First Day At Work - An Office Erotic Story

“Late”, he says apologetically, running his hand through his dark hair. She notices his tie is loose and his handsome face is lightly stubbled. “Of course, I don’t expect you to always work as much as I do, that wouldn’t be healthy,” he laughs. “And you didn’t even get to see any actual paintings today, that must have been disappointing.”

“Oh well, that’s ok, I’m sure we’ll get around to hands-on training soon enough,” she blushes at the term, imagining his strong hands on her body.

“Ahem,” he coughs, apparently catching on to her naughty thoughts. “I actually just got in an amazing piece today, would you want to see it?” He asks hopefully. “Unless…you must want to get home, it’s been a long day.”

“No, no,” she rushes, “I would love to.” She gets up and follows him down a long hallway to his office. He opens the door, lightly touching the small of her back to usher her in. A large painting is illuminated by a lamp on his desk, a beautiful reclining nude, creamy skin glowing against a dark background.

Leila hesitantly reaches out to touch the canvas, the swirling paint thick and textured beneath the soft pads of her fingertips. She senses him behind her, the heat emanating from his body, as he slowly places his hand on top of hers, lightly guiding her.

“Feel here,” his voice vibrates low in her ear, “the impasto, the thick ripples of paint. This artist is a master of capturing the tone and sensuality of flesh. It seems so real.” He presses closer to her, she can feel his belt buckle through the thin fabric of her skirt. Leila stills, his warm breath on her neck, she feels desire building low and tantalizing.

“It’s beautiful,” she breathes.

“Not as beautiful as you,” he whispers, as his warm lips brush the delicate skin behind her ear. Her knees weaken and he wraps his arms firmly around her pulling her close. She tilts her head to the side, exposing her soft neck to his wanting mouth. “You have the most beautiful skin,” he murmurs as he slides her blouse down her shoulders. “I have to say, I enjoyed your wardrobe malfunction this morning.”

She laughs, turning to face him. “Well that’s not very professional, you are my boss after all,” she smirks, adding a pert “Sir”.

His dark eyes devour her, “You can call me that anytime, just don’t tell me to stop.” His mouth finds hers and his kiss is all consuming, his tongue caressing hers, hungrily taking her. She responds in kind, her body melting into him. Breaking their kiss, he rests his forehead on hers, panting, “I’m never like this. You’re making me lose all control.”

Emboldened by his admission, she slowly slides down his body until she’s kneeling at his feet. His hands grip the desk and he swallows, “What are you doing?”

She doesn’t take her eyes off his as she slowly runs her tongue along the fly of his pants, the bulge getting tighter and tighter by the second. His breathing becomes shallow, as she grabs the zipper between her teeth and pulls down. He deftly undoes his belt, throwing it on the floor and looks down at her, dark glossy hair tumbling down her back, beautiful golden eyes glowing at him with desire, and her rosy lips parted tantalizingly close to his raging erection.

Starting at the base, she licks up his thick cock to the velvety tip, before slowly taking his whole shaft into her warm, wet mouth. Her lips tighten around him, and his head is thrown back as he hisses, “Fuck”. She slides up and down, relishing the feel of his hard cock between her pouty lips. She feels herself getting wet at the idea of being fucked by this exquisite cock, and starts squirming, sliding one hand under her skirt to feel herself - the other hand on Aaron’s firm ass, pulling him deeper into her mouth.

She moans around his cock, and he opens his eyes to see her pleasuring herself beneath her skirt - grabbing a fistful of her silky hair, he pulls her head back and huskily says, “Don’t you worry, I’m going to make you scream, but I’m not done with your pretty little mouth.” Wrapping his hands in her hair, he starts thrusting faster, fucking her mouth mercilessly as she looks into his eyes, completely submissive to his passion. He throws his head back, eyes screwed shut, yelling something unintelligible as he holds her head tight and explodes deep in her throat. She eagerly swallows the hot cum as it gushes unrelentingly in her mouth, his cock pulsing with the pleasure of release. His breathing ragged, he shakes his head in disbelief as she lightly laps up the salty cum dripping down his thigh.

“Oh my god,” he pants, “that was fucking incredible.”

She straightens up, and smiles slyly, reaching behind her back to unhook her bra. His eyes drop down to her breasts, as the black lace slides off. “I believe I made a promise to you, and I intend to deliver,” he growls, as he pushes her up against the desk and lowers his head to her full breasts, gently cupping their weight in his large hands. His tongue circles her hard rosy nipples, and he nips along the tender underside, murmuring against her skin, “Perfect.”

He lifts her hips up and sits her on the edge of the desk, sliding his hands up her thighs. Her skirt bunches around her hips as he pushes her legs apart, tracing his fingers up her inner thigh while licking and kissing her aroused nipples. Sliding his fingers under her lacy thong, he sharply inhales, “Oh fuck, you’re soaking”. She’s writhing beneath him as he stands between her legs, he grabs the flimsy thong and rips it off. She’s gasping as he quickly lowers his face to her pussy and starts running his tongue along her wetness, swirling around her engorged clit, gripping her squirming hips with his strong hands. He’s bringing her closer and closer with his tongue, exploring every inch of her, drinking up her arousal.

Her pussy aches for his hard cock, she starts panting, “Please, please. I need you to fuck me.” He quickly stands, his cock hard and insistent, pressing at her wet, swollen lips. “Now!”, she begs as he thrusts into her in one swift motion, he calls out, “Fuck, Leila” and holds himself deep inside to the hilt, relishing her tight pussy sucking him in. “You feel so good,” he hisses as withdraws slowly, then plunges in again and again. She moans beneath him, the feel of him stretching, filling her completely is bringing her to the brink. His eyes are on her full breasts as they bounce with each thrust, fingers digging into the soft flesh of her hips as he takes her. His thumb moves to press down on her clit and she screams out his name. The feel of her orgasm pulsing around his cock unravels him and he spills into her, capturing her moans in his mouth. They catch their breath, desire sated. He smiles at her, eyes gleaming with satisfaction, “So, how was your first day?”

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