The Promise Pt. 02

"That's it..." she cooed at me, fondling my dick through my boxers now. "Doesn't that feel good?"

I was trapped. It DID feel good. But more than that there's no way I could just get up and leave with her dad on the call- he'd hear the door. He'd come back in and see her under the desk and...

Oh god. She was taking my cock out and now we were touching flesh to flesh. Her hands were so warm, gently fondling me from my tip to my balls until I was fully erect.

This was bad. Even if she was right before and looking was one thing... this was definitely another thing. But- it had been so long since a woman had touched me like this. And I hadn't invited it. It wasn't my fault. And- and there's no reason Emily had to know, I reasoned.

Gently I started to thrust against her hand.

No, what was I doing? She DID have to know. I had promised her. I had promised that I wouldn't- ahh, but Jesus I needed this. It had been so long. And this expert little cocktease knew what she was doing.

I tried to quiet my breath. I saw no way out of this except...

Her hands pulled away. I had to bite my lip hard to keep from groaning. No, you can't stop now. You can't leave me like this, I thought furiously.

But her warm hands were replaced by... her hot breath. And suddenly I felt a tiny tongue licking the tip of my dick like an ice cream cone. Oh god yes. I closed my eyes as she licked me up and down getting me nice and wet. With her father in the next room! What a naughty slut.

She wrapped a hand around my shaft and wrapped her lips around my throbbing cockhead. I imagined what her lovely pink lips must look like now with my thick cock between them. She slid her lips down as far as she could go and back, pumping my shaft with her hand as she went up and down...

Yes... no going back, I had to cum. She brought this on herself and now she would have to finish it. I thrust my cock deep into her mouth and felt her muffled moan. She moved her hand out of the way so I could push almost to the back of her throat.

Reaching under the desk I grabbed her head with both hands to hold her still and started to fuck her face in earnest. So she wanted to be a little cockwhore? I'd make her my cockwhore. She moaned and squirmed but I held her still. I could hear her father yakking away on the phone as I filled her mouth with my cock. It was about my pleasure now. About using her to get off. I thrust faster. I doubled the speed by pulling her back and forth on my dick as I thrust away.

This was going to be a big one. Months of dissatisfaction building up to this.

It was so hard not to make a sound as I erupted into her mouth. I didn't stop thrusting as I emptied my balls into her throat shot after shot. She was squealing. But she swallowed it all.

I took a few moments to catch my breath before releasing her. I could hear her breathing hard as well under the desk. I leaned back in my chair and took in the incredible endorphin rush. I felt relaxed for the first time in months. I felt free. I felt like a part of myself I had lost had come back to me.

I tuned in to my boss's office. Sounded like he was still heavily engrossed in his call.

Reaching under my desk I zipped up my fly and redid my belt buckled. I scoot my chair back and peered under my desk. I couldn't help but grin at Gracy's flushed face and disheveled hair. What a perfect picture.

"You better go meet your friends," I said softly.

She nodded and crawled out for under the desk on her hands and knees and quickly tried to put herself together. First, she found her purse on the floor and reapplied some pink lipstick, smoothed out her hair, and then she tossed her fur back over her shoulders.

I took her figure in one more time as she walked out of the room. Those swaying hips, that big beautiful butt. I couldn't wait to see more of her... but it would have to wait until next time.

"Go on," I whispered.

"But I'm still horny," she whined.

"Then go home and rub your pussy for me."

She grinned wickedly and flipped me off. And as she disappeared into the elevator, I couldn't help but wonder where this boldness had come from, and why I didn't feel more guilty. It was as if something of my younger self had returned, of who I used to be before my marriage. A more powerful person. It could be just a temporary illusion caused by a rush of endorphins. Only time could tell. But I knew there was no going back now that I had started down this path...

I brought my hands to my face and sniffed. I could smell her perfume on them. Better remember to wash my hands before I went home...

I leaned back in my chair. My boss could take as much time now on the call as he wanted. I was no longer in any hurry to be anywhere but here.