I wrote this story about a year ago. I was relating a dream I had to a lady I was talking to. For the benefit of the trolls, it is fictional, although I'd love to make it a reality...on with the story...
"Tropical Salons. May I help you?"
I'm caught off guard.
"Oh. Hi. How's your day?" I ask in a sort of a nervous, breathy tone.
"It just got better," you reply.
I was caught by surprise because you don't answer the phone. Normally your receptionist answers the phone. You're the owner of Tropical Salons,a beauty, tanning, and massage salon.
"Mine too! Where's Stephanie?"
"She's taking a long lunch. She needed to pick something up at the mall or something. It's slow and it's Friday, so I told her to go ahead."
"Damn! I'm right up the road and was gonna pick you up for lunch." I say with disappointment.
"I ordered Chinese. I'm sorry, baby. I'll make it up to you tonight. Let's go for barbeque for dinner." You offer, knowing my weakness for Southern barbeque.
"Deal. Guess I'll go back to work. See you in a lil while, baby. Love you...hey! Where's everyone else?"
"No clients scheduled for today, and since it's raining, I don't expect many walk-ins. You know how my ladies hate it when the humidity is so high."
"Ok. Well...see ya soon. Love you."
"Love you, too, doll." You always know just what to say.
You are sitting behind your desk. You're not concerned with not being in the reception area. You set the alarm system to beep if the front door opens. There is paperwork to get caught up on. Your Kung Pao Chicken sits beside your keyboard, along with a small bag of fried wontons and a can of Coke.
"BEEP BEEP!" The door.
"Dammit!" You say, under your breath. You really need to get caught up. Putting down your fork, you push your chair away from your desk and stand up. It's a bit of a struggle, as your jeans are tight on your ass. It's Casual Friday, hence the change from your normal dress of a skirt or dress slacks. Expecting to find a client waiting at the front desk, you round your desk, headed for the hallway. When you get to your office door, you're startled.
"Woah woah! Where ya goin'?" Your head is looking at the floor when we meet. I catch you as you start to fall backward.
"Wha...what are you doin' here?" You manage, as I hold you tight to my chest.
"I haven't had lunch yet, and, since you're eatin' alone I figured I'd join you. Got enough for two?" I'm only half serious about eatin' Chinese.
"Well, I suppo..."
When your mouth opens, my mouth meets yours. My tongue slides quickly past your lips, meeting yours. Our lips instantly engage in a passionate dance, our tongues twirling around the 'dance floor'. A light moan tries, in vain, to escape your lips. Instead, it turns into a throaty groan. My hands have found your ass, squeezing both cheeks hard at first, softening and rolling each in my hands. I start forward, and you back, toward you desk.
"Stephanie will be back soon." You whisper, as I break our kiss to nibble on your ear lobe.
"The door will beep," I whisper into the ear that I'm biting. Your objection was momentary and futile. I pull up on your ass. You, instinctively, give a little jump and wrap your legs around my waist. Biting your neck now, I carry you to your desk, sitting you on the edge, legs still wrapped. You have one arm around my shoulder. Your other hand runs through my hair as my biting turns to sucking and licking on your neck where your jaw meets your ear. I'm skilled at locating your 'hot spots'.
Knowing that our time is short and wanting to get to business quickly, my right hand finds your left breast, squeezing it lightly. My left hand found its way up the back of your t-shirt, making a slow, soft tracing of your spine upward, then to your left shoulder. You lean back just far enough to release the pressure on your shirt, allowing my hand to slide your sleeve down to your elbow. One arm freed, my other hand frees your other arm, sliding your shirt over your head, revealing your black lace bra. My hands immediately cup both of your breasts, your nipples hardening more than they already have. One thumb slides under the wire beneath each breast, pulling outward and upward. The soft, yet firm flesh of your breasts fall, my hands moving quickly to catch them. With the roll of a thumb over each nipple, a moan escapes your lips into my neck.
"Stop?" I ask, not really caring what your answer is.
You whisper, "You better not."
A forefinger joins each thumb. I know that pinching your nipples will start your juices flowing, if they haven't already.
Your hands have found the button on my jeans and easily open my pants, pulling one side. ZIP! A soft touch slides into my pants, on top of my shorts, across the bulge.
"Mmmm. Do you like it?" I ask, already knowing the answer.
Another whispered answer, "Yes."
"Do you want it?"
"Mmmhmmm."
In one motion you drop off the desk to your knees and pull my jeans over my ass. Fingers curled over the top of my shorts, looking up at me with that 'what do we have here' look, you pull my shorts away from my skin. While starting to pull my shorts downward, you kiss the head of my penis through the fabric. Already rock hard, my cock springs from my shorts as you pull them down. Skillfully, you catch it in your mouth, licking the underside of the tip.
"Ohhhh, wow!" Are the only words I can muster while your mouth slides down my shaft. Your tongue traces the underside of my cock until, to my awesome pleasure, I feel your tongue on my balls. The feeling of my cock hitting the back of your throat is almost enough to make me unload instantly. The sensation I feel when you swallow with my cock buried in your mouth, I have to clench my belly to keep from cumming. I try to pull my cock out of your warm mouth, but you pull me back in. Your arms wrapped, hands clenched at my ass, I can't get away. Your head moves to just below the head of my cock and stops. You know just where my 'spot' is. Sucking, then biting on the underside, just below the head, you moan into my cock. The vibrations from your moaning is all I can handle, not to mention the furious motions of your hands on my shaft.
"I don't wanna cum there," I moan. I pull your head away from my cock. "Come here, baby," I whisper. As I help you back to your feet, I plunge my tongue into your mouth.
"MMMM!" We moan into each others mouths. Then, my hands firmly on your hips, I turn you around. As I press my engorged cock against your ass, I pull your jeans and panties over your perfectly shaped ass. I pause for just a second or two to admire what is certainly the most beautiful ass in all of creation. I push gently between your shoulders, bending you across your desk. Then, not being able to stop myself, I drop to my knees.
As I spread your cheeks, I can tell that you are already warm and wet. The sweet aroma of your juices is alluring. My tongue traces downward, I stop briefly at your ass, rimming lightly. I'm tantalized by the clenching of your cheeks when my tongue tickles your ass. I can almost feel your rosebud squeeze my tongue. Continuing downward, I can taste a hint of your juice. It must have oozed from your vagina and down toward your ass when I was carrying you. Finally, my tongue plunges into your waiting vagina. It's wide open because of your position. My tongue dives in as far as I can get it. Tongue thrusting in and out, sucking your pussy. Your nectar is flowing nicely.
"MMMMM," I hear as I tongue fuck your pussy, just as I had been doing to your mouth a few minutes ago. You start to grind your pussy into my face.
The tongue tracing of your pussy continues, along your lips, looking for your clit. You groan into your desk when I find it. I kiss your clit and flick my tongue across it.
You moan loudly again, telling me that you're going to cum. I push a finger inside, sucking your clit. I feel you start to spasm. You're shaking now, I keep pressure on your clit. I hold it there, to let the wave of your orgasm reach all over. You're laid face down on your desk, shaking. With my finger still inside your vagina, I place a finger on your clit to maintain your pleasure.
"AHHHH!" You finally scream while taking your first breath since starting your orgasm.
Standing behind you now, fingers still inside, I position my cock to touch your ass. I know it excites you, because you arch your back in anticipation of a rear entry.
"Not today, my sweet," I say, sliding my cock downward. My rock hard penis hits your vaginal opening and you start to convulse again, another wave of orgasm overcomes you at the mere touch of my cock. As you shake from your orgasm, my cock slides down your pussy. Back up, and back down, hitting your clit with each stroke. You're still shaking when I stop my cock at your oozing hole. I place a firm hand on each of your hips and pull you toward me. In one smooth invasion, I push all the way inside you, causing you to gasp. I stop there to let you catch your breath.
A few seconds later, I pull back and push in to you again, harder this time. This time you scream in ecstasy, grasping the sides of the desk. I can feel your essence surrounding my rigid member. Another thrust has you begging.
"FUCK ME, DAMMIT!"
I unleash a barrage of attacks on your juice filled pussy. We're both moaning with euphoria. Your wetness has covered my balls now, too. Your pussy muscles tighten, I can feel your orgasm starting. Hard, deep plunges bring you to the brink of cumming. I can tell because you're screaming it...with me.
"I'M CUUUUUUUMING!" We scream in unison.
Your pussy is now as tight as I've ever felt it, my cock as big and hard as you've ever felt, and our cumming as intense as it's ever been. Your back arches, my back arches. My cock throbs and pulses inside you as I fill you with my hot load. Your pussy nearly crushes my penis with frenzied convulsive eruptions. We collapse in a heap on your desk, both of us out of breath.
When we have both recovered, you squirm out from under me.
"Stephanie will be back any minute! Get dressed!" You exclaim.
In a flash, we are dressed. I kiss you softly and tell you that I'll see you after work to finish what we've started.
I walk out of your office and down the hall, toward the front door. As I cross the reception area, I hear it.
"Hi, Steve."
It was Stephanie. She was sitting behind the reception desk, half grin, half smirk on her face.
"How are you today?" She asks with a sarcastic tone.
"Oh! Hi, Steph. Ms. Peach said you were out to lunch. When did you get back?"
"About 20 minutes ago."
Jaw drop...
