I stare into the bottom of my coffee mug. Swirls of grounds and melted sugar. Kevin’s been ranting for twenty minutes. Some deep dive on corporate ethics, self-determination in mergers. Brilliant, but boring as hell.
Printer hums in the corner. Distant mouse clicks echo from the open space. Coffee stench mixes with his musky cologne. God, I’m crazy for him. ‘Hot Kevin,’ I text my girls. Tall, dark, gray eyes. Thick neck, mover’s shoulders, bodybuilder ripped. Swagger that screams fuck me.
The Building Tension
Glasses pile up. Third refill. He pauses, eyes lock on mine. Seeking approval. Smug.
“Talking’s good,” I say.
“But acting’s better,” he finishes.
“Fuck yeah.”
He checks the tab, pays discreet. Grabs my arm. We slip out, arms linked. Head to the conference room next door. Door clicks shut. Lock snaps.
He pins me against the wall. Kisses deep, slow. Shocked, thrilled. I pull him to the table. We crash down. Rolling, grinding. His mouth devours mine. Tongue invades, expert, hungry. Saliva mixes.
His hands trap my shoulders. Then roam. Up, down. Electric. Grabs tits, ass, belly, crotch. Rough, then soft. Everywhere. Feels like ten hands.
Clothes rip off. I’m naked on the table. Him fully dressed. Lips trail neck to tits. Apple-shaped, brown nipples hard, areolas tight. Sucks one, then the other. Bites, licks, teases. I moan loud. Pussy floods.
No guy’s tongue ever this good. Navels next. Tongue drills in. Goosebumps ripple arms.
Down to my mound. Legs spread wide. I usually say no to oral. Guys fumble. But not him. Hot, wet, open. Tongue flutters pubes, lips, clit.
Circles my swollen nub. Sucks it in. Nibbles. I scream. Waves crash. Head shakes. Eyes shut. Legs splay. Juices soak ass.
Chin grinds my hole. Deeper. Tongue spears vagina. Fucks like a cock. Hard, soft. Hits that spongy spot. G-spot ignites. Feels like pissing, but ecstasy explodes. Orgasms rip me. Body locks, spasms.
He laps dripping cum. Tongue slides lower. To my asshole.
First touch: chills. Pussy squirts. I lift hips, invite.
The Raw Explosion
Hands spread cheeks. Licks every inch slow. Teases ring. Contracts, relaxes.
Never touched there solo. So sensitive. Tongue probes folds. Pushes in.
Mouth suctions anus. Tongue fucks deep. Twists, probes walls. Like a pussy. I writhe, roar. Another orgasm. Anus gapes. Clit throbs.
Body arcs. Eternal cum. Squirts, screams. Collapses, shaking. Tears of joy.
Can’t move. Too sensitive.
“Break… please,” I gasp.
He smiles. Watches.
I recover. Kiss him. Taste myself, musky. Hands to his pants. Feel cock… nothing.
“Sorry,” he whispers. “No dick. Just tongue, fingers.”
Shock. “How… pee?”
“Little tube, like yours.”
Mind races. Wanted his cum in my mouth, ass. But he rocked me.
“You filled me,” I say. “Devil’s kiss?”
“Yeah. Analingus. My specialty.”
We embrace. Door unlock clicks. Adjust skirt. Wipe table. Back to meeting. Cool as ice. Heart pounds. Adrenaline high.