Sex in the office: a fantasy

The first time we met, he came across as an arrogant asshole. I was forewarned that he may be a bit annoying during the meeting, so I was already predisposed to expect this impression.  He asked me if a concept made sense; it got me so worked up, I clearly had to show him that I know my stuff. There I succeeded, and even got him to almost admit he could be wrong. Our subtle flirtation escaped the eyes of the other meeting participants.

For the second meeting, I was determined to seduce him. I kept thinking about that beautiful man and his confidence, bordering on arrogance; it turned me on. It was just me and him this time, pure coincidence but  I wasn’t going to take any prisoners, I showed up in a knee length skirt with a high slit, high heels, and a list of questions to ask him. Show some leg, show some brain, still the best advice I ever got.

I sat down next to him and he seemed softer, more reserved. First he got upset that all his teammates suddenly went to some event that he wasn’t invited to, and for a moment he reminded me a bit of a kid who wasn’t invited to the party. He apologised for the distraction; I got closer to view the demo on his screen; my leg accidentally brushed against his for only a brief moment, and his foot gently tapped against mine under the desk. It’s very difficult to concentrate on work conversation when the tension is so palpable, you can cut it with a knife.

At some point I veered the conversation away from work and asked a bit about his background, but he didn’t reciprocate. I already had him in the palm of my hand, he clearly understood that I knew my stuff, and it was in his best interest to be on my side. And yet he made me a bit nervous, looking at me with those big beautiful blue eyes, all the unspoken words sitting right there at their surface. He even excused himself to pretend to take a call, in fact to take a breath. When he came back I had crossed my legs and by this point he was openly staring there, where the skirt opened, high up on the thigh, only a few centimetres down from that sweet spot that was drawing his imagination….

He was the perfect gentleman at the end. He gave me all the information I needed for my work, and emphasised how happy he would be to assist me with anything in the future. I could think of a thing or two! His ‘kind regards’ at the end the email, the look in his eyes, his beautiful long hands and the flirtatious banter have set my mind racing; the work relationship was definitely mine, but I wanted to take it further; definitely not safe for work.

I dream about running into him at some event, after hours. Some corporate party where we spend time looking at each other across the room, him with his team, me with my work mates. Eventually he would come up to me, or appear next to me casually when I go to the bar. We would start talking, and he would suggest that he wanted to show me something back at the office, upstairs. We would disappear from the party and go back up. With the sexual tension escalating with each breath, the lift would be the perfect place for him to pounce on me. No, better wait. Let me lead the way. The seed has been planted, we both want it, now to draw these moments out for as long as possible in a fit of exquisite longing…

I lead him down the corridor. He’s still wearing the shirt and tie, I’m still in high heels. There is no one disabled on the floor, surely the disabled bathrooms can only be used for one purpose only. I lead him there, he is walking a bit behind me and checking me out. I can sense his eyes on me, going all over my body. I swagger and sway the hips to emphasise the curves for his visual pleasure. There’s the door, at the end of the corridor. I walk in and turn to face him. He closes the door and undoes his tie.

Now. He pushes me violently against the wall and raises my hands above my head, pinning them at the wrists with one hand. He kisses me hard, forcing his tongue into my mouth, passionately tasting me, the kind of kiss that sends shivers down my spine. He pulls back for a moment, looks deep into my eyes and weaves his long beautiful fingers through my hair, still holding me by the wrists with the other hand. He pulls a bit so that my head is tilted back, looks into my eyes again and kisses me, again, softer this time, but keeping his firm hold on my hair. He lets go; I’m shivering from all the excitement.

The tie comes in handy. He pulls my hands down and in front of me, and ties my arms together. I don’t know how I’m still standing at this point but I don’t have to stand much longer, he pulls me by the tie around my wrists for one quick kiss before pushing me onto my knees. There, he tells me to close my eyes; I’m happy to obey his commands, I find myself responding well to his soft sexy voice.

The best way to be introduced to a cock. He is already hard, so when he unzips his trousers and guides it towards my mouth I can feel its swollen head against my lips, I part them willingly and he pushes the rest of it in, softly, inch by inch and I can feel its girth, I struggle a bit to get my lips all around, and its length as I feel it hitting the back of my throat already when it’s not fully in. Delicious.

I can feel his hands undoing my shirt and going under my bra, grabbing my nipples, squeezing them softly, massaging my breasts and I can feel his desire in his touch. I open my eyes and look up at him while I struggle to take him deeper into my mouth. Finally, he lets escape a moan. He pulls out quickly and roughly forces me up.

There is no comfortable position here but with me wearing heels, we are closer in height so I just have to raise my leg up and find a surface of support, I turn around and do so as I bend over and arch myself out. First he secures me to a beam in the wall, still restrained at the wrists with his tie, then he goes back and I can feel him behind me, close, pressing against my swollen pussy lips for only a moment before forcing himself in; we both moan loudly at the same time, this feels amazing. He fucks me with his beautiful cock, his hands alternatively grabbing my ass or giving me some soft and gentle slaps, but his need is real, it’s there, as real as mine. I’m so wet with excitement I’m probably dripping down all over his cock, his legs, my legs, it’s all a mess but he keeps going, harder and harder until I lose myself completely in a massive orgasm, screaming so loud he has to shove his hand partially in my mouth to shut me up. His moans get louder when he does that and he comes as well, almost only a second after I’m done.

He has the presence of mind to loosen the tie at my wrists before collapsing onto the cold tiled floor, his hair a mess, his face flushed, his shirt half unbuttoned and his trousers partially down his legs. I pull down my skirt and button my shirt, look back at him and take him all in. This beautiful, sexy man. I look into his eyes and I just know, this man is mine. I smile, and he smiles back. I sit down next to him, take his head into my hands and give him one last, long, deep and meaningful kiss.

Submissive dreams

You take me to a club. You quickly check my outfit when we meet, but feel no need to collar me and put me on a leash. You are already near me, thus you are in control. We greet some acquaintances, grab some drinks and stand at the bar, talking in a crowd but inside I am trembling and excited at the same time, because I know you will take me there later, and you will use me, humiliate me, and treat me like your sexual slave. I’m looking forward to it.

A couple of tours around the club and I can feel you getting more excited, touching me more and more inappropriately. I hope you like my outfit, a very short skirt, stockings and suspenders, and an open bra. I like being like this next to you, dressed but my body fully on display, my nipples hard with the attention, the skirt not covering much and clearly revealing that I’m not wearing anything underneath. It’s only there to entice, and come off.

There is a show. A woman gets on stage, dances, strips, uses some toys on herself as part of the performance. It’s sexy and exciting; I could feel you standing behind me, your hard on pressing into my lower back, running your hands all over my body now, lifting up my skirt, grabbing my breasts, pulling at my nipples. I can feel the familiar tingling sensation between my legs, and I’m craving your touch there, your fingers inside me. I press myself against you and spread my legs, to give you easier access. Finally, after gently pulling and slapping at my nipples your hand travels down. Your fingers brush against my lips and you whisper in my ear, telling me how wet I am and how hard I’m making you. The verbal communication is just that little extra on the connection of our bodies, I respond to it by shuddering as your fingers are now circling my clit. You use one hand to spread my swelling lips and pulsate gently against my clit, while you take the other one around and stick first one, then two fingers inside me from behind. You’ve got me in a hold, pressing against you, fingering me with one hand, stimulating my clit with the other and I can’t help but let out some moans that draw the attention of people around us. You get me so excited I can feel myself getting close, but not just yet, you want me just there, so you abruptly stop and hold your arms around me as I tremble and whimper, but you don’t let me come.

You take me to the couples room. It’s surprisingly well lit, much more so than the rest of the club. You find a space for us and you bend me over, then go down on me for only a bit before I start trembling again; you pull back. You sit down next to me and stroke my head gently, and tell me what to do. You instruct me to spread my legs, so that others can clearly see my wet pussy, and you instruct me to use both hands to spread my cheeks so that my ass is well visible as well. You tell me there are people watching. You take out your beautiful cock and stroke it slowly, but your other hand travels down my back and towards my wide open holes. Your finger slides so easily into my ass, I won’t be needing any lube.

Suddenly, you stand up. You tell me to stay there, and continue to hold myself open. You tell me you will be back shortly and leave. I have no choice but to obey, but I feel lonely without you, standing there with my hands holding my ass open, my legs well spread, I know there are people watching and it’s humiliating and exciting at the same time. I wait patiently for your return, but time passes and I still can’t feel you coming back. I close my eyes.

I feel hands, they’re not your hands. Soft hands of a woman, and harder hands of a man. I feel them all over my back, exploring, going around and grabbing my breasts, touching my ass, caressing my legs. I can feel soft hands on both legs and someone kneels down behind me. I feel the touch of a woman’s tongue on my clit, it feels amazing and I want to moan but I don’t get a chance before a man grabs the back of my head and turns me in such a way that I have no choice but to take his cock in my mouth. He’s rough with me, forcing me to take him all the way, hitting the back of my throat, holding me by the hair while the woman is so gentle and soft. I get close again, but then I feel your hand and your voice tells her to stop. I’m not allowed to orgasm, not just yet.

It’s your turn now, your hands in my hair, your hard cock in my mouth and you let me enjoy it for a bit before you get rough with me, forcing yourself deeper because you know I can take it, in fact I enjoy it, you encourage me with your words and I just give in and let you fuck my mouth and my throat. I can feel your hands on my ass, inside my ass, still very ready but you tell the other man to use it to make himself come. You tell me to continue to hold my cheeks open as he presses the tip of his cock against it. It’s big, and it will be tight but it has to fit, you remind me. You also remind me that I’m there for your pleasure, and right now your pleasure is to watch this other man fuck my ass.

Which he does. Gently at first, he pushes himself in, inch by inch. At some point I want to scream out but let out only a muffled moan, but you sense it and tell him to stop. You can also sense me moving back against him a few moments later, when I’m more relaxed and ready to take it all in, at which point you indicate to him to continue. He does, it’s easy now, I am enjoying it, he’s liking it as well and I just feel ecstatic, with someone fucking me in the ass, your cock in my mouth, your hands on my head and I can feel the woman’s tongue on my clit, again. It’s not long before I am shuddering again and getting close, only this time you tell me that you want me to orgasm. You take your cock out of my mouth, grab my face, get down on your knees so that you are next to me, and tell me to look at you. I can feel myself coming and going in and out, with my pussy contracting, orgasmic waves going all over my body and my eyes losing focus but every time I come back to see your face, your eyes looking at me, encouraging me.

It’s done, and I’m not sure what happened to the other couple. You may have sent them away, or they may have gone into a corner to continue on their own. You hold me and look at me until I can see straight again, at which point you pull me onto your lap and straight onto your super hard cock. Our arms around each other, we look in each other’s eyes and I’m not sure who’s moving against whom but it is the perfect rhythm, we are completely wrapped up in each other and it feels new and familiar, you inside me, your eyes in mine, your lips press against mine for a deep kiss, and another, and another until you let out a groan and push yourself even deeper into me, grabbing my thighs so hard you may bruise me, but it doesn’t matter because it’s your orgasm now and I enjoy it with you. You kiss me again when you finish, and continue to hold me in your arms, with a big smile spreading all over my face.