Submitting to Her(7)

She stepped around me, occasionally prodding my body with a toe.

"Not bad, Jones. Tall, dark and handsome - no wonder you have such a reputation with the ladies. Not that there are many around here."

I remained obediently silent. It sounded so different, her using my surname like that. Not as it had been before - she'd always called us by our first names in the office. I supposed everything was different now.

"You've kept yourself vaguely in shape. I'm impressed," she said. "I like your cock. Not the biggest I've ever seen, but it looks like a good size."

With the tip of her foot, she toyed with my aforementioned good size.

"You know, I haven't had sex in a while," she said. "I've been so busy, so stressed ever since I've worked here. No time to go out, no time to find a boyfriend. Stressed - and that's been because you've made my life so difficult."

She leaned over suddenly, flexing like a gymnast, and now she was running her pert little nose along the rigid shaft of my cock, feeling it out for herself.

Then she looked up at my face, said: "I think it's only right you should compensate me for that stress, don't you think, Jones?"

I croaked a yes, figuring it was a question, I was allowed to answer.

She smiled. "So maybe I have found a use for you in my team, after all."

She stepped over me now, so that she stood directly above my face, high-heeled shoes either side of my head. She unfastened her skirt from around her waist, and there was her stunning pussy, in all its glory.

"So," she said. "I think our new deal needs two components, right? One - you do exactly as I tell you, you manage your team as well as if you were head of department yourself. And, secondly, you compensate me for the stress you've put me under for the past six months."

She lowered her body now, slowly, so that I could see the muscles tensing in her shapely thighs. I craned my head upwards, craving more of her sweet elixir. With a little chuckle, she wiggled her hips as her stunning kitty edged closer and closer to my mouth, taunting me. I was inhaling her dark, spicy aroma with every breath, and loving it.

Then, at last, she touched down, and I was given another taste of her exquisite juices.

"Oh God..." she moaned as I ran my tongue from the base of her pussy all the way to the top under her clit, tasting her, reveling in the intense heat and profuse moisture of her tender folds.

She didn't leave me to control it, though. She was soon starting up a gentle rocking motion so that her pussy rubbed over my mouth and nose - using me as an object. I adored being used by her. My face slippery with her arousal as she moved over me, wedging me in between her thighs.

I have no idea how long I was there, lying on the floor of her office, treated like some kind of inanimate replacement for a firm pillow as she ground her hot wetness down on me. Zoey seemed focused solely on getting herself off, it was so unbelievably sexy. I could hear her gasping and doing her best to stifle her cries as she rode my face like a racehorse.

I hoped she was getting her long-awaited release, though I would have been happy to continue all night if she needed.

"Everything okay in there?" a voice came in through the door - female and sporting a slight accent.

The cleaner.

Zoey picked herself up, stretching her leg muscles as though warming down after a workout. She said through the door: "Uh... yes, Giselle." And I thought the fact she knew the cleaner's name was a bad signal about the amount of time she'd been putting in at work recently. "I'm working late again - just accidentally stubbed my toe on the desk."

"Oh... okay, Ms Schoenberg. I will just clean in your office later."

Could the cleaner detect anything through the door? The scent of Zoey's aroused pussy was gloriously thick in the air.

She waited a moment, looked down at me with a finger at her lips ordering me to be quiet. I saw her wander over to her desk, and as she ventured behind it, I couldn't see what she was doing.

Then, we heard the vacuum start up again some way away.

Zoey returned, stepping over me again, kneeling, lowering herself so that spectacular pussy was closing in on my face again, this time with breathtaking speed. My head was locked firmly in place in such a tight confine it was hard to breathe. She held my hair with one hand as I focused as much on sucking in oxygen as I did dealing with her copious moisture.

Her rocking on my face eventually subsided to a subtle motion that was not much more than a vibration. I suspected she had found a good position to lodge her clit against my nose, but while her pace had eased a little, her breathing deepened into loud panting. I could hardly see anything, of course, but felt like I'd never been anywhere so hot, so liquid, so tantalizing for the senses.