Slowly, I open my eyes as I feel my cock twitching inside my pants, boiling blood rushing to it and making it hard. You’d think that my cock would be exhausted after such an intense night (and morning), but you’d be wrong. I don’t tire easily. Still, it isn’t like me to get hard during working hours; I usually know how to draw a line between business and pleasure. I guess Daphne came and blurred that line.
Going up to my feet, I walk across my office and, fishing a small key out of my pocket, I slide it inside the lock on the door and turn it. I stop for a few seconds, just staring emptily at the door. Am I really doing this? Locking myself inside a room like some horny teenager? This isn’t like me. But then I remember how her lips tasted…
Oh, well.
Strutting back to my chair, I sink down on it and run my tongue between my lips. Throwing my head back, I close my eyes and slide one hand down my stomach and to the bulging shape now tenting my pants. Massaging my cock, I let it become even harder as I submit to the burning need that has taken over both my mind and body.
Remembering how it felt to push Daphne’s skirt and thong down her legs, her naked body revealing itself for the first time, I finally let go of my cock and start unbuckling my belt. I hold my breath as I do it, my cock pulsing hard against the fabric that holds it down. Unzipping my pants, my cock pushes even harder against my boxer briefs, tenting them as a pole and threatening to rip my underwear into shreds. Before that can happen, I raise my ass from the chair a few inches and pull both my pants and boxer briefs down to my knees, my cock springing free in a heartbeat, drops of pre-cum already glistening on its tip.
I’m really doing this, I think to myself as I reach for my cock, slowly curling my fingers around my thick shaft. Closing my eyes once more, I imagine that it’s Daphne’s hand on my cock, her delicate small fingers struggling to grab it. Oh, I’d pay good money for that to be true right now.
Moving as if my body can only do it in slow motion, I start flicking my wrist, stroking my cock with the patience of someone who wants this moment to last forever. Because, if there’s anything half as good as enjoying Daphne’s body, it’s imagining I’m enjoying it. Sure, it pales in comparison to the real thing, but it’s better than anything else. To be honest with you, I doubt that the hottest woman in the world could make me forget about Daphne right now. I wouldn’t even look twice at her; I’d just go back to my loyal hand and to my imagination. It’s kinda sad when I say it like that, but it doesn’t make it any less true.
Pursing my lips and breathing faster now, I let my hand start working on my cock at a growing rhythm, my curled fingers sliding up and down the length of my cock. I let my unconscious mind dictate the movements of my hand, my conscious one busy with imagining how it’d feel to have Daphne on her knees right now, hiding under my desk as she ran her tongue up and down my shaft. I shiver as I see it, in my mind’s eye, her luscious lips going for the tip of my cock and wrapping themselves around it. God, she does know how to use that mouth of hers…!
The first time I came with her I just wanted to do it in her mouth, to have my cock pulse against her tongue as I gushed my load into her. And that’s exactly how I did it, and she replied by taking every single drop of my seed, her hungry lips and tongue taking my cock by assault.
Just thinking of that is almost enough to make me cum. But I’m not ready for that… at least not yet. I went to the trouble of locking myself inside my office, and I’ll enjoy every single second of this. No rushing.
I slow down my stroking motion and in my mind’s eye Daphne is now standing in front of me, her smart eyes locked on mine. I smile to myself as I watch her pushing the straps of her dress down her shoulders, the fabric sliding down her body and revealing her curves to me. I feel my throat growing dry as I imagine the seductive lingerie she’d probably be wearing if all this were true, and my cock throbs against my fingers once more, threatening to explode. I slow down even more, wanting to prolong the moment, and exhale sharply as I throw my head back and sink further into the chair.
Mentally undressing Daphne, I peel her black lace lingerie off her body, every inch of her smooth skin calling to me. I imagine her pink pussy lips between her thighs, the wetness there making my whole body burn.
It’s almost funny, but I don’t even remember the last time I masturbated. It must've been more than a year ago. Seriously. It’s not like I’m bragging, but I always have an eager partner whenever I need my urges sated. But now, after what happened between Daphne and I, I don’t think that any woman in the world would be able to satisfy this hunger that has grown inside of me. Unless we’re talking about her, that is—only Daphne would be enough to satisfy me.