I have been sexually attracted to Dennis for six of the longest years of my life. Day in and day out, I work with this man, barely concealing the evidence of my lustful desire. Every day is fraught with the overwhelming temptation to reach out and rub his cock until its swelling mass fills the folds of his neatly tailored trousers. He forms his words with soft, mauve lips and instead of listening I drift away, fascinated by my longing to kiss those lips and part them with my probing tongue.
Dennis is unbelievably gorgeous, a sensual garden of delights. He is tall with golden brown coloring, jet black hair and large, expressive eyes. His friendly, outgoing demeanor is punctuated with his brilliant smile and the distinctive laughter that characterizes his conversations. He is a very special man, and though I usually think I am the only woman responding so sexually to his presence, I sometimes hear comments that suggest I am just one of many in a crowd.
And so I have fantasized a myriad of seduction scenarios, each ending when I kneel at his feet and he slips his long, hard cock between my eager lips. At times I barely function as my attention is drawn to the tingling sensation between my legs where my pussy lips swell and my cream wets my panties.
Well, I finally decided to tell Dennis how I felt, and one evening I asked if we could meet privately. He agreed and although I had fantasized many times how this conversation would go, I hesitated and blushed with embarrassment. It was very difficult for me to explain my constant state of arousal. To my relief, he didn’t laugh or joke about it.
Then he rose and locked the door. “Come here,” he said softly, and moved to the back of the office. I followed silently, my mind racing with thoughts of the many times I had rehearsed for this moment.
We moved into each other’s arms again. Tentatively, I ran my hands across his broad back, then slid them down and massaged his lower back, pulling him closer. I reached for his firm asscheeks, pressing our hips together, feeling his rigid member with the soft flesh of my abdomen. Quickly, I moved my hand between our bodies and began to rub his cock with rapid strokes. He took a step back, pulled his zipper open and released his captive, bobbing part. I caressed it lovingly with trembling fingers.
“Do you know what I want to do?” I whispered hoarsely. “I want to suck your cock. Will you let me?”
Without a word, he turned and pulled up a chair, sat down and spread his legs. I could not take my eyes off his cock I was fascinated by its glistening head. I knelt, as I had done so often in my dreams, and positioned myself between his thighs. I began to lick his sweet pre come and then his shaft, concentrating on the throbbing vein. Finally, I took his whole sweet meat into my mouth, pulling and tugging with long, slow strokes. “You’re good,” he sighed. His breathing evened out, deep and regular, and I felt an enormous sense of satisfaction mingled with my own sexual arousal.
“Can you make it tighter?” he suddenly asked.
“If you really want tight, you can have my ass,” I replied.
I stood and pulled off my panties. Dennis got up and stepped aside, and I bent over the chair. I was quivering with anticipation as he moved into position. His moist hands gripped my waist and then, with amazing ease, he ran his cock up my ass. With long, smooth, rhythmic strokes he pummeled my puckered hole. I could barely catch my breath as I became overwhelmed with the extraordinary sensation. I wanted it to go on and on and on. After several minutes, he sank to his knees, pulling me down into his lap without disengaging our bodies. I leaned forward onto the chair and he rocked against me.
“Can I put it in your pussy?” he asked presently and smiled.
“Yes,” I moaned. Telling me that he’d be right back, Dennis hurried to the small bathroom in his office, returning a few minutes later with a well washed cock, and it was as erect as ever. I bent forward, resting my weight on my forearms, raising my ass high in the air. With a strong thrust, he drove into my pussy. I gasped from the sudden surge of arousal I felt. We fucked in unison, quietly, hearing only the rhythmic slapping of our flesh and an occasional groan as we moved relentlessly toward our climaxes.
He began to pump harder and faster. I concentrated on the exquisite turmoil rushing through my body as he careened toward his own orgasm. Suddenly, he was grinding and gasping and releasing his cream deep inside me.
Then we stopped moving and sought to regain our senses. We were breathing heavily, tired from the effort expended. After a few moments, he pulled back and his spent cock slipped out of my pussy. My legs were rubbery as I dressed.
We said hardly a word as we put ourselves together. There were so many things I wanted to say, but talking seemed dangerous, as if words would somehow break the spell. Silently, I picked up my things and we walked to the door. He unlocked it and we left the office.
We still work together, but we don’t discuss our sweet secret. I often glance his way. My fantasies continue, fueled by my memory of our lust and the desire to be with Dennis again.
Sarah A., Indiana