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A LITTLE TLC

I surprised you by dropping by your office, I’ve missed you so and work has been so wickedly busy… I just thought a smiling face and some TLC were in order.

Walking into your office in a trench coat and sporting 6 inch golden tinted creamy stilettos, exaggeratedly swaying my hips, I find you between meetings seated at your desk. My poor Wolf is already looking frazzled even though your Spock face had clearly shown up early. I needed to ease your mind even if it was for a few minutes. Walking to your desk, you have risen to greet me. I lean over,run my fingers over and easing the very slight furrows above your brow. Leaning in kissing you deeply, my tongue teasingly runs the seam of your lips, requesting permission for access. You scold me with words such as, “kitten there is no time for this,” however you needed my taste in your mouth as much as you needed air at the moment. Kissing me back like it was our last kiss, tongues dancing, breaths and moans intermingling…mmmmmmm. I’m the one that breaks contact and I walk back to the door, shut it and turn the lock. I’m facing the door trench coat covering me from neck to the top of my knees.

You start with a, “kitten I am due in the boardroom in a few minutes…” I reach up and unbutton my trench coat starting at the neck. Opening it and spreading it wide before I let it drop…

You suck in your breath, your kitten is in a wide collar, scalloped with a waterfall of delicate golden chains. A chain goes to both wrist cuffs and trails to my belly ring, where a belly chain rests on my waist, where every inch or so a chain connects from the belly chain to the collar. A purrrrrfectly pouty rosy peak teasingly peeks through the draping of chains.

A lacy white garter belt snuggly encircles my hips, the straps delineating my curves which are attached to golden nude stockings. After you take me all in, you noticed that I’ve attached a sturdier chain that connects the wrist cuffs together. I raise my arms and toss the chain over the coat hook on the back of your office door…

Spreading my legs wide, I wait… My offering is clear, use me, get lost in me, quiet your mind as you sink into my body. I am yours… I exist solely for your pleasure.

You are on me, I hear the rasp of your zipper, the rustle of clothing, your dress shoes kick my feet even wider apart, your lips and teeth on the creamy shoulder that protrudes between the chains. Without a warning you are balls deep inside me, I groan as you fill me and I get used to the exquisite invasion. Your large hands fill themselves with chains and purrrrfect perky tits. The friction and contrasts making me gasp, my pussy clenches tight and starts rhythmically milking you. Snuggly cinching and squeezing with honeyed walls, my body always ready, always needy for yours.

One large hand leaves one of the purrrrfect girls and starts caressing a creamy cheek as you start to pump inside me… I feel the stinging slap, then strong fingers massaging the sting away, your hips are thrusting into mine, your suit pants abrading my creamy skin.

More stinging slaps, your teeth sinking into my shoulder, my pussy weeps for everything you have to give me, my teeth worrying my lower lip trying not to cum, this was for you, just for your pleasure, I wasn’t going to seek my own but our bodies and our souls had other plans. My cunt comes alive around your thick self, the contractions starting in undulating waves, almost painfully kneading your gorgeous cock. My body begging the only way it knows how to be filled, to be flooded with your essence.

We are far from silent. Your secretary is probably scarred for life. Between the whimpers, growls, moans, the thrusting against the door with the clanging of chains, all this extra sensory overload building us both up so quickly, you fist my hair and pull my head back your nostrils actually flare when you spy the collar. This is the first time you’ve seen me don one for you, we’ve talked of it but it just had not happened until now. My presumption has indeed had an effect.

Hips furiously pounding into me, your lips claiming mine, tongues matching what our thighs are doing. Somehow amidst everything you have released your belt and have looped it, you gently swat my clit while you are fucking me, and possessing my mouth at the same time. Combined with the twisting flexing thrusts so deeply into my welcoming hungry body, massaging my sweet spots, a couple more taps onto my clit and I’m screaming into your mouth, my legs shaking as I cum. My pussy’s seismic bliss beckons you to follow and fill me full of your seed.

It takes you a couple of minutes to recover, me much more so, the chains and hook the only thing keeping me upright. Looking at your watch and sighing in resignation. You are late, not by much but still… late…

Stepping back you take in again the whole picture, I’m sweaty, limp, practically comatose from such an amazing bout of sex, my creamy cheeks reddened from your spankings and your essence trickling down my inner thigh… Fuck…. You have to adjust yourself because you are full, heavy and at half mast again…

Lifting me off the chain *purrrrrrrrrrring* I snuggle into you… Gently you lay me onto the couch and cover me with the trench coat. Oh so sweetly kissing my forehead you whisper, “There will be consequences for making me late kitten… ” You see my lips turn up slightly into my *secret smile*. Oh I know.

Straightening yourself and making sure you are presentable, you leave for your meeting, looking back at me in a sex coma on your couch, a wolfish grin splits your face… Inappropriate thoughts of maybe squeezing in some consequences between a later meeting as you lock the door behind you. Your mind is indeed clear and your demeanor is one of total relaxation, stress free and calm. I knew I was going to get a boon for knowing exactly what you needed, even when my Wolf did not.

Kittens quiet their Wolf’s mind as well….

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