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Office Witch. That’s my nickname at work. I’m known as being cruel,
calculating – and my favourite - sexually frustrated. There is no end to the
jokes written in the bathroom stalls – and all meant for my eyes. While most
reference one object or another I should be humping, a few make it clear a good
fucking will put me in my place.
What do they know?
One night I was working late – actually that was the norm and not
the exception – and assumed I was alone. I had my feet up on the desk and my
blouse unbuttoned. I suppose if anyone stood in the doorway, they would see
under my desk and up my skirt where a butterfly toy was busy keeping me happy.
Not that it was obvious – and hence the beauty of the butterfly – but just the
same I’m not accustomed to masturbating to an audience, even an audience of
one.
With cool air on my chest and a pleasant buzz between my legs, I
managed to read most of what I set out to do; twenty pages of legalese and
counting, and another ten to go. I took a few seconds to adjust my pussy
playmate so it was right on my clitoris, then propped my legs back up, this
time with some room for my sex to breath a little.
When I looked up, Mr. Every-girl-wants-to-ride-him was there, his
eyes trying to confirm what his heart and mind was hoping – ‘ol Ms. Witch was
getting off.
I sat up in a heartbeat and pulled my blouse closed. I wasn’t sure
whether to be furious or humiliated. The next few seconds of silence was
dreadful.
“I would have never guessed you were capable of pleasure,” he said,
deadpan. All I could muster was “Kiss my ass.”
He stepped forward with his big handsome smile. “If I thought it
would calm the beast in you, I’d kiss your ass and anything else you feel so
inclined to offer”. With that he
glanced down to where my butterfly was busy tickling away, unaware my face was
as crimson as the clitty it was catering to.
My mind was racing. Should I let him walk away with his cock and my
secret? Or my secret and his cock? Or how about if I let him shove his cock up
my secret and exorcise the beast in me? Or better yet, how about if I shove my
secret in his beautiful face, and let him taste the sweetness no one thinks
exists.
Karl, his real name, tired of waiting finally turned to leave.
“You can start with my ass.” I blurted out, not wanting to lose my
one shot at riding this beautiful man specimen. I guess I thought by making him
kiss my ass, I still somehow had the upper hand. It’s the little dominatrix in
me.
Karl closed the door and approached my desk. He held out his hand
and pulled me to my feet, and around in front of the desk. He planted a
fantastic kiss right on the lips. It was long and it was warm and it was wet. I
could feel my pussy swelling, and the butterfly was becoming uncomfortable.
Karl nudged his thigh between my legs, mostly to confirm what he
already knew to be true. Surely he felt the buzzing. He knelt in front of me
and pushed my skirt up. A sly smile as he put his ear to my panties. He then
pulled the panties down to reveal the little blue butterfly, now wedged in some
very wet and very anxious pussy petals.
Karl removed the butterfly and set it aside, then gently nudged my
hips to turn me around. He was going to make good on his offer. Or was it my
offer? Who cares, just kiss it.
He glided his lips across my bare flesh, just enough to tickle. A
kiss here and a kiss there, then back to just skimming. It was very sexy to say
the least. Me, the coldest woman in the building, having her ass kissed by the
sexiest man in the building. Sometimes the simplest things are the best.
Well the kisses went from boyish admiration of a pretty ass, to
full-blown adorations. He was loving it as much as I; he kissed my cheeks, my
dimples, the small of my back, and my hips and thighs. Once, twice, and back
again for more.
It was now the moment of truth. Would he go for the rose, or was his
obligations to my ass fulfilled?
My curiosity was immediately satisfied when Karl gently pushed on my
back to bend me over the desk. My most secret of places was now at his beck and
call.
Karl tapped my ankles, a message to open up a bit, so I set my feet
apart a good two feet. I’m sure my
pussy was dripping like a faucet by now. Maybe he couldn’t decide which secret
to devour first. Go for the pussy while the honey is warm, or stick to his
promise to kiss my ass, and to me, that means all of it. Every nook and cranny.
And kiss it he did. Every nook and cranny. The bastard had me slobbering just
from the eroticism of it. I don’t
care much for things pushing past the gate, and he sensed that, so he just gave
me a glorious tongue bath I could take to the grave. Damn it was nice.
Karl gave my pussy a few ‘nectar-gathering’ slurps, then stood up
behind me.
“Permission to kiss the lady’s pussy?” he asked.
“Permission granted,” I answered, pushing myself back on him. I
needed to feel something – anything - bumping up against my aching clit. A
tongue is a grand option, but I’ll take a thigh, a fist, even a 2x4. Just ease
the pressure inside my pussy. Please!
Karl rolled me onto my back on the desk, then pushed my knees up to
my chest. My sex was served.
Karl was back on his knees with the same routine – light brushes of
his lips over my pussy flesh, with a kiss here and there. The kisses turned to
nibbles, bites, licks and a few seconds in between to inhale me. If he could
shove his nose up to my cervix, I’m sure he would. I felt great to be
appreciated for both taste and scent – the two magic powers of pussy.
He picked up the pace and really went after my poor, helpless
clitty. It wasn’t long before I gave him something to remember my by. What a
release that was! The best part, I was so completely comfortable with my
suitor, I had no qualms really letting go. I clawed, I squealed, I cussed and I
squirt.
He stood with a big and wet grin. My legs were useless and hung off
the desk like damp rags.
“Permission to enjoy your breast, ma’am?” he playfully asked. I could only nod.
Karl pulled me to my feet and helped me to my chair. He sat first,
then pulled me on his lap. He unhooked my bra, and just gazed at the two
beauties in front of him. Not big, not perfectly pear-shaped, but perky with
some nice pink nipples. He did his routine again – lips brushing, a few kisses,
then the assault. It all worked.
Me? My pussy was spread over a still-concealed cock. My radar was on
full alert and I knew exactly where that cock was, and its condition. It wanted
out. I reached for his belt, but Karl took my hands away.
“Not until I’ve kissed all your places,” he smiled.
With that he traced his fingers over my neck, down my back, under my
arms, and across the backs of my knees.
“Some may even need a second opinion,” he said, glancing down
between my legs.
Alright, so maybe I wasn’t going to fuck tonight, but I sure was
going to wake up some sleeping dragons inside, and when the day comes, his cock
will not be the same ever again. This I vow.
It was time to win back the control here. I pulled my nipples from
his mouth, turned around and bent over the desk, offering up my ass again.
“Second opinions. Interesting. I was thinking the same thing,” I
whispered.
*****
A.W.
*****
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