“Hold calls for the next hour, please.”
I smile as I hear the door close behind your secretary. She had no idea why your voice trembled. Or that I was under your desk. Or the way my teeth grazed the head of your cock just before you spoke.
You slowly roll your chair back, leading me out like a dog with a bone. Once free from the narrow space under your desk I push your legs open for better access. I don’t have to look at your face to know your toes are curling inside your wingtips.
You’re almost ready to pop when I slowly ease back and stand up. I lean back onto the edge of your desk and prop a spiked heel on each arm of your big leather chair. My legs open wide as you roll back toward me.
Once you’re close enough you lower your lips and taste. Your moan is as fevered as mine. I let you lick and suck until my eyes cross before I drag you out of your chair and guide your cock inside me.
“Approach the bench, Counselor.”