Whenever we worked together, Rob flirted with me. Actually, to be more precise, he teased me. I’d had flirtatious, teasing friendships with men I worked with before of course, but there was something different about Rob. His steely blue eyes radiated a feeling of power, a power he held over me that I’d never experienced before. The man could make me blush with the simplest of innuendo, the raise of an eyebrow, or a playful smirk. Normally, the dirtiest phrase from anyone else would only elicit a quick comeback from me. But his attention would cause me to shift my eyes from his intense gaze only to be magnetically pulled back to find him full of pleasure at my discomfort. It drove me crazy that he could turn me into this stereotypically blushing heroine, complete with the heaving bosom – yet every chance I had I was back for more.
For months now, I’d go home from work with him on my mind. At night, I’d pull out my current lover, a purple vibrator with a purple sheath that, combined with the image of him taking control, could send me over the edge in a minute or less. I wanted him and I’d take it anyway he’d give it to me.
One night we were closing together and, as usual, he was distracting me from getting my work done. The numbers became jumbled in my brain and I hit the wrong key and had to start all over again. This had happened on every Thursday night for the past two months and I just couldn’t take it any more.
I put down my pen and said, “Rob, what do you want? Do you want to hear me say it?”
“Say what?”
“I know you know. So you want me to say it? Fine. I want you Rob. I want you to take me any way you want. I want you to tell me what to do.”
He sat back in his chair, calmly folded his hands in his lap, and grinned. His pleasure showed on his face as he anticipated what he could make me do, what it would take to break me, what it would take to make me beg and cry for release.
“Take off your shirt.”
I cringed. The lights in the office were those florescent office lights that made everything feel overexposed. But I did as he asked. The t-shirt with the phrase “Dare Me?” was not lying over the back of the chair.
“Now come here.”
I did and he reached behind me and undid my bra and removed it. Then he unzipped my jeans, latched his fingers around the top of my panties and pulled them to my knees.
I was blushing furiously by this point. Standing before him under the bright lights, I doubted that I would meet his expectations. I just prayed that he’d keep going; that he’d finish what he’d started.
He reached up and ran his palms lightly over my nipples, which hardened instantly at his touch.
“Turn around,” he said. “Remove your jeans.”
I obeyed, bending over from the waist. As I removed one leg, then the other, his hand lightly grazed one cheek, then the other. Now, I was standing before him completely naked. His finger traced a path down the crack of my ass.
“Spread you legs further apart, then grab your ankles.”
When I hesitated, his hand quickly reached in front of me, pinched my left nipple hard, and growled, “Do it.”
I did. My legs were spread apart so that I could feel the coolness of the air upon my open lips. Once again, his hand ran over my ass, down through the crack, and then his fingers disappeared into the folds of my pussy. I wanted to feel his fingers inside me, but instead, he just pushed and slid that ginger back and forth through the folds of my wet lips. Occasionally, he’d graze my clit, but barely.
“You like this, don’t you? You like that I can do whatever I want?”
I began to stand up to turn and answer him, but before I was fully erect, the palm of his hand made contact with my right cheek. I fell forward with the impact and felt my cheek burn.
“I didn’t say to stand up. Just answer me.”
Bent over again, I said, “Yes, I like it. I’ll do whatever you tell me to do.”
“That’s a good girl,” he crooned, patting my ass gently. His finger returned to the wetness, and this time, he rewarded me by burying two fingers deep inside me. I groaned and pushed against his hand. He stopped moving.
“Fuck my fingers,” he commanded.
I slid my cunt up and down over his long fingers. Each time I took his fingers deep inside me I clenched my muscles around them. His thumb rubber over my tight puckered hole.
“Stop. Now turn around.”
My face was flushed with excitement and my pussy throbbed. I wished he’d fuck me now but when I looked into his lap I knew he’d make me work for the fucking I wanted. His jeans were unzipped and his cock stood full and proud. He lowered his jeans to his knees.
“I know what you want. But first I get what I want. Suck my cock.”
Although I wanted nothing more than to feel his hard cock buried deep in my pussy, I dropped eagerly to my knees. His cock was long enough to be visually exciting and thick enough to be fulfilling, just as I’d imagined it. Tonight, above all, I wanted to please him. I wanted him to know that I’d really stop at almost nothing to excite him, no matter how much I blushed. I hoped that he’d feel the power he had over me and want to wield it again and again and again.
I began by licking the head of his cock, running the tip of my tongue over the slit, then lapping at him like I would the foam of a cappuccino. Then I circled my tongue around the circumference, getting closer and closer to the base of his cock, until I reached his balls. I took each full sac into my mouth, one at a time, and sucked gently until they grew hard in the warmth of my mouth. I ran the full length of my tongue up the underside of his rod until I reached the head again. Gripping the base of his shaft with one hand, I then took as much of him as I could in my mouth. As he groaned and began to thrust gently into my mouth it was almost more than I could take. My eyes were watering, but I was determined to keep going until he said I could stop. His cock began to twitch in my mouth and I got ready for him to come. Then he pulled me up by my hair and before I could question what he wanted, my breasts were covered with his hot cream. I smiled up at him and then lifted my right nipple to my mouth and licked off the dollop of come that had landed there. The smile on his face was huge; I knew I’d performed well so far.
“Well, I think you’ve earned a reward,” he said. “What would you like?”
“Really, anything you’d like would be great,” I said, meaning it.
“No – I want you to tell me what you want.”
“Well, I want…” I began, my eyes lowered. I wasn’t accustomed to being specific about my desire.
He raised my chin with a finger so that I was looking at him again.
“I want…you to eat my pussy.”
Once again, I was blushing and his eyes danced in amusement.
He tucked the keyboard under the desk, cleared the papers from the top, and gave the desk a pat.
I sat before him on the desk and he placed my feet over his shoulders. I was open and exposed to him. He sat for a moment and just looked. It made me both uncomfortable and excited to have my legs spread under such close scrutiny. He was in no rush, but finally he lightly placed his palm against my open lips. My head fell back in a sigh as he moved his hand up and down.
When he cleared his throat, I lifted my head.
“Pay attention please. Look at me when I pleasure you.”
He spread my lips with his fingers and a trickle of wetness ran down my thigh. I’d been especially careful to keep my bush neatly trimmed and my labia freshly shaved, jus in case this actually happened and I was glad I had now. He let his fingers run through my folds up to my clit, tugging it lightly between his fingers.
“Do you want more?”
“Please…”
“What do you want? Be specific now.”
“I want to feel your tongue on my pussy. Please,” (shame had almost abandoned me, but I still blushed again as I said the words) “lick me.”
That smile again – he love that he could make me beg.
I watched as he lowered his head, ever so slowly, his eyes on mine the entire time, reached out with his tongue, and began to lap up the wetness. He teased my clit briefly before dipping his tongue into my depths. I thought I was either going to die or explode. Neither happened though as his tongue began to move more rapidly. He reached up to a nipple with one hand and pinched me as two fingers from the other hand began to fill me. As his fingers thrust in and out, his tongue focused on my clit. His teeth grazed over me and he even suckled at my now hardened nub. My cunt felt on fire and my hips were moving against his eager mouth. I knew I couldn’t hold back much longer.
Pushing him away, I met his eyes and I said what he’d been waiting to hear. “Please Rob, please, would you fuck me now?”
As he stood, I could see that he was ready again. I couldn’t wait for him to fill me with that hard cock. Without being asked, I turned over and lay my upper body across the desk. I reached between my legs and spread my lips invitingly.
Looking over my shoulders, I said one more time, “Please, fuck me Rob?”
Without hesitation, he firmly grabbed my hips and buried the full length of his shaft deep into my pussy. I braced myself against the desk and groaned with gratitude at finally being filled.
As he slowly withdrew almost to the tip of his cock, he asked, “Is that what you wanted?”
He slammed his cock deep into my cunt again, withdrew once more and thrust again.
“Do you want me to make you come harder than you ever have before?”
I grunted, barely able to talk, but managed to beg one more time, “Yes, yes, yes…please, oh yes, make me come.”
He wrapped one arm around my waist to steady me and reached to my clit with the other hand. His fingers danced over my clit as he began to seriously pound my throbbing cunt. My legs quivered and I felt more out of control than I ever had before.
He leaned over and grumbled in my ear in his low husky voice, “Come on baby. Come for me. Come for me now.”
With a rhythmic tugging at my pussy and his cock pummeling the deepest depths of my tunnel, I was there. I shook as I screamed, “Yes, Rob! Yes, yes, yes!”
Seconds later, he was with me as he held my hips and pushed his way through an orgasm, that for some reason, I was proud of.
He leaned back into the chair and I sat on the desk. I didn’t trust my legs to hold me up yet. We were quiet for a moment.
Finally, I said, “Thank you Rob. I thought you were never gong to give me what I wanted.”
“All you had to do was ask. That’s all I was waiting for.”
“And if there’s something else I want you to do to me?”
He laughed. “Just ask. It never hurts to ask.”
I smiled. He might be surprised at what I’d ask for next time.
