Welcome to another episode of Bedtime Stories with Salty Vixen. Tonight’s story is titled “in the office” . My mind has been lost in the thought of fuck and my mind was thinking about the time when we did FaceTime sex chat. Do you remember that, sweetie? I wore a black-lace teddy and red lipstick and since you were in your office, you closed your door and stripped everything off…
There you were in the camera, naked. And then I saw your cock, my god, what a beautiful cock. I had cock worship the moment I laid my eyes on it. How much I wanted to get on my knees to lick , to suck it and for you to cum all over my face and tits.
But then you got into the bed that was in your office, and you stroked your cock while I played with my tits, rubbed my pussy and said Salty Vixen words to you and boy did you let that cum flow like a river…
Oh the memories… I sometimes wish I could say thank you for helping my naughty thoughts flow out to help you cum. Do you remember that, sweetie?
Can I worship your cock, please? Let’s begin..
I'm standing in the office contemplating paperwork when he comes in. He doesn't make any sound, but I can feel him filling the doorframe behind me. The warmth of his body radiates out and hits mine as he moves to stand behind me.
I've been with this man for a long time, but I've never grown tired of him. He still makes my breath catch when he's close and he wants me. He still sends little tremors through my body, makes my cunt get hot and wet, when I can feel his breath on my bare skin...the way I can feel it now. It stirs the tiny hairs at the nape of my neck and makes me shiver with desire.
I try to turn around but he stills me with his hands on my upper arms. He tells me to stay where I am, to put my hands flat on the top of the desk in front of me. The position forces me to bend over a bit.
I can feel his warm hands on the hem of my skirt, drawing it up to my waist. He takes a moment to admire the black thong I wear, then smoothes his hand over my stomach and dips down the front. I shudder with pleasure as he slowly strokes my clit. I can feel it respond to his touch as though well trained. He knows just how to touch me and I can feel my clit grow swollen and sensitive.
He eases his finger deep inside me and thrusts in and out. I gasp and the muscles of my pussy pulse. He asks me if I like it. Trembling, I say yes. He orders me to put my head down and pushes me onto the desk so I'm half lying across it. I grab the opposite edge of the desktop. The paperwork lays forgotten beneath me.
With his other hand, he pulls the thong down. It ends up around my ankles and I impatiently kick it away. He tells me to widen my stance. In this position--bent over, draped over the desk--my cunt is totally offered to him.
He eases his hand up between my thighs, caressing my clit for a few moments. Then he changes tactics and slowly finger fucks me until I'm squirming and moaning. I know how much he likes to watch me like this. He likes to watch the penetration--his fingers, a toy, his cock. He likes to watch me climb the walls with the need to be well and truly fucked, but it drives me crazy. Maybe that's point. Maybe he likes to drive me crazy.
Finally, I hear the sound of his belt being unbuckled and his pants coming down. He positions the head of his cock to my cunt—I have to go tippy-toe a little because he's taller. I thrust my ass up at him, meeting his stroke as he finally enters me. I let out a breath of relief as he hilts. Having him inside me is always like coming home.
In a low, aroused voice, he tells me that I have rope binding my wrists. In actuality, there is nothing, but in my mind, he says, there is rope. I can't move. I'm forbidden from it.
The desk starts to move as he pulls back and thrusts back inside my body. I bite my lower lip and hang on while he fucks me long, fast and hard, until I come.
