The BJ
I have
always had a fantasy about giving a guy a blow
job while I am under his desk. My fantasy is pretty
specific, and includes him having to deal with phone
calls, interruptions, and conversation with staff as I
am sucking on his cock.
Well, last Saturday morning, I lived this fantasy. It
was so decadently delicious that I have to tell you
all about it.
I had dropped into my lover’s office (first time
there!), thinking I could give him a quickie BJ as a
thank you gift, because he has promised to let me have
my way with him this coming Thursday, Friday, and
Saturday nights. And I have some very specific
fantasies about what is going to happen then too (I
promise to write about them too, after it happens).
Well, as it turns out, there were a couple people
there working because apparently they are pushed to
finish some projects before a deadline of some sort.
Believe me; I understand deadlines in my line of work!
So I decided to pretend I am a would-be client.
I think I pulled it off well, showing the guy that met
me as I walked in(he was kind of cute too!) that I
needed to see the boss about some work I needed done.
My lover chatted with me for a few minutes, me
furiously working the keyboard of my PDA, then closed
the door and then kissed me. God can he kiss, so soft
and caring and gentle. Makes my spirit soar. I could
feel him getting hard as he kissed me, especially
after I stuck my tongue in his mouth and caressed his
teeth and tongue. Now, bear in mind, he did not know
yet what I was going to do. But he is almost always
hard when I am in his arms, so I took it for the
complement it is.
He is a balding man with a bit of a stomach, my
favorite profile. We believe he is my late husband’s
half brother, but there is no way to be sure (OK
another long story, I will tell you that one too,
later……..). His hand went under my short dress to my
bald and naked kitty. He smiled as we continued to
kiss, probably at his delight at my once again not
wearing any kitty covering.
He loves that. I very rarely wear either a bra or
panties, you see. So I am immediately available to my
lovers’ touches and caresses. My nipples have the
propensity to stay on display at all times, so he
tells me I am a walking sex bomb. Grin.
Everything was going so well, that suddenly decided to
live my fantasy!
So after we had hugged and kissed long enough to
replenish our love buckets, I wrote on my PDA “I want
you to open the door to your office after I have
crawled under your desk. I am going to give you a
little surprise gift.” He has a side door to his
office, so I knew I could get away with the other
guy’s potential question about ‘where did that woman
go?’
I took my shoes off so I could curl my feet in under
my bum as I was huddled under his desk. I heard him
reopen his office door, then walk back to his desk. I
saw his crotch come into view. I felt my eager little
kitty freshen. My kitty lips were just gazing the
carpet as I moved around a bit getting prepared and
comfortable for my task. He sat down and scooted in
under the desk.
Well, I soon realized that all the stories had read
written about this fantasy had one serious flaw. The
bottom of the drawer under a desk does not allow a
cock to stand up, let alone have a person’s head
bobbing up and down under there.
Time to improvise.
I pushed him back out and motioned for him to raise up
a bit, then unfastened his jeans and pulled them, with
his boxers, off of his legs and feet. Then had him
sit back down. He gasped when his naked bum touched
the leather of his chair. Giggle, must have been
cold.
Then he scooted back under the desk. I pulled his
thighs apart and was able to get my mouth to his cock
in the limited space. But rather than go up and down,
I had to move forward and back. Kind of inconvenient,
but I was determined to live my fantasy. I received
no objections from my lover.
I was soon balls deep into my pleasuring. He was
starting to breathe hard when I heard the other guy’s
voice ask him a question. I was too intent on my task
to understand the question, but my lover suddenly got
‘extremely rigid’ as he tried to answer him. He must
have done ok with his answer because the other guy
went away mumbling something or other.
I was working my groove, my own juices getting ready
to overflow, and my lover hard as a rock and pulsing,
when I heard his wife’s voice talking to the other
guy. I recognized the sound of her voice because when
he told her he was having an affair with me, she had
come to check me out, up front and personal. When she
was in my office I could see she was a bit torn about
it. But she had told him that since she was ficking
(German helps keep it lighter, don’t you think?)
around on him with someone else for three years, it
was only fair to let him have his own dalliances. She
didn’t like it much though.
I didn’t stop sucking on his cock just because she was
t here. In fact I started feeling kind of possessive
of her husband’s penis that I was having so much fun
suckling to orgasm. She had NEVER sucked him off! I
took sudden satisfaction in that fact as my mouth was
pleasuring her husband so wonderfully intimately.
He was close to cumming too. VERY close! His cock
was trembling and swollen in my mouth. He is long
enough to really enter my throat, and I was taking him
there with every movement, then drawing my tongue back
tight to the underside of his glans and shaft, paying
particular attention to the little triangle under his
glans right where it meets his shaft. I like to run
the tip of my tongue right across that little area
each time I draw my head back. Then I purse my lips
tightly as I push back over the head of his cock.
That pulls the little mouth open and I run my tongue
down it as it goes back by. From there I run the tip
of my tongue right down his glans and shaft, then suck
hard as I start to pull back again.
His wife’s voice was suddenly right above me. My
lover leaned forward and put his elbows on his desk.
I shoved his thighs back open wide, and continued to
suck him. He began to soften a bit. I was determined
not to loose any ground. The competitor in me was
suddenly up front and needing to win. I desperately
wanted to taste his gift. All I could think of was
that getting him to cum while his wife was watching
would be such a wonderful accomplishment.
My fingers went unbidden into my cleft. I tried
desperately not to insert them inside me, to instead
just frig my clittie. I was afraid if I inserted them
inside me, I would leak my wetness onto his carpet.
It certainly felt like my kitty was full of juice.
The damn woman stayed and talked. SHIT! I heard her
sit on the edge of the desk. The conversation droned
on. My lover continued to soften despite my best
efforts. I tried every tick in the book to keep him
hard. Finally I heard her stand again, then I heard
her lean over and kiss him! It was a deliberately
loud kiss. The blood surged back into his cock, and
his cock refilled my mouth, protruding again into my
throat. Then, FINALLY, footsteps toward the door.
I wanted now, in the worst possible way, to have him
cum while she was here. I would show the bitch what a
happy man after a blow job looks like. I really
clamped down and sucked, my head and body moving
rapidly forward and back, taking his whole cock clear
in and clear out.
It was working. He started trembling and his breath
was very rapid. I heard her stop and turn to look
back at him. I clamped my tongue to the bottom of his
cock and caressed his balls, then tugged them. It was
enough!
I heard his wife say “And Deni, you slut! Just don’t
forget your damn shoes when you leave, deary . . . ”
She didn’t get to finish because my lover started to
grunt as his cum shot up his canals and started to
reward my nasty greedy mouth with his crème. I
suppose his face went red and rigid as his cock was
spewing into my mouth. He came for a long time, then
finally collapsed. When he was done, I didn’t hear
her voice or footsteps again. I think she was gone.
My own fingers had indeed accomplished their
clandestine purposes as well. Too late I realized my
whole hand was penetrating my own cunt, my
out-of-control body bouncing up and down in my clamped
together fingers as I began to cum. Since I cannot
make vocal-cord sounds, my orgasm was silent, other
than the sound of wetness splashing on the floor.
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