The Last Thing Before Work

The rain hammered against the windows, mirroring the frantic beat of my heart. It had been a particularly grueling shift at the office, filled with tedious meetings and pointless paperwork, but even the stress couldn’t dull the insistent thought that had taken root in my mind since she’d spoken those words: “If you pull your cock out of your pants I will suck it.” Just before I left for work, she’d delivered the line with a mischievous glint in her eyes, a silent challenge that both thrilled and terrified me. I’d dismissed it then, a fleeting moment of impulsive desire, but now, as I stood at the doorway, briefcase in hand, the words echoed in my head, pulling me back to the precipice of forbidden pleasure.

The scent of her lingered in the air, a potent blend of lavender and something uniquely, undeniably her. My hand instinctively went to the belt holding up my trousers, the cool metal a stark contrast to the burning heat building within me. The thought of what she’d said, the promise of her touch, felt both reckless and utterly irresistible. Without a second thought, I fumbled with the buckle, the sound of the metal straining against the fabric a tiny rebellion against the mundane routine of my life. Finally, the trousers gave way, the weight of my trousers sliding down my legs, revealing the hard, throbbing mound beneath.

She was waiting for me on the sofa, a slow smile playing on her lips. Her eyes, dark and knowing, held a captivating mix of anticipation and dominance. As she knelt before me, her gaze locking onto mine, I felt a surge of heat rush through my veins. The distance between us seemed to shrink, the air thick with unspoken desires. She reached out, her fingers tracing the contours of my cock, sending shivers down my spine. It was a slow, deliberate act, each touch designed to ignite the flames within me.

Then, without warning, she took it. Her mouth, soft and warm, enveloped the head of my cock, her lips parting slightly as she began to suck. The sensation was immediate and intense, a primal urge unleashed. Her movements were surprisingly forceful, a rhythmic thrusting that sent waves of pleasure radiating through my body. I moaned involuntarily, lost in the exquisite torment and release. Her tongue darted in and out, exploring every inch of my flesh, while her hands gripped me tight, pulling me closer, deeper into her embrace.

The rain continued its relentless assault on the windows, but I barely noticed. My focus was entirely consumed by the sensations she was inflicting upon me. The heat from her breath, the slickness of her saliva, the insistent pull of her lips – it was an intoxicating combination that threatened to overwhelm my senses. My muscles tensed, my breathing became ragged, and a powerful urge to climax consumed me. I strained against her grip, desperate to reach the inevitable release.

As she continued to suck, she began to drool, the glistening droplets clinging to my head and shoulders. It wasn’t unpleasant, not in this context. It was a sign of her intensity, her complete absorption in the moment. I felt a strange sense of connection to her, as if our bodies were intertwined, sharing the same desperate need for release. The thought of her dominance over me, her control over my pleasure, filled me with both shame and exhilaration.

Suddenly, I felt a sharp pain in my abdomen. “I’m going to cum!” I gasped, the words ripped from my throat. Her groan was a symphony of pleasure and surprise. “Good honey, let it go…” she murmured, her voice husky with anticipation. It felt like an eternity, but finally, the dam broke. A torrent of semen erupted from my body, cascading down her face and onto her chest. The force of the release sent her reeling back slightly, but she quickly regained her composure, her eyes sparkling with delight.

As the final waves of pleasure washed over me, I realized that this was not just about physical gratification. It was about power, about control, about surrendering myself completely to her will. She opened her mouth again, her grip tightening around my cock. This time, she didn't just suck. She coated my entire body in a layer of her warm, moist saliva, leaving me drenched and trembling. The sensation was overwhelming, both delicious and slightly repulsive. I felt like a newborn infant, completely dependent on her care.

She pulled down her thong, revealing her pale, smooth skin. She held her legs high, positioning herself for me to descend. With a sigh of anticipation, I moved down to meet her, plunging deep into the depths of her body. The friction was intense, the pressure building with each movement. Her pussy was surprisingly firm, a perfect fit for my eager cock. I soaked it with my tongue and mouth, savoring the taste of her, while she in turn, soaked my face with her own. It was a mutual act of pleasure, a shared experience of complete surrender.

As we continued our frenzied dance, the rain outside intensified, drumming against the windows like a frantic heartbeat. The world outside faded away, leaving only the two of us, lost in a world of lust and desire. The thought of going to work, of facing the mundane realities of my life, seemed utterly absurd. I knew, with absolute certainty, that I could never go back to the way things were before. This moment, this experience, had irrevocably changed me.

When I finally arrived at the office, hours later, my mind was still reeling from the intensity of our encounter. The scent of her lingered on my clothes, a constant reminder of the pleasure I had just experienced. My colleagues stared at me, their faces filled with confusion and disapproval. But I didn't care. I had tasted something extraordinary, something forbidden, something that had awakened a primal part of me that I never knew existed.

As I sat at my desk, staring out at the rain-soaked city, I couldn't wait until tomorrow morning. I knew that when I saw her again, the desire would be just as strong, just as overwhelming. And I would gladly succumb to her touch, to her control, to the intoxicating pleasure that she offered. The memory of those hours, spent lost in the depths of our shared desire, would forever be etched in my mind, a testament to the power of lust, the allure of forbidden pleasure, and the intoxicating joy of complete surrender. The rain continued to fall, washing away the remnants of the day, but leaving behind a feeling of warmth, of fulfillment, and of an unshakeable longing for the next time we would lose ourselves in the embrace of our shared desires.

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