Fall is Back

"You're not supposed to be in here," John said with a twinkle in his eye.

He was right. I was supposed to meet him at the café for lunch, not in his office. But I couldn't help myself. I wanted to see him. No, I needed to see him. I needed to touch him and have him touch me. Although that wasn't true, I wanted him to ravish me.

I knew I looked sexy. I had a short camel colored skirt paired with high-heeled brown boots and a soft, olive-green sweater that wrapped around my breasts, giving a little peek-a-boo of my bra and the swell of my breasts. It was one of the first days of fall, and when I bought the skirt, I knew I wanted John to push it up and fuck me.

"I know, sir. I couldn't wait," I said demurely with my eyes downcast.

I knew he would not mind. We had several private lunches in his office before. It was located in a suite of offices. It was an empty suite except for him and his boss, who only visited once a week. He was in the suite because he was on a special assignment for a little while.

"Ah, you are my bad girl," he said as he walked toward me with purpose.

It thrilled me because I knew he would be kind with his punishment. I looked forward to it.

I started to back up just a little bit, and as he moved forward, it pushed me up against the wall. Exactly where we both wanted me.

John leaned in to my face. I thought he was going to kiss me, but not yet. He leaned into my ear. "Do you know what bad girls get?"

I sighed but did not answer. I knew that he would let me know when I could talk.

With that, he nuzzled my neck and gently kissed it. I melted and waited.

"Turn around toward the wall and put your hands up on it," he commanded.

I did as he told me and turned around. I put my hands at my head height, enough to push my breasts forward a bit. I am curvy with large breasts and an hourglass figure. My brown hair was cut in a bob, just like he liked. I also had put on darker makeup, just like he liked.

John then put his hand between my thighs, not touching my pussy, but pushing them apart, and inserted his leg to make sure I spread my legs open wide. It made my back arch and pushed out my butt too.

"That's how I want you, my bad girl. I don't want you to look me in the eye. I don't want you to see what I am going to do to you. I want you standing there for me, waiting."

Oh God, my pussy started to tingle. John knew just how to touch me. He knew how to fuck me well. We met several months back on a project. Our sexual chemistry had grown quickly even though we were both married. This wasn't about love; this was friendship. Deep desire. Intimacy. Fantasy. Fun. He was a great lover.

I could feel John's eye look me up and down, growling he said, "I know you came to tease me. I'm hungry, and I want to feast on you. I know that's why you came here in the office."

I heard the lock click. I loved that he remembered the details. Neither of us was looking to get fired -- well, from work. We both loved to suck each other, tease, nip, and play. That was the fire we were looking for.

Next, John snaked his arm around to my breasts, slowly sliding into the wrap of the sweater to lay his hand on my right breast. "I know that you wore that sweater because you knew I could see your bra and breasts. Did you know that when you move, it opens up and I get the full view?"

I moaned just a little bit when his hand found my nipple and squeezed it. He said,

"Oh, I know you did know. You did that on purpose, my bad girl."

Then he slid the shoulders down to expose my whole chest in my ivory lace bra. When he finished exposing my chest, he groped both my breasts to touch my nipples and squeeze my breasts. I couldn't help myself. I moaned louder.

"Oh no, my bad girl, you don't get to make sounds. Someone might hear us. Only sounds that I can hear."

I quieted down. "That's better, my good girl. I don't think you want me to stop. God, your breasts are so luscious. You are beautiful. You turn me on, but I know you know that. I can't wait to suck your nipples."

Then John moved his hands down the sides of my body. "I wonder if you are wearing panties today?" he growled into my ear as I arched closer to him pushing my ass into his crotch.

I wanted to touch him, but with my hands on the wall, all I could do was push my ass into his cock.

As he slid his hands up my legs to check about my panties, or lack thereof, he continued, "If you are wearing panties, I know that you will want me to rub your pussy through the panties in your favorite way, from behind. But if you're not, then I know you want me to fuck you immediately. So, which is it?"

I take a deep breath because he's just about to touch my pussy.

"Ooo, you have your lace panties on, and you are already very wet." He coos, very happy with me.

Another soft moan from me. He's right; I am wet. I was wet getting to his office and waiting for him. I had sat on the side of the desk with my legs out, showing off my heeled boots and pushing up the skirt just a little to hint at my pussy. I had opened the sweater a bit to make sure he noticed the swell of my breasts. His squeezing of my nipples had my pussy racing, bringing me back to this moment. The sliding of his hands started to make me drip. I knew I was wet before he even lightly touched my pussy through my panties.

John says, "I can't wait to make you cum, my darling. But first I'm going to tease you a little just like I know you want."

He's right. That's why he is such a great lover. He knows me. He knows what I like. He knows that I want to tease him and be desired by him. He knows that I love to have his hands on my body. That I love when he takes charge and commands me. He knows that I love to suck his cock. And he knows that I love when he slips inside me.

He starts to rub my wet panties in little circles, hitting my clit. I can tell he is also moving toward my hole to just push in a little. He knows that I love all of it, and I pant to let him know I approve.

"Oh, you like that, don't you, my dirty little slut. Do you want to cum already?"

"Yes, please sir, let me cum." I moan.

Just then he sticks his fingers under my panties and inserts two into me. I have to hold back a scream because it feels so good, and I love it when he calls me his slut.

"Oh god, please, sir, let me cum. I am your slut. Use me. Fuck me." I pant out.

"Oh no, not yet, my slut. I want to see your body quiver. I want you to beg me. I want your pussy to drip on my hands." He whispers into my ear.

But he knows I'm close. It never takes me long when he touches me. Even when I am home and start to think about him, I get wet. He's had to make me stop fingering myself when I'm away from him because he says it builds it up. It might build it up, but I seem to have no problem getting wet and orgasming with him.

"Please, John," I moan.

"No, my dirty little slut, not yet. You need to be punished for being a bad girl."

He knows I want that. He knows that's why I do the brat things sometimes. Then he starts to remove his fingers from my pussy. I want to cry because I was so close.

I can feel him slide his hands down my legs, but only to the edge of the skirt. Then I can feel a breeze as he pulls the skirt up in the back, and I feel him tuck the edge into my panties. My ass is no longer covered by the skirt, just my panties. I can't help myself; I push my ass out a little further, leaning into the wall.

John then spanks me, hard. "Oh," I cry out.

"You like that, baby?"

"Yes, sir. More please." I say.

I know the game. So, he spanks me again and then rubs it to soften the sting. The next spanking, he rubs again, but this time he runs his finger against my pussy to flick my clit.

"Oh God," I whisper.

He has never done that, and I love it. I want it again and again, so he obliges. Spank, rub, press into my panties, and flick my clit. "You like that, my dear." He says, and I can tell he is smiling.

I love when I know he is smiling. I know I am his good girl. His dirty little slut. His fuck hole. I love it when he fucks every hole.

Smack, another spanking, rub, tease, and flick. My body reacts without me. I moan softly. I am quivering.

"Oh, there's the little quiver. You like this, my dirty girl? Do you want me to fuck you? Do you want me to let you cum?" he says.

"Yes, oh God, yes please, please...."

"Oh, not quite yet," he retorts.

He moves his hands away, and I feel them on my side. He puts his fingers into the sides of my panties and starts to slowly take them down. It's so slow that I think I might die. I didn't realize how sexy it would be to have my panties removed slowly as I stand ready at attention, not able to really move.

I feel them and his caress as he slides them down. He continues over my boots. "Lift your right leg," and he slides the panties off.

"Now lift your left leg," as I put my right leg down.

I do as he commands, and he slides them completely off. I think I'm even more wet than before. I can feel a drop of my wetness go down my thigh. Then I feel him stand back up. But instead of touching my pussy he moves against me. His hips and cock against my bare ass. He slides his right hand around to grab my breast. And then his left hand balls up my panties. "Open your mouth, dirty slut." And he pushes my wet panties inside my mouth.

I am stunned but more turned on. I can taste my pussy. I can taste it on him when I suck his cock after we have sex. Or after he eats me out and we kiss passionately. I know I taste... well, sexy. I can see why he is always eating me, licking his fingers after he puts them on my pussy or inside of me. I love it when he puts his wet fingers inside of my mouth to suck them. It's no different, just with a little muffling for the location we are in, and I appreciate the thoughtfulness.

"There. Don't you taste good, my good girl? And now I know you won't scream so loudly when I make you cum. Are you ready to cum?" he whispers into my ear.

Oh God, am I ready to cum! I nod and make a moaning sound with a muffled "please sir."

He moves his left hand to my breast and moves his right hand down to my ass. As he traces the curve of my ass, he says, "You know your ass is so beautiful. I love the curve. I love the softness. I love your body. You are so sexy."

I love that he talks to me during sex. It helps stop me from forming thoughts or thinking. I just stay in the moment. I love to hear what he is thinking and how much he desires me. It makes me feel sexy and wanted. I can tell by how he speaks, how his breath catches, and what he is saying that I am the sexiest woman he has ever been with. I know that he has really enjoyed exploring some of the softer side of D/s with me. He desires me. He wants me. He craves me. It's all I have ever wanted.

Just as I am about to anticipate his touch on my pussy he moves to the other ass check, going up. Then he slowly moves his finger down my crack. I haven't experienced this yet, and I love it. I can feel when he reaches my asshole. He pauses a moment and pushes in. Then rubs around it. I didn't realize how sensitive I was there. I moan.

"Oh, no backdoor today, my girl. That will be for a very special time when we have a bed." He murmurs softly.

I don't know how he knows what I am thinking and what I desire, even when I don't know I desire it. This is why our chemistry is off the charts.

Then I feel it. His finger is starting to touch my hole. He dips it in slightly to get the wetness. He moves forward toward my clit. I love him doing this from behind. I arch my back and push into his finger.

"You are a hungry little girl, aren't you?"

I am. I want him. I want his dick. I want it in my mouth. My pussy is craving it. I start to moan more.

"Do you want to cum now, my dear?" he asks.

I still have my panties in my mouth, but I muster enough sounds to whisper, "Please, sir, make me cum. I want you."

He sticks his two fingers into my pussy hole. I almost cry out but keep myself calm. I want to enjoy it. It's been building, but I know he will build it a little higher. And he does not disappoint.

He starts to squeeze my nipple and pull it. While he is doing that, he is fingering me with his thumb on my clit. It starts to build more and more. I am pushing my ass into his fingers. I am moaning but softly. "Baby cum for me. Cum all over me." He says, giving me permission.

I obey. As his finger loses my nipple, he goes back to squeeze and pull it, his finger inside me, and his thumb starts to pick up speed, rubbing my clit. I can't hold it back. I arch even further, and I start to feel the rolls of waves wash over me. It starts in my pussy and moves up my back until my head falls backward. I let out a louder-than-intended moan of ecstasy. He keeps his fingers in and on my pussy but pulls the one from my breast to pat my head. As he leans into my body, he says, "Such a good girl. That was a big one, wasn't it? It's ok you screamed a little. I like to make you scream, baby. I love to feel your spasms as you cum. I love how your pussy squeezes my fingers and clings tightly to me. I know that you belong to me. You are mine. I can't wait to fuck you."

After he says that, he pulls his fingers away from my pussy. I hear him unbutton his pants and push them down. Then I feel him roughly grab my hips and pull them forward fast. I didn't realize how hard he was, and he dives into my pussy quickly.

Oh God, it felt so good.

"My God, baby, you are so tight and wet. I couldn't wait any longer. You feel so good." He says as he pushes deep inside me.

I know it won't take long for him to cum. Not enough time for me to rebuild, but I know it's his turn. He is rough and fast. Building and pushing in deeper. I love his hands on my hips, pulling me back as he thrusts into me over and over again.

I smile when I can start to tell he is about to burst. I can hear him moan a little. And then I can tell it's a thrust or two away. And as he pushes into me, I know he is going to cum. I can feel it burst out of his cock and into my pussy. I chuckle a little as he lets out more volume than I did when I came. He was horny. He was hot for me, and I know he wanted to make sure I came before he did.

As he starts to slow down his thrust, he pulls out. I feel like I lost a piece of me. It makes me sad until I hear him say, "Come clean me up."

I know what to do. I turn around and see him start to sit down on his chair. I can feel his cum dripping from my pussy, traveling down my thigh. I love that feeling. It makes me feel like I belong to him.

I walk slowly toward him with my bra and breasts exposed removing my panties from my mouth. I look at him. He is handsome with dark hair. John is younger than me by 6 years. He's a little taller than me, so I can still wear lower heels when I am around him. His build is normal; he has muscles but not bulky. And his blue eyes shine when he looks at me.

When I get to him, I lean over to his desk and put my panties into his top desk drawer, and tell him, "You'll have these to remember me by."

He smiles, then says, "I will always remember you."

Then I turn toward him and kneel in front of him, and he spreads his legs wide for me to fit inside them. I look him in the eye as I lower my mouth to his cock. I want him to watch me every moment as I move over his cock and wrap it into my mouth.

I have my hands on his thighs and deep-throat him. I want him to feel the back of my throat with his cock. I swallow a couple of times to see if he can feel it. His cock had started to grow when I put my mouth on him, but I can feel it continue to grow.

I slowly remove my lips, grazing his shaft as I lift up to suck gently on the tip and suck as I remove my mouth. Then I decide to lick each side of his dick like a lollipop. Starting from the base all the way up to the tip, making sure to lick up all of his cum and my wetness. I love the way we taste together.

Then I decide to clean his balls. I put my mouth around them and suck them in. At this, his breath catches. I know he loves to have his balls sucked. I start with the left and then gently move to the right ball and do the same thing. Finally, I lick all around his shaft, making sure to get every last drop of us.

John is so turned on. And frankly, so am I. I love how intimate we are with each other. It's like we are made for each other. At least sexually.

I can't help myself. I want to feel him inside of me. I have been craving this for a week. I need to have his dick inside my pussy. I decide that I will make it happen. I smile boldly at him as I start to rise from my kneeling position. I can tell he knows what I'm about to do.

My skirt is light and full, so it's easy for me to lift it, and I position myself just above him, hovering my pussy on his lap toward his cock. I keep eye contact with him the whole time, and I can see he is looking forward to what I'm about to do. Thankfully, his chair does not have armrests, so I can straddle him easily.

I slowly lower my hips down and use my hand to position his hard cock straight to my pussy. I start to circle my pussy around his cock, using my juiciness to lube up his cock that I just spent the last 5 mins cleaning. I don't care, and from the look on his face, he doesn't either.

Then I start to move his cock up and down my pussy. When his cock is at my pussy I lower myself slightly to penetrate the hole slightly. I find this so sexy, rubbing his cock on my pussy and teasing both of us. His breath catches again.

I continue to tease myself with his cock until I can't wait anymore. I want him. I need him. I need him inside of me. The next time his cock is at my hole, I slowly lower myself until I am fully seated on him and his cock is completely in me. I sigh in delight. This is what I have been wanting and waiting for.

This is just about me and my pleasure. I rock back and forth. I push myself up and down on his cock. I rub my clit up against him. I love being on top. I get to control the rhythm. I get to control the intensity. And my clit gets rubbed at the same time. I am so hot. This man turns me on so much. I start to pick up the pace as I notice the build-up starting in me.

John decides to start kissing me. Deep and sensually. His hands are in my hair, and he grabs a little at the back of my neck and pulls me back while holding my back with his other hand. Oh god, it's so delicious. He knows how to take care of me while I am working on my orgasm.

It's the hair pull that pushes me over the edge. I trust him so completely, and it radiates throughout my body anytime we have sex. I get to the top and fall over. It's exquisite. I let out a soft scream, then collapse on him.

He is still hard but lets me rest a moment. John whispers, "Baby you did so good. I love to watch you orgasm. You are so sexy. I love how much you let go with me."

I know I should not, but I do love this man. I also know he will hurt me someday. But for today, I will enjoy him and his cock.

I stand up slowly to remove his cock from my body. He moans when he comes out of me. "Aren't we going to let me cum again, Kate?"

"Of course, darling, but that will be in the car on the way to the café." And I smile at him as I start to pull up my sweater to cover my breasts and walk toward the door.

"Are you coming?" I laugh at my own joke.