Lena Malick - Under the Boss's desk

My mouth went dry. I continued to massage him, sliding my fingers over his cheeks and forehead, running my hands through his hair. I pressed my chest into the back of his head. He let out a light moan. “Yes?” I said, so softly I wasn’t sure I’d said it out load.

“I’ve had… feelings, that I’ve not been able to express. About you.” His eyes were closed, his mouth open, as if in a reverie. I unhooked the back of my bra and let it slide off. I pressed his head to my bare breasts and ran my hand under his shirt, over his chest.

“I’ve had… I’ve wanted to… It wasn’t appropriate, because…” He kept losing his train of thought. I leaned down and kissed the top of his head. I could see his erection pushing against his pants. I kissed his ear, breathing into it. “Yes?” I said. He turned to face me, his chair swiveling around. He reached up and put a hand on my cheek, pulling me in closer. His moist lips parted slightly, and His phone rang.

We froze. I was so lost in the moment, I didn’t recognize what the sound was at first. Who would call this late? He swiveled his chair back and we both looked at the caller ID. Gabrielle. His ex fiancee.

We were stiff as statues, staring at the phone.

I knew how much he missed her when she broke off their engagement. She crushed his heart. She was ruthless, and I didn’t trust her. She was a spoiled, manipulative woman that was always used to getting her way. And she usually did. I wanted to reach through the phone and strangle her for ruining what might be the only tender moment I’d have with him.

He picked up the receiver.

“Hey,” he said weakly. I could hear her garbled voice through the receiver. “Yeah-no, I was just doing some work,” he said.

He didn’t look at me. I stood up and buttoned my blouse. I quickly picked up my bra and walked around his desk to the door.

“Yeah, well, I miss you as well,” he said feebly, as if trying to spare me. “You do? You still feel that way?” he said, his voice sadly hopeful.

I stood in the doorway of his office, looking at him. I wanted him to look at me. I got it. She won. I wasn’t going to get him. Fine. But I wanted him to look at me once before I left.

“Well, yeah, I think there’s a chance that might… happen,” he said. He finally looked up at me. His face was a mix of emotions; hope, despair, apology. In the quiet, I could faintly hear her sing-song voice on the other end, the tone dripping with sweetness.

I turned to go. “Oh. Well, yes. We did, actually,” he said, the manner of his voice changing. “We did get the contract. How did you know about that?”

Ah, so that’s it, I thought. She knows about the deal, and smells money. That didn’t take long. I turned back around. Calvin was staring into space as he listened to her.

Facing him, I unbuttoned my blouse. His gaze landed back on me as he continued to listen. “Uh-huh,” he said as I slid my blouse off. He stared at me, mouth open. I must say, I’ve got world-class tits. Her voice continued to prattle through the other end of the receiver.

Something came over me, like a personality change. The proper, considerate me seemed to die on the spot, taken over by someone I only recognized from my fantasies.

I got on my knees and crawled across his office floor. His desk has an open back-I crawled under it until I was in front of his chair, still on my hands and knees. I reached up and unbuckled his belt and quickly unbuttoned his pants. I pulled his zipper down.

“I… I… I…” he stammered.

The voice on the other end didn’t seem to hear him as she continued her pitch. I pulled his underwear down, just enough to pull his dick out. I reached in, took it out, and I put it in my mouth. As my mouth made contact, his body jerked, as if a shock went through him. He was only half hard, so I was able to hold him completely in my mouth. Immediately, I could feel his cock swelling, pushing at the inside of my mouth. He was saying something else on the phone, something in jerks and fits. I was so consumed with the feeling of finally doing the thing I’d thought of doing hundreds times, that I couldn’t even tell what he was saying.

He was almost fully hard now. His hand slid over my head, grabbing a fist full of hair. I stroked his cock with one hand as I moved my mouth over the head and down the shaft, his length now too much for me to fully take in. I cupped and massaged his silky balls with my other hand.

He was talking again. I paused, holding him in my mouth, and listened.

“You’re sure? You’re sure this time?” he said, breathlessly. I knew right away what he was referring to. “No, no, nothing’s wrong. I’m just, taken aback. You were so sure… before.” I squeezed the bottom of his shaft and slid his dick as far into my mouth as I could, until it was pushing at the back of my throat. I made a slight slurping sound. “Oh, my God. Oh, my… no, it’s not you. I just. I’m just. I’m just not sure how to respond. Right now. Oh, God.”

I looked up at him. He looked down at me, my mouth deep on his cock, my hand cupping his balls. Spit dribbled off my chin. “I…” he said into the phone. “I… can I, can I call you back?” There was more chirping on the other end, sounding more animated. “You want me to answer you now? You want a yes or no answer right now?” he said.

I slid his dick out of my mouth. I was still crouched between his legs. Very slowly, I began to get up. As I did, I slipped my panties off. I let my face pass an inch from his, pausing as if to kiss him. I licked my lips and used my finger to wipe the spittle off my chin, sucking my fingertips. I continued up so my tits passed over his face, even bumping the phone. I sat on the edge of his desk with my skirt bunched around my waist. I propped a heel on the armrest of his chair, trapping him in.

“Right now? You want an answer right now?” he fumbled, staring at me, his breathing heavy. Yeees! I could hear her screech through the phone, followed by chipmunk-like gibberish.

I leaned forward and pulled his chair closer, putting my other heel on the other armrest. Then I slid my legs around the chair, so his face was right at my open crotch, so close he could feel the heat from my pussy.

I looked down. His pants were bunched under his hips. His erection was so big, the tip of his dick was nearly touching his belly button. His chest was heaving. I reached behind his head and pulled him closer, so his face was right at my pussy. I spread my legs wider and reached down to my saturated crotch, spreading my cunt wide open with my fingers.

Calvin was so excited he was shaking. He abruptly stood up, his pants falling to the floor as he did. His erection was enormous. He looked down at me, holding his dick with one hand, the phone with the other. I put my hands behind my knees and rolled back, pulling my legs up and out so I was folded in half on his desk, spread wide. I looked up at him from between my knees. Fuck me, I mouthed. Fuck me, Calvin Delphrey. Fuck me now.

“I have to…” he said into the phone in a shaky voice. “I have to say… no. No, Gabrielle, I don’t want to marry you.” There was silence coming through the other end. “I don’t want to marry you. I don’t want to have anything to do with you. Ever.” his voice was firmer now. “And I don’t want you to ever call me again. Ever. Never call me again! ” he said in a loud, authoritative voice. He slammed the phone down in its cradle.

I expected him to attack me. To devour me. To immediately fuck me blind. Instead, he took a step back and pulled his pants up.

“Stand up,” he demanded. “Get up!”

I scrambled off his desk. All of a sudden, everything I’d done since I started massaging his shoulders came back to me in a rush, like the collision of some other reality. I couldn’t believe what I’d just done. Was that me? Could I really have done all that? I stood next to his desk, adjusting my skirt as he buckled his pants.