A Lust Letter

I thought I was getting a love letter. What I got was a lust letter, equally divine.

Thinking of You

I miss you when you're away. Even when you're just off at work, I often find myself thinking of you. Sometimes it's something mundane. An errand that needs to be done. A bit of business I need to share. More often though, it's a yearning. I find myself daydreaming about the things I want to do to you. I imagine showing up unannounced. I step into your office and shut the door behind me. I make sure you notice that I haven't locked it. Anyone could walk in at any time. Your assistant. A colleague. Your boss. We're not safe here. I know how much you like that. You start to greet me; asking what I'm doing there. I put one finger to my lips, shushing you as I step over to your desk, you still in your chair. I reach down and take your hand, pressing it against my pants so that you can feel my hard cock through the cloth. You slide your hand across the fabric, smiling up at me.

In real life, I'm rock hard now, rubbing myself through my pants as I imagine you doing the same in your office. I'm so stiff now. I can't wait anymore. I unzip, setting my huge cock free.

Sitting in your chair, you're at just the right height. You unzip my pants, pulling them down to grasp my throbbing cock. I love that look of surprised joy as you see it; always amazed at how rigid you can make me. You take it in your hand, staring at it with longing, then shift your gaze up to me. "It's so hard," you say. I raise my finger to my mouth again. "Shhhh." As I make the sound, I touch the head to your crimson lipstick, pressing forward gently until you open your mouth, taking me deep inside.

A moan explodes from me as I stroke my shaft, flicking my hand back and forth over the tip. Imagining your lips wrapped around me always sends shivers down my legs and up my spine.

You suck hard on my cock, looking up at me as you cup my balls in one hand, stroking the base with the other. I thrust against you, lost in my craving, and see your eyes begin to water as the tip of my cock massages the back of your throat. Incredibly, you just press your lips further down my shaft, taking all of me into your mouth and throat. When you finally come up for air, taking in a deep, gulping breath, lines of saliva leave me connected to you. I pull you to your feet, turning you so that your ass is pressed against the edge of your desk, allowing me to sit down your chair, my long, gorgeous cock still dripping with your saliva.

I lift your skirt and see that you've worn the sheer satin panties I love so much. It's not just the lovely shade of pink that gets me going; it's the fact that when they get wet, like they are now, I can see the outline of your lips through them. They're sopping wet already, so soaked through they're translucent. I slip them to one side and put my mouth on you, filling my nose with your sweet, musky scent. My tongue immediately finds your swollen clit and I hear you suppress a moan. If anyone came in right now, they'd see you on the edge of your desk, your head thrown back, mouth open in an O of pleasure as you run your fingers through my hair.

My hand speeds up now, pumping faster and faster as I imagine giving you pleasure. Nothing turns me on more than watching you squirm; knowing I'm making you feel so good. I feel myself getting closer now, my breath coming in short, ragged gasps.

You writhe and whimper, biting back a scream as your juices gush into my mouth, streaming down my neck. I can feel rivulets of your cum making their way under my shirt, through the hair on my chest. I stand up, my untouched cock still wet with your saliva and thrust myself deep inside your slick, creamy hole. This is what I was waiting for. I feel myself explode inside you, filling you up with my hot, pulsing cum.

My cock explodes, squirting up onto my belly, more making my hand slick as I continue stroking up and down. It keeps on coming, pulsing out with every throb, coating my hand and cock in sticky, white juices. I'm too lost in the moment to think about the mess.

You lick my face, my mouth, my neck, cleaning your juices off me so that I'll be able to leave your office without what we've done being written all over my glistening face. You do the same for my cock, not a word spoken. Once I'm able to walk again, I slip out of your office, leaving the door open in hopes that the smell of our coupling will dissipate before your colleagues join you for your three o'clock. Your assistant looks at me, raising an eyebrow. I smile and give her a wink, heading home to wait for more.

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