{Cason}

 

“You’re five minutes and twenty-six seconds…early.” I point out with a smile on my face. “And what the heck are you wearing?” My face is frowning at her clothing choice.

“I thought you were being very clear about me being here on time.” She leaves the files she’s managed to grab from her house, which consist of worksheets and design ideas, and doesn’t look at me while talking. She thinks she doesn’t need to be looking at me, that she’s proficient and businesslike. I say, she’s trying to avoid me. That if she doesn’t look at me, she’d manage not to be the next girl on my fuck-list.

“I’ve been working on some ideas that I’ve been meaning to run by you.” She’s still looking at the files on her hands, while waddling sexily toward me. Clearly, she wanted me to put highlight to her quirky outfit. I was gonna pretend I didn’t give a damn. Bet that would drive her insane. And weirdly, that would make me happy.

I grab the files off of her hands and ruffle through the pages quickly, not a bit of interest displayed on my face. I then, hoist my eyes from the pages and look at her face inexpressibly. “I need you to run down the block and bring me some Flat White. You should make it a habit form now on.”

“Um, excuse me. My job title reads ‘Interior designer’ and not ‘slash Personal Assistant,’ in case you haven’t noticed.”

“Oh, I know how to read.” I stay calm to her furious drive. “And I’m your boss in case you haven’t realized and I like to treat you as I please.”

“Correction. You’re not my boss, you’re just a prospective partner of the company I work for, and I don’t have to comply with your silly request.”

“I’m not in the mood to have this discussion with you. So, do as I request, and we won’t have any problems implied. You know I will buy your company out and that means everything on it will be mine. Including you. So if I were in your position, I wouldn’t fight with me.”

“And what if I just quit?”

“Then, I’ll have to forward a mail to any designing company on the state not to hire a girl named Keira Akerson simply by the fact she’s a quitter.”

I know that in her mind she’s already thinking of ways how to strangle me. Using my tie to do the thing, or throwing some poisonous substance on my coffee. And after that gap of silence in between, she’s come to determine that she really does not have an option with me, and that’s why soundlessly, she leaves the files on my desk and heads out.

While I’m waiting for Keira to come back with my coffee, I use the time to go through some contract my lawyer has sent me regarding the purchase of a tacky hotel in NYC. That’s what I’m about—buying silly things no one gives a damn about, completely redesigning their concept from scratch and turning them into business deals that worth a fortune.

I hear the door to my office open, as the sound of the voice of my P.A. comes along.

“Sir, I’m sorry, I tried to stop her…”

I glance over to find Aubrey, one of the girls I’ve fucked ones or twice (anyway, who’s keeping tracks?) who I later on found out is a psycho. Even though I’ve made it clear we have nothing to do with each other’s business anymore, she’s found a way to convince herself I’m her property or something, and she’s been chasing me for months, ditching all the signs of disinterest I’ve sent her way, which, I gotta admit, sometimes were really obnoxious.

“Hey, Cason. I’ve been missing you.” Aubrey looks at me endearingly, but the only thing I can see on that look of hers is just some stalker vibe that is creeping me out. And then she turns to the girl next to her and her complexion changes entirely from endearing to I-know-ways-how-to-get-rid-of-people-like-you. She looks like the real nutcase that she is.

I give my P.A. the I’ve-got-this look, and in no time she leaves the room. Now there’s just me and this psychopath, and I’ve got no idea how to manage this situation.

“I wouldn’t be sure whether I might wanna say the same to you.” I, not for a moment, dispatch my attention form the laptop, though it’s hard to concentrate on work when you have a lunatic staring right at you, and you’ve got no idea how to deal with her.

“Oh, come on, enough with the hard-to-get, fancy-pants crap. I know you’ve missed me too. It’s just, you’re so overtaken with your manly resistance to admit it.”

How can one deal with a first-degree sociopath? I assume medical expertise is required. And needless to say, I’m at no position to know how to manage a case like that. I’m no therapist, for God’s sake! I’m just a millionaire entrepreneur who likes to grab a nice pussy, on a regular basis, and run by the door after it. And at this point, I’m one hundred percent sure I’ve taken what I wanted from Aubrey, and let’s give her some credit, she was amazing at her job…but at the things after that; not so much. And for some reason she’s developed this obsession that we’re meant to be together just because we screwed a couple of times.

“Oh, I know you missed that.” She’s waddling toward me and swings my chair with both hands to meet her face. I try to stay uninterested, but she even swipes my face from the screen to her face with her index finger and then grabs hold of my hands and slowly places them on her waist, while she vacillatingly hops in my thighs, her enormous boobs seem as if they’re about to break loose on my face from her daffodil dress that leaves just a little, if not nothing, to the imagination. “Look, even your buddy seems to agree.” She’s grabs my cock on her hand, measuring it above the fabric. I mean, I tried not to, but it’s hard to not respond to her repetitive striper dance above me, while her crotch is rubbing against my erection. Despite the fact that she’s nuttier than hazelnuts chocolate, she’s really hot and down for everything. If I came up with any instant idea, like office sex, or just a couple-minutes mouth fuck, she’d go for it, no second thoughts.

And let’s be honest, since I’m at it, with my cock being as hard as it gets and her availableness on spot, then I might just as well fetch it up real quick.

“I’m not sure this is the best idea,” I tell her, looking at her eyes that look so big and horrifying now that she’s so close to me, my forehead against hers, but she decides it best not to leave any more space in between and sticks her tongue inside of my open, talking mouth and congests any further attempt I might’ve made at talking it over. Talking, as I reckon you’ve figured by now, is not the best feature this girl decides to use her mouth for.

I give in on the kiss and try to make out her flavor. She tastes sweet and acerbic at once, like Apple Margarita. My mind is overtaken with her ferocious wildness that’s made my cock even harder than I can endure. The best thing for me now is to shove my dick right up her sweet pussy, and get it over with. Hoping that nobody would knock on that door—or even worse, barge in uninvited—while in the middle of it. Not that I would mind audience anyway. But let’s just say that after everything my mind’s been through lately, I’d much rather I fucked this girl undisturbed.

My hand slides savagely across her thighs, and it feels as if I’m trying to take possession of it, of her body, her pussy—humping it like the world depends on it—and reach for her thong underneath her dress, as she’s working my mouth with her tongue, whilst on top of me.

“Mm-mm.” Aubrey grabs my hands by the wrists, as I’m about to pull her underwear down, and my tongue sticks along with eager inquisitiveness, totally befuddled and converged into lustfulness.

“What’s wrong?” I raise an eyebrow, with a wrinkle in the middle. Is this how I get paid off for going along with unexpected office sex?

“I’ve got a better idea.” She tells me and that smirk on her face suggests really propitious things to come.

She plumps one leg down, while the other knee is still fixed on my chair, and soon she finds herself on both feet, like an eager panther in front of me. She’s sexy as fuck. I swear if she wasn’t so unbearable, then I might’ve enjoyed this ride about twice as much as I did.

I’m twisting a pen on my table, while enjoying her sexy performance. My other hand is rested on my thigh, legs spread across both sides of the chair, when she supports her hands on them, about to bring herself on her knees.

She knows what she’s doing, that’s why I don’t interfere, but let her be in control this time. In second thought, I guess all this psycho wants is to be in control, and by letting it out on her, I’m afraid I’m just catering to her whatever-mental-disorder-she’s-on.

Unzipping my pants, she keeps rubbing my rock-hard cock above my underwear, and I just crawl my back a smidge to let her roll my designer pants down just a little so that she could be more abundant in space and there won’t be any restrictions to prevent her from doing her job successfully.

“Don’t push yourself to stay still, Cason. I swear you won’t be able to resist this one.” Her eyes meet mine, just when her fingers have clutched my underwear from within and she’s about to break my cock free.

Why does she have to talk and ruin everything? If I let myself overthink it, then I might go flaccid in spur of moment. Not that that has ever happened. But that’s how pushing this girl is…and that not in a good way.

I relax and lay back on my chair, close my eyes, drenching into a daydream, and give in to the pleasure. This daydream involves an auburn-haired, cherry lips girl with her mouth wrapped about the tip of my cock.

Oh, yeah. That’s what I’m talking about. Her lips press against the tip softly at first, and then she puts pressure on just a smidge. She twirls her tongue over it and forces my thighs against the chair to suppress any post-effect of the pleasure. And by that she just means to have me under control, drive me over the edge and still expect me to be restrained about it.

She runs her tongue over the shaft now and licks as if she’s savoring the most delicious lollypop she’s ever had. She works my cock like gripping grain. She whacks me off just for a few seconds, and then I get teabagged. She sucks one of my balls on her mouth, and then the other. I want to unloose myself off of the torturing pleasure, but she perceives my attempt at moving and fixes my thighs again against the chair, now with both balls on her mouth.

Fuck, yeah. That feels good.

She stops for a moment and then asks me, “Do you like it?”

“Yeah, yeah, keep going.” Any gap or interruption at this point would just be a major disappointment now that I’m full-mode turned-on.

She runs her tongue lightly on the slit of my head, licking a bit a precum, and then strokes with it the underside. I’d wanna ask her where she learned that, but then, on a second thought, I just realize that I’m not really sure whether I really want to know.

And after this overlength fondling (if you asked me) she takes the entire head on her mouth and then goes for all of it. My dick, harder than ever, penetrates through her mouth and reaches her throat. She’s humping my dick and I arch my back to reach deep inside her throat. I keep going, gaining up speed any moment forward.

“Fuck it, Keira, that feels good.” I tell her with my eyes closed.

I’m so taken with pleasure, I don’t spot my little lapse.

“What did you just call me?” I hear an angered voice breaking through a moment of pleasure, uninvitedly.

“Um,” I open my eyes, confused. “I just said how nice this feels. You’re really good at it.” I try to calm her down. I was just about to fetch it up on her mouth, and I don’t want her to draw back now, or have this conversation in the time I might’ve creamed her face all over.

“I thought you called me by some strange name.”

“Why would I do that?” A bit of guffaw mingles with my voice, as I’m pretending nothing weird just happened. I really want her to keep going while I’m still at it. All I can think about right now is coming on her mouth and her swallowing it.

Luckily, Aubrey gets back at doing her job, crunching her head admits my thighs. I work her mouth so hard, that at some point I’m surprised at how nicely she manages to control her gag reflex. I fuck her mouth like a train that’s speeding up upon the railway. Faster…and faster…and I’m just about to feed Aubrey her appetite. Until the door opens and Keira barges in with my coffee on her hand.

“Brought your coffee. Flat White. As you requested.” She places the cup on the desk and stays there for a moment or two, pondering. I’m just looking at her beautiful face and wishing that she was the one amidst my legs at the moment, instead of Aubrey.

“That’s nice.” I say to Aubrey who now has brought both her hands at play, whacking me off, like I’m a teenage boy. “Fuck, that’s awesome.” This time Keira frowns at me, trying to snoop around and take a look underneath my desk. Her sight can’t reach that far, but she’s getting suspicious.

“I’d suggest we started out with your impacts on the designs. Give me a hint at what you’d like, and then I’d offer you some previews and see what you like best.”

I’m not listening to a thing she’s saying, since this is the moment I’m about to climax with a husky grown and unrestricted body-control, drenching Aubrey’s face on my cum.

She, then, expertly with the help of her fingers brings the cum from all the corners of her face to her mouth and licks every single drop of it as if it was the most delicious whip cream. Talking about whip cream, once I erupted all over her muffin and she used her fingers not to let a single drop go to waste. I guess she’s a little cray-cray for cum. A cum-slut.

Anyway, the fun is over. Aubrey is standing shocked across the table, arms crossed over her chest, looking across the glass walls at the nearest skyscraper. She seems really pissed. It’s not like I tried to keep what I was doing under the counter, ‘cause as I mentioned, I don’t mind audience, and Keira makes perfectly for the audience I’m looking for. But even if I were trying to pretend I didn’t fuck Aubrey’s mouth behind my work desk, my loud groan and uncontrollable movement at the climax would’ve been a huge giveaway.

For the last time, Aubrey runs her mouth over the tip of my cock to clean it up perfectly off any last jot of cum, and then I bring my underwear up and zip up my pants, while Aubrey reveals herself from underneath the desk.

“Oh, hey there.” She looks at Keira unexpectedly, while teeing her dress up.

Keira just nods, somewhat with distaste, and seems horrified.

I guess she’s just getting a hint at what reckless a boss I am, and she’s really disgusted by it. But that’s yet another layer. Even she hasn’t still discovered that deep inside her, upon undistinctive parts of her consciousness she hopes she was the one appetizing on my cock. She’s wondering whether my cock tastes just as good as the fancy croissants she’s used to have. And on some hidden part, she knows that there’s no comparison to what pleasures my cock can bring on her mouth.

And that’s why she’s so discomforted by it.

She doesn’t know how to cope with this sudden desire that makes her feel so unnatural. She feels so attracted to my cock she can’t control herself, but looks away so that she wouldn’t find herself doing things the consequences of which she would’ve to deal with later.

And I won’t deny it. I’m wondering, too, how her pussy feels like, and I can’t wait to have a taste at it, but for some reason I’ve decided to take things slow with her. I can’t wait to run my tongue around her muffin and be drenched into the scent of her pussy. I’d finger her and make her cum, before I’d have even trotted my cock out of my pants.

Ah, this makes it just so hard, to have her right over there, just a few yards away and not even lay a finger on her. But I’ll make her come for it. Make her beg for it as if my cock is the only cock in the world she’s willing to taste.

Until then…I’ll have to play along.

Aubrey grabs her purse and with her heels crackling upon the tile floor, she reaches for the door, “Until next time,” she turns back to flash a smile my way. “Don’t be a stranger.”

I respond to her with silence. Meanwhile, though I’m not looking at her, I can feel Keira rolling her eyes at this situation. And somehow that excites me.

“So,” she breaks the cringy silence. “About the worksheets…”

Playtime is over!

I leave the pen, that I realize I’ve been holding on my hand during all this time, onto the desk, and focus on work. I have a nice modality of keeping work and pleasure apart. Which, again, with Keira nearby, is really hard to tell the difference between the two.