1. The Desk


    Date: 12/19/2014, Categories: Anal, BDSM, Masturbation, Author: tristramrandy, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    Getting into your office wouldn't be so hard: a question of picking the right pocket, an outward display of confidence and good timing is all it would take. I'm sure with some subtle inquisition I could gradually glean which is your desk. Ensuring you'd be wearing a skirt on the day in question, which would be critical to the surprise and my intentions, might be a little trickier without giving the game away. It could be resolved by giving you a standing order to wear only skirts on a Tuesday or maybe I'd make plans with you for after work and instruct you in what I want you to wear. Risky, the latter, because you might decide to change between work and play to be ever so slightly sluttier than you'd ever be in a professional setting, just to please me. A standing order it would have to be, with at least the fringe benefit of knowing that if I find you're not obeying, I will have the pleasure of punishing you for it. I'd get in before anyone else, locate your desk and place myself under it, concealed by the darkness and your chair that I'd pull close to the desk. It would be useful if you arrived before everyone else, so maybe I'd make those plans to see you later in the day anyway, the better to ensure you start your day earlier. I don't want you to scream when you first feel my fingers brush your calf, so when you arrive I'd text you simply ordering you not to react to anything strange that might happen in the next 30 seconds. You'd jump a little when my hand wrapped ...
    itself around your calf and started to slide up to your thigh, but at least my presence would remain concealed. You'd try not to react too much when you realise what's going on and you're thankful that you're in early before anyone else. You'd be drawn between being enormously turned on and wondering how the fuck you get both yourself and myself out of this situation. I'd whisper to you to relax, that everything's taken care of, and my fingers would reach the underside of your thigh before rolling over it and continuing the path towards your increasingly wet cunt. My hands would push your thighs wider apart, drawing you closer to the desk. You'd feel my breath on your thighs as my face comes closer to your skin. I can smell the sweet scent of your arousal and it would be extremely challenging for me not to tear your panties off just so that I can f***e my face against your perfect pussy, delighting in its soft feel and the intimacy of being pressed against the centre of your femininity. My lips start on your thighs, tracing a path forwards, light touches to drive the anticipation further, make you forget your surroundings. Of course that's impossible and you'd be checking quickly around yourself to make sure no-one's approaching; one of your hands would be under the desk, unsure whether to push my head away or pull it closer to your throbbing cunt. A little flick of my tongue across your thighs would settle the matter and the pressure from your hand would be forward rather than ...
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