Not my best work and I’m sure there are some grammatical mistakes I have yet to fix. A friend of mine mentioned he was lacking motivation so I thought I’d try and help 😉
MOTIVATION
It’s around 7pm and I notice your lights are still on in your office. I silently walk down the hallway and knock on your door. Inside I hear you quietly curse as I’m sure you are trying to finish up whatever project you are working on so you can head home soon.
“Come in.”
I open the door, walk in, and shut it behind me, locking it. You look up in surprise, as you were not expecting to see me, especially since I’m not supposed to be here.
“What are you doing here?”
I walk across the room, round your desk, and push your chair back from it, turning you to face me.
“You said you needed some motivation.”
You smirk at me as I nudge your chair back until it’s pressed against the wall. I’m not normally the aggressor but today I’ve been feeling very needy. I push your legs apart and drop to my knees in front of you. I’m thankful to see you’re wearing one of your shirts with snaps because I’m feeling a bit feral at the moment and I’d hate to destroy it. You must see something on my face about my mood because you simply lean back and let me have my way, for now.
I reach up, pulling your head down for a vigorous kiss, nipping at your bottom lip, not hard enough to break skin.
Now it’s my turn to smirk as you raise an eyebrow, watching me as I rip open your shirt, running kisses and light bites down your chest, as my hands glide up your jean covered thighs. I can see and feel your thick cock hardening and my mouth starts watering. I look up to see your reaction as I unfasten your leather belt. I’m thankful you do not appear to want to take control, as yet. I undo the button on your jeans and pull the zipper down, so I can pull out your semi-hard penis. I look up once more but you seem content to see what I will do next, leaning back, hands resting on the arms of your desk chair.
I grab the base of your cock as I stick my tongue out to catch the precum that has leaked from your member, and I lap it up. I swirl my tongue around the head a few times before I lick up and down your shaft. I get it nice and wet with my saliva, and my hand starts to stroke you as I take the tip into my mouth. I run my tongue along the frenulum and slit as I suck on just the head. I watch you as I tease you for a moment, before taking more of your hardness in my mouth.
“Good girl.”
I melt at your words and I feel the primal in me start to relax. In that strange dichotomy that is us, you, on the other hand, start to become more aggressive.
One of your hands touches the top of my head, lightly guiding me. I take you in as much as I can, trying to swallow your hard cock down.
I hold you in the back of my throat for a moment, on the verge of suffocating. I hear you moan and now both your hands grab my head and hair aggressively. You take full control and proceed to fuck my face.
One of my hands reaches behind you, grabbing your ass and pulling you in closer, while the other grabs your thigh, holding on.
On a particular deep stroke, deeper than before, you reach the back of my throat and hold me there. I can feel my eyes start to water as I start gagging, fighting for air. You hold me for just a second longer before allowing me to come up for oxygen.
“That’s my good girl.”
You pull me up from my knees until I’m standing in front of you. You lightly push me aside as you stand up too. You grab the laptop you were working on, close it, and place in on the seat of your chair. Your desk is actually fairly neat and not a lot on it so there’s no need for a dramatic sweeping of objects to the floor. As I stand there waiting for your command, you undo my jeans, turn me around to face the desk, push down on my back and bend me over it until my cheek is flush with the wood.
“Stay.”
I feel you pull my jeans down around my ankles. I hear you open a drawer, and I’m a touch nervous, wondering what you might be grabbing. I hear the clink of scissors opening and closing before you cut through the sides of the very wet panties I’m wearing. The scissors go back in the drawer as you pull the panties free and stuff them in my mouth.
“Can’t have you making any noise now since you’re not supposed to here.”
I can’t help but be thankful I decided to wear panties today because who knows what you might have used instead to try and keep me quiet.
I hear the slithering of your belt as you pull it free from your pants and step behind me.
“Grab onto the desk. This is for interrupting me at work.”
My hands reach up to cling to the edge of the wood as I hear the swoosh of the belt come down on my ass. I grunt every time I feel the sting of the leather on my behind. I know I’m going to feel this not just not tonight, but tomorrow as well every time I sit down and I actually look forward to it.
After ten lashes, you stop and put the belt down next to me, rubbing my ass where you struck me. Soon you slide two, then three fingers into my drenched cunt.
“Mmmmmm, that’s my good girl, soaking wet for daddy.”
I hear you pull your jeans down and I imagine you taking some of my juices and rubbing it all over your penis. I feel you steady yourself behind me before shoving your cock deep inside me. I moan behind my panties, feeling you stretch my tight walls.
You lean over me, your front to my back, grabbing my hands that are holding onto the edge of the desk. You let me take a moment to adjust to your thickness before you slid almost all the way out and slam back in. I involuntarily clench my pussy muscles trying to keep you in place but you are setting the pace and I’m just along for the ride.
You pound my dripping wet hole, taking out the week’s frustrations on me and I’m loving it. My eyes roll back in my head as my orgasm quickly hits me. A minute later I hear your heavy grunt in my ear as you cum inside me, my cunt milking your hard cock dry. We stay like that for a moment before I feel you lift up and you slide out of me. All I can do is lay there a second, trying to catch my breath, before I stand up.
I reach for a box of Kleenex you have nearby but you stop me.
“No, don’t clean up. You can pull your pants up and go home just like that, feeling me drip out of you.”
I blush just thinking about the possibility of someone seeing a big wet spot on my jeans before I manage to make it home.
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