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By *ashenka OP Woman
17 hours ago
Watford |
And right now, I have no desire to resist.
I hold his gaze, feeling the heat rising between us. The gift in my hand suddenly feels heavier, its meaning deeper than just a token of remembrance. Slowly, I place it back in the box, setting it on his desk before stepping closer.
His breath is steady, controlled, but I see the flicker of anticipation in his eyes. “You’re full of surprises,” I murmur, my fingers tracing the lapel of his crisp shirt.
He smirks, tilting his head slightly. “And you… are dangerously tempting.”
His hands find my waist, a firm yet deliberate touch, as if grounding me in the moment. The scent of him—warm, intoxicating—fills my senses as his fingers trail lower, pressing lightly at the curve of my hip.
“I don’t want this to be the last time,” I admit, my voice barely above a whisper.
His thumb brushes my skin, sending a shiver down my spine. “Then don’t let it be,” he replies, his voice like silk.
The world outside fades, the ticking clock, my flight—none of it matters right now. All that exists is this moment, the space between us growing smaller as his lips hover just above mine.
He traces his finger alongside my inner thigh, slowly, deliberately, my breath stuck inside. My pussy is responding his call, betraying my cool pose, my insides melting under his gaze.
His other hand cups my breast, while he flickers top of his tongue against my erect nipple. Licking, stroking, biting gently, the quiver inside me is responding even to his breath! My legs part subconsciously, wet juices dripping down my tights.
He pushes me back, my legs give in when make a contact with the sofa. I slumber down, just to be reclaimed into his embrace, strong arms around my waist, claiming his ownership of my body, of my soul.
I sink deep, letting go of any resistance, giving myself to him, surrendering to his every wish.
Mr.D…
And then, he claims me—slowly, deliberately—his lips warm, tracing my sking down, from brests to my belly button and lower, claiming my clit, my throbbing hood, silently screaming for his touch, for his attention.
What seemed like an hour of a 5 seconds of an immense pleasure, I shudder, I convulse, as I reward him with a flow of my sweet juices. He licks my pussy fervently, not wasting a drop, hungry for my body, savouring my scents, my moisture like a man deprived of pleasure.
His tongue ventured deeper and deeper, circling my insides, sending shiver though my body again and again. I couldn’t take it any longer. I wanted him! I wanted to feel his cock inside me, badly, oh so badly… but first I wanted to taste him.
Pushing him of me, a flicker of surprise settled on his face just for a fleeting moment, that a knowing smirk replaces the gaze: “Are you hungry?” He asked as he was unzipping his trousers.
“Yes”, I whispered “ I want to taste you, I want to savour you, I want to make you remember me…” I lowered myself and took him in, slowly, teasing his erect cock, nibbling on the top, biting slightly, running my tongue round the rim, sucking him hard, playing with him, sending him to oblivion.
“Stop”, he whispered, “Or you going to make me cum”
I lowered myself onto him, claiming his manhood fully, up to his tilt. He grabbed my buttocks, trusting himself deep inside me. I rode him wild, like there was no tomorrow, he responded with matching force, I found my clit, moist and erect, asking to be stroked. I matched my movements, pleasing myself as I rode him, panting together in a unison. I felt waves of heat rising up from inside of me, slowly coming to the surface, I started t shudder, “I am cuming” I whispered. He responded with even more force, giving me his final trusts, injecting his hot cum inside me, willing me up. My pussy milked him, hungry for every drop, not to be wasted.
I’ve collapsed onto his chest, my chest heaving, while I listened to his pounding heart.
Later on, as he presses me against the edge of his desk, tracing my breast with one hand while pulling my hair, forcing me to arch my back, grinding me from behind, I knew that this is not just a goodbye. It’s a promise—one that lingers long after the moment fades.
His lips linger against mine, slow and deliberate, as if savouring every second. The room feels smaller, the air charged with unspoken words and the weight of my imminent departure.
His hands slide to my waist, fingers pressing lightly, as though memorizing the shape of me. “You don’t have to go,” he murmurs against my skin, his breath warm.
I exhale a soft laugh, tilting my head to meet his gaze. “I wish that were true.”
For a moment, neither of us speaks. The soft clink of glassware, the distant hum of the world outside, the scent of fresh fruit and coffee—it all feels like it belongs to another reality, one that doesn’t include this charged space between us.
Finally, he exhales and steps back, regaining that composed, unreadable demeanor. “Stay for lunch, at least,” he says, gesturing to the table.
I nod, knowing that while time is slipping away, I’ll take every last second I can get.
Because once I walk out that door, I don’t know when—or if—I’ll see him again.
“Wear my gift for me, now is the perfect time”. I look at him, smile curling on mu lips. I take the pebble out of the box, weighing it in my hand. A mix of emotions run through my mind. I slipped it inside, then crossed my legs, getting used to the sensation.
“Let me play with you”
He takes out the controller and sets it on the table. My anticipation rises with every moment, not sure what to expect.
Then the door opens, and Frank steps inside, carrying bottle of bubbly.
“Hello”, he said, “I hope I didn’t interrupt anything?” He asked with raised eyebrows.
“Not at all, please join us of some lunch. Oh, and get some glasses from the table behind you!” Mr D commanded in a perfect calm voice.
A sinister smirk crossed his face as Frank turned around. “I hope you will enjoy the fun”, he whispered to me. We sat across from each other, the small table between us feeling like both a bridge and a barrier. The food is exquisite—fresh fruit, delicate pastries, something light and refreshing—but my appetite is elsewhere.
I catch him watching me, his gaze slow and deliberate. “You’re quiet,” he notes, his voice smooth as ever.
I twirl the stem of my glass between my fingers. “Just… thinking.”
He leans back slightly, studying me, playing with the remote in his hand. “About?”
I hesitate before answering. “About how different things might be… if I weren’t leaving today.”
The corner of his lips lifts in a knowing smirk. “I had the same feeling.”
And then I felt it, the sudden vibration, unexpected jolt of pleasuring pulses down below, hidden from anyone’s eyes… I couldn’t make out Franks conversation, just nodded politely, while wave after wave of sensation hit my insides. I was melting inside while projecting composed exterior, but my flushed neck and quickening pulse has betrayed me.
He lifts his glass, takes a slow sip, nodding to me. I took mine, sipping slowly, feeling the bubbles hitting the back of my throat as I swallow, when another wave hits me. I coughed, not having time to breath, compose myself. Frank looks at me, then seeing the remote in Mr.D’s hand, he smiled… “Ah, so we are having some fun here, aren’t we!”
He looked at Mr.D as for approval. Receiving a slight nod, he stood up, walking around the table with a glass in his hands. He put the glass down cupping my face, tilting it up, then lowers himself and starts kissing me, deep, hungry kisses, full of desire. After a moment he unzip his trousers and out he pops his throbbing manhood, right in front of my face.
“Now, he needs some kisses too”, he commands.
I looked at Mr.D, waiting for his reaction. A gentle nod was all that I needed.
I took a sip of the champaign, filling my mouth, then eloped my lips round his Franks manhood. “Crist, this is sensational” he cried out, bubbles tingling round his erect shaft inside my mouth. I started to circle my tongue around hit rim, playing with him, then I felt the jolt again… This was sending me crazy!
Frank had sat down, pushing me down with him, so I was kneeling in front of him. I felt movement behind me, hands on my buttocks, opening them up. A tricke of champaign was running down my back, trickling over my butthole. Them I felt the tongue, hungry, licking the bubbles of my skin, rimming me, pressing inside me, while wave after wase rippled through my pussy. Frank was clearly enjoying himself too, his manhood stiff and throbbing, ready to explode any moment.
Then I felt him, pressing, pushing inside my butthole, I sight with anticipation, then trusted against him, sensation after sensation sending me wild.
I sucked harder, mimicking his trusts, all 3 of us working in unison, lost in passion and lust.
I started to shiver… “Not yet”, Frank commanded, “Suck me, you little slut, I want you to watch me cumming, I want to cum over your face and your breasts, then I want you to lick mu cum of me, I want….” And with that he pulled out and as he promised, he sprayed my face, my face with jets of his thick, hot cum. I sucked his throbbing head, licking the last drops. Then I felt my body responding to this sensation and my own ending was erupting inside me. Sensing this, Mr.D grabbed me and with the last couple of trusts he exploded too.
After Frank left, we sat on the sofa, pressed against each other, watching the sun going down. “You could stay,” he says after a beat, his voice casual but laced with meaning. “You see what you will be missing out on?”
I let out a soft laugh, shaking my head. “You know I can’t.”
His fingers tap lightly against the table, as if considering something. Then he stands, moving to my side with effortless grace. My breath catches as he tilts my chin up, forcing me to meet his gaze.
“Then let’s not waste time dwelling on what-ifs,” he murmurs, his thumb grazing my jawline.
My pulse quickens. He’s right. Thinking about what happens after I leave will only make it harder. Right now, I just want to exist in this moment.
He holds out his hand, an invitation. “Come with me.”
I don’t ask where. I don’t need to. I simply take his hand and let him lead me, knowing that whatever happens next, I’ll carry it with me long after I’m gone. |
