Ride The Storm

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his eyes before laying my head onto his desk, waiting for him.
    “ I’m your gift Storm” I whispered; “I’m your special surprise.”
     
    Standing against his desk, feeling the hard wood against my stomach - I looked out over his room. Everything seemed so peaceful, so serene. The temperature in the room seemed to drop by a few degrees, the wind whistling in through the open window - sending some of his paperwork fluttering across the floor.
     
    My eyes followed the pages as they flew across the room - my attentions taken away from my client for the first time - I was unaware that he was walking behind me until I felt his hot breath on my neck.
     
    “ Who sent you” he said, pacing the floor behind me. “Who was it?”
     
    “ I don’t know the name” I said, truthfully. “All I know is that he paid in full - and that you’re a very lucky man.”
     
    As I heard his heavy footsteps behind me I felt a level of desire overwhelm me - a level that I’ve never before felt for any of my clients. I wanted him. I needed to feel his cock inside of me.
     
    I arched my back, breathing slowly - not wanting to be easy but wanting to show him that I was more than ready for him. My skin bristling wherever his breath hit me, my pussy starting to wetten - my desire so high for him.
     
    “ Do whatever you want” I whispered, my voice shaking, my nipples starting to harden through my thin shirt. My legs instinctively opening, my stance altering - my hands gripping onto his desk as I realized that I was about to reveal to him how I felt. “I want you Storm. I want you to take me. I want to taste you.”
     
    I turned, coming face to face with him. The silence in the room was deafening, our eyes locked as a thousand unspoken words flowed between us.
     
    “ Kiss me” he said in that sexy, husky voice of his. “Take me. Make me yours.”
     
    I placed my hands on his chest, feeling his short breaths - running my fingernails down the buttons of his shirt. This man, this wonderful man was putty in my hands - his eyes watching my hands before meeting my gaze as I leaned into him, my mouth open to meet his.
     
    Our tongues met, a wonderful and toxic mixture of emotions colliding as our muscles met - licking and slurping, biting and caressing - tasting, feeling each other. His hands grasping at my back, moving slowly to my ass as I held his head in my hands, pulling him closer to me.
     
    I gasped as his hands reached my ass, kneading my flesh gently through my skirt - pulling my cheeks apart. His passion intense as our lips smacked against each other, our tongues reaching deep into our mouths. I wanted him so badly as his fingers gripped onto me, my pussy gushing as I pushed my groin onto his - feeling his hard cock through his clothing.
     
    Clothing that was fast becoming very inconvenient.
     
    I broke from his mouth, kissing his cheeks, his chin - still cradling his head in my hands as I began to allow my legs to buckle - as I began to slide down his body. His hands rising up my body as I lowered myself down his - feeling his fingers grasp at my clothing as I sank. He grabbed the fabric of my shirt and tugged it over my head as I reached my destination - kneeling on the floor, now topless - faced with his groin.
     
    I placed my hands on his stiffness, feeling his pulsating cock through his pants. He felt so thick, so hard - so ready for my wet mouth. Unzipping him carefully, my eyes rising to meet his - I placed my slender fingers inside his opening, feeling for my prize.
     
    He groaned a soft moan as I pulled his cock away from his pants, allowing it to bob in front of my mouth. I looked in wonder at it for a moment, allowing the glistening head to mesmerize me - to tease me. Grabbing his thick shaft with my left hand I brought my right to his balls - stroking his length while pulling at his sack. Making him even harder - even thicker, even more ready for me. Not that I could wait any longer myself, of course. This

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