Her hot breath was followed by the silky feel of her lips touching the swollen knob. This anticipation was thick enough to cut with a knife. It slowly moved forward beyond those crimson lips to slide effortlessly across the liquid heat of her tongue.
Watching was a voyeuristic need, being met in a different way than watching something on the Internet.
She worked those lips down the length of my excitement with that one long vein throbbing on the surface of her tongue. This woman with an educated palate was amazingly skillful in the art of oral gratification. The moan accompanying it vibrated from the bottom to the top.
Grabbing her hair in both fists had me slamming up against her mouth smearing her lipstick all over my equipment. Her fingers were playing with my family jewels to send signals to the pleasure centers of my brain.
“I always knew there was this raw sexuality inside of you. Nothing is ever going to be the same after today. You will still have a job but you will also make yourself available for me. This is what you really want and desperately need. I’m going to make sure you don’t forget. We only get this one life to live. Make the most of it by living each day to the fullest without regrets,” I said while I was plowing back and forth into her throat which she readily accepted with this twinkle of mischief in her eyes.
The suction provided was almost like a vacuum at full power. The way that her cheeks sunk in made me understand this was not her first rodeo. It was when she started to stroke and suck at the same time that things began to unravel.
Brooke knew exactly what she was doing to tease me mercilessly to the edge and back again. Any indecision had slipped beyond the prim and proper exterior to the wanton whore underneath.
Stopping her before I reached the end of my rope was necessary. It would’ve been nice to finish with her swallowing the evidence of my arousal. There was something more I wanted from her.
“Fuck me right here over the table. I know you want it as much as I do. There’s no use in fighting it anymore. You have opened the Pandora’s Box and there’s no closing it.” She stood up and turned around giving me a view from behind until those pants began to come down a little at a time.
Gravity did the rest until they were around her ankles. Her little pinky hooked onto the crotch of her purple panties. Pulling them away wasn’t easy when they were sticking to her like glue. She revealed the wet and glistening evidence of her hungry need that I was going to satisfy.
I placed the point of my masculine spear against a different pair of lips. My hand silenced her objections with her teeth biting into my palm. A gentle nudge with the head had her opening up in a welcome invitation. Those lips caressed the head with the shaft following until I was bottoming out.
I stayed there adjusting to the feeling of that rhythmic pulse running up and down the long pronounced vein. There was no disguising how we were taking advantage of a moment frozen in time. Burying it with every thrust had her feet coming off the ground with a squeal of delight stifled by my hand over her mouth.
“This is what we both needed but was afraid to say it out loud. There’s no reason to shy away from pleasure. People should take a page from our book and do what feels good,” I moaned with our bodies smacking together.
The pain being inflicted with her teeth digging into my flesh was too much for any man to take. The combination of both sensations at the same time was something that I had never experienced before.
This wasn’t going to be the last time we were together.
She would probably take a step back after the fact. It was up to me to remind her of the spark I had turned into a flame.
In that guise, I started to pummel her little body with my hand on the small of her back. Hammering with long determined strokes had her soon convulsing with her inner thighs quivering.
“I think you know what I want. Be a good girl and give it to me,” I took that hand away from her back and snuck it underneath to touch that button.
This made her go crazy with her hands slapping down on the table repeatedly. That orgasmic cry for help strangled the living daylights out of my member. I was already hanging by a thread. Biting my tongue had me tasting blood trying to contain the scream that I wanted to let out in the worst way possible.
The dam burst while she was still in the throes of ecstasy. Those shots fired indiscriminately one after the other in varying degrees of intensity. The whole thing was done and over with within 20 minutes. I was completely empty with nothing left to give.
Stumbling back had me dropping unceremoniously into a chair by the door still with my depleted tool hanging out of my pants.
Her hand was to her mouth in shock and confusion. “What have I done?”
“Do I really have to answer that? The question you should be asking is what haven’t you done? I would give that some serious thought and get back to me. We have barely scratched the surface,” I replied still unable to move with my legs feeling like jelly.
There was nothing left to say.
She made herself presentable and did me the courtesy of zipping me back up. Brooke discreetly reapplied a little bit more makeup before exiting stage left.
Chapter Three
Brooke
It was a few days later and I couldn’t stop thinking about that forbidden fruit. Our time together was short and sweet but he certainly wasn’t making it easy to be around him. The awakening of the woman I thought was dead and buried was hard to come to terms with.
Doing everything I could to avoid being in his gravity was becoming a fulltime job. He could’ve easily called me on the carpet and brought me into the office with little more than a proclamation. It meant he was giving me time to understand what was going on.
It wasn’t that easy.
Getting to sleep at night was becoming an effort in futility. Tossing and turning while throwing the pillow onto the floor was my answer to that sexual frustration building up within me.
I finally had no other choice and had some important business to go over with him. Making an appointment gave me three days to get my head on straight. There was no doubt in my mind we were going to have to talk about the elephant in the room. He was not the type to be silent when he had something to say.
“He will see you now,” Melissa was quite lovely and had this squeaky little voice that had all the men panting after her.
I was conscious about everything going on around me. The temptation to scream had come over me several times in the past few days. Those that I had considered my equal were looking at me strangely. Some of their eyes followed me but when I turned, there was nobody staring inappropriately.
It meant word had gotten out about my past indiscretions. Nobody was saying anything.
It was a decision on my part to wear something conservative. There was no way I wanted to give him mixed messages after what we had done in the heat of the moment. I think he could agree that we went a little bit too far but I didn’t want to give him ideas by wearing something skimpy and revealing.
“Of course, I understand that this is about business. I can’t let friendship cloud my judgment. Get back to me when you’re serious about representation and then we can talk about money. Just remember we are the best in the business.” He was walking around in this black undertaker suit.
He was wearing this colorful fluorescent yellow tie on the background of his muscular chest covered in a white starched shirt buttoned to the top.
He was using his blue tooth to communicate his thoughts to whoever was on the other end of his telephone conversation. The view was spectacular and I wasn’t talking about how the city stretched out before me through those panoramic windows.
Nerves were getting the best of me.
“Brooke, I have been meaning to talk to you but things have been rather hectic around here. Please, have a seat and make yourself more comfortable. I hate to bring this up but I thought we had an understanding,” He blurted out without even attempting to make idle chitchat.
“I want t
o make one thing perfectly clear. What we did was wrong. It would be better for everybody for us to forget it happened. I consider myself at the top of my field. It was never my intention to climb the corporate ladder on my back. I don’t want people to get the wrong idea about me. I was hoping we could keep my past private between a few select people including you,” I referred to the way they were looking at me and how they were whispering behind my back.
I was sitting there with my legs crossed demurely but there was no denying he could see a fair amount of my inner thigh from where he was sitting on the corner of his desk.
“These things sometimes have a life of their own. I took the liberty of addressing the situation with a very carefully written e-mail. They know there is a penalty for speaking about this matter to anybody outside of these four walls,” He informed with his hips angled in such a way to make me hunger for something that wasn’t on the menu in the cafeteria.
I licked my lips. “I appreciate that more than you know. It would be nice for them to look at me the same way they did before they knew the truth. I guess that is a little bit too much to ask,” I lamented while drowning in the vision of his physical dominance right there in front of me.
He was waiting for me to reach out and take what I wanted.
“This company is the epitome of discretion. This will blow over. The one thing I hate more than anything is office drama. You are an indispensable cog and I don’t want to lose you over something trivial. It’s perfectly natural to be a slut.” That last word slapped me across the face and made my inner thighs quiver with anticipation.
I fanned myself with my hand. “I don’t… I don’t like that word,” I stuttered with no real conviction behind my protest.
“I beg to differ. People get caught up on labels. I don’t make that kind of distinction. There’s no reason for you to be ashamed of your raw sexuality. You have proven to me there is a wild animal inside of you. I was hoping you would come to me and not the other way around. This office is soundproof,” He revealed with this hot whisper to conjure up images of being flat on his desk with my legs high in the air.
I swallowed hard with my legs slightly apart courtesy of that word echoing in my head.
My red blouse was feeling somewhat constricting with my nipples highly aroused by that one word of persuasion. There was no way to hide from it when my body was responding in exactly the way that he wanted it to.
“Spread them a little wider. Do it,” He ordered in a tone that made me comply without even thinking about it. “That’s more like it. It’s time for you to embrace what you have convinced yourself is wrong. Everything is right when you open yourself to the possibilities,” He said while he was kneeling with his masculine rough hands on my knees providing me more than enough incentive to let things happen naturally.
“I’m not sure I’m comfortable with this. What would they say?” I muttered with my body moving to the edge of the chair to give him ample room.
“How did you know that my favorite color is purple? There’s nothing to be afraid of. Most people keep their hidden desires locked away. We don’t have to be like them.” The feel of his fingers grazing my leg from my ankle and moving quickly up past my knee had me anxious for him to touch me in the worst way possible.
The black skirt was nothing more than you would see when it came to conservative business attire. It wasn’t leather but he seemed transfixed by how he could easily move the material with just the slightest touch of his fingers.
He suddenly flung my legs over the side of the chair with my heels dangling a few feet from the floor. The hot breath on my panties made me squirm with everything around me forgotten for that moment of pleasure.
My body had slumped down into a compromising position and he was taking full advantage of that one word. He hadn’t said it again but it was still there setting the tone of the meeting.
Working from home remotely was starting to sound like a good idea. It was something I was going to have to broach with him but I had a feeling he would be resistant despite my argument of being more productive.
The hot insistence of his tongue waged war against my libido. It made me crumble with a soft moan of defiance coming out of my mouth. The feeling was muted by the fabric of my panties but it certainly did ignite a firestorm of desire.
“I think I should leave before we go too far,” I said through clenched teeth.
“Is there anything I can do to change your mind,” He teased before introducing me to the full extent of his tongue.
My train of thought became a distant memory with his tongue stabbing forth. There was no way to remain faithful to a moral compass that was new for me. His masterful approach was making me feel like a natural woman.
“I really don’t… I really don’t think this is right. God damn, what makes you so different than any other man in my life? You take my breath away with one look. I’ve been trying to deny it but it’s always there whispering in the wind,” I said with my feet reflexively kicking off my heels and sending them flying across the room.
One bounced off the window leaving behind a noticeable divot in the glass. It wasn’t my fault. He had found my weakness and I was leaving a noticeable milky mustache on his face. I couldn’t stop bouncing up and down in the chair with my hands on the back of his head.
He was determined to bring out my inner whore by any means necessary. It was amazing how easily he could turn me on. There was no issue about his prowess when it came to oral gratification. It was highly addictive and made me crave that feeling. Becoming a slave to my desire was something I thought I left in the past but it was always there lurking underneath my prim exterior.
I was tired of being chased but I had to admire his determination to make me see a different reflection looking back of me in the mirror. Rehearsing what I was going to say to him when I saw him again never entered the equation.
That first orgasm was electrifying but didn’t even compare to the second one on the heels of the first one. He continued long after I had muffled my scream of pleasure with my hand.
He roughly grabbed my hands and held them over my head while giving me a tongue lashing I was never going to forget. There was no way I could make it through without screaming. There was a liberating moment of unrestrained passion. Letting it go was almost therapeutic and was giving me a license to physically express myself.
Nobody came barging in.
I was cursing him a blue streak and calling him every name in the book. Nothing seemed to sway him from delivering me to that sweet blissful moment where nothing else mattered. I came for that second time and experienced my first induced multiple-orgasm.
“That’s enough…that’s more than enough,” I used my bare feet to push against his chest to keep him from continuing this exercise where I was at his mercy.
I was once again befuddled and confused.
Walking away and adjusting my skirt was the only answer to this sexual heat. My finger moved back and forth chastising him for his inappropriate behavior. He answered by smiling wickedly and licking his lips of the residue of my excitement.
I wasn’t sure what to do when what I wanted the most was to jump into his lap. To save face meant walking away from the fire. It wasn’t easy when he showed off his excitement by standing at attention.
This was my life and I was in control of it. I repeated that over and over again trying to make it sound believable in my head. I didn’t get the chance to go over business.
A big part of me was discouraged at the risk of calling it quits. I didn’t want to give him my two weeks notice. How could I possibly work with him when he was constantly tempting me with more than I could resist?
Chapter Four
Austin
I was never going to be exempt from the water cooler gossip. It was nice to see that nobody had gotten wind of what was happening behind closed doors. Brooke was a work in progress. There was no way that she could know the hunt was making my blood boil.
No
w that I knew the truth, there was no way that I could put the genie back in the bottle. She wasn’t complaining about the attention but she did protest a little too much with her body language. It wasn’t over and I had barely begun my campaign to lure her into acts of depravity.
Sitting there in my car looking at Julia’s long blond hair was more than enough to get my undivided attention. I was on my way to pick up Brooke on my way to the courthouse. I raised my hand and smiled with this guilty pleasure of not having something to make it official.
There was never going to be a ring on my finger. Those kinds of trappings could leave me feeling suffocated unable to breathe. The freedom to pursue extracurricular activities was something I was going to take full advantage of.
“Do you have any idea how hard it is to remain faithful to antiquated ideals? Everybody expects me to act a certain way in public. We both know perception is the key in this business. I like to think of myself as the benchmark. I see potential and I want to mold them into my image. You are no different,” I said with reference to giving Julia the benefit of my experience.
She was my driver and learning by watching me in action on how to be a shark.
“Your wealth of knowledge is astounding. I consider myself one of the lucky ones to be able to benefit from your expertise. Those cram sessions have made a world of difference. I’m almost ready to take the bar exam for the third time.” Julia stated with her eyes looking at me through the mirrored sunglasses on her face.
There was nothing sexual between us but it didn’t mean there wasn’t interest from both parties. I thought it was best to keep things platonic until after she took the exam again.
“Are the two of you through flirting with one another?” I had almost forgotten about Randal sitting there quietly in the corner going over last-minute preparations for court.
He was my younger doppelganger something of a playboy with aspirations to sleep with anything with two legs. Randal had become a sponge for those tidbits of information I had allowed him to glean from me. The man was charming with a sense of style rivaling my own. I did my best to rid him of some of his bad habits.
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