frustratingly just out of reach, I take my right hand off of Stark’s thigh and move it between my legs. My index finger easily locates my clit and it doesn’t take long before I’m rocking that desk hard. I remind myself that the cock inside of me belongs to Mason Stark and that instantly detonates an intense orgasm. My body explodes with pleasure and causes me to cry out more loudly than I expected, surge after surge flowing through me as I continue to stroke myself while moving up and down on that incredibly rigid cock.
Slowly I come back to earth, breathing heavily. As I settle back down onto Stark, my pussy spasms and clenches his hard shaft. My entire body feels like a seltzer tablet dropped in water. I revel in the sensation until I feel a hand on my lower back, softly stroking it.
Fun’s over — it’s time to seal this deal.
I gradually lift off of Stark, giving him ample time to watch his engorged cock slide out of me, then I swing my leg over him and climb down off the desk.
Grabbing his slippery cock at the base, I marvel in its firmness. If I ever settle down, I want a man who gets this hard at the thought of having sex with me. I slowly slide my hand upwards, lingering at the head before letting go completely.
“Time to go, Mason,” I say matter-of-factly as I walk off to locate my panties.
Stark lifts up on his elbows. “You’re fucking with me.”
I smile as I slide my panties on and say, “I was, but now I’m done. That’s all for now. You can have more if you win the bet.”
He’s stupefied. “You’re serious,” he says when I pick up my dress.
“Very much so, but I thank you for a lovely dinner and a tremendous orgasm.” I slip the dress on and smooth it out over my body. The poor man is almost speechless.
“What about mine?” he asks with a scowl.
“You can take care of that yourself later if you want. But I’m done and need to get some sleep.”
Looking at his cock, still engorged and begging for release, I add, “Nice cock you’ve got there. I’ll bet Mona loved it.”
Now I’m sure I’ve pissed him off. He climbs down behind the desk and pushes my chair aside. I watch him from the opposite side as I zip my dress. Stark takes his cock in his hand and silently begins to stroke it. Still covered in my juices, his tight grip slides easily over it. It’s such a fascinating, provocative sight that it takes me a few seconds to realize what his intentions are.
“Really, Mason?” I ask.
His hand gradually picks up speed. “Oh yes, Claire.”
“Knock yourself out,” I say. Because this entire night has been such a strange test of wills, I feel compelled to counter him. “Mind if I watch?”
He doesn’t answer, but his hand is a blur and I know he’s close. I stand a few feet from the desk across from him and stare at the inflamed head of his cock. A few stifled moans follow, then he suddenly erupts, a stream of cum flying over the desk and landing on the hardwood floor next to my foot. The rest finds its target, though, as Stark unloads his frustration across the surface of my desk.
Then he wordlessly gets dressed. When he catches me watching as he tucks his cock into his boxer briefs, he responds with a dismissive smirk. Tie draped around his neck, he approaches me and plants a kiss on my cheek. He smells like cologne and sex as he looks me in the eye.
“This was an interesting first date, Claire.”
He walks away, stopping momentarily at the door.
“I am so looking forward to your stay at my house,” he says with a grin before making his departure.
I crack the door and watch as Stark exits through the office’s glass outer doors, then return to my desk to look at his handiwork. I don’t know what’s more impressive, the sheer volume he expelled or the gall it took to do that. I walk to the break room and grab some paper towels and a dishrag, then return to clean off my desk and floor. As I do so, I break into a big grin thinking about what occurred
Slowly I come back to earth, breathing heavily. As I settle back down onto Stark, my pussy spasms and clenches his hard shaft. My entire body feels like a seltzer tablet dropped in water. I revel in the sensation until I feel a hand on my lower back, softly stroking it.
Fun’s over — it’s time to seal this deal.
I gradually lift off of Stark, giving him ample time to watch his engorged cock slide out of me, then I swing my leg over him and climb down off the desk.
Grabbing his slippery cock at the base, I marvel in its firmness. If I ever settle down, I want a man who gets this hard at the thought of having sex with me. I slowly slide my hand upwards, lingering at the head before letting go completely.
“Time to go, Mason,” I say matter-of-factly as I walk off to locate my panties.
Stark lifts up on his elbows. “You’re fucking with me.”
I smile as I slide my panties on and say, “I was, but now I’m done. That’s all for now. You can have more if you win the bet.”
He’s stupefied. “You’re serious,” he says when I pick up my dress.
“Very much so, but I thank you for a lovely dinner and a tremendous orgasm.” I slip the dress on and smooth it out over my body. The poor man is almost speechless.
“What about mine?” he asks with a scowl.
“You can take care of that yourself later if you want. But I’m done and need to get some sleep.”
Looking at his cock, still engorged and begging for release, I add, “Nice cock you’ve got there. I’ll bet Mona loved it.”
Now I’m sure I’ve pissed him off. He climbs down behind the desk and pushes my chair aside. I watch him from the opposite side as I zip my dress. Stark takes his cock in his hand and silently begins to stroke it. Still covered in my juices, his tight grip slides easily over it. It’s such a fascinating, provocative sight that it takes me a few seconds to realize what his intentions are.
“Really, Mason?” I ask.
His hand gradually picks up speed. “Oh yes, Claire.”
“Knock yourself out,” I say. Because this entire night has been such a strange test of wills, I feel compelled to counter him. “Mind if I watch?”
He doesn’t answer, but his hand is a blur and I know he’s close. I stand a few feet from the desk across from him and stare at the inflamed head of his cock. A few stifled moans follow, then he suddenly erupts, a stream of cum flying over the desk and landing on the hardwood floor next to my foot. The rest finds its target, though, as Stark unloads his frustration across the surface of my desk.
Then he wordlessly gets dressed. When he catches me watching as he tucks his cock into his boxer briefs, he responds with a dismissive smirk. Tie draped around his neck, he approaches me and plants a kiss on my cheek. He smells like cologne and sex as he looks me in the eye.
“This was an interesting first date, Claire.”
He walks away, stopping momentarily at the door.
“I am so looking forward to your stay at my house,” he says with a grin before making his departure.
I crack the door and watch as Stark exits through the office’s glass outer doors, then return to my desk to look at his handiwork. I don’t know what’s more impressive, the sheer volume he expelled or the gall it took to do that. I walk to the break room and grab some paper towels and a dishrag, then return to clean off my desk and floor. As I do so, I break into a big grin thinking about what occurred
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