Brad
It wasn’t supposed to happen like this.
But it’s not like I could help myself. The sound of her voice, the shape of her lips, the scent of her perfume…everything in her reeled me in, and I had no other option but to go right ahead and kiss her.
She’s standing up now, and as our kiss grows fiercer, our tongues dancing with each other, I place my hands on her hips and force her to spin around. I push her against the wall, her back turned to me, and then I slowly begin to kiss her neck, caressing her breasts over the fabric of her dress.
I can feel her breathing growing harder and harder; her eyes closed, her face tilted sideways toward my lips, and her hands on the wall. The taste of her body makes my brain start to overheat and, at the same time, my cock becomes as hard as concrete.
Looking at her in such a vulnerable position, I just want to lift her dress, push her underwear to the side and slide my cock deep into her pussy in a single thrust.
I grab her by the hair, making her turn around to me. I want to fuck her so hard, I can´t think of anything else.
Pushing her back against the wall once more, I rest my hands over her breasts and squeeze them hard; as I do it, she takes her own hands to her shoulders and pushes the front of her dress down, the outer edges of her bra revealing themselves to me.
Opening my right hand, I hook my fingers on the cup of her bra and tug on it softly. The moment her rosy nipple jumps into sight, I feel a rush of boiling blood making its way down to my cock and I simply lose it. Grabbing her half-naked breast, I lean in and wrap my lips around her hard nipple, sucking it into my mouth and running circles around her rosy tip with my tongue.
Then I take her by the hand, leading her to her desk.
I force her to sit down, pushing away all the stuff lying there. Slowly, leaning toward her, I took my fingers on the hemline of her dress. I raise the fabric, counting my breaths as I bare her skin.
The moment I see the fabric of her thong, I simply lose it – I dive forward, pressing my mouth against her wetness, and I suck on it hard. Then, before I know what the fuck I’m doing, I bite at the drenched fabric of her thong and start taking it off her.
Exposing her wet pussy, I press my fingers over her clit, and she opens her mouth and moans. Oh, and she´s moaning hard. I’m not simply rubbing her, or tapping my finger against her clit – no, I know what I’m doing and what kind of reaction I want out of her. I rub the tip of my finger around her clit and then press it from above, indirectly.
Letting go of her clit, I go down to her inner lips, gently parting them with my finger as I go up and down her pussy. I let my finger go inside her just an inch, and her whole body tenses up, waiting for me to go all in.
I take my time, though, slowly letting my finger in as if I have all the time in the world. I push it in gently, curling it upwards and rubbing her from the inside.
I then slide another finger inside her pussy and increase the pace, sliding in and out her faster and harder. She starts to scream while, at the same time, I go back to her clit with the other hand, rubbing it with my fingers. She raises her thighs from the desk and starts thrusting against my hands, doing it as if her life depended on it.
“Don´t stop!” She screams, arching her back. Her body tenses up, and I can feel her inner walls tightening around my fingers; I can feel pleasure coursing through her veins, and next thing I know her moans are filling the entire office.
Still with her legs shaking, she slides off the desk and leans into me, her arms over my shoulders as her lips approach mine. She kisses me furiously, her tongue exploring my whole mouth. Then, she moves her lips to my ear, biting it gently.
“My turn now…” she whispers with a grin on her face.
Kayla’s hands leave my shoulders and go straight to my belt. Grabbing at it harshly, she unbuckles it, pulling it from the loops in my pants. She continues, undoing the top button of my pants. Then, she grabs the zipper, pulling it all the way down with one single movement.
Her lustful eyes go straight to my crotch, my cock straining against the fabric of my boxer briefs, waiting to spring free.
“You want this, don’t you?” She breathes out, slowly going down to her knees, her eyes never leaving mine. Her hands go down the side of my body, and she locks her fingers on my boxer briefs before tugging them down.
My cock jumps up to salute her, and she moves fast – she curls the fingers of her right hand around my shaft, and then she leans in and takes me inside her mouth.
She pushes herself down until her lips touch the skin at the base of my cock, its tip already pressed against the back of her throat, and she holds it there. She keeps my whole cock inside of her mouth until she can no longer do it. Only then does she roll her lips back up my shaft, slowly moving them until they’re wrapped tight around the tip of my cock.
She goes all the way back up, and her lips smack together as my cock pops out of her mouth. Then, she tilts her head sideways and, with her lips pressed against the side of my shaft, she brushes them down until her mouth is on my balls. She grabs my boxers again and, tugging hard on them, she sends them down with my pants to my ankles.
“Keep going…” I groan, tangling my fingers on her hair.
Kayla looks up at me and, as she does it, she parts her lips and laps at one of my balls with her tongue. She moves to the next one, repeating her motions.
Pulling back, she opens her mouth as wide as she can and, cupping both my balls with one hand, and sucks them both inside of her mouth. She goes back to the tip of my cock then, her lips and tongue tracing an upward line over my shaft, and she fits my cock in her mouth once more.
Every single cell in my body demanding to fuck her, I make her stop. I tangle my fingers on her hair and push her back until all of my cock pops out of her mouth.
She grins back, and I simply look down at her.
She goes towards the wall, resting both her hands there, and spreads her legs wide as she stands. I come up behind her, my hand climbing up her legs and under her dress. I grab her ass, my fingertips going over her crack while I slide one finger in to rub her soaked pussy again.
Raising the hem of her dress, I press my body into her, my cock fitting perfectly between her ass cheeks. She grinds against me as if tomorrow will never come, making sure that my cock is as hard as it could possibly be.
I place one hand on her breasts, furiously grabbing at them and pinching her nipples between my fingers. The other hand goes around her waist, cupping her pussy, one finger placed over her clit.
I keep pressing my cock against her ass, the finger I have on her clit drawing a cascade of moans out of her. In a blinding motion I part her inner lips with my fingers and push my cock down and into her pussy. She juts her ass back at me at the same time, allowing my cock to slide inside her straining walls as it goes.
“Oh god…” she moans.
With my right hand I slap her ass and, all gentleness thrown to the curb, I start pounding her without a hint of mercy.