Arron has needs, gets herself off...

Sitting down in the chair in his office was the only real place he would be able to relax and have some solitude, though he was certain that the knowing looks from Cynthia as he walked in about 30 minutes late told him that he wasn't going to get much in terms of a break. All she would do was smile and gave him a knowing pat on the shoulder before she ushered him down the hall to his office, saying something about document reviews and distractions not being tolerated as much. Arron wondered about the younger girl but, more importantly, as he sat down, he wondered about who that man was he had partnered up with, played pool with, made out with, and then gave him the blowjob of all blowjobs to get him off.

That was fucked up... he thought, bringing to his lips his hands and the memories of what went through those lips came back. He could still feel the thickness going through his lips, how hard it felt, the taste of another person's cum as it shot into his mouth, or the tingling feeling as he swallowed it whole, right in front of the man. This morning, when he got up in bed, he immediately ran to the bathroom and threw up at the thought of what he had done. Still, now in the quiet of his office, he couldn't help but run one hand along his lips and his other slipped beneath the rim of the desk to gingerly run along the smoothness of his crotch.

I'm so turned on, I'd be sporting some serious wood...this is so weird...

He shot a quick glance at the door and noticed that it was shut and locked. Cynthia had gone home a few hours earlier with a conspiratory wink and complaining of a migraine while the student assistants were gone for the break, leaving him alone on the floor. With no appointments and no callers, he quickly got up from his chair, closed the office door and locked it, and then went back to his office, closing it behind him for added security and locked it.

"Fuck..." he muttered, moving back to his chair and slowly he slipped off his heels, taking extra care to undo the hose he was wearing, and then removed finally the boyshorts he was wearing. Arron could feel his pulse rising and the moment he managed to slip off the hose from his cock, he began to stroke it hard. He leaned back in the chair and stroked himself harder, his hand grasping and stroking his entire length. Moans escaped his mouth, rather feminine moans, and his other hand cupped and squeezed his breasts, fake they may be, though his mind felt sensations as if they were real.

"Mm...yeah..." he moaned, his mind taking a back seat as the vision in his mind came out and came out strong.

He was back at the bar from last night, the man he was with brought his hands down to lift him off his feet and immediately pressed his lips back against his, their tongues brushing together in a deep kiss. Arron felt him pushing him against the edge of the door, his hands roaming and squeezing his breasts (there was no way around it, they were his) and the feeling of his cock pressing against him caused him to moan as the pressure built with each stroke. Instead of his hand, though, Arron felt it was his partner's, the man's strength and hardness was in deep contrast to the soft, gentle feel of his hands. He never considered himself dainty by any measure but he was definitely softer than him, both in real life and in his fantasies.

Gone was any hesitation as he felt the man's hands turning him around until his ass was pressed against him. Arron moaned again, getting up from his chair and leaning forward onto his desk, his ass pressed up as he leaned forward, reaching in between his legs to continue stroking himself. He pictured the man pressing him down against the table's surface, his bigger and stronger body restraining him, keeping him bent over in a **** position. His breasts were being **** against the table and they felt incredibly realistic as they both cushioned as well as restricted his ability to take full, deep breaths, his breathing becoming short, gasps, mixed with moans.

In his mind, he felt the man reaching down and slipping off the pair of panties he was wearing and balled it up before he placed it into his mouth, his breath whispering to keep as quiet as possible not to attract notice and attention from the other patrons, including Brooke and Cynthia who were sitting at a table just a few feet away. They would be able to hear them in the back room and come in, just as he was about to...

Arron groaned deeply as first one finger, than another, went in. His cock was leaking precum already and his fingers were coated by the sticky fluid. He had never experienced it before but his first, and then second, finger went down to the first knuckle. It was a sensation that Mrs. Andrews (his mother) never had dreamt her son would be feeling but there he was, bent over a desk, one hand stroking and manipulating his cock while the other was buried two fingers into his ass. Any semblance of a man was gone, replaced by an apparent woman wearing a tight dress, her make-up covered face moaning and gasping in an attempt to get release. He gulped air as much as possible, whimpering and whispering all sorts of things his male mind refused to acknowledge but the female personality he was living in relished and savored.

"That's it, baby, fuck my ass..." he whispered, picturing his fingers being replaced by his partner's thick cock, pressing into him as strong hips pulled him back into each thrust. Arron groaned again as the man repositioned himself and then plunged deeper, his balls pressing against the smoothness of his skin. He couldn't even cry out as the thrusts continued, harder and harder the grip on his thighs, so complicated a thought disappearing, replaced by a need to simply get off as much as possible.

"Oh...oh..."

Arron felt an incredible tightening in his legs, his thighs, as he imagined his lover pressing incredibly deep into him and with one last push, he came in him. Arron came as well, letting out a short but very satisfied yell that was muffled somewhat by the panties in her mouth and she felt her cock twitch before spewing forth one rope of cum, then another. The third was a short spasm but it still caused a decent amount of sperm to pull on her desk and Arron rested her head on the table, breathing deeply and content. After a few more moments, she looked at the milky clear fluid on the wooden surface next to her and with her clean hand, she dipped one finger into it and brought it up to her lips. She hadn't thought about what it would taste like but as she flicked her tongue, she smiled as she remembered the man's taste last night. Without too much hesitation, she ran her fingers through the rest of it and sucked her own cum from her fingers before she slowly sunk to her knees and rested her head against them.

A strange idea came to her head, one that she never thought she would ever have, and before she could find the power to debate it, she reached on her desk to grab her phone and then pulled up the list of contacts until she found the name she was looking for. She tapped it and typed a simple message on it:

YOU FREE THIS AFTERNOON?