Sexual Misconduct (BWWM Romance), page 18
As soon as he went deeper there was a knock on the door. It was faint but we both heard it as we stared into each other’s eyes secretly sending the message that neither of us was thinking about answering it. I smiled at him as I tried to remain quiet only releasing silent breathing moans into the air. My hands raised above my head, as I loved every minute he pumped harder and deeper into my lovely wet pussy. It was hungry yearning for him to pound deeper, wishing that it would never end. I was in total bliss as I felt my waterfall coming down on him hard while I grabbed my tits, softly caressing my nipples.
“Take ‘em out,” he moaned as I did as I was instructed.
When his warm tongue hit my nipples my pussy spewed out gooey wetness all over him permitting him to drive deeper inside of me. It felt so damn good that I grabbed his ass to keep him there, never wanting it to end. After a few more rough licks, he wiggled out of my grasp never skipping a beat on his penetration of my sweet tight pussy.
He leaned up licking his thumb ensuring that it was nice and moist then used it to rub against my pearl sending shots of bliss through my thick waist and up to my tits. I leaned forward as far as I could and pressed my tits towards my mouth licking my nipples for increased pleasure. It was happening. I did not think about anything or anyone, I was finally getting the pleasure I had longed for. It was hard trying to be quiet in his office but I did my best, moaning in silence.
“Go deeper baby. I’m bout to cum,” I exhaled in pure satisfaction.
“Did I tell you to cum? Huh?” He growled.
I was confused. I thought that was the ultimate goal. I looked up into his face watching as his expressions go from pleased to pissed. I tried like hell to hold back but the pleasure shooting through my clitoris was begging to come out. It was yearning, pushing, and his very thick seven-inch dick threatened to force it up out of me. But, as a woman I held it. I was wetter than the windowsill outside. He had locked his eyes onto mine. We stared at each other like we had loved each other for twenty years.
“You cum when the fuck I tell you to cum. You got it?” He snapped again.
He grabbed both of my legs wrapping them in the form of pretzel then leaned forward grasping my neck roughly yet gently. Breathing was not a problem and I did not feel as though I was chocking either. It was very sensual and seductive, the way he massaged my neck as he pumped harder and harder into my loveliness. His muscles flexed and sweat droplets formed on his face as I reached up to his short fine black hair running my fingers through it, massaging his head like an expert masseuse.
“Now, you can cum,” he said, as his grip on my neck grew tighter. “We will cum together.
It was about to go down. My lips could not speak. My mind was too engulfed in the fact that his hands were becoming tighter and tighter around my neck. It was a little scary but I trusted him. I trusted that he would not do anything to intentionally hurt me and I had to admit this was damn erotic. I released his head grabbing my tits then rubbing my nipples adoring the tingling sensation being sent throughout my body. It was all too much but I couldn’t bring myself to stop.
“Agggh. Ooooo. Aggghhhh,” I moaned feeling my clit about to burst as he pumped faster and harder with every stroke. “Fuck me, baby! Yeah! Yeah!”
“Shh,” he said squeezing my neck tighter and tighter now only massaging with his thumbs as he banged me harder. “Take this dick.”
“Oh, my go—” I gasped.
The tighter he squeezed my neck the more my pussy throbbed. The danger and excitement of it all was what turned me on the most. My orgasm was rising again and this time I was ready to let it burst all of over his hardened manhood. He was hunched over locked, dog fucking me and I could not be freer.
I allowed him to take me, take my body and do with it what he willed. He lay on my tits sucking on my right nipple sending my orgasm right out gushing and splashing all on his dick as he had forced it. It was amazing as I exhaled impressed that he was this damn good, my thighs trembling from the act.
“Argh,” he bellowed rather loudly pressing in as hard as he could shooting his shot deeply inside of me. “Damn baby. That’s some fire ass pussy you got there. It’s so nice and wet and tight.”
He collapsed right on top of me, gradually releasing his grip and pressing his head in between my plumped girls and extending his tongue out to pleasure my left nipple. I was worn out, no good, exhausted but it slowly began to dawn on me that I had the rest of the workday to get through. I dreaded it so. That shit felt so good and his tongue on my tit felt like I was in a dreamland; I was hoping he was starting another round. I raised my leg up realizing that his schlong was still lost inside of me. Damn, that was good dick.
“Alright. You’d better get back out there and get to work,” he said rising to straighten his clothes.
“Oh…ok. I guess.” I felt cheap, like a whore. But, I guess I could not feel any other way having just fucked my boss on his desk.
I felt as if I wanted to cry so badly but the tears refused to fall, not in front of him and definitely not at the office. There was no way I would let anyone see that my feelings were hurt by the magic that just happened inside. Everyone heard us, I know they did and now I would be the laughing stock of the office.
It pained me even more since I did not want certain people to find out, even though I knew they would. I tried not to even utter a sniffle. With my clothes fixed decently back on my body, I checked my hair in the square four-mirror design on his wall. My hand was right on the doorknob and as I opened it I could already feel the leering eyes on the other side of the door began to pierce through my soul and whisper about what went on between us.
“I’ll just be right out here if, if you need me.”
“Hey, uh, Starla,” he called after as he finished his doing up his belt buckle.
“Yes?”
“Would you like to go get some lunch, you know, with me? I mean if that’s cool and all.”
I smiled into his dreamy green eyes. “Yeah, sure.”
Chapter 21
Starla
Spank Me
It was Friday. He always wore his purple tie on days we had to be in court. He looked so good standing before the judge speaking so intelligently. I loved to watch him work. It was something about it that I found profoundly sexy. Maybe it was the way his suit draped on his well-toned body, or maybe it was the way his confidence resonated from his persona. Whatever it was it only made me want him more. And, seeing as though I had not had sex in four days all of my senses were kicked into overdrive when I was around him, needing and wanting more.
My legs were crossed seductively even though it was hidden behind the waist height mahogany wood partition separating us. I did not want to be caught unappealing. Every time he saw me I wanted him to desire me whether he could have me right then and there or not. It was not uncommon for me to join him in court since I was the closest thing to his paralegal but it was unusual for me to wear my pencil skirts so tight. I figured it was time to step my sexy up a notch after our steamy workplace encounter so I went out and bought more.
"Alright, Starla. We're done for the day," he stated signaling for me to meet him in the hall while he chalked it up with his colleagues.
My hand grabbed that black rollaway file cart so fast his head could have spun. I did not want to seem overeager but I could not help it. Since the other day, all I could think about or dream about was his strong macho hands choking the shit out of me. I mean fucking. I said fucking, right? Well, I had to admit it was the most erotic thing I had ever experienced. There was no pain because he was as gentle as a bird but it still sent the rush and fear of being harmed through my body. I had never cum harder.
"Starla," he called out, waving and breaking my train of thought. "This way."
"Yes, sir," I could tell he was eyeing how tight fitting my clothes were today. I had even done my makeup darker and extra slutty just for him.
“Did you drive down here?”
“Uh, no I actually parked at work and took the train. You know its kind of hard finding parking so deep in the Loop. You’re crazy to drive.”
“I drove.”
“Oh…” My foot was officially stuck in my mouth as I coolly looked away.
“Anyway, we are going to take the rest of the day off. I’m going to the country club for a round of golf with the guys from the firm. But, I can give you a ride back to your car if you need it,” he said standing they’re looking like he was fresh out of a GQ magazine.
“Oh, no. That’s okay. I’m sure I can manage. Go on and have fun.”
“No. I won’t allow it. Come with me,” he replied walking off headed towards the elevator to the underground parking garage.
“No, you know what? It’s okay. I’m sure I can manage. The office isn’t that far, just five stops on the Red Line, so it’ll be okay. Really.”
“Starla, get your ass on this elevator.”
His forcefulness was sexy. I loved his take-charge attitude. If I were wearing any panties that day, I’m sure they would have been soaked by his strong manly finesse. In the garage, it seemed to be rather dark even though there were lights everywhere. He seemed to know exactly where he parked, which was good seeing I was not prepared to walk around the garage in four-inch heels. He walked right up to his slick black Benz, pressing the button on his key chain.
“Get in,” he demanded as he reached for the heavy rollaway cart.
He took it, popping the trunk and tossing it inside like it was a flimsy piece of paper along with his briefcase. I entered the car allowing my skirt to rise naturally hoping to be able to show him a little leg. A few minutes later he entered the car and turned the key and started the car. When he fiddled with the knobs on the console, I figured maybe he was trying to turn on some air conditioning since it was a scorching eighty degrees outside and sex in the car could create a sauna. He was such a gentleman. But, when he reached for the gear throwing it in drive before he pulled off, all of my hopes for an in car booty call flew right out the window. Imagine my disappointment. There I was with a flaming wet pussy and nobody to extinguish it.
“I gotta make a stop first. I hope that’s okay,” he said licking those fine thin lips of his.
“Yeah, sure. I don’t mind.”
“So how’s everything with you?” He asked starting small talk as we drove along.
“Uh, everything’s good sir. No complaints over here. What about you?”
“Well, I haven’t been myself lately. I was wondering if you noticed anything different.”
“No, no I can’t say that I have. Do you have anything specific that you want to point out?” For the most part I was puzzled.
“No. Geez, I hope you really don’t mind me driving out of the way for a hot second. Hope I’m not foiling any of your prior plans.”
“Really sir, I don’t mind at all. It’s not a problem.” My lips displayed a huge smile.
I did mind though. I didn’t want to make any stops but somewhere that I could get fucked. I needed his warm embrace, his fingertips on my tits, and his tongue in my mouth. My body yearned for his thick tanned dick inside of me pounding away, rubbing against my walls. But, as he turned the corner, I realized it was not going to happen today. It got me wondering, would it ever happen again? Was that just some one-time fling, where he used me to get off and now I was tossed away like a piece of trash?
“Okay. I’ll be right back,” he said a short time later parking and exiting the car quickly.
“Okay,” I responded as I shot him a fake smile then the door closed. “I don’t believe this shit.”
Needless to say, my mind was heated to the fiftieth power. I was so focused on my own emotions that I did not even see where he had dipped off. I hope he did not think he was going to leave me in his car while he went shopping. This was bullshit. I was not about to play the flunky and act like what we shared the other day did not happen. He was going to have to start treating me with some dignity and respect or I was going to have to find a new job. Now I understood why bosses should never fuck their workers. As soon as I looked out of my passenger side window, a uniformed man came tapping on it gently.
“Yes?” I asked pushing the button to crack the window slightly.
“Hi, ma’am. Um, I was told to park your car.”
“What? Excuse me? Who told you to park this car?”
“Well, the owner, ma’am. He told me to park the car and tell you to head upstairs to room 416.”
“Wha…upstairs?” It was then that I finally paid attention to my surroundings.
We were parked in front of the Ritz Carlton next to the Water Tower Place. The more I looked around the more the area became familiar to me. I couldn’t believe that this man had actually brought me here. The place where I and many secretaries before me had inadvertently booked for him, when he said he was golfing with the guys and needed a place close by the courthouse on the days he wanted to play before or after a trial or hearing. It was also the place where he spent countless hours probably with many of his other whores and now I was about to be one of them.
I exited the car allowing the valet attendant to do his job then entered the hotel as ordered headed for the room number he had given me. I wondered if this was the exact same room as well. My feet entered the elevator, pressing the number to the fourth floor but my mind was still stuck struggling to get out of the car. Walking out of the elevator and up to the room door, I could not help but lower my head to prevent myself from letting out a faint sob as I knocked on the door. My intentions were not to sleep with him and become the next Ritz whore notch under his belt. I had hoped to be much more than that, at least to him.
“Hey, come on in,” he said opening the door happily.
I had not even knocked on it that hard but I guess he had sensed my presence. I plopped down on the comfortable fluffed comforter unable to enjoy its magnificence. My head fell into my hands as I grappled to maintain my composure. The room was wonderful and very tasteful. Nothing was dirty and everything was strategically placed, like someone with obsessive-compulsive disorder had cleaned the room before we came. My only hope was that they had cleaned the sheets as well.
“Why did you bring me here?” I asked fighting back tears.
“Because. I wanted to give you more than just the hard wooden top of my desk. We can do more in a bed don’t you think.”
“But, why did you bring me here?” My voice was rising by no fault of my own; it was my hormones, my impulse. “I mean, this is where you bring all of your whores. I’m not a whore.”
“I know you’re not a whore, Starla. Have I ever treated you like that? I don’t talk to you like I did those other tramps. You’re special, you know that,” He responded kneeling down in front of me wiggling his way in between my legs.
Just as he was about to unzip my skirt his phone rang. I was not expecting him to answer it but the way he stared down at the number that lit up on his screen, it looked like he was going to. The ringing stopped and he placed the phone back down on the table returning his self to his rightful position in between my legs. Subsequently it rang again. I was becoming more agitated with every lyric that bellowed through the speaker. I knew who it was. He did not even have to tell me.
“Is this the same room?”
“Of course not.”
“Don’t fucking lie to me! Is this the same room?”
“Never! You know I wouldn’t do that to you,” he reached for his phone shutting it completely off.
That bit of knowledge did make me feel a little better and even more so when he wiped the falling tears from my eyes. He leaned in grabbing me by the back of my neck firmly, kissing me passionately on the lips. I can’t recall ever having a kiss so lovely. I gently wrestled my tongue with his while he carefully unbuttoned my silk blouse. His tantalizing fingers brushed my side down my waist and then around to my backside unzipping my skirt.
I wiggled as he kneeled further pulling my skirt down to my feet while planting his nose against my bare skin taking a whiff of my pleasure opening. He closed his eyes savoring the scent of lavender in the morning as my heels stepped out of my fallen skirt. He got up on the bed without removing his clothes, only his tie, and unbuttoning his shirt a little. He just laid there staring up at the wall as if he were waiting on me to help them off of him so I moved in for the kill. As soon as I touched his belt buckle he immediately snatched my hands.
“Baby. Baby you’re hurting me,” I whispered lightly trying not to ruin the mood, hoping he would let up.
“Sorry. I, uh, don’t want you to touch me,” he answered hesitantly.
I could clearly see that his dick was dying to burst through his pants. He wanted me that much was certain, but he was acting as if he didn’t. “Why are we here if you don’t want me to touch you?”
“Because I want you to do something special for me right now.”
“Oh, yeah. What’s that?” I snickered climbing on top of him sending pecks from my lips through his clothes.
“I want you to sit on my face,” he breathed heavily.
“Oh, um, are you sure? Are you sure that’s what you want?”
“Hell yeah I’m sure. Put that fat ass on my face dammit.”
I was extremely excited as I crawled up his body and sat on his face without additional hesitation. It felt a little awkward at first but as soon as I closed my eyes and tilted my head back, I was riding the shit out of his tongue wanting to spew my goodness all in his mouth like a faucet. I waited for him to tap out, to beg for me to stop smothering his nose with my colossal sized ass cheeks.
