Office Pet

But every day, around the same time I’d watch Reese make her way to one of the more private restrooms for about ten or fifteen minutes. When she’d reappear, she would always have flushed cheeks and a satisfied cat-who-ate-the-cream look on her face. Now that I’d had a front-row seat, how the fuck was I supposed to focus on work when I knew what she got up to on a daily basis under my roof?

For too many hours, I’d imagined what her tits looked like. My imagination hadn’t done them justice. Her breasts were creamy and huge with rose nipples, and from the way she pulled and pinched her nipples, I could tell they were one of her erogenous zones. She had even talked about nipple clamps. She liked being rough with herself, and that made her even more attractive. There was nothing more beautiful or appealing than a woman who loved rough, hard sex.

The fantasies that she shared with me popped into my mind. She wanted—she craved being tied up and helpless. I would gladly bind her and stick my dick down her narrow throat. I tried to imagine what that would look like: her pouty pink lips surrounding my thick cock as it filled her mouth and throat and made her blushing cheeks puff out. Her blue eyes would plead for me to fuck her face, her delicate heart-shaped face with high cheekbones and a sharp jawline. She would look innocent and dirty with my cock stuck in her mouth, like the hungry little pet she is.

Reese’s performance tonight showed me she wasn’t afraid to give up control and let a man take charge, but she also wasn’t scared to stand up for herself. I smirked. Simon’s busted nose was proof of that.

I pictured how she’d splayed herself wide for my perusal. How she’d flicked her swollen clit back and forth, and how she wasn’t ashamed at pleasuring herself or vocalizing that pleasure.

My pants felt too tight. I unzipped them and pulled out my long cock. It was begging for release. I gripped it tightly, pumping my hand up and down on my shaft. Using my thumb, I traced circles around my base and pulled my other hand close to cup my balls.

When I sucked Reese’s fingers and tasted her essence, it was all I could do not to bend her over and fuck her from behind. As tempted as I was, fucking her was something I would wait to do. Waiting would make it better. I would string her along till we both were desperate for release. Our first time together would be thrilling and exciting for both of us, and I would make sure it was something neither of us would ever forget.

Not giving up its throbbing plea for attention, my dick continued to pulse. Relenting, I rubbed my hand over my dickhead, pulling the precum down to dampen my shaft. My swollen cock was more than ready.

When I squeezed and ran my hand up my length, an involuntary moan fell from my lips. If I wasn’t careful, I would lose it like an inexperienced schoolboy watching his first porno.

Using a tight grip, I began to stroke harder. My balls tingled and filled, and the pressure in my lower back increased to dangerous levels. Then I remembered Reese’s panties.

I stopped stroking and strangled the base of my dick to hold off my climax. Jerking off to thoughts of Reese wasn’t something to be rushed.

When the danger of coming had passed, I got up, dick in hand, and walked over to my coat. I retrieved Reese’s red satin panties from a pocket and held them to my face. I could still smell her. The scent of her arousal was musky and sweet.

Bringing my hand down, I ran the silky material over my hard cock teasing myself a bit. The lightest brush of the satin was enough to push me to my limits again. That and the thought that these little panties had touched Reese’s pussy. They had held and cupped her sex as she got wetter with each suggestion and order I made.

I slumped down onto the couch in my home office. The leather was cool against my sweating back. Opening my legs wide and sliding forward, I resumed my work. The satin of her panties slid softly up and down my shaft. I remembered the way she bit her lip. The way she moaned. The way her hips gyrated. How wet and swollen she was.

My breathing increased along with the speed of my hand. Fuck. I couldn’t stop the inevitable. It was like I was at the top of the world’s highest roller-coaster about to go into free fall.

My balls filled to bursting and my hand pumped harder and faster as I hurtled to the end of the ride. Reese’s name spilled from my lips along with several curses, and for a nanosecond, my mind went blank followed by an eruption of hot come spurting over my hand.