Keeping her edging all day leads to office sex (m/f) | 2016

(This is a true story, but it’s been a little while since it happened. All of the dialogue is recreated to the best of my memory. Also, this story takes quite a little while to get to the sex, because it’s just as much fun for me remembering the anticipation.)

My phone started buzzing on my way to the bus stop on the morning of my birthday. I wasn’t quite expecting it - Kelly and I usually said hello on IM as soon as we arrived in our respective offices, but then again this was a special day. After the pleasantries and happy birthday greetings were out of the way, she started in on the reason she called.

“I’m sorry,” she said. “I know what you told me to wear today, but it turns out I can’t.” Hmm. “And why’s that?” “Well, you said to wear my tiniest panties, but you already have them…sir.”

Ha. Of course I did. Let me tell you a little bit about Kelly. She’s a beautiful, tiny little thing. Five feet tall, maybe all of 115 pounds. She works out just about every day, so she’s got a good amount of muscle to her, which I really like. Brown hair and brown eyes, usually framed by a pair of those hipster-y box frame glasses of hers, which have by now turned into a shameless fetish of mine.

Kelly is also an extreme extrovert. If you see her in public, she’s extremely boisterous, and might be laughing a bit too loud (but that never hurt no one). But beneath that confident exterior, she was hiding something. It took me a long time to tease it out of her, but after a while I noticed a trend. The immediate compliance when I told her to change positions during sex. The squeal of delight when I smacked her gorgeous ass or tugged firmly on her hair while taking her from behind. And then the time when I asked her to take my entire cock down her throat and she simply replied “yes, sir,” and did it willingly…. that’s when I knew I had a submissive little pet on my hands. And on my birthday I was expecting a hell of a present.

“I see. Did you wear your second tiniest?” “Actually,” she replied, “I just thought I’d go without.” No panties at work all day, interesting. “Not a bad plan,” I said evenly. “Thank you, sir,” Kelly replied. And I got another idea. “You know, I’m liking this. I think you’d better just keep calling me ‘sir’ all day.” A pause as Kelly considered this. She was a willing pet for me, but she worked in a small office and she knew that playing the submissive for an entire workday was liable to make her uncomfortably wet. And yet her reply: “Of course, sir.”

And so the day began. How, you might wonder, is it possible to keep a submissive pet edging all day long when we worked on opposite sides of the city? Easy enough: Snapchat. I can’t say enough for the wondrous things that Snapchat can do for a man who possesses confidence. (Just now realizing I failed to describe myself, for any parties who might be interested. I’m six feet tall, checking in at 170 pounds. Brown hair, brown eyes, lean but muscular build. Ladies tell me I’m handsome, and who am I to disagree?) Every 90 minutes or so I gave Kelly a new task to complete for me.

“You have until 9:30 AM to go into that private bathroom of yours and send me a picture of yourself naked from the waist up,” I typed to her. Not five minutes later my phone buzzed. There she was, in all her glory. A sexy smile, and two plump tits right there in the palm of my hand. An excellent performance from my slut.

“You have until 11:00 AM to prove to me that you were telling the truth about coming to work with no panties.” Her coworkers must have thought she’d had one too many cups of coffee with how frequently she was making the commute to the restroom, but she did it nevertheless. Mere moments later she showed me - her skirt, hiked up around her waist, nothing but air between the world and her gorgeous pussy.

The challenges kept coming over the course of the day and got more and more fun for her to complete. She knows how much I love her shapely ass, so amazingly toned from her hours in the gym, and when fulfilling my request for a picture of it, she contorted her body and took a lovely up-close shot of it. And when I told her to put two fingers inside of herself right there at her desk, I swear my phone was buzzing within twenty seconds. My pet was loving her workday. She was wet. She was ready to serve me.

And at the end of the day, she was always the last person in her office.

I thought I’d give her a bit of a surprise by showing up, and it seemed I had. She buzzed me into her office at 5:30 and was clearly still shaking off the shock of my visiting her at work when I walked through her door.

“I was just finishing up,” she began, rising out of her chair, “and then we can go.” She came over to give me a relatively chaste hug, but I wasn’t having any of it. I lifted her very slightly off the ground and our lips met.

Kissing Kelly was never anything less than a religious experience for both of us, but today I wasn’t wasting time with a soft, gentle, caressing of her lips. Mine met hers firmly, powerfully. She’d obviously not been planning on being kissed in that moment, but she reacted how she always did. Her lips accepted mine meltingly, her hands already beginning to twist into my hair. My hands made their trek down her beautiful body, from her flushed cheeks to her powerful shoulders, down her trim waistline to cup her unbelievable, life-affirming ass in my hands.

We kissed each other not just like the lovers we were, who had been cruelly separated from each other by our tyrannical workday. There was a tangible desperation in Kelly’s kiss that was evident. She had been edging back and forth all day. Calling me “sir” all day long and following my instructions to the letter had left her exactly how I wanted her: a wildly horny pet who was desperate to get off, and even more desperate to serve me.

After a moment she felt the hardness in the front of my pants and her hand went to explore it reflexively. She’d had me going in and out of hardness all day long, and it didn’t take much kissing before my cock was standing at nearly full attention. “Please,” she whispered between kisses, “please let me give you your birthday present.”

Who was I to say no? With a flurry of movement, we suddenly found ourselves in a new position. I sat in her office chair, pants slid down to the middle of my calves. Thank God for her tiny frame, she was able to squeeze into the little gap underneath the desk. With a flourish, and with absolutely no regard for the fact that we were right there in her office, my pet Kelly took my length into her mouth and began to suck me with relish.

There was typically a method to Kelly’s madness when she sucked me. She loved to tease - jerking me softly while she placed little fluttery kisses on the head of my cock, or simply taking just the first inch of my length between her lips and rolling her tongue around it like a popsicle. Sometimes she would take her mouth off my cock altogether and use her hands to stroke me decisively as her tongue darted over my balls.

Yet today she was single-minded. I’ve mentioned before that she was able to take my entire cock into her throat, and that’s where she was at from the beginning. She was making some determined eye contact as my cock slid further and further between her lips when suddenly -

“Cleaning lady!” I shouted. The cleaning lady had shown up on the security monitor for the hallway outside of Kelly’s office. We had maybe ten seconds to become fully clothed and try to set ourselves up as looking presentable. Hurriedly, I pulled my pants back up and cinched my belt back into place as Kelly smoothed out her skirt. With a second to spare, we were both perched over her computer monitor, apparently deeply engrossed in solving some work problem.

A few minutes of unrelieved tension later found us entwined once more in each other’s arms. Had we learned our lesson about relieving our sexual needs in the workplace? Not even a little bit. But this time I was feeling more generous than I had a minute ago. My dear pet had gone without panties for me for an entire day, undoubtedly leaving a trail of wetness down her legs. She had willingly risked a great deal by not resisting my advances in her office. And she was undoubtedly feeling incredibly sexually frustrated.

With that in mind, and with the cleaning lady safely moved off to another office, I lay my pet down on the floor, flipped up her skirt, and began to kiss up her inner thigh. “Oh, God,” Kelly moaned softly as my tongue traced its way along her leg. She was so sensitive on that inner thigh - she craved those moments of anticipation like no woman I’ve been with before or since. But this was no time for teasing. She’d been on edge all day, and there was no telling how much time we had before we’d be interrupted, so I simply stuck out my tongue and ran it the length of her pussy lips as she shuddered violently.

God, do I love to lick Kelly’s pussy. Maybe it’s just because I’m an adult who hasn’t had any candy in many years, but I’d swear on a stack of Bibles that she tastes sweeter than any candy I can remember. My tongue probed her urgently. Her clit was already plainly visible and there was no time to waste with it, either. I planted a firm kiss on her clit and was rewarded with a barely restrained shriek and two hands on my head, pushing me firmly into her.

I gradually stepped up the stimulation. My kisses and licks of her clit started coming ever so slightly more rapidly. A finger slid into her pussy and began to fuck her persistently. Soon enough it was joined by a second finger - together they pumped her pussy firmly and stroked the upper wall on their way out. My tongue was now swirling her clit, and Kelly’s hips were bucking on the floor of her office, when -

“Oh, fuck. Don’t stop. Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck oh fuuuuuuuuuuuck…” When she comes, Kelly’s voice gets so high it disappears into nothingness. I could swear her entire body lifted off the ground, light as a feather, stiff as a board. Sticky, sweaty, and insatiable, my pet sat up and looked at me hungrily, more determined than ever to give me my birthday orgasm.

Moments later, caution had been thrown entirely to the wind. My gorgeous pet was entirely naked and sitting on top of her desk. My belt, which she had nearly discarded thoughtlessly before remembering who was in charge, was wrapped around both her wrists, her arms now useless behind her back. As I thrust into her, she struggled to stay upright, and threw those muscular legs behind my back to keep herself from falling the best she could.

Kelly’s silky pussy was grabbing my cock tightly. She wanted my come, and she wanted it badly. Kelly and I were on good enough terms that a condom was thoroughly unnecessary and I could feel her clamping around me in every nerve ending of my cock. There was no longer any subtlety to our game. My slut wanted me to finish inside her, and it was time for me to give her what she desired.

“Please come for me, sir,” she whispered. “I want to feel you explode inside of me.” I would have loved to make her beg for it a little more, but as I get nearer to coming, whatever parts of my brain control speech tend to go out of commission. Single-mindedly, I pounded away as she moaned sexily into my ear: “please sir… your come… haven’t I been a good slut for you?”

That did it. As I shoved my entire length into her, the heat and the tightness and the wetness and the pleasure all became too much. I came deep inside of her, powerfully, in a few long bursts. As the last burst came out of me, I kissed Kelly softly, and gratefully. We might have had a fun, insanely sexy dom/sub thing going on, but when sex was all said and done I loved her like I’d never loved anyone else.

And with that, my birthday present was delivered.

I haven’t seen Kelly quite as much lately as I’d like - life has really gotten in the way for both of us. But I have plenty of memories of her, of her impish smile, of her boisterous exterior melting into subservience, and of the love underneath it all, to keep me very warm at night.