- The Desk - NC 17
Date: Tuesday, July 18, 2000
- Tracy E. Aiken <teanc@mindspring.com>
The Desk - NC17
by Tracy E. Aiken
Here's a short story that popped into my head tonight. Any
mistakes are my own. No copyright infringement is intended. Hope
you all enjoy!
Feedback is appreciated! Now...on with the story:
Remington walked through the connecting door into Laura's office,
reading a file. When he looked up, he saw she was on the telephone,
but she motioned for him to come into the office.
He sat on the corner of her desk, reading the file, while she
was finishing up her call. All of a sudden he felt her hand on
his upper thigh, with her fingers gently caressing his inner
thigh. When he looked up, she was smiling at him. She moved her
hand further down until she was tickling his
balls.
Quickly he closed his eyes and arched his back, moaning quietly.
Laura hung up the telephone and moved to stand between his legs,
still caressing him. "You are so gorgeous, do you know that?"
"Oh, Laura-."
"Does that feel good?"
"Please-don't stop."
"I wouldn't dream of it," she said and kissed him gently.
She quickly unbuckled his belt and undid his trousers, laying
them open. His cock was fully erect now, pushing against his
boxers. She laid her hand over him and rubbed his hardness.
The folder dropped to the ground, and he placed both hands behind
himself for support. "I love that I can make you this hard."
He was just making unintelligible sounds at this point. She took
his cock out of his boxers and very softly ran her thumb across
the head. He thrust his hips for further contact, but she wouldn't
allow that to happen. She
kept her touches very light.
"God, Laura-please-please-touch me," he begged.
"I am," she said kissing him again. "Can't you
feel me?"
"Not enough."
"Would it feel better if you were in me? Or, maybe, if it
was my mouth on you? Taking you deep into my warm, wet mouth.
Suckling on your head. Running my tongue all along the underside
of your cock. Taking your balls in my hand to roll, very gently."
"Fuck," he said arching his back again. He desperately
needed her to touch him harder. Her narrative was arousing him
further than he thought possible. "Harder-uhhh."
Laura moved her hand under his cock and with just her fingernail,
lightly traced the vein from his base to the tip. He was panting
heavily, like he had just run a long distance.
She then knelt down and with her tongue, traced the ridge that
separated his shaft from the head of his cock and then pulled
back.
"You taste so good. I love when you come in my mouth. I
can taste you for hours after you come."
"Oh-," he mumbled, lost in his arousal. His head was
thrown back, still panting.
"I want you to come. Can you come for me?"
"Laaauuurraaaa."
Her hand was back on him, but still she kept her touch light.
She ran her hand up and down his shaft, feeling him quiver. She
knew he was on edge and it wouldn't take much more to push him
over.
All of a sudden she took the head of his cock in her mouth and
sucked, hard. She didn't know if it was from the shock, or what
but his hips left her desk, arching himself into her mouth. She
only allowed the head of his cock to remain in her mouth. "Oh,
God-yes, oh fuck-LAURA," he yelled and was coming in her
mouth.
He collapsed back onto her desk, when he finished coming, with
a thud.
"Are you okay?"
He didn't answer her.
"Harry," she said, leaning over him.
"Oh, God," he mumbled.
"Harry?"
"I don't think I've ever come that hard, Laura."
"I'm glad you enjoyed it," she said smiling down at
him.
He reached up and pulled her down to kiss him. "I love you."
"Harry, I love you so much," she said just before she
kissed him.
When he broke their kiss, he smiled and said, "payback's
a bitch."
"I can't wait," she replied with a smile.
The end
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