She hung her head maybe a minute or so into her foray into self-fulfilling public debauchery, panting incessantly as if she had just crossed the finish line signifying the end of a great marathon. I clutched her tightly, shielding her from any potential onlookers as she did the deed, her soft body vibrating against my own. I took great care in relocating my other hand, leaving her thigh to shake and seize to its full potential, in order to help her accomplish the task that was laid out. She gasped when my thick fingers peeled her soaked panties aside even further, the deft digits joining her dainty fingers.
The intensity of her heat was unlike anything I had experienced before, the sweltering confines of her bottoms mimicking the atmosphere of a steamy rainforest. I placed my large hand over the back of her own, completely covering it beneath my palm, and together we began to massage and rub her swollen lips. The combined pressure of our fingers working in unison forced Ava to cover her mouth with her free hand, her teeth no longer capable of stonewalling the floodgates all on their own. Her half-lidded eyes disappeared behind a curtain of black and reddened hair as her head bowed as if in pious prayer, even though we couldn’t have been further from committing a saintly act.
“It’s time,” I whispered into her ear, giving her permission to finish the deed.
Her only response was an enthusiastic nodding of the head, incapable of opening her mouth lest she was willing to invite the entire restaurant to an impromptu oratory examination of her boundless lust. Our conjoined fingers moved with reckless abandon, swirling and diving within the slick folds of her lips, ravaging her poor clit which ached and throbbed with desire. Ava’s entire body began to rattle as if she had become possessed, before suddenly going limp as her joints locked up and the breath caught in her breast. I could feel the spasms hidden behind her hand as her core began to melt down, leaking the contents of her pussy in between our clenched knuckles. She sank her teeth into the back of her hand just to refrain from making a sound, whimpering through the pleasure and the pain as she continued wetting through her pajama pants.
Our waitress returned just as I was straightening up, having barely freed my hand from Ava’s pants as she joined us at the edge of the table. A fresh look of concern was plastered on her face as she studied the two of us sitting side by side, receiving a soft smile from me and a shoulder swaying punch-drunken stupor from Ava.
“Are you sure you’re ok sweetie?” she asked, taking a closer look at the woman who continued to leak all over the leather booth, her legs trembling against my own.
“It’s been a long night and she’s a little worn out, but she’ll be fine. We’ll take the check please.”
~~~
Bzzt, bzzt.
The notification drew my attention away from the news broadcast, my eyes swiveling down to the laptop perched atop the desk. It was an alert informing me the conference call was set to start in just a few minutes, one of several such messages I’d see throughout a typical workday. I clicked on the popup absentmindedly while my thoughts spiraled away to much more stimulating topics, such as the pot of coffee brewing in the kitchen or the salacious night spent with Ava in the diner a couple weeks back. Life had interfered and kept us apart immediately after our rendezvous as it typically did, but that didn’t stop us from catching up and reigniting the flame between us in the meantime whether through text or through pictures.
What initially began as a spark was swiftly kindled into a raging inferno which saw us dedicating more and more time to one another, until we’d spend entire days engrossed in one another as if nothing else existed but our mutual gratification. Some of the most depraved thoughts and fantasies resided within our shared text thread, locked away for a rainy day when we’d next get our hands on one another. I found myself scrolling through that very thread while waiting for the meeting to start, relishing the many pages of smut that saw us going back and forth to please one another. A recurring theme revolved around BDSM and our shared interest in diving deeper into that world, beyond the entry level of simple constraints and light punishment. It was a realm we had both lightly dabbled in once upon a time, but lately it was as if a flip was switched and our desire for something more tantalizing was greatly exacerbated.
The other managers on the call had begun talking at this point but their words were lost on me as I became more enveloped in my phone. It was all but impossible to keep Ava off my mind nowadays, and during working hours was no exception, paying no attention to the material that was being screen shared to my laptop in favor of her pictures on my phone. Just as I was scrolling back to our most recent interaction, which saw us sharing spicy BDSM videos with one another, a new message from Ava appeared:
I got the day off work. Can I come over?
I wasted no time in responding, fingers tapping away with a smirk on my face:
well since you asked so nicely…
I can ask not so nicely if you prefer.
you know how I like it
With me begging on my knees?
get here quickly and you can grovel at my feet during my meeting
I’m on my way.
I placed the phone down on the desk and peered at the laptop screen, watching as a presentation regarding district staffing levels began to play for the third time in as many weeks. Work-related issues couldn’t have been any further from my mind though as the anticipation of Ava’s arrival had already begun to climb. I busied myself with fetching the cup of coffee that had waited patiently for me in the kitchen, fixing a tall mug that I could sip on throughout the remainder of the dull meeting. That same staffing level presentation greeted me as I returned to my office chair, only this time being conducted by a different manager. I began to rummage through the drawers in my desk, paying no mind to the discussion regarding weekly quotas and monthly metrics, the incessant milquetoast droning falling on deaf ears.
A knock at the door sometime later snapped me out of the PowerPoint induced stupor and in walked Ava, appearing at the threshold of my office with a large grin painted on her face. The tension between us was palpable even through text, but up close and after having not seen each other for weeks, the pressure was suffocating. She was on me before I could rise from my chair, clambering onto my lap with her mouth crashing into my own. My hands instinctively clutched her ass to support her while our tongues danced violently, searching for air down one another’s throat. She groaned into my mouth when I nibbled on her tongue, but the heavy slap on her ass that followed earned me a hushed moan that stalled her in her tracks.
I took that opportunity to relocate a hand to her throat while someone on the laptop began explaining the year-to-date turnover numbers for our branch. The words were ignored by the two of us as I set about exploring Ava’s neck next with my teeth, once again sinking my incisors into her flesh. She writhed upon my lap, a garbled moan barely escaping her crushed throat while my tongue traced a particularly juicy vein. Her fingers dug into my legs, hooking herself to my body so she could eagerly receive whatever it was that I had in store for her. I nibbled and licked up and down her neck and collarbone, tasting her for minutes on end while she rocked back and forth across my thighs, grinding her groin against the erection that tented my sweatpants. I withdrew the hand constricting her neck so she could take in fresh air, and I fished my cock out of my pants, allowing her to see it in person for the first time in what seemed like years.
“You did this to me,” I said matter-of-factly.
“Sorry but not sorry,” Ava responded, a cheshire grin twisting within her lips as she eyed my erection.
“What are you waiting for, an invitation? Take your pants off.”
“Make me,” she replied simply, defiantly.
My hand shot up to the back of her head to clench a fistful of her hair, before yanking upon it to arch her neck until her eyes were on the ceiling. The sudden movement caused her heart to skip a beat judging by the trepidation that burrowed into her chest, the rise and fall of her breast altered and erratic than from before. Her excitement was palpable, nearly physical, her entire body rigid and hot to the touch. She was getting off from the way I treated her and we hadn’t even begun.
“Now, be a good girl and take your pants off,” I said too calmly, a sinister undertone clinging to my words.
Ava obeyed silently, finding her footing and standing from my lap, allowing my hand to fall away from her head. She dutifully removed her pants, unraveling her leggings and tossing them aside, revealing a soaked through black thong underneath. I gave her a stirring motion with my other index finger and she slowly pirouetted on the spot, offering me a 360° view of her lower half. I stroked my throbbing erection as I examined her nearly nude nether region, silky smooth curves devoid of blemish and hair alike, ready and willing to be used for my pleasure. She was already immensely aroused, moisture coating her thighs, the sweet aroma more than intoxicating at this distance.
Her eyes fell upon my swollen member and she bit her lip, seemingly envisioning her lower half’s impending demise.
“Holy fuck, it’s so big,” she murmured absentmindedly while reaching out to grasp it, slender fingers struggling to encircle me completely.
“Have a seat Ava,” I said calmly, looking down at her small hand moving up and down my shaft.
She spun on the spot and faced the desk, where she had a clear view of a dozen or so people who were engaging in the meeting that I had ignored all morning. She reached back and slowly peeled her useless thong to the side, the material so dense with fluid that it clung to her skin and stubbornly participated in being sidelined. But eventually she bared herself to me, exposing her innermost treasures in such a depraved, uncouth manner. Arousal flowed freely from her flower, sliding down her thighs and dripping onto the carpet beneath her. She turned her head ever so slightly and looked back at me while holding her underwear to the side, her eyes ablaze with such raw hunger it caused me to stiffen beyond belief.
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