January 17, 2012 01:02pm
Quickie
Source: Through Adult Industry News
by: Eve Rhony
An Italian tourist approached the barmaid with the lunch menu and asked for a "quickie".
The barmaid replied "it's pronounced quiche."
The phone rang on my desk. I didn't recognize the extension number that flashed up.
"Eve speaking"
"Owen here..." a slight pause. "you got a moment?"
I checked my diary. Ninety minutes before my next client but two reports to finish, lunch to fit in and I needed some thinking time before the one o'clock appointment. By the sound of his voice, ten minutes would do it! "I can come now" I replaced the receiver and headed for the stairs. I knocked and walked in.
I didn't see him at first because he was right by the door, waiting to grab me, which he did. Closing and locking his door behind me without letting me go, he began smothering me with kisses, biting my neck a little. He was frantic, grasping at me hungrily, clumsily.
Before he could rip my clothes, I pushed him away enough to kick off my shoes and unbutton my blouse. Holding his gaze a moment before letting my eyes stray down to where his trousers strained.
"Get those off." I nodded at his pants and simultaneously completed my strip.
Completely naked, standing in his office, I felt exposed and vulnerable in a thrilling way. I could feel the nagging ache in my cunt and knew I was nicely wet. Owen dropped his trousers and boxer shorts and removed his tie.
"Keep the shirt on, and the ankle socks." I smiled, I liked the faintly ridiculous and desperate appearance of him like this.
Pushing him back to his chair, I knelt before him and took his erection into my mouth. Wrapping my lips firmly around his shaft I eased my mouth back and forth. With each stroke I pushed my throat deeper onto his cock. I fingered myself with a free hand and held my sticky fingers up to his face. He sniffed and kissed my fingertips letting out a soft groan. Hearing his hunger made me swallow him further.
"Stop" Owen sounded urgent. He had fumbled for a condom in his desk drawer and was tearing open the wrapper.
While he sheathed himself I made some room on the desk and popped myself up there, legs parted, cunt ready. Owen stood and entered me hurriedly, roughly. I gasped. A couple of thrusts and he was all the way in. He rammed home again and again. He seemed almost oblivious to me. I found it exciting. I clung on with my thighs and leaned back a little to give him a good view of his cock bouncing into my spread and juicy cunt. With one hand I steadied myself and with the other I strummed my clit, timing my arousal with his. I heard it first in his breath, then saw it in his jaw and neck. He was about to come.
"Go on, spunk up me" I urged..."Fill me up."
Owen trembled, his legs were straining, trying not to buckle. He leaned heavily on the desk as he shot his load into the waiting condom, growling deeply. Watching him use me and reach his climax so efficiently turned me on enormously and enabled me to come almost on demand. My clit pressed forcefully against his belly, grinding hard against his soft hairy belly, as he panted and slobbered above me. Mmmm!
Just as quickly as we'd caught our breath, we were dressing and laughing.
"Was that what you had in mind?" I smiled.
"Exactly" Owen was straightening his desk.
I was relieved and pleased that it was "business as usual". "See you" I winked and was gone.
A quick trip to the bathroom to wash my hands and face, tidy up and head back downstairs, nearly lunch, famished…!
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