Work Release

Over the past few days I have been watching you, observing you, and getting to know your every move.  I have noticed how tense you get when you have your hand on your shaft, stroking it wildly, right before climax.  The tiny sweat beads which flow effortlessly down your back as you pound away on your manhood, spending hours making sure you are fully satisfied.  I have come to know what you like and how you like it, all by sitting here, you completely unaware.  You think of her tight, wet twat as you add more lubrication for your enjoyment. 

This time is different.  Today we both have plans to help you reach your fullest potential.  I will come out of hiding, satisfying every desire you could have with this stranger and her at your full disposal.  I hope you will make all of this secrecy worth my while. 

The soft leather executive’s chair turns easily as you sit down to send a message.  Your fingers are a little stiff from the chill of the outdoors so you rub your hands together in a feeble attempt to warm them.  “Damn, where is she?” you say out loud watching your computer screen.  She had promised you she would be online waiting for you so you could talk because she said she had something very important to say to you.  You are hoping she will be letting you know she has decided that online sex isn’t creepy.  Just thinking about it flushes your face and the front of your black dress pants begins to strain. 

You reach up and loosen the silk necktie which has a noose-like grip on your neck.  “She should have been on here by now,” you say to yourself.  You decide to give her a few more minutes so you take this opportunity to get some things you know you will need if she says yes to you.  As you gather the essentials you pass right by me and not notice me standing in the shadows.  You are so focused on her you fail to see me slip past you and to the chair in front of the computer.  I send her a message letting her know I am ready and erase any evidence that I used your messenger.  I leave the chair just as you step back into the hall.

You walk into the room and see the chair still spinning slightly.  The thought crosses your mind that someone is in here with you as you glance around the room but you dismiss it as part of your desire for her tight pussy wrapped around your rock hard cock.  This thought strains the fabric of your pants.  You just want to finger her clit until she screams but she said she couldn’t cum over.  This is what led to the suggestion of internet sex. 

You lay your wares on the desk next to the computer and hope this time she is on here.  You have resigned yourself to the fact that if she isn’t on here you will have to find another way of pleasuring yourself.  Maybe you’ll just visit one of those chat sites, pick some random woman like you have before, and you both enjoy an evening of watching each other pleasure yourselves as you discuss what you would be doing to each other if you we together in person.  

You reach up and loosen the tie again and this time I decide to speak up.  “Do you need any help with that?” I say as I walk across the floor in my bare feet.  You go to turn around and I stop you dead in your tracks.  You notice you have a message from her and I tell you to go ahead and read it. “Take off your tie and let her tie you to the chair.”  You do as she says as I slowly cross the floor of the room.   

Standing behind the chair, I lean over and whisper in your ear, “Trust me I’m not going to hurt you.”  I nibble on your ear and begin to work my way around your neck.  Reaching the first button on the long sleeve starch white shirt, I grab it between my teeth and give it a gentle tug, setting it free.  As I work my way from button to button down across your abdomen in the same fashion, we hear a loud dinging noise and you let out a quiet gasp.

She has invited us to join her in a video conversation.  “Go ahead and accept.  I think she’ll like this show,” I say as you lean forward and accept her invitation.  On the computer screen is her, sitting in a soft black leather chair with padded arms, her pale complexion accentuated by the darkness of the fabric.  She has blonde hair twisted in an up-do, green eyes like the grass on a summers day, and her lips are full and moist from the lashing her tongue gave it.  She is dress in a dress suit as she appears to have just gotten home from a long day at the office.  I bet no one would guess that she really worked as a stripper at a club on the Upper East Side.

Not to worry though she can see us too.  You in your white shirt undone to your waist, your dark complexion made darker by the brilliance of the shirt.  Your shoulder length wavy black hair is a mess from where you ran your fingers through it in frustration at her. 

She can also see me on her screen.   The site of my light complexion against the deep purple of my demi cup corset and matching thong, and knowing she can use us as she seem to find suitable to her liking have her hands wondering over every lovely curve of her tight body.   She can’t wait to see us in action.          

I take your tie and use it to hold one of your arms down, tying your left arm to the chair handle.  “You can use your free hand as you wish as long as you only touch yourself,” she smirks, knowing this will drive you mad as she can see by the big top in your pants that you want me very badly. 

With your shirt undone, I nibble down your chest and across your abdomen tickling your stomach with the gently touch of my lips.  Reaching the waistband of your pants, I undo the only button securing them around your waist.  I don’t use my fingers though, I use my teeth, leaving a lipstick mark on your trousers, a little souvenir to remember this time by.  Once the button is undone, I use my teeth to slowly unzip your pants.  You can hardly contain yourself as you reach for my hair.  “Don’t even think about it.  You can’t touch her, you can only touch yourself,” she says reading your mind as she always does. 

Instead of grabbing my hair like you wanted to you reach into your pants and take your manhood firmly in your hand, releasing it from its prison.  Looking up at the screen you see she has taken her shirt and bra off and is stroking her nipples with her fingers, making them erect.  You love her breasts, they are perky and perfectly round.  The first time you met her you thought they weren’t real but she showed you just how real they were that night, the night you fucked her in the back room at the club.  She was bent over trying to undo her stiletto when you walked in that night.  Her ass was right there and you made your move.  She said she had never been fucked like that before and you have been giving her rides every night since. 

In the background we can hear a buzzing noise.  She has pulled out her vibrator and she rubs it across her nipples.  “In the left drawer of the desk, there is one for you as well,” she tells me and I find the vibrator for me in the drawer.  “You will mirror everything I do and do nothing more unless you are directed.”  She takes the vibrator and runs it down the length of her stomach and I follow her precisely.  The vibrator tingles my skin, causing it to react.  While I enjoy the sensations of the vibrator you being stroking your rock hard cock, using your pre cum as a means to moisten it so it feels more like your fucking me.

“Get down on your knees in front of him, take his cock and gently kiss it. Then stroke alongside his hand at whatever pace he finds comfortable,” she demands and I do what she says.  The carpeting is soft on my knees as I am before you, taking your manhood in my hands, putting the tip to my lips, kissing it gently.  As I pull away a drop of cum stays with my lips as I begin to stroke you keeping your pace. 

Licking the droplet from my lips, your excitement can hardly be contained as you speed your pace and my hands follow.  “Suck his cock,” commanding from the sidelines.  You are watching her as she has taken her full sized vibrator from her drawer and put it to her lips.  I take you fully into my mouth and you tense, grabbing my hair in your fist. 

“I said not to touch her.  Let go of her,” she orders.  You release the grip you have on my hair, putting your hand back on the arm of the chair and she continues,” Faster, take him all the way in your mouth.  I don’t want to see a single inch of his cock.”  I do as she has ordered and can feel you trying to thrust yourself farther in.  I work my magic on your member and just as you begin to tense, a sure sign you’re about to cum, she demands that I stop.

As your cock falls from my lips a tiny spray of cum hits my cheek.  I look up at you as you stare at the screen, waiting for her next command, cock throbbing from it’s need of release.  She smirks as she watches your manhood throb away, swaying in an imaginary breeze. 

“Now I want you to rub your cock against her clit through her panties, do not enter her or this will all be over.”  I stand in front of you opening my legs so you can see how moist I already am at the thought of your member being anywhere near my pussy.  Straddling your legs, my arms around your shoulders, I begin to ride your lap as if you were in me yet your cock never enters my pussy.  I can feel you adding to my moistness and this excites me. 

“Untie his arm now, I want his hands free.”  I do as I am ordered, untying your arm, releasing it from its bind.  “Take a taste, and tell me what she tastes like.”  She takes her own fingers and tastes her sweet juices as you sample mine.  You can feel my pulsing clit through the wet material between my thighs.  You want to do more and go farther but you know she is waiting for your answer.  “Sweetness, like drinking rosewater,” you answer her before she grows angry.

“Get off him and remove your panties,” she said showing that she felt your touch was a little long.  I stood there in front of you, facing the screen, my ass at the level of your face.  This is the first time I’ve seen her since we began and looking into her eyes I can see she is enjoying watching us, ordering us to do her sexual bidding.  I loop my fingers around the thin straps that support my thong across my hips and slowly, almost teasingly, I bend over in front of you, my ass and bare pussy in your face. 

“Stop right there,” she says to me, my ass and dripping wetness in your face, hands at my ankles.  “Eat her out, slowly,” she demands.  You lean forward in the chair and I can feel your warm breath on my flesh.  

“You can touch her.”  With these simple words your grab my hips and I hear you take a deep breath.  Your fingers find their way through the folds as you spread them apart looking into my pussy, seeing my clit, throbbing in its own juices. 

Your tongue, soft yet rough, tickles my clit, exciting me.  I push myself back into your face, wanting to fuck every inch of your face, your tongue penetrating deeply into my pussy.  I let out a loud moan as you lap at every inch you can reach, flicking and rubbing until the first wave of climax cums crashing onto your face.  She can see the juices shining on your face when you come up for air.  “Stop, now,” she orders, angry, seeing that we are enjoying ourselves too much without her. 

“Kneel in front of him again, and you stand.  This is your chance, so take it.  Fuck her tits, I know you’ve wanted to since the moment you first laid eyes on her.”  You do as she commands, unhooking my corset, grabbing my boobs and giving them a squeeze, push them together, nipples hard as rocks in the palms of your hands. 

You grab the lube from off the desk and squeeze the strawberry smelling lube on my chest.  “Mmmm, strawberry is my favorite,” I say as you push your cock between the mounds of flesh.  You love the feel of using my boobs as a pussy, growing even more excited as your ride them harder and squeeze them tighter.  “I’m going to cum,” you say out loud and she doesn’t stop you.  You cum, sending your juices all over my face, neck and boobs, coating them in glistening goodness, and making a mess of my corset.

 “Clean that up, lick yourself clean,” she orders me and I do as she says.  I let my corset fall from my shoulders, landing on my calves.  “How does he taste?” she wants to know.  As my hand wipes my face clean, I lick my hand and I continue gathering up your moistness until my mouth is full.  I take your juices, swish them around in my mouth as if they were a fine wine and say, “He tastes wonderful.  I would love it if I could have more.”  You hand me a moist towel to clean up what is left.  I notice you are still hard after all of the excitement and release.  I can’t wait to take you, lover.

“You will have your chance later. I want you to turn around and ride him, cowboy style.”  I turn and spread my legs, for the first time you have seen the small patch of hair that frames my pussy lips.  The hair is damp from all the excitement and as I take my position over your legs, I let it brush against your leg, leaving a trail of wetness.  You can’t help but grow in excitement as you anticipate that same moistness engulfing your rock hard cock.  

The tip of your cock brushes my juices as its tip enters my folds.  I tease as I refuse to go any farther down on you.  We both look up at the screen and she has taken her purple vibrator and has rammed it in her twat.  She is now moaning wildly as she uses the vibrator in one hand and with the other is fondling and tugging on her nipples.  This excites both of us as I slam down on your cock, taking all of you in.  I begin bouncing up and down changing pace every few strokes to keep you excited and guessing. 

You take your nails and run them down my back, breaking my skin, causing me to bleed.  Craving the taste of my blood, you lap up the tiny droplets from my back.  Needing more, you lean me back and have me take a bite of the back of my neck.  You feel me moistening further, seeing that I like the way that makes me feel.

Still bouncing on your member, I reach my point of climax, grasping your cock from the inside, and screaming out your name at the same time she has reached her climax and called out your name.  She covers her hand with her juices and this gets you excited.  You begin shoving me down on your cock as hard as you can, enjoying the screams that erupt from me with every pounding. 

You are almost to the point of climax and scream out, “Ohhh, God, I’m going to cum.”  Knowing that she will be angry with you if you make your deposit within me, you pull out of my tight pussy and shove me from your lap.  I hit the floor on my knees as you jump up out of the chair. 

In one swift moment, you grab the back of my hair and force your cock into my mouth, just in time.  As your cock hits my throat you burst, sending the first wave down my throat.  I pull back a little as the second wave shoots into my mouth.  You stroke my hair as you continue to have smaller eruptions until you have relinquished every drop. 

After you have finished, I fondle your spent balls as I gently bob on your member until every drop of cum is cleaned from your cock.  “Get dressed and get out,” she said as she was getting dress herself.  You sat there watching me dress, hooking my corset and finding the rest of the clothes I had left in the closet. 

The next time we looked at the screen, she was gone.  You knew that it was only a matter of time before she was here so you began helping me dress.  My skirt, which barely covered my ass, was not pulled all the way down, showing my missing piece of clothes.  “Where is your thong?” you said looking around the room for the tiny piece of fabric that normally covered my pussy, now dripping with my juices.  “I want you to have them, as a reminder of our time together.  Smell them whenever you want to think of me,” I said as I reached the door to the room.  I hurried through the house, reaching the front door as I was finishing putting myself back together, you following close behind me.

Just as I reached for the doorknob you grabbed my wrist, tugging me to you.  “I will.  When can I see you again?” you ask as you hold me close.  “Only in your dreams,” I respond as I wiggle free of your grip, kissing you on the cheek before I disappear through the open doorway. 

You take the panties from your pocket, where you placed them after I said you could keep them, and put them to your nose.  Taking a deep whiff, you grow hard again and retreat to the computer room to relive the past on the video you made without me noticing.  “I will remember you always,” you say to yourself as you watch us over again, stroking your member with my satin thong.

 

This post is dedicated to Mr. S. Here’s to all the good times we have had and the good times yet to cum.

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