" so, tell me about yourself, Claire Inmobilis." I say placidly to the person I'm about to interview sadly my mind is slightly plodding along elsewhere. It's hot as balls in here to think I work for such a respected company and yet, they can't fix the goddamned air-conditioning. The girl however, she's an attractant to my attention She has auburn, shoulder-length hair kept in check by a cute hair band. She's got light brown eyes which almost shy themselves into a corruptible scarlet It's also cute how she can't meet my eyes too well ~
"Eh? Well err I have a degree in Finance, I went to the University of New York, and I'm hard-working or so I'm told..." The girl stumbles over her words like uneven stairs, and manages to keep a youthful smile on her lips Her body is slender, curvy at her hips; she's got a modestly sized chest and the face of an angel. I wonder if she gets hounded for dates. She must! She's young, intelligent, and desirable! Suddenly, her face colors a gentle fuchsia and her eyes become heart-shatteringly shy. I then realize I'm ogling her.
I attempt to regain my composure and seriousness. "Well then I feel I've neglected to introduce myself. My name is Iolanthe Apertus. It's a pleasure, Claire. Also, it states here that you're only 23. Why not enjoy your youth for awhile instead of picking up a career so soon?" I honestly almost don't believe a girl this young is applying for a job with a fully developed company. She also has a very nice résumé. Straight A's throughout high school, and she did excellent in college.
With some of her facial shading gone, she picks her gaze away from the floor and directed them respectfully back at me. "Well it's better to create a stable life than to wait, right? To be completely candid with you Ms. Apertus, you don't look much older than me " I like this girl responsible. Cute too.
I ask her a slow torrent of other questions while I eye her up and down. Just looking at her brings out my animalistic instinct. Seeing the opening in her shirt makes me want to rip it from her body along with her underwear, and throw her up against the wall Ah, fantasy is a fun thing to have. She's probably going to be the only interesting person in this building anyway. I know I'm the manager, but Christ why does everyone have to be so dull ? But professionally, I'm sold.
"You have yourself a job, Claire."
While this simple sentence escapes, her eyes flood with ecstatic energy which brings more beauty to her character. She stands up abruptly, unable to hold in her delight. "Oh, thank you Ms. Apertus!"
"None needed. And call me Iolanthe. You're a bit too happy for stingy formalities." I show her a small smile to put her at ease, and to welcome her.
After quite a number of thank-yous, she leaves fuck, she's adorable.
After clearing some paperwork the central office needed done, I sit at my desk, bored, still oppressed by this ungodly heat I swear the devil would have a stroke However, I find myself to be a bit longing it's been quite awhile since I've had an orgasm. My left hand saunters down to my skirt, and deftly finds its way underneath the thin fabric of my thong. I drag only one finger against me, sending small quakes throughout my system. I repeat this process, while my body does small things to cope with it such as biting my lip or pushing into the back of my chair After each stroke, I rub my clitoris with little mercy. I wouldn't want to bring myself to orgasm yet. I slide two fingers within, and they're welcomed by soft warmth is the heat getting to me this badly? My knuckles sway to and fro lazily until
Shit! Claire's just walking in I throw myself close to my desk; keeping my legs concealed entirely my hand is still moving I can't stop
Claire trots before me with a refreshing face, alight with happiness. "The central office also needs you to sign for these forms, Ms. Apertus." I thank god for ambidexterity and quickly sign for whatever damned paper needed. However, she doesn't leave she's staring.
"Are you alright, Ms. Apertus? You look a bit red in the face "
"A-! Err- no. I'm completely fine. J-Just the heat of summer getting to me. And call me Iolanthe."
Oh my god... it feels even better with her looking at me my fingers are now attacking my switch, and I feel the end coming near can't stop I can feel my entire body getting rapidly hotter. My natural moisture is dripping down my leg meanwhile, she stares Claire, why do you seduce me with that gaze ? I can't look at you like this, but it feels so fucking good ~
"Well, alright then." With that, she's gone
I can't get her out of my head now !! I close my eyes and let my mind off its leash and let it run without abandon. I'm holding her down on my bed, locked deep into a French kiss. She's kissing my back, surrendering her body to me, accepting anything that'll do to her. My hands dexterously make their way into her clothing, groping, rubbing, and pinching and in response her back arches and magnetizing to me, feeding my hunger.
Another flash of imagination is shown to me, my two fingers half-buried into her unused vagina, attacking her everywhere while retaining a back and forth motion. She's grabbing my hair, my clothes and screaming my name
"Iolanthe ~!! Ms. Apertus!! More!! Oh, God, MORE!"
With my free right hand clasped up to my mouth, I breathe my command out that I want " say my name "
All at once, an orgasm echoes throughout my system, causing a tiny scream to be eaten up by the safe and mute area of my hand My muscles relax, while a few remained constricted around my fingers I've made a mess of myself. And I can't believe I just masturbated while thinking of a co-worker unforgivable!
Felt great though
After months of working with Claire, she demonstrated that she wasn't only true to her word, but met my expectations. She's a joy to be associated with, total eye-candy to brighten up my usual bored mood, and she gets her work done not only within prompt timing, but well. I still haven't forgotten about masturbating while talking to her either nor have I forgiven myself.
I've also confirmed that I want her. I want her bad. Then there's my problem. I'm her employer. It'd be wrong of me to do that and it's not like I can randomly ask her to belong to me as a girlfriend. I doubt she even swings my way. Sitting in my office, I stare out my floor-to-ceiling windows, wondering what to do about this when I hear three bashful knocks.
Speak of the devil.
"Come in, Claire." I know what I'll do.
I stand from my comfortable chair and turn around to see my dark office flooding with light from outside and in the passageway of light, stands my interest dressed in a black skirt and a short-sleeved dress shirt. She's holding a few papers to her chest it's inviting me to grab hold and kiss them, ever so tender. Her skin is illuminated, making her really look like a denizen of ethereal origin. Her perfectly innocent, flawless face I want to make turn red. I want her small voice calling out my name, screaming my name. I want her so much.
"Claire, is there anybody still here? Seems quiet." I ask, whilst leaned up against my desk in a lax fashion.
She shakes her head. "Everyone's gone home."
I advance a few steps closer.
"You know Claire, I've wondered since I met you two months ago, do you have a boyfriend?"
Her curiously oblivious face floods with red again, and a plethora of stammers and false-starts on sentences rolls forth.
"A-A b-boyfriend? No I've never had one "
I walk in front of her, giving her a nonchalant look, not letting her into my thoughts, or my intentions.
"You've truly made this building much more enjoyable to work in Claire I thank you for that but I ask you to forgive me for this."
With a finalizing step forward, I have this innocent-looking vixen on her back, mated by the wall and my lips locked tightly onto hers. My hands intertwine to their designated targets and hold them to the nearest surface, and my chest clings to the modest chest I once undressed with my eyes. All I hear is her body hitting the wall, the papers falling out of her hand, and the small yelp she made. It's hard to hold back I even shivered a little.
Her lips are so soft to kiss like holding my lips against the petals of a rose in the midst of spring my absolute favorite season. Her scent is heavenly. The aroma of the cleanliness from her clothing and a light shroud of perfume like a shark smelling blood. I pull away and wait for her to call me a rapist
but nothing. Claire stares at me, wide-eyed, blushing with hot intensity, remaining silent. I can feel a shiver flow through her slender figure. She pleads to me with the sexiest face, which remains innocent. "M-More please, keep going."
I can't keep myself under control anymore.
I rip through shirt and bra like rice paper and indulge myself in her intoxicating scent it's making my pussy wet. I delve into her immediately; delivering kisses to her neck sometimes even letting her name slip my lips in a low hiss. I move progressively down her torso to her shapely breasts, very perky, no sag or blemish at all. Her nipples invite me with their bright pink color. I take one last look up at Claire, making sure she's not unsure she's biting her lip and watching me, obviously about to lose it like I am. No going back, Claire. I hope you know that.
I shower her chest in kisses in nibbles, and give her nipples special attention with my tongue, sometimes just gliding over them interchangeably and other times swirling them underneath the softness of my tongue. As I ravage her body, she lets out the tiniest of yelps, only egging me on. Claire has such an adorable voice adorable everything.
I finish my work on her chest and hastily escort her to my desk, sit her down and get through to her panties. They're a solid black with an electric blue lacing my favorite colors. I only strip them off to leave them dangling from her left, tasty-looking thigh. For a moment, I rub my hands along her thighs, and feel her tremble while she looks at me nervously; I give her a devious smile I love that face, Claire. Don't ever change it.
I venture up her skirt to find her sacred Eden, looking tight, well-shaved, and chaste. I give her a wholesome lick upward and feel tremors in her body once more my index finger revolves around her clit, while I barely slide my tongue into her delicious tasting pussy.
"O-Oh a-ahh "
I freeze for a moment her gentle moans make me hungry to hear more. I begin spoiling her from there, invading her insides with my tongue and finger interchangeably, hitting all of the spots I usually love and to reward me, her moans roll out more frequently, and louder it's so pleasing.
When I know she's about to hit her limit, I give her an order before assaulting her in a more avid fashion, bound to bring her over the edge.
"Scream my name!"
With her voice hitting a shrill, but so fucking pleasing crescendo, she climaxes, gracing me with her cum salty, but I detected sweetness I glance up at her illuminated profile, panting, and her face flushed deeply that expression delicious.
" but we're not done yet, Claire. ~"
I sweep her off of the desk and onto her knees in front of me, while I recline back into my chair. With a spread of my legs I reveal my thong to her. "Now, you'll please me."
Like a moth to a flame, she's drawn to me. She strips off my underwear without hesitation or problem, and she's immediately off to work. Her tongue flicks my clit rapidly while she invades my insides with her two fingers, and nearly bringing me to orgasm with just that. My head is instinctively thrown back while my eyes are covered by the darkness of my eyelids she's so good at this I couldn't believe she's done this before could she?
Unable to retain a complete thought while amidst my sensual bliss, I moan out her name in small breaths along with some other things, while my legs slowly spread out.
"C-Claire more you're doing quite well "
My back is curving at such an angle; I'm not touching the back of my chair anymore. My toes have curled up into a ball within my comfortable shoes while my fingers dig into my armrests How in the hell is she so good at eating me out ? She knows my sensitive spots better than I do
She goes in deeper with her fingers and hits my g-spot deftly, while she hits me with yet another assault of licks I can't hold on
"Claire !! Claire~!! ♥"
After my great climax, my body remains now relaxed in the chair, still experiencing small convulsions I glance down past my chest rising and falling due to its heightened breath intake to see Claire, a bit wet at the face, and showing me a small smile Oh god, I just had an orgasm, don't show me that cute face
After gathering our clothing and composing ourselves, we lock up the office and I stand beside her, about to leave. Her gaze is directed at the ground, and her face is in flames. She doesn't seem like the type to do such things often, if at all. I begin walking to my car
"I'll see you tomorrow, Claire. ~"
I stride off with a dark chuckle Remember this laugh, Claire. I hope it echoes through your mind.
The season has gotten to the point where mornings are much too thermogenic agh. This is why I prefer spring. While valiantly fighting off the heat, I type up a progress report for the Central Office, but my hands stop moving periodically The only other thing on my mind is Claire. I wonder if she'll be able to look me in the eye the same way. I kind of pushed her into that yesterday... Hm.
After the dry task of the progress report, I send it off and let my head hit my desk heat its hot IT'S TOO DAMN HOT... A shift of my head reveals the cute clock I bought which reads: 10:49. I can hear the door opening
I bolt upright, and resume my professional look, and see Claire peeking in the door, obviously conflicted on whether she should enter or not. It's so funny how she can make me smile like that.
"C'mon Claire, there's no point in hiding like that. ~"
She shuts the door behind her and slowly approaches my desk, avoiding my eyes as always.
"Go-Good Morning, Ms. Apertus "
"I told you can call me Iolanthe. Is there something wrong Claire?"
Her face blossoms with color yet again, her eyes nervously seek a haven away from my stare, and her hair is starting to come forward near her eyes ngh.
"W-Well regarding what happened last night what would you say err "
She admirably picks her eyes up of the ground to look at me.
"What is my relation to you now ?"
"What do you mean?" I ask, kind of wanting to her more of her stuttering.
"W-What I mean to say is would you be my girlfriend Iolanthe?" her voice has been reduced the squeak of a mouse
Yesterday? I thought she'd interpret it as most girls her age would. Just another escapade that she'd discuss with her peers years from now when they're sharing embarrassing stories. I didn't think she'd want to actually be tied to me like that. She seems like a schoolgirl who just had her first kiss. Is she really THIS inexperienced? Or maybe that's just her charm. I wonder. Should I? This could complicate things. I'm her boss. Is there any rule against this? Well probably not. Who cares?
"I I wouldn't mind that at all, Claire. ~"
I stand from my desk, and get a bit closer; eyeing her shy demeanor... she's staring at me now, probably in shock that I said yes. Her face is still flooded with red Oh, Claire. I take her hand, intertwining our fingers and bring her close to me.
"Here's to happiness, Claire. ~"
I kiss her softly, while keeping in my arms, but her body doesn't need to be told. She clings to me gladly.
I realize that I've forgotten about the nagging heat
Maybe this isn't such a bad idea.
We traded contact information, and at the end of my work day, I'm descending the modest flight of stairs leading up to the entrance The evening is uncomfortably torrid; I can already feel a daring bead of sweat rolling down my back
I turn to see my new object of affection, smiling at me. The evening sun graces her face with such desirable resplendence, I'm stunned. She approaches me with an unwavering look in her brown eyes and her rose petal lips graze my cheek.
"Thank you for today. It means a lot to me. "
Without another word, she begins her way to her car, on her way home
Saturday. My day of well-deserved rest. I usually sleep in until my body decides it's time to pick myself up. My pillow is soft and my sheets keep me wrapped in a soft caress I even fight off the heat with my trust weapon of Air Conditioning. Heheh, I truly love my condo.
My harmonious rest is disturbed by my cell phone I don't have an alarm set for today, nor do I have to do anything. I have a text message it seems I grab it from my nightstand, input the pattern and see that it's a text message from Claire
"Good Morning, Iolanthe. ^ u ^
I was wondering if you'd like to get some coffee with me~?
I know a small café I think you'd like "
Emoticons I don't usually see them. I mean yeah, I have a few friends that use them, but I shoot her back a text saying:
"Alright. ~ Just let me get out of bed."
"AAH!? You were sleeping?! Oh, I'm sorry...! ; A ;
here's the address, but you can go back to sleep if you'd like "
"You're so fucking cute, Claire. ~♥"
Her last message:
" o///n///o "
After slipping into some ordinary black jeans and my favorite shirt, I head out to the café which is surprisingly close to my house walking distance, in fact. I'm still somehow, someway beat there by Claire, who gives me a small wave over to the 2-person table the place smells of mocha. It's actually very nice. Serene.
While I sip on my black tea, my eyes absorb Claire's casual image a dark blue skirt and buttoned up shirt simple. But, it truly makes my eyes wander about her body what's up that skirt, and what color her underwear is After mindlessly ogling her, we strike conversation on the most trivial of things, co-workers, things we like, things we dislike, and I've come to find out that we have a lot in common.
She even shares my affinity for video games but I'll keep that a secret from her for now. Our conversation drifts into me asking:
"I'm actually curious. How much experience do you have with dating, Claire?"
She drinks innocently from a straw and answers:
"None." With the cutest look in her eye.
"R-really? But how? You're an attractive young girl, I'm sure some person's asked you out before "
She leans back into her chair and closes her eyes
"Back in High School I was asked out a couple of times, but I turned them down. I didn't really like anyone. Not in college either. I guess I was too absorbed in my studies ?"
I speak without thinking "I feel kinda bad now "
Immediately, Claire dissolves into panic and waves her hands dismissively. "O-Oh no! It's not that I didn't want to be with you it's just I didn't expect you to come after me like that "
An evil grin spreads out unconsciously about my lips. "So you wanted me then? Even before what happened. I'm kind of flattered, and surprised that a good girl like yourself would lust after her own boss of the same sex too."
An untimely blush appears on her cheeks while a weak laughter escapes. "W-Well I didn't really like men."
This triggers another question
"Claire how are you so good at sex? You've never dated anyone, but " This time I feel my face flush scarlet. She was rather good at it
Her coloring becomes deeper while she stares downward, now a Claire trademark.
"N-Not so loud ! And I actually have a bad habit with porn I only watch yuri-related things; I also tend to masturbate a lot "
That has got be the biggest shock I will ever hear from her " . Pervert. I knew you were deep down. ~ Heheheh."
This causes her nerves to fray and the most adorable pout to be placed upon her face. "H-hey! Mmmnnnffff ."
"Hahaha~! Well, I suppose I'll be teaching you things about relationships, dating, and sex then, won't I? With a woman's touch of course. ~"
"I look forward to it ~"
Her gaze is now glued to the floor, and her face has become red as Mars. Delicious
After finishing our time at the café, we scurry off to the local strip mall, and admittedly, I come here whenever I feel bored. It's not the greatest of malls, but it's always got something interesting. Somehow, she kept me there and in stores for a total of 7 hours. How? I have no idea. Time flies when you're having fun, I guess. Was this a date?
"Well, I'm going to head home now, Claire." I give her a parting kiss upon her lips and begin my trek home
to have her grab onto my sleeve, and stare at the ground.
"I-I could drive you home if you'd like m-maybe I could even stay a bit."
Claire, you know that if you walk into my house, I won't let you leave until the next morning. Nor will it be a quiet night. My demon inside me is jumping up and down and clapping its hands the grin from before has returned in full force.
The door of my condominium shuts. As I hear the door absolutely connect with the wall, I flip the lock and rather abrasively slam Claire up against the wall, and clash our lips together For some reason, something about her drives me to dominant her. In harmonious reply, her tongue snakes into my mouth, as if predicting what I'm going to the next. While small moans pass back in forth while our intense making out goes on. My hands magnetize to her chest, groping without mercy and as my reward, I can feel her shuddering underneath my caress. There's nothing that provokes me more
My hand graduates from her delicious breasts to slide up her thigh and this grants me with more shivers. Her thighs seem to be a weakness She finally pulls away from me hurriedly, to smile and plead to me with her face now carrying the shade of passion. Her voice is wracked with breath, carrying the scent of vanilla
"Why don't we go to your bedroom, Iolanthe...? Much more comfortable there, rather than here "
Obstinately complying with her wishes, we make our way to my bedroom, and I manage to keep my animalistic urges under control for a matter of very long seconds
As we arrive in my room, I forget the door and push my toy onto my bed, and abuse her with my eyes, observing every inch of her body She lays reserved upon my sheets, looking up at me she knows that I'm enjoying her image I'm not satisfied with this image anymore.
I approach directly and rip through the buttons keeping her temple of a body hidden away As I expected, her chest is secured by a bra, which comes undone at the power of my hands. Her breasts are now victim of my predatory stare, and her eyes almost look fearful. Her innocence is overwhelming. I want to lose myself to this eating feeling
After a calm moment, I strip her of her panties taking care to keep her skirt on. Clothed sex has always been one of my fetishes again, I kiss her passionately while my finger goes to work on her sacred place, rubbing in a hurried circle, then penetrating inside to glide about her walls and hit that one weak point to bring every woman to her knees. Oh my god ~ her scent is intoxicating I can hear her gentle moans begin to disquiet themselves and become more heard Her yelps of pleasure are making me so wet
Before long, Claire's back arches to rub herself against me in such a fashion that's making me shiver. Her voice hit a high, satisfying note and I can feel her cum with my finger still within her Eden, wet with her own holy water. I end our kiss and look down at her beautiful face, contorted with the pleasure I've given her.
Within no time at all, Claire dauntlessly recovers her composure and begins to strip me. She gets me out of my shirt and bra swiftly and delivers a torrent of kisses to my breasts, allowing me to let out a few moans of my own Her pure eyes look up at me
"Your moans are cute, y'know ~ "
My face flushes a deep red this time... I'm starting to sweat now. Feeling her body heat combined with my own is actually getting to be a bit sensual Her hand slides into my jeans and rubs my clit lazily while still directing her tongue's attention to my nipples, alternating between them. She's even begun to give soft bites here and there. She's learning my turn-ons one by one
" Oh, fucking god, Claire more "
We're eventually both naked, embracing each other upon my bed one hand busy fingering the other while our moans are muffled yet again by another hot kiss. Everything about her is immaculate her slender hips, lengthy fingers, supple ass, and angelic voice The best part is knowing that it's mine.
We break from each other and shift into our next position, interlocking our legs and bring ourselves together. Like a perfect mechanism, our hips grind against each other and with each movement convulsions ripple through us, and yet another moan escaped into the humid air. Eventually, too much of this sexual euphoria get to be too much. ~
"Iolanthe !! I can't anymore! I-I can't hold on!!"
"G-go ahead baby cum with me ♥"
After our sweaty sex, we curl up together underneath the sheets and doze off into pleasant dreams.
Day breaks and the sun rise above the horizon, bringing forth light through my window bright enough to disturb my rest. My eyes adjust to the light and Claire comes into vision. Sleeping like I thought she would be. Hard. Her slow breaths and expression are really cute though That's right. She's only 23 I don't think I ever told her how old I am. I guess it doesn't matter to her.
Her face slowly begins to awake, as if she's being poked by something like a sleeping cat. Her eyes look up into my very being and she greets "Good Morning Iolanthe. ~ It's a really wonderful feeling to wake up in your arms like this " She really has a way to play my heartstrings like a harp
"Claire, stop being cute. You're getting me all wet again."
Afterward, we get some breakfast at the same café as the day before she eats rather modestly, then again so do I. I don't have a very large stomach. After splitting the bill
"I'll see you later, Iolanthe and thank you for letting me stay the night." She quickly kisses my cheek and is off about business huh. I feel like an 8-year-old girl after a slumber party and her friends have gone home. Lonely.
At least it feels cool outside this morning
Back inside the office. Back in the imprisonment of heat With all of my work for the day done, and with it still being rather early, I stare out the window for awhile lately, I can't keep my mind off of Claire. I also feel a slight twinge down there I'm such a shameless person I couldn't say that I love her. I like having her around, and lusting after her is more than satisfying however, I feel like I'm using her. It's actually been quite awhile since I had thought about such trivial things.
"AGH. I'm bored now "
Perhaps I'll call Claire in here.
Within no time at all, Claire has reported to my office, not carrying anything in hand. She happily trots over to my desk, dressed in a small skirt white skirt and black blouse. I think I was meant to tell her to change, but who cares? She looks like a little present. ~
"You needed me Iolanthe?" her voice is cheery like a tiny bell, echoing into my boredom, and annihilating it, and replaces it with something new. Want. Lust. Desire. She just lights me up like London.
Her face colors ever so slightly "It's like every time you call me in here, it's for some sort of sexual deviancy "
That reminds me. I never told her
"Hey. You know, one day while I was talking to you in here, I was masturbating at the same time. Felt so good. ~"
Her face colors with intensity now. She stubbornly looks the other way trying to hide that fact. "Is that so ?" If my watchful eye doesn't deceive me, I detect a tremble about her tasty looking thighs
"And I'm wearing lacy panties today. I want you to come take them off of me, Claire. ~"
Watching her keep her urges under control gets me excited
"G-Gah you've gotten really good so fast at eating me out, Claire." She's working with diligence, hitting all the right spots with a mixed assailment of her fingers and tongue. She has the cutest look on her face. A look of shy obedience. I love it. My little slave oh, that sounds kinky Just as my fun begins to reach an end, three abrupt knocks frightens me.
"Miss Apertus? I need you to-"
AGH. ~ I don't want to come down from this sexual high this also gives me an idea
With lightning-speed movement, Claire is gone from sight. She'll eat me out from underneath my desk Hot so damned hot
"Yes, John? W-what is it that you need?" I say sweetly, ignoring the obvious heat resonating with my cheeks.
Yes, Claire keep going that feels amazing !!
While I hold a stilled face, I can see out of the periphery of my eye, she's beginning to pleasure herself as well. Claire, you're going to make me fucking lose it Her blitzkrieg of licks hasn't stopped, but increased with frequency. My back curves away from the back of my chair, and my toes curl up. I keep up the conversation with John, replying as I usually would, relishing the thought of being caught. What's this called? Exhibitionism ? I can feel my absolute limit approaching like a storm, but I have to keep my mind of the subject being discussed with John
"W-well no. I sent the necessary reports to the Centr Central Office awhile ago mn "
Claire's soft lips are teasing me now; sensual kisses, and her longest finger entering me, to hit my G-Spot without quarter, then giving me a short moment of rest. Claire, you teaseee
"Well, John, I'll make sure to r-re-send the reports tonight. Th-Thank you for telling me."
"Ms, Aperture, you seem unwell. Are you alright? Is it the weather? You could be getting a stroke."
Oh, you don't even know
He leans closer at my face, observing me closely. This is much too erotic I'm a mess down there I can feel my natural moisture rolling down my thigh also being caressed by Claire from time to time
"Yes, John I'm not feeling well I'll be leaving shortly, so if you could excuse me for awhile "
"Yes, Ms. Inmobilis." And he's gone.
"Are you enjoying yourself Claire? That'll be enough "
I roll myself away from my desk, and drink in Claire's submissive image on her knees, obviously longing for more of my taste and the lustiest look in her shrouded eyes.
"Get back to work, Claire. I'm not feeling well. I'll be heading home now. ~"
Before she can object, I gather my things, and shuffle out the door, to my car dripping in between the legs. Hot damn, Claire.
Situated in my living room, showered and watching television when I hear an expected knock at the door. What seems to be a giggle escapes my mouth, while I open up the door to see Claire, my lover. As soon as she sees me, her eyes quickly yield and then bashfully look at me, dressed in only my comfortable pj's.
"Good evening, Claire. ~ Didn't think you'd come by tonight, or I would've have gotten dressed. Uhuhuhu "
"Well I think you look cute in your pj's, Iolanthe "
I turn away from my door and begin walking back to my bedroom "I'd rather look sexy in nothing, Claire. ~"
Within no time at all, I have Claire beneath me, without any garment hiding her resplendent features. For a moment, I let my eyes wander my prey before digging in. Her breasts are modest, but perky and voluptuous Lower, I look at her sacred place, already wet and waiting for me. Her legs are shaking her eyes are looking away at the wall, a pout upon her lips and her face is lightly flushed. She's like a beautiful painting
As if fed up with waiting in quiet anticipation; she looks adamantly into my eyes, which catches me by surprise.
"Are you going to fuck me, or are you just going to stare at me, Iolanthe?"
Defiance it's so good.
"I'll wait for you to make the first move, Claire."
Her pout deepens.
"Fine then "
With newfound strength, Claire has turned me over, mated my back to the bed, and kissed me with such fiery indecent passion. I love it. My lewd hands move on pure instinct and grope her heavenly ass while she eagerly slips her hands up my pj shirt to fondle my chest, already attacking my nipples. I like the aggressive Claire. ~
A bit too soon, she pulls from me, proclaiming another bold statement. "Let's skip the foreplay this time." Ooooh. ~ Demanding.
She takes off my shirt and to my shock, binds my hands. Giving no objection, she gravitates to my lower regions, slips off my bottoms, and slowly spreads my legs but not before gliding her soft hands against my thighs. Why does that feel so good ? I wonder. My lovely co-worker delivers a gentle kiss to my clit which turns into abrasive sucking my body succumbs instantly
"A-AGH. Hey, don't be so rough like that " my voice creeps out through clenched teeth
Claire's eyes flash dangerously when they acknowledge what I've said
"I'll make the moves this time, Ms. Aperture. ~" her voice is seductive and dripping with sexy venom. My face gets rather heated and in suite, my entire body I REALLY like the more dominant Claire Inmobilis.
She returns to her work, delivering the same suction on my clit over and over, reaping the careless moans from my voice, and obviously she's enjoying it. Each time her lips abruptly release, my head is thrown back into the pillow, and my back curves greatly Perverted sounds arise from me steadily, mostly her name, in order to please her Meanwhile, her tongue meekly enters me, explores along my wall at first then, decides to end me. Her groggy rubbing become rampant and her tongue's movements follow in tune, just when I'm about to hit an earth-shattering orgasm, she retreats entirely.
I lay there, panting and my lewd outbursts finally quieted, and Claire, studying my wrecked state. Don't look at me like that you caused this.
"Why didn't you finish me ? It felt good great actually."
"Because I want to torture you, Ms. Aperture." Her voice slips out so casually while an attractively vile smile curves her rose petal lips. "I want to make you fucking scream. ~"
It's too much. It's WAY too much. I can't take it. She's too much for me now
"Do as you see fit then " I surrender my body to her, and bring my bound arms above my head, as a sign of resignation.
" good. ~"
She returns to my dripping pussy and resumes her onslaught while my body equally and oppositely reacts. Perturbing, how she can do this all of a sudden mind too blank to think straight before long she's brought me to my end.
"F-FUCK, CLAIRE !!"
While my body is gifted with the orgasm it so longed for, I scream completely let go of any sort of resistance I held. Claire looks up at me, appalled. My face blossoms an impossible crimson I can't believe I just did that I'm furious with myself
"Quite the mouth on you, Ms. Apertus."
She's exposed herself to me overhead in a 69-position, and is forcibly spreading my legs open once more for more. I stare at her moistened pussy, with the word "pristine" in mind, the only one I could even attempt to use to describe its perfection, with the same said for her entire being.
"Now, please me as I do to you, Iolanthe." Without further delay, she goes back to work on me, and giving a small stretch of myself, I begin eating her out to the best of my feeble ability. Her scent is aromatic and her taste is like the finest of wines While she plays with my libido like a toy, I realize I love this girl
"Claire. Untie me."
The bind comes off, and with our minds in perfect sync, her legs interlock with mine again and our hips force in opposing directions, grinding her up against me in the most sensual of ways scissoring with her is so good Our hands act as supports and our hips pivot and crush me against her, while our moans fill the room, and sweat rises from our pores. I hate the summer. But she brings me more heat I love it.
"Cl-Claire " my hands moves to my clit and moves in a hurried motion, bent on finishing me now. A smile graces her angel-like face and she does the same. Soon too much, gets to be too much.
"A-AAH !! AH!! Claaiiire~!!"
At the same time, our bodies fall to the bed, limp, tired, sweaty and worn out. I'll sleep well tonight
The next morning, I'm awoken by the sound of a faucet running. My blurred vision clears to show me that it's Claire in the bathroom, brushing her teeth and fully dressed in new clothes. She apparently came prepared. Oh right. Work. My eyes gravitate towards the clock, showing me I've got a fair chunk of time though.
After getting leisurely dressed, we head down to that café again for some morning coffee and well made toast neither of us have said anything. It's so peaceful. Just eating with her. I love Claire I don't want to break this serene silence between us though.
After finishing our breakfast, we pay the bill, and drive to work together. When arriving at the door, our steps are in time with one another's, my right hand in her left
"I really love you. A lot. ~"
"Eheheh. I love you too, Ms. Apertus."
"Ahahah. ~ "
It's a cool morning.