Source: Through Adult Industry News
By: Eve Rhony
Belated holiday greetings to you all… My laptop’s finally been returned and Lusty Lass is raring to go… I promised AINews that in the absence of my PC I would endeavour to work on my real life sexual antics… So that I would have something to talk about here… I don’t think I’m going to let you down!
Over the Christmas period the office was pretty dead, a skeleton staff, me included, wandered around bored, stuffing chocolates and catching up on admin. I noticed that the department upstairs from our team were also thin on the ground and on one day in particular I was pretty sure that Owen was on his own up there. We don’t have much to do with each other apart from passing on the stairs, nodding, saying hello. I don’t even fancy him but figured he might be an easy lay. He always comes in early, leaves late, looks slightly disheveled and I suspect, is single. Whatever my reasoning, I was confident that he would oblige. After all it was Christmas!
Late morning I wandered upstairs, summoning my female predator and relishing the possibilities of an office quickie to keep the boredom and chocolate consumption at bay. My plan was to corner him in his office and railroad him into some kind of sexual act… whatever I could get.
Knocking once, I opened the door and slid myself around to his side of the desk before he could say “come in”.
“Er… Hi Eve, what can I do for you?” He glared at my legs as I crossed them, settling my bottom comfortably on his desk. His cheeks reddened.
I came right out with it, no need to beat round the bush (with luck I’d be getting a bush-beating of my own any minute now). “Do you fancy a shag?”
The blush deepened and spread to his whole face as he looked at me quizzically.
He thought I was joking, winding him up. I continued before he could answer.
“I don’t do boyfriends or relationships as a rule, I’m not after you in that way. I’m just looking for some relief, today… now.”
I paused, crossing my legs again. A flash of something knickerless, damp, dark, inviting.
Owen let out a laugh, I think he’d been holding his breath till then.
“If this is not some kind of ‘gotcha’ moment, I’d have to say…how could I refuse?”
He leaned back in his chair and loosened his tie, undoing the top two buttons of his shirt.
I reached into my bag and pulled out a handful of condoms, placing them next to me on his desk.
I leaned forward, noticing his eyes fixed down my shirt front. My tits were nicely plumped up, a nice bit of cleavage on show. He looked up at my face just in time to see my lips coming for his. I kissed him softly at first, letting the tip of my tongue glide over his lips, gently probing inside. I applied more pressure as I felt his yielding mouth widen and a soft groan leave his throat. I slid off the desk and onto his lap, kissing more urgently now. I undid the remainder of his shirt buttons and stroked his hairy chest and belly before reaching for his belt buckle.
“Wait, I’ll lock the door.” He got up, a little unsteady on his feet I’d say.
When he turned round to face me, I had slipped off my skirt and installed myself in his chair. My legs were spread, hold-ups stopped at my thighs revealing nakedness above. I stroked myself languidly as he walked back across the office.
“Kneel down here” I pointed between my legs. Owen obeyed, his gaze fixed on my pouting pussy.
Parting my lips I showed him the glistening folds within. I could see my clit protruding, seeking attention. Stunned Owen was motionless and silent. I placed a hand on the top of his head and pulled him toward my gaping hole.
Sinking his face between my legs he suckled on my cunt. His warm mouth enveloped my whole minge, his tongue flickered in and out, round and round, lapping across my clitoris. My stomach began to churn as the sexual urgency rose in me. My toes curled in my shoes, my fingers gripped his hair, pulling him deeper into me.
I knew my juices must be coating his face by now and pulled his face up to mine for a lingering aromatic kiss. “Stand up” I told him.
He got to his feet awkwardly and I noticed the respectable bulge in his trousers. Unbuckling him now, I lowered his zip, looking up at his face while I released his erection. His face was serious, unsure of me still.
His hardness bounced against my chin and I quickly gobbled it in, choking it down my throat to prove to him that I meant business. Owen grabbed the desk behind him to steady himself as I noshed away on his tasty cock, licking and savouring his masculine flavour. I cupped his balls and realised they were tense, tight, ready to burst. Taking my mouth away before he came any closer to spunking, I reached for a condom. His shaft twitched while I sheathed him. The only sound in the room was his heaving breath.
“Sit here” I stood and simultaneously pushed him down into the chair. Mounting him before he could blink. My legs took up the strain either side of his chair and using my thighs I rode him up and down. He could see his cock disappearing and reappearing, shinier each time as my juices coated him. Into my rhythm I slowly unbuttoned the rest of my shirt and unclasped my bra so that my boobs burst free. My nipples were dark and hard and I pushed one toward his mouth while I pinched and played with the other.
As I watched him sucking on my tit I ground myself deeper and quickened the pace. Owen grasped my hips and I jerked faster still. I could sense him coming and squashed my tits into his face as I ground down wanting to use the moment for a mutual orgasm. I heard him begin to grunt, mumbling that he was coming. I stifled his groans with a hand and watched his eyes for the cue – we came together, a glorious and sweaty mess. I unclasped his mouth and kissed him tenderly on the lips.
“That’s better” I stood up and straightened my clothes and hair. Reaching into my bag I pulled out some more condoms.
“You’ll be needing to keep these handy – Happy Christmas” I smiled and briskly left his office, closing the door behind me.
Back downstairs, after cleaning up in the bathroom, I returned to my office. No one there. I sat at my desk and pictured the scene I had just left, Owen – bedraggled, bemused and ever so slightly abused.
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