Chapter 74 – Afternoon office delight

With both Darnell and me trying to be quiet, I can hear every little thing. The snick of Darnell’s belt opening. The ratcheting of his zipper as I pull it down. The slip of his pants and underwear rubbing against his skin as I slide them down his thighs. Even the quiet woosh of air from his cock springing free. On top of these narrations of my own motions, I can hear the quiet reserved breaths Darnell is making and can tell he’s looking down toward where I kneel. I can hear my heart pounding in my chest and my own clenched breathing.

Between giving Mal his many hand jobs and the more intimate moments with Darnell, I know one thing in my heart of hearts. If I stop moving, I’ll freeze. I already feel that freezing part of my brain shouting, screaming, crying out that this is wrong. That I shouldn’t be doing this. That friendship and even my own well-being isn’t worth this willful and voluntary feminine act. As I lick my palm and wrap my hand around Darnell’s girth, I can feel that part of my mind stilling my body, making my arm stiffen and jerk instead of gliding along Darnell’s velvety shaft. Knowing what’s coming next that part of my soul goes into overdrive, bracing my neck and arching my back to pull my face away even as it pushes out my tits and flexes the curve of my ass resting on my heels. But as my hand continues its long journey from the fuzzy base to the shiny crown of Darnell’s impressive cock, I focus on the moment. I try to forget my past, forget what I want my future to be, forget my own history, and instead concentrate on the now.

As I adjust my weight, I can feel my satiny stockings rubbing against each other. They’re wrapped tight around my smooth shapely long legs. I can feel the air move over that smooth hairless gap between my stocking tops and my taut skirt. My ass pushes out the skirt, round, full, and still jiggly and warm to the touch. My narrow waist is pulled in even tighter with its mini corset and form fitting silk blouse, curving up to my lacy bra holding my large sensitive swaying breasts. I can taste my creamy lipstick and lipgloss. I can smell my flowery perfume but under it I can smell the dozen other feminine scents like hair spray, conditioner, cosmetics, soaps, and lotions. I feel my long hair pulling on my scalp and tickling over my ears, neck, and back. And even as I lick my other hand and start corkscrewing both around Darnell, I can feel the weight and length of my long painted nails making my hands even more delicate then they normally are.

No past. No future. Just now. And right now, I’m a beautiful, sexy, desirable woman. I’m with a man who lusts after me and wants my attentions. And with that in my mind, a spotlight on it outshining anything else in my life, I lean in and give a kiss with my wet pouty lips to the very tip of Darnell’s cock. I don’t back away though and instead lean in, rubbing the tip of Darnell’s cock across my lips, letting him feel their puffiness, their fullness. I add to it as only that sexy desirable woman could by humming and moaning and mewling out the pleasure that she… that I feel.

Tilting Darnell’s shaft upward I lean in and stick my tongue out until I feel the kinky hairs on his full hanging balls. I silently thank the darkness as I’m not sure I could accomplish this if I had to see what I was doing. Instead, I can leave my eyes open and let them be filled with darkness as I lick and lap at Darnell’s balls and stroke his length above my face. Without considering what the action would be like, only knowing that I’ve seen it in movies and read about it in stories, I lap my way around one of Darnell’s balls and open wide, sucking it into my mouth.

Before I can even comprehend my own sensations, I’m rewarded by a low guttural grown from above me. Darnell’s approval. Darnell’s pleasure. MY man’s pleasure. I feel the various textures rub over my tongue, his pubic hair, the soft squishy skin of his scrotum, the fullness and weight of his testicle. I can’t do much with it as frankly, it’s too large to move around in my mouth. Instead, I simply suckle on it as I pull back. Darnell’s skin stretches a bit until it springs free from my lips with a satisfying POP.

Instead of repeating the action on Darnell’s other ball, I start slowly kissing my way up his shaft. I don’t make a straight line with my lips, instead curving and weaving around, kissing the underside and sides of his shaft with equal evident eagerness. Each press of my lips gets me closer to the end and I make sure my hands continue their motion, opening and slipping their way free of my mouth on each pass.

When I reach Darnell’s cock head, I press my lips on that little magic spot where his shaft connects with his head. That smooth underside that I know from personal experience is oh so sensitive. And I know now from both sides of this action just how sensitive it is, as I not only hear Darnell call out, muffled by his own hand over his mouth, “Oh Fuck!” but feel his body quake with pleasure.

I initially only intended to make a brief stop here, a kiss and a lick, before moving on to the main event. But with as sensitive as it is, with as quick as I want this act to be, I instead stay and focus on this area. I switch up my techniques, kissing, pressing my lips, licking, even rubbing it over my teeth. And I can feel it’s effectiveness as even in the two times I’ve had Darnell in my mouth, I haven’t yet felt him get this hard. This big. I’m sure that if I stayed here and continued this, I could make him cum with nothing more.

For a moment my actions slow down. My hands practically freeze as I kiss at Darnell’s sensitive underside while my defenses fail. My past comes screaming in, demanding that I stop. Unbelieving that I’m not only performing these acts but am taking pride in them. Am even taking my own pleasure from it. If nothing happened to snap me out of that moment, I’d probably have failed in my task. But amazingly, I have Mal to thank for my ultimate success.

As I start to completely freeze up, a sharp buzzing lights my nipples on fire. It may have only been minutes since they last vibrated against my skin, but the nipple stimulators still feel like they’re brand new, making me jerk and mewl in surprised and almost overwhelming, pleasure. And as I start my torso moving again, start my tits shaking back and forth as if hypnotized by the snake in my hands, I feel Darnell reach down and rub my cheek gently. As he brushes the hair over my ear I hear his voice float down, “I know baby, I wish we had more time too.”

It takes actual effort to not giggle at that. Of course he thinks I’m as into this as much as he is! Taking advantage of the extra support, I **** my past back into the recesses of my mind and focus the light of my attention back on the here and now. As any good lover should I hum my approval while leaning back a bit and tilting Darnell’s cock down. Sticking out my tongue I’m amazed that I lined it up right as his cockhead lands directly on it’s intended wet landing pad. Moving forward I let out another hum as I open wide and fill my mouth with Darnell. I purse my lips as I continue to move forward, making sure only the wet insides rub along his shaft. When I feel his cockhead fully in my mouth I flex and stretch my tongue against it, giving it even more internal sensation at that sensitive spot.

I know from our last time together in the theater that I can go deep with Darnell. That I can pull him in until my nose brushes up against his pubic hair and his cockhead is being massaged by my throat. But while even I’m curious about the effectiveness of that, I remember reading in Playboy once that professional sex workers focus on the end of a man’s cock. That no matter how tight and warm their throat may be, their lips and tongues are better, more skilled, and ultimately more pleasure inducing.

So, I focus here. I let only an inch or two of Darnell’s length move into my mouth, but I never stop moving. My hands cover all the ground my mouth isn’t, rubbing, stroking, squeezing. When my tongue isn’t massaging the underside of his cockhead, my lips are suckling and dragging along the end of his shaft and his head. When he’s not in my mouth, I’m actively kissing and suckling along those same areas. Back and forth, in and out, top and bottom, kiss and suck, I just keep going. And soon enough I’m rewarded by Darnell’s lewd outburst, but still gentlemanly warning, “Fuck, I’m gonna cum!”

Opening wide again I wrap my lips around Darnell’s cockhead, letting my lips massage that magic spot while my tongue plays with the end of his cock. It takes only a second or two before I feel Darnell’s hand grip the side of my head and feel him start to shoot hot jets of cum into my mouth. I feel that I could stop now, stop my lips massaging, stop my voice humming, stop my tongue licking, stop my hands rubbing, and Darnell would still finish off with a wonderful orgasm. But that’s not the sexy bimbo secretary that I am in this moment, and I keep up all of those actions, keep my man moaning and shaking as he feeds me load after load of his hot sticky cum.

Eventually, after he stops shooting, after he stops dribbling, after I stop sucking the remaining cum from Darnell’s balls, I swallow the remainder down and pull free of his already softening cock. Darnell’s hand starts brushing through my hair as he starts breathing again. I don’t let him go, however, as we’re not in some area where we can get clean. No wet washcloths, no wetwipes, not even any facial tissues. Instead, there’s only one tool to get Darnell clean and make sure he doesn’t soil his underwear.

While I don’t necessarily take my time, I still make sure I’m thorough in cleaning Darnell’s cock with my tongue and lips. Only when I feel that little jerk from his shaft do I stop, wanting him as clean as possible but not wanting him to start to grow again. With him as clean as he’s going to get, I gently pull up his underwear and pants, before scootching back and giving him room to tuck in his own shirt and finish getting dressed. While Darnell attends to himself, I lean back enough to balance on my heels before pushing myself up to standing.

I can feel myself returning to normal as I wonder if I’d ever had that level of balance and leg strength to move from my toes and knees up to standing while wearing spikey stilettos and without anything to hold on to. I let myself wonder about that instead of the fact that I swallowed a load of cum from a big, tall, athletic, black man who thinks that I love doing that. Another load of cum from him.

When I’m up and can still hear Darnell primping himself, I move to the back of the stationary closet. I’d wondered why the mirror was hung on the wall back here and especially why there was a little LED light next to it, but now it made sense. We certainly weren’t the first to break this room in evidently. With the light, mirror, and the little tube of lipstick I keep on me, I touch up my makeup enough so that I wouldn’t be questioned between here and my desk where the rest of my cosmetics are. After I’m satisfied and I brush my fingers through my hair, I snap the little light off and feel my way back to Darnell.

When he feels my hand brush over his chest, Darnell pulls me into a hug, rubbing my back and my ass up and down sensually. I feel him pause after a moment and ask quietly, “That was amazing Paris. I can’t tell you how great it is that you love doing that. But… what are you carrying?”

I give Darnell a quick punch in his gut, probably harder than I needed to if I just wanted to be funny, and answer, “A ream of paper. When I walk out of here it should look like I was in here for a reason, right? And while I make my way back to my desk, you’ll stay in here for a couple minutes before you walk out with this.”

I hand Darnell a box of pencils. I’d seen him taking notes before and knew he always used those Blackwing 602s, but him getting normal pencils from the closet wouldn’t arouse suspicions from anybody. I hear him fiddle with the box and then pull me in and place a kiss on my forehead whispering in my ear “That’s my girl… so smart!”

I try not to bristle as I hear sarcasm in Darnell’s voice, but maybe he’s not completely wrong to doubt my intelligence… I let out a quiet yelp as the nipple stimulators turn on again. I thank God that Darnell can’t see me as I start to jiggle my tits again while sliding past him, “Just wait here…”

Once I feel the door, I take a deep breath and head out as if I was inside just to get this ream of paper and not to blow ‘my man’. I can’t even skulk about what I’ve done as Trixie does her best to not squeal as she rushes over to me. Once her arm is entwined with mine, we walk together toward my desk. She sounds practically giddy, “I knew getting you and Darnell together was a good idea! Did I tell you he lasts longer after you’ve blown him? It’s like serendipitous… he gets sucked, you get to suck, and I get to be fucked properly!”