Oh the fantasies that I have. Some of them will NEVER happen, but are hot as hell in my mind. Many of them are based off of things that have happened, sometimes modified, sometimes intensified, sometimes made more risqué. Sometimes it's just a replaying of actual events in my mind.
I go into the office most Friday's with my Sir. Most people are not in on Fridays so it's typically quiet. He works and I...work. So it's Friday and I am going into the office. We walk down the hall, past his secretary's empty desk and into his office. I brought the computer with me to do some work, so I sit at the conference table at one side of his office. He sits behind his desk and gets to work. Sir is very focused. He has much to do and uses his time wisely. Usually he only works till noon so we can then go enjoy lunch together. I'm wearing heals, a skirt, a white shirt with a scarf around my neck. I am not really dressed up but more ... put together.
Around 10:30, I notice that he has stopped typing and is looking at me. I stop typing, smile coyly and say, "hi." His eyes darken and his look hardens just a bit. He gets up, never taking his eyes off of me, he walks over to his door and shuts it. He motions for me to come to him. I silently stand up, drop my eyes and walk over. The intensity of his stare has overpowered me - without a finger being lifted, I'm his. When I get to him, he tightens the scarf - which had been loosely wrapped around my neck - not cutting off my airflow, but making it tight. Oh - I'm wet. He pulls me close to him and I think he is going to hug me, but it was simply to unfasten my bra. Oh no, if someone opened his door, I couldn't fix that quickly enough to have it not be noticeable! He puts his hands under my shirt and begins to play with my nipples. He's stretching, pulling, OH, pinching and ... and ... then he bends his head down and starts to suckle...no not suckle - SUCK. I stand there...trying hard not to move, not to scream, remembering we are in an office. BREATHE...Breathe...breathe. Sucking Hard on one - biting, all the while pinching the other. He plays fairly with my nipples so that he has SUCKED them both so they are feeling...intensly sensitive... YUM, Oh, ya, argh.
He straightens up and whispers in my ear, "That was a good girl." My stomach free falls. "You were silent fiona. I am very proud of you. You usually make so much noise, I had to be sure you could be quiet." He kisses my ear. "Now, come here." Unceremoniously, he walks over to his desk and sits on his chair. My bra is hanging out of my sleeves down my arms, my shirt is up over my breasts and my now enormous nipples, and my scarf is still tightly wound around my throat. I walk over between his legs standing between his chair and his desk. He pushes me down to my knees and grabs my scarf and pulls me to him. He leans down so that once again his lips are next to my ear. "You have been such a good girl, but I need a quick break and then I need to get back to work. I will play with you later - at home. Do you understand?" I shake my head. "Good girl, fiona, now remember - you must be silent. I. Am. At. Work." He leans up and kisses my forehead then tightens the scarf and leans down once again and growls low, "Do. Not. Let a single drip. Escape!"
With that, he unzips his pants, and releases his hard cock and grabs my scarf. It is tight now, He moves the two tales of the scarf to one hand by his thigh to act as leverage, then takes his other hand and grabs a fist full of my hair and begins to fuck my mouth. His cock is so hard, pre-cum on tip. There is no gently kissing his cock, licking, nothing but ... ulg...gaging ...oh I musn't make a sound. I am so focused on being quiet, on breathing quietly with that fucking scarf so tight. Oh my, oh my.....shit I may cum from him fucking my mouth - the thrill of being used to pleasure him ... the thrill of the ... he pushes, he plunges, he, he...
All of a sudden he is cumming. I am so thoughtful to swallow, quickly. Oh it's so warm - it squirts. I swallow again and it's so salty. I can't let any escape. Oh it's good. I can't let any get on his pants. Breath, spurt, swallow. MMMMmmmm. So good. With one last grip of my hair, he holds me still, then... releases my head, my scarf and rubs my head. He murmurs, "oh, that was so good. That was just what I needed. Oh, fiona, you were so...." KNOCK KNOCK.
Shit ... Shit.... he quickly zips up his pants and pushes his chair back - un-trapping me. I sit, shrinking down as small as I can behind his desk. He quietly says, "Good girl, put yourself together." and with that he strides confidently over to the door, opens it enough to walk through and shuts it. And with that...it's over. I've been good. I've provided stress relief. I did my job. Oh who the fuck am I kidding. I am so FUCKING HORNY I think I could explode. I fix my clothes, my scarf and go sit down trying not to spontaneously erupt.