought I’d check on you,” he said. “I thought I heard moaning – and you still look flushed.”
“Yeah,” I said, trying to sound casual, my heart thudding in my chest. “I’m not feeling so good. I might leave early.”
“All right – well I’ll let Veronica know when she gets back.” Steven turned to leave and I breathed a sigh of relief. Then he paused, his face clouding with a frown. My heart lurched – he had spotted Tom’s tie, still lying where he had discarded it earlier. I held my breath, Tom under the desk, as Steven stared at the tie on the floor. Had we been discovered?
School for Young Ladies
by Harriet Lovelace
Themes: rough sex; lesbian
Like every private school, St Martins prided itself on the order and obedience of its students. The girls were exemplary, and justice was metered out swiftly by both staff and senior monitors. The monitors team was lead by one Clairisse Townsend, a tall and athletic bombshell and probably the most popular girl in school. At the age of eighteen, she could almost taste her graduation, and in a few short months, she would be free. Clairisse looked especially forward to being able to enjoy men without having to sneak around anymore. Her parents believed dating was best saved for college and though Clairisse had been long indulging in the pleasures of the flesh, she had to be careful they didn't find out. Lost in thought about what she would be doing with the student assistant coach Bradley later during her “study group” time in one of the library's private study areas, she almost bumped over a first year.
“That's not a regulation scarf is it now Millie? Take it off.” Clairisse chided the girl. Even though it was her job as Head Girl to keep everyone else in line, she especially enjoyed being able to take anything she wanted.
“Hand it over.”
“But, can't I just put it in my locker?” The first year was clutching her scarf forcefully, so bad that she was going to wrinkle the cashmere.
“No. You can have it back later.”
Later meant that Clairisse planned on wearing it and would potentially give it back but probably not. It was a nice scarf after all. A perk of being a senior student included not being forced into those unflattering uniforms anymore; five years of that was more than enough torture.
“But my mum gave it to me. She'll be terribly mad if she thinks I've lost it.”
“Then don't wear it to school Millie. You know the uniform code.” Clairisse snatched the scarf from her, smoothing it and folding it gently. “Get to class now.”
The first year scurried off down the hallway, daring to look back as if she might still win the battle. Clairisse rubbed the soft material along her cheek before wrapping it around her neck and tossing it over her shoulder.
“Nice scarf.” Mickie Lane was Clairisse's best friend and partner in crime. The two girls ruled the school as Head and Deputy Head and prided themselves on being exemplary to the staff and abominable to those they ruled. The two most beautiful and popular girls in school, they acted like they owned the place, and woe to any poor student unlucky enough to get in their way.
“Heard some girls have been smoking up in the third year bathroom. Thought we might mosey on over there and teach them a lesson.” Mickie smiled as she slouched up against the wall across the hallway. Tall and brunette, she was curvy where Clairisse was petite; the perfect opposite. She unfolded herself from the wall and gave Clairisse a peck on each cheek. “Heard it was that pretty Janice Phillips too.”
Mickie and Clairisse, like many girls confined to an all girls school, had experimented on each other as well as on brave souls from the boys school growing up, and though they preferred to terrorize the younger girls, it was those their own age that often received the more creative punishments.
“Shall we?” Mickie offered Clairi
sse her arm, and the two sauntered off towards the third year bathroom.
***
“Go on love, live a little. All the big girls do it.” Janice urged the younger girl, she took a deep drag from her cigarette and then blew the smoke up towards the open window.
“But it's really not good for you miss. Thanks though.” The third year hurried past Mickie and Clairisse as they came into the bathroom.
“Oh look it's the Feds.” Janice took another puff of her cigarette. “Going to arrest me are you? It's just a cigarette. You both smoke so it's not like you're any better. This is the only bathroom with a working window anyway.”
“We're not going to arrest you J, but you can't be offering those to the younger girls. Word gets around you know. Wouldn't want the staff hearing about it would we?”
“What, you going to tell them or summat?” Janice continued to drag on her cigarette.
“We might J. You've got to be punished.” Mickie shrugged.
“Oh right with two weeks left of school you’re going to get me kicked out. That's fuckin' wrong Mickie, and you know it.”