Buzz

BUZZ!! Yahoo! Messenger alert. My heart leaps and I grab my phone. “Take it out . Right now. And touch yourself” She knows I will. If she tells me to I can’t refuse her. I stand up and walk over to my office door, swinging it closed. Only the large window behind me now, but I’ll have my back to that. I sit down again behind my desk and brush my hand over the bulge in my neat, dark grey suit trousers. My cock is very hard already. I always – always – get hard when she tells me how naughty she has been or the sexy things she wants to do to me. But this time is different. She told me a little while ago that she is sitting at her desk wearing a medium length, fairly modest and sensible pencil skirt, but underneath she has hold-up black stockings and a skimpy black lace G-string. And about ten minutes ago she confessed she had pulled her hemline up and started to play with herself through her panties. A flurry of messages later and I know she has pulled her panties to one side and is rubbing her soaking wet little pussy right there at her desk. Good job her boss is out. I slide my zip down. Slowly. Nervously. Even though my door is closed someone could knock. Or not even knock! My right hand eases into my trousers and traces mamak escort the outline of my swollen cock in my trunks, then my thumb moves over the head and feels the damp patch from my slippery pre-cum soaking through the cotton already. Good God, she does something to me! I withdraw my hand and unfasten my belt and the button. Next I pop the bottom few buttons on my shirt – I think this is going to get messy! With thumbs in my waistband I ease the trunks and trousers down my thighs a little. Shit – am I really going to do this? As I look down I can see I am swollen and red, a glistening dew-drop of precum at my tip. I brush it away with my thumb and instinctively lick the sweet treat like I know she would if she were there between my thighs. I picture her, chair pulled very close to her desk, right hand under her desk and leaning forward slightly, pretending to look at something on her screen. Her fingers are slippery as she circles her engorged clit, strumming it lightly yet firmly beneath her skirt. She knows how very naughty she is being but she is achingly horny and the relief from her fingers feels so good. She told me she watched the video – my video – before ofise gelen escort she left for work and that it had made her slippery. I suddenly find myself stroking my cock at the image of her touching herself. I message her back describing what I have done so far. Moments later another BUZZ. “That is so bad. You are such a naughty boy. I am dripping wet and I have two fingers inside my pussy. Are you going to make yourself cum?” I ask her if she wants me to, but I already know the answer. She loves the feeling of power she has over me. I don’t want to make myself come, though – what I really want is for her to do it; I want her in my office wearing just her panties, stockings and heels, and on her knees between my thighs. Sucking firmly and moving her head up and down my shaft steadily, one hand cupping and softly caressing my smooth-shaved balls, and the other hand rubbing her clit. I want to watch her. I want to watch her giving me a sensual, achingly slow blowjob. I would force myself to keep my eyes open the whole time, even as I am erupting into her sexy mouth because I want to watch her gulp and swallow every last drop of my cum. And I particularly otele gelen escort want to watch her as she makes herself come with her fingers – so taboo, forbidden and the dirty, yet incredibly sexy when she does it in front of me. But she is so far away and my thoughts track back to her in her office with her sticky fingers inside herself. BUZZ. “Yes. Right there; at your desk. Please, do it for me…” I reply straight away. I tell her to cum for me first and then I will. I instruct her to go to the ladies room, take her phone and to tell me when she is there so I can call her. Long minutes go by. I stroke my hard length and imagine where she is and if she will do it. I picture her sitting on the closed lid of the ladies loo, her thighs spread wide and her thumb strumming her clit and her fingers inside her pussy. I find myself close to cumming at the thought of her enforced depravity. BUZZ. “Ok. I am there. I am so very wet already. This won’t take long. What shall I do?”. Trembling slightly I find her number and dial. It doesn’t even ring. ”Hello?”. I love the sound of her voice, hushed and sexily husky. I take charge. “Just listen. Don’t say anything at all. I am going to talk to you as though I was there with you, and we were sitting in a hotel room. Picture yourself sitting on the edge of the bed with me sitting behind you – naked – and you have just arrived. You are wearing exactly what you have on right now. It is dark. I am whispering in your ear and reaching around and touching you, refusing to fully undress you until you make yourself come for me.