Crossing The Line

I guess it escalated quickly... she should honestly not be that surprised... how things went from one to a hundred... her mind wanders and she lets out a small moan... a hand gently on her head, cupping her cheek and running back into her hair... tugging.. grounding... she slips back into subspace easily. She is on her knees, under a desk... a cock in her mouth for what feels like ages... it grounds her, not to think, just to feel, be good, be used.

It started innocently really... a comment during a call about riding the wave... and if she would be good at it... she felt she was being challenged and responded I can be good, with the right motivation... it became a game... who could draw the other one in. Always a step further.. trying to see where the line was that the other would not dare to cross. Except it never came... teasing. It moves into voice messages after that... he sent her one after a day of meetings where they did not exchange two words but still she felt the tension... who would start? Who would dare the other? she could hear him groaning... slick noises in the background... a moan, more slick noises and with a final fuck baby just like that, rough panting it cut off. Her imagination running wild... she felt wanted. She took care of herself afterwards...

At one of the next team meetings she prepared herself, shaved herself from top to bottom, put on lotion and her finest lingerie. The whole evening and dinner they did not speak a word. In person there were no glances, no touches, this was also part of their game. Who could pretend they were not buzzing with excitement, hard or wet, waiting until the other caved. After a whole evening of tension, she went back to her hotel bedroom. She was aching all over. Got on the bed and found herself dripping wet. Pushing two fingers in and a hand around her throat. It did not take long until she came hard, thinking of him. She took her phone and took a picture of her dripping pussy, toned belly and breasts in fine white lace... hit sent... no face visible... she saw the double blue tick appear 5 min later with no reply. Mmm, I guess that invisible line has been drawn at last... next morning not a word or message...

A week goes by. She travels to his country for work. A single message: come to my place. Not a question, no explanation, just a clear command which she cannot ignore. She arrives at his place at noon, he opens the door and looks her up and down. In her suit trousers, heels and blouse. He lets her in. She steps inside, buzzing with anticipation as to what he would do. Strip, he says. She turns around then and looks in his eyes, cocking her head to the side to try and read his intentions. He raises an eyebrow as to say you want me to repeat myself? She slowly takes off her clothes. Until she is standing in her underwear. He turns his head to the other side and raises his eyebrow again... all of it, he says. She obliges, a thrill running up her spine. Once she is naked he looks her up and down, as if taking in all her curves, flaws... Finally meeting her eyes he turns and walks out, she stands there. After a few steps he turns around and looks at her, motioning for her to follow. He enters a room which looks like his office. Desk, chair, big screen. He sits down on his chair and turns to her. He says: kneel under the desk. Her mouth starts to water... she does, slowly, walk to the desk and gets on her knees under it. He pushes the chair closer, caging her in. Runs a hand through her hair, caresses her cheek. He goes to his jeans, unbuttons the button and lowers his zipper... he gets a hand in his briefs and pulls out his cock... half hard. Strokes it once, slowly up and down. Fuck, what a cock, perfectly flushed at the tip, cute. He gets a hand in her hair and pulls her closer, she looks up and slowly opens her mouth. He pushes in slowly all the way to the back. She chokes but pushes through. A moan escapes her. He shushes her. A hand on her cheek. He pushes in hard, in and out three more times. She moans again, fuck she is so wet, dripping. She wants to make him feel good... redoubles her efforts in taking him in. He gets his hand in her hair and pulls, stopping her. Questioning eyes look up. He nods no and goes back to lazily fucking her mouth... slowing down until a stop. Just his cock in her mouth, keeping him warm and wet. He pets her hair when she relaxes. And starts typing on his keyboard, answering some mail as if it was the most normal thing in the world having his cock warmed. She freezes for a moment, not sure what to do... in the end the need to service him, be good wins out and she relaxes. Slips into blissful nothingness. She does not know how much time passes but suddenly she hears him say 'hi everyone' she tenses. He is in a fucking teams meeting with leadership while she is sitting under his desk with his cock in her mouth. He slips a hand over her head to calm her and continues talking, engaging with the rest of the people on the call. Something displeases him and he makes one of his cutting remarks absolutely ruining someone else on the call... she feels herself dripping more and a small moan escapes her. He mutes himself in the call. A hand in her hair tugging lightly. Pushing a little bit deeper to remind her to focus on just him, and his cock. She slips again blissfully. Time again goes by... until she hears a click of a screen being turned down. He looks down, contemplating what to do,.. when suddenly he bucks up... hard. A moan escapes her. Her hands go to grab onto his thighs, to ground her... she relaxes her throat, he pulls at her hair and starts fucking her throat, letting out hard groans... that's it baby, take it, you've been so good the whole day... now fucking take it all... be a good. She moans again... fuck if only she could plug some fingers in her dripping pussy but she does not dare.

His hand comes down her cheek to land on her throat and squeezes gently. He comes. She swallows it all. Fuck she is starved. When done, he pulls out but she chases him. Keeps licking him, she feels so fucking empty. He puts his cock back in his pants and zips up. She does not dare to look up... he puts a finger under her chin making her look up into his eyes... so dark and swirling they are. He pulls her up. And sets her down on his desk. He pushes her down to lay on it. Fuck this man and his fucking desk. She feels self-conscious now... and tips her head back. He opens her knees and just stares at her. At the slick dripping from her pussy. He puts a hand on her knee, opening her up... slowly gathers up her juices until he reaches her pussy. He slides a finger in. She moans. Fuck she is so wet and tight... he brushes his thumb over her clit and she moans again. Getting even wetter. He slides a second finger in and then, then he starts talking. You like that baby? You're so fucking wet and tight? You like me finger fucking you? God, that voice. That voice and those words are going to be the death of her. You were so good today, let me make you feel good he says, let me hear you... and she moans again, panting. He goes faster... pushes a third finger in... his other hand grabs her breast and he pinches her nipple hard. She screams. That's it baby, let it out, feel it... come on baby, a little more right, you can do it... that's a good girl... she is panting, sweating and absolutely gushing. He twists his fingers just so and the other hand that was on her nipple goes to her throat, he squeezes. She locks eyes with him an comes... and keeps coming... he keeps pushing his fingers in and out, not stopping... she groans. Come on baby, you can go once more no... ride it baby, ride my fingers. Come on baby fuck yourself... too sensitive, too many emotions, tears fall from her eyes until she falls again. Fucking squirting all over his hand. They both are panting. He says nothing while he stands up, she looks around for her clothes. Finds her pants, blouse... he hands her her panties... she gets dressed... all the while not a word is said. She gets her bag, turns around and looks at him. He smiles and winks. She smiles back, opens the door and walks out.

Guess that invisible line really does not exist after all... o well, let's see what tomorrow brings...