He hadn’t spoken yet, still in his work. He wanted me present for when he was done. I had no problem with that at all. It just gave me more time to be with him in all his wonderful glory. Keeping quiet, I started to think. The fantasies came faster than I could keep up. There was no hope of stopping them, even if I had wanted to.
He looked at me. His beautiful eyes seemed to look into my very soul as he got up and came around to my side of the desk. As he moved, he started taking off his belt. I thought maybe I had been a naughty girl and my master was going to spank me. I pictured myself bent over his desk, skirt gathered up around my hips, panties around my ankles, bare ass raised to him in obedient offering.
That was not his plan, however. Instead of bending me over and spanking me raw, Max took down his fly, unleashing his monster cock. The throbbing cock was mere inches from my wet little mouth. Not needing to be told twice, I opened wide, not gagging once as he slipped in, getting more than half his cock inside before stopping. Closing my lips around him in a warm, loving mouth-hug, I started to suck, massaging my lips along his magnificent manhood in long, soft, silken strokes.
As I sucked his beautiful cock, Max started unbuttoning my shirt until all the buttons were undone, unveiling my firm, young tits. My pencil-eraser sized nipples already stood at attention, eager for his touch. He indulged me, cupping his hand over my tit. He massaged the soft, pale flesh like a mound of fresh dough, making me gently hum as I sucked his cock until he delivered his massive load into my eager mouth.
Laying his hand on the back of my neck, Max guided me to my feet before his big desk and gently bent me over. Rather than spanking me as I had first thought, he hiked up my skirt and pulled down my panties, exposing me fully to the cool, fresh air, and eased the head of his cock into my warm, cozy pussy.
Laying one hand on the small of my back and taking my loose blond ponytail with the other, my handsome, dominant master fucked me, pounding his massive cock into my tight little pussy until I screamed with joy.
I squeezed my thighs together even tighter as I sat in his office that momentous Friday morning. The heat already gathering between my legs upgrading to a total fucking inferno.
“I – ”
Max stopped cold. His eyes pulled to my chest, as though by an invisible, magnetic force, I looked down too, noticing that one of the buttons on my shirt had come open again. The middle one. Right between my tits, offering a generous view of the healthy pink flesh beyond. I quickly did it up again, pulling my suit jacket closed over top.
“I was wondering if you would like to go with me for lunch,” he said, as though he had to ask.
“Sure,” I said, trying to suppress my gushing enthusiasm.
“Great. Get your shoes back on and meet me down in the lobby.”
He noticed. Of course, he noticed. He was nothing if not perceptive. He could probably tell what I’d had for breakfast that morning, strawberry Pop Tart, from my breath.
The Ariba café was pretty close to the office, so we didn’t have to get the cars out. Instead, we walked the mean Manhattan streets, my heels clicking on the pavement and my ass swaying as I went, something that always happened when I wore heels.t was just how I was built.
I got a few glances at my boobs even with my jacket closed, but I honestly didn’t take much notice. My mind at that moment focused on walking in a straight line and resisting the urge to take Max by the hand like we were some kind of couple anywhere other than in my mind. He probably didn’t even notice me.
Not that he didn’t care, just not in that way. It could have been that he saw me as a respectable and efficient employee, which was no bad thing. It was just that I wanted to be all that in addition to serving as his personal fuck toy. Was that too much to ask?
Both of us ordered our usual and sat on the patio to enjoy the nice day. Not too hot, not too cold, the light clouds provided a buffer from the radiant sun while still in no way threatening rain. I gave a moment’s thought to taking off my jacket but figured after what happened in his office, it was probably better to keep it on.
Otherwise, he might think I was coming on to him. Which I would have been, as well as relieving a bit of the heat, but that didn’t mean I wanted him to know that. I hoped that he might see me how I wanted him to. I imagined that he did but didn’t know that for sure and didn’t want to risk embarrassing myself.