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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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I had booked the room – though not perfect as there were others rooms occupied through the wall, we both wanted it carpeted. Like a sitting room: a few chairs and enough space to move about if we wanted to. The important part was that it was central – and how more central than just off Blythswood Square could you get! I waited for your text to say you were on your way up. I was agreed I would greet you formally and guide you to the room. This was perfect, as the rooms were used for small business and consultative meetings. The crunch would come to how good a location this was pending of whether the room could contain the noise. You had said that you were not a ridiculously loud screamer – and soon we would find out. The truth would be known.
My mobile lit up and I looked: “Waiting for the lift xx “ was all it said. There was nothing to prepare so I sat and waited for the doorbell to ring. It went. I moved out across the hall to the waiting area. Opening the door I looked. Not having met you and you only really knowing my chest, I looked expectantly at the two females in the row of chairs. “Kat?” You looked up and I smiled – polite, for others, but I knowing it was a look of lust and enjoyment. “Come through this way” I said. We passed one or two in the corridor and as we passed I pointed to where the bathroom was and invited you to make use of the facilities if you wished. “No, I am sorted” was your reply. I took this to mean that you had done as we agreed - come wearing nothing, so that your pussy was left naked below.
Opening the door you looked round the room as I shut the door behind us. “So shall we sit and talk?” you enquired removing your coat and throwing it on the chair. “No” I said. “We agreed it was simply a face fuck. Anyway I am hoping you are tight and dry as I want to feel you as you loosen up and the first beads of your cum starts to form on your pussy. Is that ok?” “Of course” you respond as you watch as I lie down on the ground in front of you undoing my shirt and throwing if off to the side. “Don’t want your pussy juice all over my collar! That would be such a waste!”
Undoing your skirt it falls from you and is quickly placed beside your coat. From where I lie I see you are wearing stockings and nothing else. Your shaved mound squeezed between your thighs sitting quietly. Not a stir. “I’ll chat as your mouth will be full” you say with a laugh as you place a foot either side of me and place yourself on top of my chest. “Let’s start like this….so you can see my pussy for a wee while before it comes closer. I want to see you look at my pussy, looking at it so you understand every part of it and it is memorised in your brain. Do you like the look of it?”
I can only manage a murmur.
“Is that a yes? Or should I get dressed again?” At that my hands reach up behind your bum and push you forward to my face. You resist. “Stop! That is not allowed. Rules are: tongue and lips only to touch my pussy, hands not allowed at all. When I am really wet, when I am nearing climax you can use only fingers to either finish me off with a finger fuck, or if your nose, mouth and tongue exclude that, your fingers can play with my clit. I don’t want any of your juice covered fingers on my body and marking my top! Remember the rules we agreed for this meeting. Next time we can agree different rules – but for today that is it! I’ll let you have your first taste when I want you to so be patient.”
I lie there looking at the shape of your lips, the tightness as they sit together. And as I take this in I suddenly notice a slackening, the lips ever so slightly falling apart. “Ok, I feel a sensation that tells me watching you stare at my lips I am a little aroused. I know you want to have the whole experience of a stimulated cunt from start to finish…well this is the start. I’ll move forward now and sit so that you can use your mouth and yet still see my face and how what you do is doing to me.”
The warmth of your thighs touching my ears distracts me from that moment when I poke my tongue out for its tip to touch the high point of your lips. They are quite dry, so I spit on them and run my tongue up and down slowly, not even trying to get inside. I enjoy it and watch as your lips move open to let my tongue in as I press a little bit more pressure. Moving my head in a nodding fashion, my tongue runs your length. On the eighth pass my lips detect a different taste. “Mmmmmm” “You noticed that” you ask. “I could feel it coming your way you dirty man” The taunt excites me more. I try to push my head in closer. You oblige by opening your legs wider and pushing yourself closer to my full face.
My tongue reaches inside now and slowly going up and down, searched for your juice. “It’s a pity I can’t take some of that juice and rub it on your nipples…..or even your cock head. Maybe another day. Well I will just have to eat a little myself.”
Pushing my mouth inside two of your fingers disappears and you withdraw them covered and raise the fingers to your mouth. I quickly return and thrust my mouth on to your lips, poking and licking inside you wanting to taste and feel the stickiness of your secretions.
You buck your hips so that your pussy jams against my mouth, and I realise that you are starting to really enjoy it now. Your hands are itching to find a place to be, and I can tell that they are used to feeling your nipples and squeezing them, but with your sticky fingers you cannot touch your breasts as the office awaits your return. Your hips movements increase in speed, as does my mouth and tongue. The level of juices flowing, to my delight, increases vastly and I feel my face becoming saturated as I fail to suck all the juice into my mouth. Your arms stretched above your head I feel you are trying not to go all out and ride my face, in case you break my nose which every so often gets buried inside you when it is not banging against your clit.
I let my hands come up and with a thumb and forefinger start to play with your lips. Pulling them back, stroking them….flicking your clit back and forth as my tongue enjoys the exploration…..trying to put aside the distraction of how am I going to explain the matted damp hair on my head which is being covered in your juices. Your hips are rocking up and down, pushing back and forth from my head. Every so often you stop as your thighs tighten and squeeze my head tight….and then resume their frantic motion……..
Despite your knees tight against my ears I hear your moaning…..”fuck……they will walk in on us if you don’t stop being so loud!” I tell you…..and then wonder did I say that to you or have I just shouted that out loud for the whole floor to hear!....
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