Not a damn thing to stop it

Her breath was quiet and long as she exhaled, and her body slumped against mine slightly. It was as if what I’d told her was the thing she had been wanting to hear for a long time. I slowly slid the middle finger of my left hand into her pussy and she deeply exhaled again, her body against mine as she slumped a bit more, as if a great weight was lifted from her. Her shoulders dropped, the previous tension in them fading. Relaxing.

You fucking want it, don’t you? You need it.

Her head tilted and came to rest against my chest, and I couldn’t contain my smirk, or the thrilling, content feeling that came over me when her head rested there. The smell of her hair made me close my eyes for a moment and just breath her in. I slowly raised my head and glanced at the door, almost frowning as I let a frustrated breath out of my nose.

No time.

No time to take my time.

I pulled my finger out of her pussy and she squirmed in the best way, bringing the smile back to my lips. My right hand tilted her head back and I finally got to see her naked tits. God, she was fucking perfect. She gasped and jumped a little when my left hand touched her right breast. With a circular touch I generously spread her pussy juice all over her right nipple. She breathed in and held her breath, not knowing what to expect. I bit my lower lip as I smiled and gently squeezed her breast, I leaned down and pressed my tongue to it and slowly licked up against her nipple.

Her body shuddered along with the breath she let out as I licked her juices off of her nipple. I quickly closed my lips around it and suckled as my hand kneaded her breast, humming at the pleasant taste of her. She sharply inhaled when my suckle became harder, but only for a moment until I let it out of my mouth with a pop.

My hand on her hair tilted her head back again and I pressed my lips to hers and kissed her. She hesitated for a moment when the faint taste of her pussy touched her lips, but politely let me share. I wanted her to know how good she tasted.

I broke the kiss and leaned down next to her ear again.

“On your back, or bent over?” I asked, my voice low. Lustful. My question caught her off-guard. I didn’t usually offer her options. I started to push her down onto her back, but as if in a sudden panic, she quickly turned around to face away from me, her breaths loud and hot as she spun.

I smiled but was slightly puzzled. The panic in her movements to avoid being on her back could mean a few things things. On her back she was prone, helpless if I decided to…well, do something else besides what I’d told her. She didn’t trust me enough to be on her back. She probably didn’t trust me at all. Or, she wanted it this way. Bent over. Not having to look at me. Maybe she would imagine him doing it. The fiancé.

A third option curled my lips into a smirk. Maybe she already had a preference. Was that it? I mean, I’d had her like this before. Her pussy. Her ass. Both right in my face. Maybe she liked that. I sighed in frustrated arousal. Not knowing was killing me.

I exhaled and grit my teeth as my hand still gripping the back of her head pushed her down. She offered only a slight resistance before she bent forward. I didn’t let go when her left cheek touched her desk. I wanted her to know I could have her any way I wanted her, and that while she may have chosen one of the options I gave her…it was up to me, what happened after that. I took a few moments to fondle and squeeze her left ass cheek, staring at her right eye as it frantically tried to see what I was doing.

She suddenly seemed panicked, as if she hadn’t thought that she was just as helpless in this position. Maybe more so, considering the two, very enticing options that were completely exposed to me. I wonder what she’d do if I unzipped my jeans right now. Oh God, can you imagine? Poor girl must be having a panic attack.

But even if I wanted to, there was no time for that. And I wasn't that guy, anyway. An asshole, not a monster, remember? I was simply leading the horse to water. Fun was one thing, and that would be…something else. Something dark. It would be over after that. No second chance. No ‘get out of jail free’ card. No. Can’t do that. I wouldn’t, either. I didn’t want this game to end between us, and that would surely end it for good.

Her quick, loud breaths of panic and her frantically searching eye made my actions quick, to relieve her of whatever thoughts were invading the previously pleasant ones. I let go of her hair and softly caressed the top and back of her head, then slowly dropped to my knees behind her. The breath she let out told me we may have both been thinking the same thing a moment ago. I didn’t want her to feel that way about me. Ever.

I wanted her to feel this way.

I grabbed both ass cheeks and softly spread them open, gazing at her as lust and arousal grew inside me. So beautiful. Two of my best friends, right in front of my face. I inhaled her deliciously feminine scent, pushing my face and nose right into her. She relaxed when she knew I wasn’t that monster, and her sigh was deep. Quiet, but loud enough for me to hear. A mixture of deep relief, and sinful want. Need. When my tongue pressed against her pussy, she sharply moaned, high-pitched and stifled. Still ashamed of wanting it. Loving it. Crazing it.

I hummed as my lips pressed against the entrance to her pussy, my tongue rhythmically licking between her lips up to her entrance while my nose softly poked at her pretty pink asshole.

She blew out a long breath, her body relaxing further as the pleasure took hold. I wouldn’t hurt her, and her body now told her so. I swear I felt her ass push back against my face. Very subtle, Miss Laura. You do you. I won’t tell.

Fuck, she tastes good. I spread her cheeks open even further and stuck my tongue inside her pussy. Her back arched, and this time there was no doubt about her ass pushing back, like she wanted to fuck my tongue. That’s it. Fuck that tongue. I want you to. I began pumping my face into her, giving her what she wanted.

My tongue could only go so far inside her though, but I made sure to give it my all, moaning into her pussy as I flicked it up and down when it was inside her. Oh, she liked that. I pulled her hips back into my face and pushed my tongue in as far as it would go without tearing off the bottom of my mouth. I inhaled the scent of her ass as my nose pressed into it.

Would her man do this? Tongue her pussy the way she likes? Tongue that tight asshole the way she likes? Hardly. And besides…I was her man. I smiled as a rush or euphoria coursed through me. I already know his fiancé better and deeper than he ever would.

A surge of arousal hit me, my cock a steel rod inside my jeans. Fuck it. If someone comes in, someone comes in. I was too turned on. I let go of her hips and quickly unzipped my jeans, roughly tugging them down. My cock sprang free and I grabbed it with my left hand and started stroking. I closed my lips against her pussy and quickly flicked my tongue up and down against her clit.

She let out a series of quick, sharp breaths, adorably trying to keep them quiet as she suddenly slapped her hands on the desktop. She pushed herself up onto her hands and rose up, back arched as my tongue and lips devoured her wet pussy.

“HhhUHH,” she moaned, high-pitched and only for a moment, self-conscious, lest anyone hear her.

I hummed, her timid moan of pleasure sending my fist into overdrive as I stroked my cock. The smell of her, the taste of her, the feel of her. I couldn’t stop now if I tried. Not that I wanted to.

I rose straight up on my knees and reached under her belly to grab her wrist. She lightly gasped, her concentration momentarily broken as I pulled her hand to her crotch. She made a noise of uncertainty. Of inexperience. Unwillingness, maybe. She tried to keep her hand firmly planted on the desk, but I insisted. She quickly lowered her cheek back on top of the desk, unable to hold herself up with only her left arm.

I held her hand against her pussy as my lips took her clit between my lips and suckled. Her hand trembled and her fingers strained, trying to avoid touching herself. I let her pussy lips pop out of my mouth and I quickly licked her asshole as I stood up. She let out a startled, sharp whimper at the sudden lick, tensing up for a second, then exhaled loudly. She lightly gasped when my hands grabbed her thighs just where they meet her waist, and I lifted her up, setting her knees on top of the desk.

She leaned forward, gravity forcing her cheek back down onto the desk as she turned her head, straining to look back at me. Her nervous breaths were quick and quiet.

Face down.

Ass up.

I looked at her, at this most submissive position, and took a mental snapshot, which I knew I would remember when I jerked off later tonight. With a groan, I squeezed my cock with my left hand, then pulled her right hand back down to her pussy.

“Show me,” I said, holding her hand there as she tried to pull it away. Her back arched slightly, as if begging me to continue pleasing her. The noises she made were intoxicatingly adorable. She squirmed as she whimpered and breathed, doing everything she could to not ask me. It had to be frustrating.

I pressed her hand against her warm, soft pussy, with no intention of letting go until she did what I wanted.

And then…she did.

At first, she simply stopped resisting, and just held her hand there, trembling with shame. How sinful, this was. How immoral.

I leaned my face down behind her, spreading her left ass cheek open, and licked her asshole, slow, long, and drawn out. She inhaled sharply, and made that noise I first heard from her the other day. An embarrassed noise. Full of shame. As if the act was so dirty. So naughty. Icky. Gross. Unspeakably so. And it was all of those things, in the best way. She had no idea how fucking disgusting I wanted to be with her.

I smiled as I wiggled my tongue against her tight, puckering hole, slowly teasing her as my hand moved hers. She eventually relented, and began to touch herself. Oh God. Fucking yes. Show me. Show me how you do it. Show me what I’ve taught you.

I brought my hand back and spanked her left ass cheek. Her asshole puckered against my tongue and she winced at the sting.

“Show me,” I repeated, spanking her again. She winced again and let out a supremely frustrated breath through her nose. Her fingers timidly started to rub the wet, slick folds of her pussy, and she made a curious noise. A surprised, quiet sound as she crossed a new threshold. She hesitated as if the thought and sensation of pleasing herself with her own hand scared her. Went against everything she’d ever knew, or thought.

Because it did.

And it was so God damned erotic to watch.

I teased the entrance to her pussy with my left hand, the tips of my index and middle fingers slowly sliding up and down, and when she moaned that high-pitched sound of longing, I slid them inside.

Her reaction was immediate and cock-stiffening. Her back arched and her ass stuck out even further, if that were possible. With a surge of adrenaline and hungry arousal, I quickly plunged my fingers inside her pussy, immediately starting a smooth rhythm as they pumped in and out of her. Her fingers awkwardly yet instinctively rubbed her pussy, and I grit my teeth at the sight. Good fucking girl.

“That’s it,” I encouraged her. “Play with that fucking pussy.” Her breaths and how they came out were a direct response to my crude demand, as well as the pleasure her fingers timidly teased out of her.

When I was satisfied she wouldn’t stop, I licked her asshole again. The combined sensations sent her body into shuddering fits of jerky movements as my our fingers and my tongue touched spots inside her that made her react unconsciously.

“Oh, jeez,” she breathed out, long and pleasant. High-pitched, as if something was building. Something was building. And I was absolutely here for it. My dick throbbed as it stood straight up, seeking out something to touch or penetrate, but finding nothing. I could feel the precum oozing to its tip, desperately trying to lubricate what wasn’t there. Jesus fucking Christ, I was turned-on.

I stiffened my tongue and pressed it against her asshole, pushing until it softened and allowed just that little bit of penetration. Enough for me, at least for now. I wiggled my tongue as I gently prodded her backside, giving her that extra sensation while my fingers quickly pumped in and out of her pussy.

She began quickly panting, and the wet sounds of her fingers on her pussy were heavenly to my ears. I moaned as I pulled my tongue out of her ass and quickly replaced it with the tip of my thumb, leaning down to start licking her clit. My tongue grazed her fingertips as they frantically and awkwardly tried to bring her over the edge.

My tongue quickly lapped at her clit as I fingered her, my thumb smoothly sliding inside her soft and suddenly pliant anus. As nervous and shamefully tense as she was, her body was completely relaxed. I could have stuck the head of my cock in her ass and it would have graciously accepted it. The thought made a sudden surge of precum rise up my shaft and ooze out the tip.

I moaned into her pussy, and was suddenly struck by a familiar urge. Jesus Christ, was I going to cum? She was panting loudly as her fingers frantically rubbed her pussy lips, lost in a moment of sheer euphoric desperation. She was on the verge, seconds away. I was almost as close, and I wasn’t even touching myself.

She started moaning, trying to stifle them as they poured out of her, each one higher in pitch than the one before it, as her orgasm began to reveal itself.

I was about to. Oh Jesus, I was about to. I stood up quickly and grabbed my cock, aiming at the perfect ass in front of me. I took my thumb out of her asshole and grabbed onto her hip with my right hand, pulling her off the desk and onto her feet.

She started cumming as soon as my thumb was back in her ass. I stared down at her ass as I quickly jerked my cock, then spread her right ass cheek as I groaned and unloaded onto it, a hot rope of cum shooting across her ass and hitting her lower back just above her right cheek.

“UHHnnghh!” She moaned in surprise, which unleashed a torrent of uncontrollable moans as she came from her own hand. I grunted and pushed my thumb up her ass, feeling it pucker powerfully as my balls emptied, my jerking fist aiming ropes of hot cum that painted white lines all over her ass.

We both panted and moaned, trying to keep our voices down as we shared this moment of ecstasy. She sounded like she was in pain as her orgasm shook her body, finally beginning to dissipate. I slowed my strokes, milking the last of my load out onto her asshole as my right hand held her right cheek wide open to receive it. I sighed in satisfied bliss as I admired the mess I left on her ass, panting as I tried to catch my breath.

I let go of my cock and put both hands on her hips, staring down at her back. Her ass. Mine. All mine. She kept her hand held to her pussy, trembling fingers still in shock at what they’d just done. No doubt, they would remember how to do it again.

She gently cooed and hummed and panted as the sensations warmed her from within. So content was she that she barely moved when I started sliding my shaft up and down against her asshole, stimulating my cock as it oozed the last drops of cum to its tip in triumphant glory.

I wanted to stick it inside her so fucking bad. God, how I wanted to. She would have let me, too. I’d bet money on it. But we got lucky…again. And I felt a sudden panic when I imagined the thought of getting her pregnant. I didn’t know if cum had to shoot inside, or just touch it, but I didn’t want to take that chance and be wrong. You never know.

Can you fucking imagine?

So I contented myself with hot dogging her ass crack, slowly sliding the underside of my shaft up and down her asshole. She just stayed there, head down, her cheek on the desk, her eyes closed as if she would fall asleep at any moment.

Wish I could have stayed.

…but I had school tomorrow.