Let Him Lead

Knowing how crucial this would be to my future, I made the snap decision that letting him believe it was his idea was for the best. I simply smirked his way, winking at him, keenly aware of the fires of passion and desire were brewing within; Fires, it seems, that I just initiated. I kept my flirtatious smile plastered on his face, even blowing him a kiss as he stood up, his left hand rubbing softly up my right, pausing at my shoulder. He stood before me, and swiftly we kissed, causing a commotion from just outside the hall, as several people chatted at what they saw.

Meanwhile, I melted right into him, even as I slowly pushed a listening device slightly further down, keeping it out of sight, even as it remained in place to remain useful. My eyes fluttered closed as we kissed, his hands wandering freely across my naked and exposed body. I moaned, feeling pleasure cascade through me, even as his left hand moved to my neck as we kissed, our lips tightly pressed together. After several seconds, his tongue enters my mouth as we made out, our bodies melting together, and I felt his shirt pressed against my body as he held me close.

I moaned softly as pleasure flashed through my very being. His right hand now moved along my side, before clasping upon my breast, softly caressing it in his palm. I felt my pleasure rising and moaned softly as his lips shifted to my neck. I turned my head to one side, enjoying his caress. I cried out, several times, my breath growing deeper and ragged as the pleasure rose. It was then I felt myself getting grabbed, and swiftly, I was pulled from my seated position upon the desk and flipped around. I felt my passion rise swiftly, desire filling my every thought, as I was bent over the desk, his body pressed against my ass. I cried out in primal, savage pleasure, a look full of desire plastered upon my face as I did my best to hold still. I saw several people, on either side of the doors, softly laughing as they watched on with interest.

Not that he noticed; his only concern was the rather pleasurable notion of getting some with me. I noticed I shared with him, though I found being observed in the act all the more riveting. I gripped the table hard as he grasped and groped at me, and I orgasmed easily at his touch, my body ready to melt at the slighted touch upon my exposed skin. I felt a hand then prob my shaved mound, playing with me, and I called out in pleasure then, even as I shot the unknown observers an erotic glance. He played with me, grabbing, caressing, and groping my flesh, need playing off him like heat from a boiler.

I clung to the table, as pleasure rose even higher, my legs now spread wide before him. I heard the telltale sound of a zipper being undone, and I cried aloud as his cock glanced at my shaved mound with its presence; I orgasmed powerfully simply at its touch, feeling pressed against my shaved mound. I cried out, "AAAAAuuuuGHHHH," primal and full of need," as he pleased himself hard against my exposed body. He rubbed himself against me several times then, his body pressed against mine. I felt his left hand upon my waist, even as his left pulled hard back on my hair, forcing my head upward, giving me a clear view of the hall, and I cried out loudly then. O orgasmed, harder than before, as his rock-hard member plunged into my inner folds, squelching and stretching his way deep. I rocked against the desk, even as I did my best to hold myself still. Even his desk rocked forward at his thrust, tipping softly forward before falling back down, pressing me back against him, I felt pleasure cascade through me, my very being is filled and overwhelmed by desire, swiftly becoming the only concern of note on my mind.

I felt his next thrust into me, which came several seconds after his first. The wait was worth it, as he pounded himself even deeper into me. His grip on my waist tightened, causing a burst of discontent at the **** displayed. I moaned aloud, which encouraged him further, as he drove himself deeper into me with each pounding. I felt my back arch as I climaxed, my pleasure raised further at being so dominated, the public nature of being caught by strangers making it all the more arousing and provocative.

My right leg lifted up then, and I found myself trying to wrap it around him, doing my best to hold myself tight to him. My cries grew ever louder as he used me for his own pleasure, clearly needing it more than even I had expected. He yanked at my hair, and I gasped aloud in surprise. He was clearly taking full advantage of me now, but just then, that was exactly what I wanted, too.

Even a sudden camera flash did nothing to change that, either. He went at it with a ferocity indicative of a lonely man, and I orgasmed as he took me then. I felt pleasure rising higher at being so openly taken, and when his balls finally slapping against my shaved mound, I climaxed hard then. It was not long after he increased in speed, pounding my soft flesh harshly, as raw need influenced his every action. He pounded me faster and faster until he worked my insides like the piston of a race car. I cried out, loud as I could, my breaths deep, heavy, and raspy to my ears as he claimed me so thoughtfully. I felt pleasure and pain merge into one within my body, which was shaking forward and back, despite my best efforts, with each thrust inside me.

I felt his seed explodes deep within my body, coating and painting me swiftly it shot out deep within my being, which was soon followed by more. I climaxed again at its impact, even as he continued to use me to release yet more of his load into my waiting and willing body. It took him over a minute, but eventually, he began to slow as he injected his sesamum deep within me. I gasped then, the experience still recent in my mind, as he released the last of it into me, though he still rubbed his cock upon my ask to get the last dregs out upon my soft skin, before placing it back into his pants and getting his clothes down back up.

All the while, I remained against the desk, my chest heaving as I fought to catch my breath. He hauled me up then, pulling my exposed body against him, and somehow, without changing how I was angled. I felt a hand upon my neck then, an amused, yet somehow serious expression, planted upon his face. He placed his head next to mine, before coyly inquiring, "Now, what shall I do with you, hmm?"