The Appointment - by CapShroud

Sex in the office with my favorite secretary

I see on my calendar that a woman named Caroline Van Gelder has made an appointment to come in and discuss designing her new home. With the air of confidence that comes with the well moneyed, she had directed Stacie, my office manager that she wished to meet with the senior partner of the firm. "Just as I would expect if dealing with my attorney or broker," she explained. As requested, the appointment was made for 4:30. "Rather late" I thought to myself realizing that a meeting that late will start just as everyone else in the office is heading home. "This woman better have the bucks or something special in mind if I'm going to have to make special accommodations for her on the first appointment. Damn good thing it's not Friday!" I grumble to myself.

It's a lazy and warm summer afternoon, and at precisely 4:30 you are shown to my office. You take my hand in greeting and sit in the low chair across from me. I carefully study you from head to toe ... subtly but in detail, and I realize you are doing the same. Your skirt and blouse are raw silk, which deliciously drape to your form with just a slight glow of dampness from the summer's heat. As you cross your legs I noticed that your perfect tan has made it unnecessary to wear any hose. I can't help but admire and take note of the sensual color contrast of that tan to the white skirt' a skirt which slides a little further up your thigh with each move. My glance moves up to your blouse. Two buttons open ... just enough but not too bold ... respectable but sensual. To my delight, I see that the cool air in my office has had some effect. The subtle hint of nipples hardening under the soft silk makes it apparent that there is little under that blouse to hide your charms. I find my mind musing the possibilities of just what might be hidden ' only slightly concealed from my view. My eyes come to yours, and they are looking deeply into mine. There seems to be just a hint of a smile.

"Well, Caroline, tell me a little of why you're here. Just what are your needs and how might I be able to help you."

Standing up, you walk over to my drawing board where several designs in progress were lying around and look over them with a slight smile. "What would you like to tell me about your work? What would make me want your services?" you reply in a coy and teasing manner. I could tell from your voice and the look in your eyes that we may be discussing more than plans, so I walked over until I am standing closely behind you ... slightly to the right. I knew that this was the moment that I had to act, or the opportunity would vanish.

"I think good design is very much like life in my ways. Excitement and pleasure often come from surprise and contrasts. Soft, curvilinear forms often can contrast and compliment hard forms." Leaning against you ever so slightly, I reached down to illustrate a point and "accidentally" brush a breast. Your react with a quick breath. However, even with my arm still against your soft flesh, you quickly relax as I continue. "The excitement is not unlike the way the curve of a woman's breast, the softness of her belly, and the roundness hips compliment the harder forms she generates in an admiring man."

"I see, tell me more," came the reply.

I continued, and as I spoke, I ran my hand directly to your breast, and my fingers started lightly tracing the other womanly shapes and forms I had mentioned.

When I see that your eyes have closed, my touch becomes firmer. I move from breast to breast ' sliding the silk across your now hard nipples. Next I move downward in circles until my hand comes to rest on your mound. I start a subtle, gentle, rhythmic pressure on the spot where I know your clit is hiding, and begin kissing your shoulder and neck.

"Rhythm is another important design quality. Both establishing it and sometimes varying the tempo." I whisper in your ear as I speed and slow my hand's caresses between your legs.

You never give a moment's pause. Feeling the hard form I mentioned pressing against you from behind, you begin rubbing against my hand in time with the rhythm I started, and you tilt your head slightly to give my lips full access to your neck. I kiss up the side of your neck to a point just below your ear, and then I work my way across the back of your neck, trailing kisses like the pearls you are wearing. Your breathy sighs tell me that you are enjoying my touch, so I reach down and lift your skirt and quickly slip my hand inside the top of your lacy panties. My hand moves between your legs and across your closely cropped mound. With two fingers I started squeezing your lips together, over and over, very gently, working your mons with the heel of my hand. I can feel you starting to get wet, so I let one finger slide between the slippery lips.

You move your feet further apart and put one hand over mine pressing it firmly against your sex. You turn your head toward me and we kiss. This was not a wild, forceful kiss, but exploratory. Our tongues roamed each other's mouths and slid together. Our lips barely touched. Our eyes were open, so we both could see the passion building. "There's nothing bashful about this woman," I think, "She knows what she wants."

You lift your hand from mine and reach back to find my cock. "Not yet," I whispered. "Let's focus on you for now. After all, you asked to see some of my work." I lift your hand away and place it between your legs, where mine had been. You smile and start stroking yourself. This time you close your eyes and lean toward me for another kiss. Our lips meet and you draw my tongue into your mouth. Wanting to see and feel more of you, I slowly and sensuously unbutton that silk blouse. Soon it and your bra are on the floor. I cup your breasts one at a time, feeling their firmness, massaging them and squeezing the hard nipples until they stand out, firm and erect. I run my other hand down the small of your back and feel the curve of your ass. Flipping your skirt up and sliding your panties off, I slide two fingers down between your cheeks and worked them forward until they meet your fingers which are running quickening circles around your clit. I press my fingertips against your wetness until they start inside you. You move your feet further apart yet and lean forward slightly while pushing back against my invading hand. It's a clear signal, and I push into you until my fingers are fully buried inside your wet warmth. You start rocking from side to side, shifting your weight from one foot to the other and ride my fingers up and down. I use just enough pressure to stay inside, and let you do the rest. Soon my hand is soaked with your sweet juices, and I can smell your delicious aroma. You ride my hand harder and harder, and after a few minutes I can feel you starting to quiver and shake. I can tell that you're ready to come, and I pressed the tip of my now well-lubricated thumb against your ass. Breathing heavily and moaning, you push back against my thumb. I feel my knuckle slide past your tight rosebud as you scream and collapse against me.

Your orgasm lasts for a good thirty seconds. Your legs give way, and the only thing holding you from falling to the floor is my hand inside you. As you twitch and groan you kept a death grip on my hand with your pussy and asshole. I keep my grip inside you, steer your toward the couch, and lower you to it, face down. All the while I continue to probe and hold you as deeply as I could.

"Fuck me," you gasped. "Do it now, please."

"Soon," I said, "but first, I want to taste you."

You start to raise yourself up from the couch, but I push you down into a low crouch. Your face is flat against the cushion with your knees well apart and your lovely round ass staring me in the face. I pulled you to the edge and kneel on the floor behind you. I lift up so that your ass is raised in front of me. Then I put my thumbs on either side of your swollen lips and pull them apart, opening your cunt like a flower. You let out a low moan and arch your back for me ' presenting your entire pussy for me to ravage. Your inner lips are like glistening coral, and I lick them in long, lingering strokes. I move down and press my tongue against your hard clitoris, and then, very slowly, I worked it back and up across your wet sex to the tip of your tailbone, pausing only briefly at each tender orifice, and coming to rest between your cheeks.

You groan, "Do that again. It feels so incredible!" so I repeat the move, very slowly. This time, I let the tip of my tongue slip inside your pussy, and again tickled your tight little bung. I pause for a second and start all over again. "More," you whimper, and as I worked my way up and down, you reach back with both hands to hold yourself open for me. I grab your hips and press forward, trapping your clitoris between my lips and sucking it into my mouth. I go to work on your firm little bullet, holding it between my lips while I tease it with the tip of my tongue. For several minutes I stroked it, slowly at first, and then building up speed and intensity. Finally, I start circling with the tip of my tongue. Around and around I go, and I can feel you coming to the edge of another orgasm. You start trembling and thrusting, and I hold on to your hips and keep working your clit with my tongue and lips. You let out a sound halfway between a groan and a shriek, and go into a sexual frenzy. I manage to hang on until you're spent.

"Oh God! It's too much. Stop for a minute, please!" I release your hips and lick you from the tip of your clitoris to your twitching little asshole. "Mmmmm," you purr. "I've never felt that before. It was incredible."

"I thought so, too, Caroline. I've never seen a woman cum longer or harder.

I moved up on the couch, and held her for a few minutes as her breathing and heart slowed back to normal. I was feeling pretty pleased with myself. Here I was, still fully clothed, and this incredibly sexy woman had already had two powerful orgasms. We kissed again, long, slow, and deep. "You taste sweet," Caroline said, "just like a hot sex." You smiled at me and asked "Where did you learn your way around a pussy like that?"

I smiled to myself as I thought.... this appointment is still far from over

"Now it's my turn." My mysterious new lover said as she smiled and kissed me slow and deep as she goes to work on my shirt and belt buckle. She reaches inside my pants and pulls my cock up and out. I'm still rock-hard, and she licks her lips in anticipation. "Now, I want you to relax and let me do all the work for a while," Caroline says with a wicked grin. I do as you ask, and you start removing my shirt, kissing my shoulders and chest as you go ' working your way down to my navel. Next you move to the tip of my cock is was peeking out of my open fly where you left it. You take just the head in your mouth, run your tongue around the ridge, and then focus on the underside ... teasing and licking just below the head with just the tip of your tongue for several delicious minutes. You're driving me up the wall as you skillfully work on the most sensitive spot on my cock, and you know exactly what you're doing. Just as I'm really getting totally absorbed in the sensations, you pull away to get my pants out of the way. I raise my hips, and you slid them down past my ass and leave them bunched up around my knees.

Turning your attention back to my cock, and cupping it with one hand, you start licking it slowly from the base to the tip, continuing to pay particular attention to that sweet spot on the underside. Your tongue is wet and soft, and I'm amazed with the delicacy of your movements. You lick my cock with velvet strokes. You are totally focused, and it isn't until I move to put a pillow under my head that you raise your eyes and catch my gaze. You paused briefly, and with a smile in your eyes, take my swollen shaft between your lips and slid the head into your mouth. I can feel your tongue working around the rim, and I see the hollow in your cheeks as you suck. You move to give me a better view ... or maybe so that you can watch my expression, and with one hand cradling my balls and the other wrapped tightly around the base of my cock, you begin sucking my shaft deeper and deeper into your mouth. I can feel the back of your throat, and then you start bobbing your head and pumping me with one hand, all the time squeezing my balls gently and rhythmically with the other. Up to that point, I have been fairly passive, enjoying the show and the sensations it brought, but now I can't help myself, and I start moving with you ... thrusting into your hungry mouth every time you lower your head. You take your hands away and press my hips to the bed. You release my throbbing cock. "I told you that I would do all of the work," you scold. "If you can't keep still, I'm going to stop."

"I'll try," I said breathlessly. "Don't stop, please Caroline."

Enjoying the total control, you purposely ignore my throbbing cock for a few moments while you pull my pants off and tossed them on the floor, and then you push my knees apart and crawl up between my legs. You start kissing the insides of my thighs and licking the area between my balls and my asshole. I am very sensitive there, and it you instantly figure that out. As my cock jumped spasmodically, you suck my balls ever so gently, and then slowly work your way back up to the object of your desire and my most intense pleasure. You take my cock back in your mouth, and I watch it disappear between your lips. I feel your tongue, your cheeks, the back of your throat, and then you push forward more, and I watch your soft, full lips slide down around the base. You move your head from side to side, and the sensations are indescribable. I struggle to keep from moving, not wanting you to quit. I can feel my cock getting even harder as I tense the muscles in my legs and hips to hold myself still. You pull back slowly until those beautiful lips slid across my cockhead, and then you open your mouth wide and push forward, impaling yourself on my steel in one stroke. You closed your lips around it, drew back slowly, and started sucking the full length from tip to base and back again, over and over.

I'm doing my best to lay absolutely still. God, I don't want you to stop. The sensations are exquisite, but I start to lose control. "Oh lord, I'm going to come," I managed to gasp. "I can't stop it." You pull back for a second. "Good, baby. I want you to come. I want you to come hard. Let it go." You smile and put a finger in your mouth, covering it with saliva, and then you went back down on me, taking me deep. I raise my hips to meet your mouth, and I feel you pushing against my tight asshole. With a twist, you slid your slippery finger inside me, encircled the base of my cock with your other hand, and I was trapped. Caroline has me where she wants, and I can do nothing but move to the rhythm she set up with her mouth and hands. I feel the waves of an orgasm break over me, and I come harder than I ever had. You're merciless, and you pump and suck and probe until I can stand it no more and beg you to stop. You pull back, lick your lips, and swallow. Then you crawled up beside me and kissed me deeply. I could taste my own come on your tongue. "I saved you some," you teased.

We were both exhausted and laid there together for some time running our hands over each other's bodies, kissing, and fondling each other's favorite parts. Before long we both knew from the look in the other's eyes that we were both ready for the real thing. Without a word, I climb between your legs and press against your wetness. You raise your legs and bring them around my back to pull me up inside your still very wet and hot cunt. I hold to enter you slowly, inch by delicious inch. I can tell you want it all at once ' fast, deep and furious, but I decide it's my turn to tease you and take control. When I get hard again after coming, I can stay hard and last as long as I wish ... and I was planning on this lasting. Once I'm all the way inside you, I pull all the way back just as slowly, leaving just the head inside your slippery lips. "You bastard," you hissed. "Fuck me, now!!" With that, you lock your strong legs around me and pull me down fully and deeply taking every inch of my rigid shaft deep inside you again. I hold you tightly and can feel the tip of my motionless cock pressing against your cervix.

There is no motion other than the twitching of my staff. I know you can feel it buried in your sex. I look deeply into your eyes, "You better relax and enjoy this, Caroline. I intend to fuck you and make love to you for a long, long time ... my speed, my way. This time I'm in control."

The end!

By CapShroud.