Second Lunch Break

You knocked softly on my open office door. I looked up, smiled, and told you to come in. I had been working in my home office and I was stressed out. I was up against a writing deadline and hadn't had the time to make lunch. You brought in a tray with a gorgeous green salad, iced tea, and some chocolate chip cookies and sat it on my desk.

"What's all this?" I asked you, smiling at the unexpected surprise of both lunch and you.

"I made you some lunch. I know how stressed out you get when you're up against a deadline, babe," you said as you came behind my desk chair and rubbed my shoulders. I instantly felt the tension in my neck dissolve and I sighed deeply, I always melt when you touch me. You just have a way with your hands.

"Oh love, that feels so good," I stretched my neck to one side and you took the opportunity to bend down and kiss it, bringing goose-bumps to my skin and a tingle between my legs. I reached up to pull your head down, feeling your lips and tongue making little licks and bites down my sensitive neck. I moaned softly.

"I made you some lunch, but I haven't had my lunch yet. Let's see if I can help you de-stress a little bit," you whispered into my ear, "Stand up, baby." I stood up facing my desk. You rolled my office chair away and stood behind me, your hands tightly around my waist as you pressed your hips into mine. I could feel you getting hard against my ass and I moaned again. I began to grind slowly against you, it felt so good. You pulled down my leggings and panties to my ankles. I stepped out of them at your direction, then you rolled the office chair back and sat behind me.

"Bend over your desk, baby, put your hands flat on the surface, and part your legs for me," your voice was stern but deeply sexy. I pushed my laptop to the side and complied with every direction, a naughty smile spreading across my face. You gently slid your hands up the backs of my thighs, firmly placed your hands on my ass cheeks and began to rub and knead them. I closed my eyes and felt the pleasure of your touch. Suddenly I felt your hot breath on my ass as you bit my cheek, it felt so good, a little love bite to preview the actions to come. I felt your fingers trace my slit and test the increasing wetness they found there. I closed my eyes as your index finger traced a lazy circle around my clit. Then I felt your thumbs separate my wet lips and folds and suddenly your tongue probed into my throbbing pussy. I arched my back and moaned. Your tongue made expansive sweeps of my slit, drawing out my arousal and making me feel wild and primal. I leaned over more on my desk, rocking my pelvis back into your mouth. You sucked the lips and then allowed your soft tongue to do the delicate work of drawing out the building orgasm. Your beard delicately tickled my inner thighs, causing even more electric sensation to course through my body. I felt myself getting closer and closer, and just when I started to break the edge of pleasure, you slipped two fingers deep inside me and hooked them into my g-spot.

"Fuck yes, baby" I screamed as I started to orgasm in waves on waves. You kept working your tongue and fingers, relentless in their mission to pull more ecstasy out of my desperate cunt. I slammed a hand down on the desk and cried out, the release I needed so badly came pouring out of me.

You paused, "Oh love, you squirted for me. So delicious," you went back to your work, licking each drop of wetness that dared escape to my thigh. "I want you to come again for me, baby, let go of everything and come again. I know you have more orgasms in you."

I bit my lip as you continued licking. I was shaking, my legs wobbly and trembling as I stood bent over for you. I wasn't sure I could do it, but I laid my head down on the cool desk, closed my eyes, and took a deep breath. "Yes love, keep going, right there, don't stop, I need it so badly." This time, your tongue pressed into my clit and moved quickly and forcefully. Your fingers more urgent and at the same time more slow. I rolled my eyes back, moaned deeply, and submitted to your demanding mouth and fingers. The second orgasm came with a scream that burst from my throat suddenly and loudly. "Fuck yes, yes, yes, yes, YES!" I shouted as you held me in that orgasmic subspace, devouring my orgasms and keeping me throbbing and aching for more.

You pulled away and stood up behind me. I heard you unzipping your pants and I smiled. "Now I am going to fuck this needy, soaked pussy until you forget not only the deadline you have, but your own name." You bent over my back and growled your demands into my ear. Grabbing my hips, you thrust into my drenched slit to the hilt.

"Fuck yes," I screamed. Taking your full length and girth in one thrust made me feel even more primal and even a little slutty. "Fuck me hard baby," and in just four slow, deep thrusts, I orgasmed again in staggered spasms of ecstasy. After four more thrusts, you came hard, grunting and clutching my hips. We caught our breaths and I reached back to hold your head. I felt the warm rush of our combined wetness run down my inner thigh and I started to collect myself.

You reached down my front and found my clit with your middle finger and rubbed it urgently, "I think you have at least two more orgasms in you, baby," you whispered into my ear, "I don't think I'm finished with you yet."

I smiled deviously. Deadlines were meant to be broken.