A Night with The Executive

You are a high-powered executive at a New York design firm. I am the young man you just hired to take on your newest client. You first saw me when I was interviewing, I was walking nervously down the hallway, clad in my best hire-me suit, and you walked past without speaking. Our eyes met, and there was that instant spark you get when something primal happens, you feel a knot in your stomach. Deep in that animal instinctive part of your brain your mind is picturing that person so very intimate with you, deep and primitive and hot, and then one turns one's eyes away but the moment lingers for days.

You made sure I got hired, in fact, I got a personal voice message on my phone saying to come into your office sharply at 11:00 am.

I spent the morning nervously waiting. making sure my tie was straight, and trying not to sweat. Finally, the time came and I made my way over to your office.

"Come on inside," you said, standing motioning me towards you. Our eyes met again and I felt a tightening in the pit of my stomach. You wore your usual business attire: a short jacket, buttoned, white blouse, which enhanced your glorious breasts, sensible knit skirt. My eyes flicked down to your chest and the faintest hint of a smile appeared on your face. And then, as I approached, you held your hand up, and let your eyes wander over my body. As you strode towards me, I found that I wanted to both reach forwards and step back, but before I could do anything you took the lapel of my jacket in your hand, and ran your fingers along the fabric. I felt my stomach tighten as you scrutinized my apparel - it was the best I could do as a young man starting off with nothing but dreams and a debit card. Standing close to me, I could smell a faint hint of your favorite perfume, intoxicating but subtle. Your hand slid inside my jacket and then you took the fabric of my shirt and felt the texture between your fingertips, and, sliding your hand down casually, following the contour of my chest, you hooked your thumb into the waistband of my slacks. I felt my heart start accelerating and my member started to swell, but then you removed your hand.

"Take off that jacket," you commanded, "and turn around."

I did so, folding it and placing it over the chair in front of your desk, and as I turned I could feel your eyes following me, checking out my firm ass. The tightness in my stomach became a frisson of arousal.

"Well, we'll have to do something with that suit," you said, pursing your lips. "May I?"

I nodded, and you slid your hand down around my buttocks and I gasped involuntarily, and then you gathered the excess fabric between my legs. "That's much better, don't you think? We can't have our people looking like hobos, you know." I could feel your fingertips against my balls, and you let your hand linger for a little longer than necessary, so you could feel them tighten as my erection increased.

Reaching back, I took your hand in mine and turned, now pulling you close to me so that our bodies were almost touching.

"That's a little personal..." I said, and then, whispering, "but I like it." l let my gaze drop down to your chest, to the buttons straining against your beautiful full breasts, and slowly lowered your hand, fighting hard against the urge to pull you close and have you right there. I could see the flush of your cheeks and your chest, and as our hands slid down you unbuttoned your jacket and I pulled your hand back so it opened to me, exposing the fine cotton fabric that failed to hide the outline of your full, firm nipples. I could feel my own chest flush and my nipples harden against my shirt fabric. Our eyes met again, and we looked deep into each other's souls, and, as we drew close, there was a knock on the door, and the moment was gone.

That night I lay in bed, hot and sweating, unable to rest. This was so wrong, but I felt drawn like a moth to fire. I closed my eyes and began to touch myself, drawing out my hardness, stroking myself until I was at the edge, throbbing with anticipation. The next day I took my suit in to your tailor, but try as I might, I didn't see you.

The next few days were a whirlwind of activity at work. You had me running from team to team, each one working on some new product for the upcoming season. Each trip took me past your office, and I wondered if you were there, behind those dark windows, watching me. I started making trips that specifically went by your office. The hours were late, but at least it kept my mind off of you. That is, until one night when I was at my desk up on the fifth floor of our building, looking down into the dark, rainy city, and I saw you walking out into a waiting limo. You wore a beautiful silver dress with a deep V neckline, and a slit partway up the side, and it flashed and sparkled in the night. Suddenly you turned and looked back up, up towards my office, and placed your hand casually along the shoulder strap of your dress. I swear that you let your hand slide over your breast, and I gasped instinctively, and then someone, some man, beckoned you inside the car, and you disappeared into the night. Moments later my phone buzzed with a text message

This is your boss. Meet me in my office at 11:00 pm tonight. Thanks in advance for putting in the long hours.

The next four hours were almost unbearable. I was transfixed to the window, staring into the darkness, waiting... for what? I'd heard stories of crazy demands for all sorts of things from bosses. But my body was trembling softly in anticipation. I went down to the employee locker room on the first floor, which had a shower, and tried cooling off, but it was no use. I couldn't get you out of my head. I turned the water to warm, and closed my eyes as I let the water run warm, cascading down my chest, thighs, and off my penis, which quickly engorged itself in spite of my efforts. My fingertips traced their way across my smooth shaven chest, then down over each abdominal muscle, until my fingers wrapped themselves around my swelling member. I stroked myself gently, enjoying the feeling of the water running down my balls and off my thighs. Closing my eyes, I leaned back and let my penis bounce free in the water spray. I began to throb as I fantasized about fucking you so deep and hard, stroking myself and slapping my cock against my taut abs and letting the water splash, but no - I'm not cumming yet, I thought to myself. I put my clothes back on and hurried back to wait.

After a seeming eternity the limo returned, as expected. A man got out of the passenger door, walked around, and opened the door for you. You glanced up at my office, only for a moment, and he took your hand and the two of you laughed at something, and then it seemed like he wanted to go in with you, and I was terrified, but then you placed your hand on his chest, letting him down easy. He gave you a peck on cheek and went in the car, like a good boy, and once more the limo drove off into the darkness. And you looked up at my window and smiled.

Your office door was locked, as usual, but it had a little lobby that was still open, and I quickly made my way there, arriving just before you. As you opened the lobby door, the outside light slashed across my body and I know that I must have been staring at you with hungry eyes, because you hesitated for a moment before stepping forwards.

"Glad you could make it, Tony" you said, taking your purse and fumbling nervously with your keys.

"I'm happy to oblige," I replied. You smelled like the city, like gardenias, like a woman. I took the keys from you and opened the door, and then, as you passed, I gently placed my fingertips on your back.

"So what's this late meeting for?" I continued.

"I... I have some figures I wanted to go over with you," you stammered. "And your suit is done. I picked it up from the tailor's this morning."

"That's great," I replied. I saw the suit in it's bag on a hanger over next to the bar, and wandered over. "Want a drink?"

"That's quite forwards of you, mister, offering your boss her own booze."

"I'll take that as a yes," I replied. I looked at the bottles, finding the one half-full. A nice single malt scotch, of course, since that's what most of her clients would want. I took two tumblers, some ice from the bucket, and poured us the drinks. Turning back, I caught sight of the light glancing off of your dress as you fidgeted nervously with a pencil you had picked up and then bitten on the eraser. It bounced sensually along your lower lip and I felt my face flush as I handed you the drink.

"Don't you want to try it on? The suit, I mean." You took a big drink, and the ice clinked and swirled in your glass.

"Oh, yes, of course... Only if you help," I whispered, and, taking your hand, brought it up to the top button of my shirt. One by one we unbuttoned it, as I reached around with my other arm and drew you to me, getting closer as each button one by one was undone, until you finally slid your warm hand across my chest as I nuzzled and nibbled on your neck and earlobe.

"That feels wonderful," you whispered. You reached around me with your left hand, grasping my buttocks, as I guided your right over my belt, and I quickly pulled it from my pants, and now the hook, opened now, and you are sliding your left hand under my waistband, and gasping as you feel I have no underwear on, just hot muscle under your grip. Your other hand is guided over the zipper, and as you pull down I slip the strap from your dress, exposing your left breast, which is pushed up by a black lace corset. So so hot!! I nibble and suck my way down your neck as my hard cock springs free of my pants, and let them fall to the ground. You reach in and gently explore my manhood with your fingertips, not stroking me yet but teasing, then reaching down and clasping by already tight balls in the palm of your hand.

Now we kiss, open-mouthed, no holding back, and as we do, I slide the palm of my hand between your thighs and against the wetness of your black silk panties. I can feel your clit, swollen and hard, through the fabric and that arouses me hugely. I slide the dress off you, letting it fall to the floor, and after a few moments I let my fingertips slide underneath your panties so I can stroke your soaking wet vulva directly.

Back, by the windows, is a beautiful leather couch. I slowly guide you to it, and place some pillows on the center, and then put you down, your head on the pillows and your hips up on the bolster. I kneel down now, over you, my chest over your face, and begin kissing and sucking on your breasts while you take my pec and lick and suck me. My nipples harden and yours do, too. Curling my abdomen brings my penis along side your face, and you alternate between licking and sucking my warm shaft and my breast.

Now I move my head between your thighs, because I want that swollen hard little clit in my mouth. It's not so little now, and that turns me on even more. My penis and balls, smoothly shaven, slide gently across your face as I go down on you, 69 style. You take my warm, throbbing penis in your mouth, teasing me, as I slip my tongue inside you, tasting your sweet and salty tang, and then back on your clit.

"Tony, I'm hungry," you whisper.

"Now?"

"Yes... yes I am."

I'm a little flustered at this point.

"Over on the counter, on the warming plate, there's a bowl. Bring it here."

I'm a little confused, but I rise and bring the bowl. It's warm and sweet smelling. Caramel sauce, I believe. You sit up now, take the bowl from me, and slowly pull me down towards it, until I feel my balls touch and then sink into the warm goo. It wraps around my penis and as I rock back I can even feel it on my anus, hot and arousing. The head of my penis pops up and splashes you a little, and you press it down, holding my cock until I am fully submerged and then you pull me out. Your hand and my shaft are dripping with that sweet caramel, as you kneel before me, you start licking and nibbling it from me, inch my inch. Your breasts wrap around my thigh and I don't know if I can take it any more. The warm, sticky caramel drips down off my balls and over your breasts and nipples, turning me on even more.

It's too much, too much, so I pull out and guide you back onto the couch, spreading your thighs wide open for me, so your smooth, plump, wet mound and vulva point up to my face. I go down on you again, deeply inhaling your sweet aroma, my nose siding between your vulva lips when I suck your clit, until I sense once more it's too much and rise up.

Now I enter you with my fingers, one and then two, curved up slightly, and lean back, surveying your whole sexy body with my eyes. I press the palm of my hand gently against your clit while I take your head in my hand and pull you to me as you continue to suck me off, licking the last caramel bits from my cock.

"I want you to cum on my tits," you whisper, but I shake my head, but you now start stroking my shaft with both hands and I know it's not going to last. Reaching your hand up around my ball sac and then pressing your index finger into my little button, you stroke me faster with your free hand, arching your breasts to me. I feel your pussy start contracting on my fingers and now you're rubbing me against those gorgeous nipples and suddenly I shudder and gush hot clear precum all across your chest, over and over just as you climax on my hand, squirting your creamy wetness on my palm, and then, without stopping, I pull you and the pillows to the floor.

"I'm going to fuck you now," I command, gazing at my own precum glistening all over your glorious breasts and throat. My cock is throbbing, dripping and slick, bouncing against your swollen vulva. I spread your thighs open with mine, and with my strong left arm I lift your torso to me as my mouth brushes against your face. I kiss you softly, tasting myself on you, and then my lower lip brushes against yours and I feel your mouth open so gently. My body is shaking now with arousal, every muscle is taut, as you gently nibble on my lower lip and our mouths now open, ever so slowly to each other. I feel the heat of your breath and your slick breasts against my chest as I open your mouth and our tongues explore each other. Your pelvis rocks up to me and I feel your swollen clit sliding over my precum-soaked cock. The head of my penis is so swollen and enlarged now, and it nestles it's way among your outer folds. Our bodies both begin to rock together spontaneously, and, breaking from the kiss, I let my mouth explore your neck, kissing away every droplet that I splashed over your body. And then, lifting you more, I bring your breast to my mouth, and you moan and as I take your swollen hot nipple into my mouth I feel the tip of my shaft sliding into you, just the tip now, you have to beg me for it. I put my other hand around your breast and knead it, my tongue circling your large swollen aureoles, and I feel the sweet resistance of your body to the head of my cock, and then that moment when you take me, your body demands me, and we both moan in pleasure as my hot throbbing shaft sinks deep into you, all the way. As I lay you back down I pull back ever so slowly, inching back, until I feel the delicious pull of your body trying to pull my tip in again, and then I sink in, deeper, all the way, my soft swollen tip presses against your cervix as I begin to throb uncontrollably. I pull you tight to me now, our bodies writhing with pleasure, and I feel your muscles contracting on my shaft.

"Cum inside me," you whisper, wrapping your hands around my buttocks.

I start to thrust faster now. Our eyes are locked on each other. I feel my head spinning but now my body has taken over control. I lean back and, grabbing both your thighs, open you wider for me.

"Touch yourself," I command.

You take one hand that was holding your breasts from bouncing and slide it down over your vulva, and I gasp with pleasure as you begin to stroke yourself, and then stroke my cock as it slides in and out of you. The floor starts creaking under the force of my thrusts. Your pupils are dilated now and your chest is as flushed as mine is now. Your fingertips alternate between my shaft and your clit.

"I'm going to cum!" you whisper

"Cum on my cock!" I demand, and my breath is rough. I am so close... so close now..

I feel your contractions begin to roll through your body. You tremble, and then with a cry your pussy bears down on my shaft as your orgasm begins to wash over you like a crashing ocean wave. I pull your mouth to mine and we kiss, our mouths wide open as you cum on my cock and my own hot cum surges in my body and then, as our mouths open, I fill you, my tip pressed deep into your cervix. You feel each contraction, over and over, and as we cum together I lift your body and take you over to your desk, I lay you down on our papers and as I do, my cock slips out of you and a white hot arc of cum shoots up and across your body and splatters all over our papers. I press my tip down, into you. You feel the cold polished wood hard against your back as I pound you hard, my taut balls are slapping against your body. Outside anyone in the city could see us fucking but I don't care, in fact it turns me on. The desk creaks and groans as my cum and your cream mingle together and drip down and in moments we are both cumming again, and this time we're not restrained, and I hear myself growling with pleasure. I can feel it dripping down my balls which is totally sexy. Your body trembles again, beneath me, and now we both begin to catch our breath.

"I think we both needed that," I whisper to you, brushing your hair out of your eyes. I am still in you, still hard but not rock hard. As your heart rate calms, and mine does, I slide us both back and then, standing, I lift your body up and let your legs wrap around my torso. I take us over to the window. The city speads out below us, gleaming in the darkness, blue and violets and teals shining in the rain.

"Tony, they'll see us," you whisper.

"I like that," I reply.

"I.. I know."

I kiss you again, gently. I am still inside you, still thick, still twitching.

"Are you gonna fuck me again?"

"I haven't even tried on the suit!"

"Are you gonna let that stop you?"

I frown for a moment and then, carrying you over to the sofa, I lay you down with your back over one of the bolsters and then stretch over to take the jacket and I slide it over my naked body, even though I almost slipped out of you for a moment.

"Nice job. Maybe you should join the circus," you quip.

"Not my circus, not my monkeys," I reply.

I can tell you want more. But from now on, it's gonna be on my terms. I reach down with my big toe and manage to capture the trousers, but this is more of a challenge. You begin to grind against me, and as you do, I use that to slide the trousers up inch by inch, until I finally have them up. We begin thrusting and rocking together faster, and as we do, Iift you again, carrying you over to the entryway corridor. I press you against the wall, my arms lifting you by the buttocks. I feel your breasts hot against my chest again, I can feel your clit pressing on my pubic mound. Our mouths meet and now the wall is shaking and my hand is on the doorknob and I open it and the cool air of the city washes over our bodies as you cum on me again, one last time, we shake together until finally, finally, I gently let you down.

"I'll always be yours... in the night," I whisper, kissing you one last time under the moonlight, and then, as a cloud covers the moon, I am gone. And we are riding the whirlwind, and I love it. And I think I am falling in love with you.

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