of his ass.
I know how to stretch out a moment too, and at first I only tongued his cock, first the head and then the shaft with feather-quick strokes of my wet tongue. Then my mouth reached further, down to his balls, and I slipped first one, then the other, into my mouth and pulled at it gently with my tongue. Dave groaned; now I moved my tongue back up the shaft of his cock and took the head into my mouth, sheathing my teeth with my lips. I moved my head up and down, tongue running across the sensitive edge of the head as my hot mouth enclosed the shaft.
Now I could hear more woodwinds in the music, and I felt again light pressure across my belly, down to my thighs and up again, his fingers playing, faster now. My heart started pounding; I felt the beat of the music to my very core. The floor vibrations, the wail of the oboe and clarinet, the straining flutes and insistent trumpets all became a part of the crescendo building inside me. The whole world was sound and sensation, and Dave and I lay in the middle of it all.
As I moved my mouth up and down over his cock, my hands caressing his balls and that sweet, soft strip of skin between his scrotum and the opening of his ass, Dave began to tongue my clit in earnest, again alternating soft touch and exquisite little nips of pain, his fingers circling round the opening of my cunt, leaving me shaking like a junkie. My pussy was dripping now; the sensation of the creamy juices slipping from between his fingers and sliding to the crack of my ass was unbearably pleasurable.
The music began to swell, and I could hear an unearthly chorus of voices, no words, just notes, following the repetitive melody, entwining with all the brass and woodwinds, strings and percussion. A salty, sweaty crescendo began to build between Dave and me. Long-time lovers, we knew each other well; we had each reached the point where, with the lightest of touches, we could push each other off the cliff, spiraling down into a breathless chasm. When he thrust his fingers again deep into my cunt, his tongue working around and between his fingers, my pussy responded with ferocity, hard contractions capturing his fingers in a tight embrace.
I was attuned to his pleasure now, and cupped the cheeks of his ass in my hand as we moved together, his hips thrusting his cock into my mouth with practiced control. At the apex of his last thrust, I slipped my finger into his pink-brown asshole, and that brought him to a shuddering climax, moaning, cum pulsing into my mouth as he twisted and writhed, his movements gradually subsiding to a tremble.
The stereo speakers vibrated the floor; we moved face-to-face. The cymbals clashed and our lips met. The taste of him and the taste of me joined and swirled in our deep kiss, tongues thrusting and probing. I was exhilarated, charged mentally, physically, and spiritually.
“ Nice dance,” I whispered. “Go, Spain.”
Chapter 10 — All Work and No Play
I click “Send,” then shut down my PC and prepare to leave the office to meet a few friends in a nearby bar. I hear the beep of my colleague’s computer as it tells him he has mail, and I glance up and catch his eye. He holds my gaze a second too long before moving his mouse to his inbox and reading my message. I watch him take a deep breath and slowly shake his head. I’m smiling inwardly as I pick up my coat and stride purposefully behind his desk, making my way towards the door. My colleague turns in his chair as I pass and I can feel his eyes on my retreating figure, taking in my black stiletto boots and short skirt. I feel a frisson of excitement. I’m well aware that I am playing with fire, bringing my hobby into the office, but somehow the risk makes it all the more appealing.
I am only just out of the building when my phone vibrates in my pocket, taking me by surprise. It’s a text message.
You can’t send an email like that and then fuck off… It says. I scroll down. I intend to punish you severely.
I raise my eyebrows at this and immediately reply with a simple, How?
In the time it takes me to get to the bar, greet my friends and order a drink, my phone has vibrated once more.
By pinching your nipples between my fingers until you don’t know whether you’re moaning in pleasure or pain.
I take a sharp intake of breath as I feel my pussy moisten and my nipples becoming erect. This is no longer the innuendo-laced electronic flirting that I initiated earlier, my colleague has swiftly upped the stakes and I’m surprised and turned on by his brazenness.
I press reply and type, Not before I have wrapped my lips around you and taken you deep into my mouth.
I place my mobile on the chair between my thighs so that the next time a message comes through I feel it vibrate on my clit. The next message reads, I’m then going to flick my tongue over your clitoris before thrusting my throbbing cock deep into your warm, wet pussy.
Oh my God. I briefly close my eyes as these images dance through my mind, and I feel myself getting wetter. I take a few swigs of my wine and indulge in inane chit chat with one of my friends, all the while feeling my clit pumping between my legs and I struggle to control the urge to grind my hips against something. I quickly type, Wish you were fucking me right now, then reluctantly drag my attention back to the story of my friend’s latest disastrous blind date. It isn’t long before my phone vibrates again, Antonia.. Need you back at office now.
What?! I’m taken aback by the message. I thought I was in for an evening of cheeky text sex over drinks with friends before making my excuses, going home and getting to work with my vibrator-my idea of a perfect night! All of a sudden I’m being challenged to follow through with fantasies that I never actually intended to act upon. At least, not so soon, and with the only build up a brief bout of textual titillation. Besides, I barely even know my colleague-I’ve only worked there a couple of weeks. On the other hand, that kind of makes it more exciting, and I’m intrigued and turned on and not one to run from a challenge. After a few moments I make a decision and quickly tell my friends that I’ve remembered something my boss wanted me to do, and that I’ll be back soon. I grab my bag and make my escape before I can change my mind and chicken out. My friends tut and roll their eyes at each other-work-obsessed Antonia — but let me go without suspicion.
As I walk the short distance back to the office I realise with surprise that I am nervous. I’m always the one in control in these situations, and am not used to a man giving as good as he gets, let alone taking the reins. Maybe I’ve met my match, I think to myself and a little shiver of excitement runs through me. I quicken my step, desperate to find out what’s in store for me back at the office. As I’m running up the stairs — I have far too much nervous energy to take the lift — another message comes through, I’m waiting, Antonia…
I reach the top floor and enter the open plan office, my heart pounding with apprehension and anticipation. I can’t see my colleague anywhere so I wander in and sit down at my desk, suddenly paranoid that I have been taken for a ride or got the wrong end of the stick. I jump as a hand comes firmly down on my shoulder and a gruff voice whispers in my ear.
“ Time to put your money where your mouth is.” My colleague swivels my chair around to face him and I see that he has unbuttoned his fly and his big cock is standing proudly, level with my face.
“ This is for distracting me during office hours,” he murmurs as he winds his fingers into my long hair and inserts his dick into my mouth, pushing himself deeper and deeper. My surprise has rapidly turned into blatant desire and I feel myself getting wetter and wetter. I manoeuvre myself so that I can grind my hips up against the leg of the desk. My colleague is fully inside my mouth now and I use my tongue to tease the tip of his cock each time he pulls back before thrusting once more. I run my hands over his tight arse and bring one round to gently massage his balls as he grunts in approval, his cock roughly working in and out.
“ Fuck, Antonia,” He moans, disengaging himself and hitching me up onto the desk. My head falls back over the edge and I am able to see out of the office’s floor to ceiling windows into the apartments opposite. A thrill runs through me as I realise how easily we could be caught in the act. I look up at my colleague and see from the slow grin creeping across his face that he’s thinking the same thing. It is then that he forces the already low neckline of my top down over my breasts and releases my nipples from the clutches of my bra, taking first one, then the other in his mouth, licking and sucking them so expertly whilst rubbing my pussy through my skirt that I feel I may come there and then. I reach down to push his head between my legs and he shifts my skirt up around my waist, letting out a small gasp when he sees that my tights are in fact stockings. He slips a finger into the crotch of my knickers and pushes them to one side as he gets to work on me, circling his tongue over my clit whilst slipping his index
