I lowered my head and felt the warm skin slip along my lips. Along with it came the slightly salty taste of precum and the musky smell of an older man’s’ crotch. I didn’t want to see him looking down at me, so I kept my eyes down as my lips parted. My tongue teased around his head and I felt his cock stiffen, flicking a bit in my wet mouth. His meat had that sweaty tang to it that all cocks get after a day constrained in briefs and slacks. Those same slacks and briefs that now rested at his ankles and by my knees on the floor. The smell of balls was strong in my nose, but it wasn’t a wholly unpleasant one. There was always something primal, natural, right, about the smell when sucking on a man’s cock.
I took his head into my mouth, sucking softly, as I reached between his legs and cupped his balls. They were warm, and hairy in my smooth hands. I heard him grunt, putting his hand on my head as I fondled them. One of his balls was clearly bigger than the other, his sack wrinkly and tight in my grip. He pressed harder on my head, and I took more of him into my mouth, bobbing gently, but firmly on his sex. His organ was responsive, despite his age and clearly functioning well. It wasn’t anything exceptional, maybe a bit longer than average, but not thick either. I sped up as he whispered softly; quiet enough so that anyone outside the room would not question the sounds that emerged.
“That’s it, suck it. Suck it”
And I did, swirling my tongue, on the head, along his shaft, as I went up and down. I had to be careful, as I made his cock slick with my saliva, to suck any drool back it. It wouldn’t do to come out of the office with a wet chin and a blouse stained above my breasts. Things were bad enough at work without adding salacious gossip to the mix. He started thrusting his hips, as he held my head, taking control of the situation. He wanted control and I ceded it, choosing instead to relax my throat as his cock stabbed at it again and again. I looked up briefly and saw the look he was giving me and decided that it was better to stare at his crotch. I needed to focus on my job and what I was doing. That was all that mattered in the moment.
I gave his testicles another firm squeeze and felt him slow down, almost stopping in his actions. It was nice to know his control could be rescinded that easily. As his pace almost stopped, I pulled back a bit. My nostrils flared as I took in some needed air, my lips caressing his head. I then pulled back and tilted my head and slid my lips along his cock, further down still. I took a hairy ball into my mouth, sucking on it, his warm cock resting on my cheek as I sucked on it. He shuddered and pushed me away and again with his glare, I found myself self-conscious. I wiped my glistening lips with the back of my hand, smearing my lipstick a small bit when he grabbed my air and pulled me up from the floor. His hands cupped my large breasts, slid along my sides, down until he cupped my ass firmly and possessively. I watched him as he reached down and pulled my skirt up, and felt between my legs to find the wetness of my panties. I moaned softly as his finger probed at the satin covering my pussy. The red fabric was maroon, darker from my juices that were already, shamefully, flowing.
“This isn’t just to save it, you’re actually wet. God, that’s sad,” he said to me, making me blush again. I look away, but he grabbed my chin and made me face him. His stare was intense and piercing and he was so close I could see the grey flecks in his eyes. His thumb slid along my lower lip as he tightened his grip on my chin pulling me closer, his lips almost touching mine.
“Say it. Tell me that you want it,” he said softly. I bite my lower lip, trying to turn my head to look at the door to confirm that it was locked. His grip turned my head back however, and his gaze saw right through me.
“I want…” I said, hesitating. “I want you to fuck me”.
When those words had left my mouth, he let go of my chin and turned me around, bending me over his desk. I felt his hand push hard between my shoulder blades, pressing my chest into his desk, holding me here. My cheek was cool on the mahogany; my only view that of his phone, a legal pad, and a picture of his kids. I placed my hands at the edge of the desk, gripping it tightly, as I felt my flowing skirt pulled up and over my ass. I turned a bit to look up at him, but he pressed harder, my breasts smushed against the desk. I resigned myself and parted my legs, knees slightly bent as I felt his fingers hook into my panties and jerk them down.
“I wonder how long you’ve wanted this slut?” he asked mockingly. I want to tell him I didn’t, that it has never crossed my mind. It would be true, but it was equally true that I had asked for this. And now he was going to deliver. I felt his hardness against my wet silky lips, as he slid the head along the length of my slit. He felt warm against me, insistent, as he pushed his head in easily. I grunted, biting my lip, knowing I couldn’t be loud. Behind me, he sighed, as he enjoyed my warm wetness. My pussy slowly devoured his cock, the large folds enveloping his length as it disappeared inside me. I closed my eyes and pressed back, then was immediately pushed forward against the heavy desk. I held onto the desk as he began to thrust. His pace quickened rapidly and I soon was grunting as he bottomed out in my cunt again and again. He had to slow his pace to stop the sound of his hips slapping my ass from growing too loud.
I moan, working my hips in a circle as his breathing began to quicken in pace. Wet as I was, I wasn’t close to orgasming but I knew the older man wouldn’t last much longer. I felt him press his weight on my back, on my ass, as he suddenly pushed deep inside me, holding me down as he began to shudder and spurt in my pussy. In his pussy now, I guessed. I felt him lean over me, his body shaking, as he convulsed, hot breath on my neck. We laid there over his desk for what felt like several minutes, before he pushed himself off of my back and pulled out of my body. I slowly stood up and saw him wiping his cock off on his handkerchief, before throwing it away in the trash. As he ignored me and pulled up his pants and underwear, I slid off my panties. I wiped my sex with them, pushing inside a bit to clean out what cum I could get to. They were a mess as I pulled them away and I folded them and put them away in my purse. I looked to him and saw a bit of disgust as he waved me away, pointing to the door.
“I think we’re done here,” was all he said. I nodded, making sure my skirt and blouse were tucked and straight and nodded. I thought about speaking but he was already looking annoyed at me. I picked up my purse, and headed out of the office, onto the main floor, shutting the door behind me. I quickly headed to the women’s room, and went inside. Thankfully, no one was in there and I took a deep breath, my heart racing. I sat down in a stall and fought with myself to calm down and after several long minutes, my body complied. I pulled up my skirt and took some toilet paper, dabbing myself again. Cleaned for the moment, I stood in front of the mirror and reapplied my lipstick and touched up my makeup. Looking over myself one last time in the mirror, I headed back out to work. I had done it. I had saved my job. And all it had cost me was my respect and dignity.
