Desk Lust by loyalsock - Sex Stories

Desk Lust by loyalsock

She knelt before him, eyes down cast, not meeting his gaze. She was nude except for her heels, collar and cuffs. As she knelt, she made sure that her legs were slightly spread so he could see her pussy, well shaved and lips parted slightly in arousal. The fire in her ass and shoulders still making her swoon from the flogging he had given her as a reward. She could not look into his eyes now. Especially not now. His gaze had a power over her now that could strip her to her soul and lay her bare before him. She could only look at him when he was looking away and then she gazed in loving awe of him. When he looked back at her however, she had to immediately avert her eyes. She knew he was aware of that and did it just to keep her off guard. She even sensed the smile on his lips as she gazed down at the floor. He reached out and tapped the end table next to him and she quickly sprang to her feet and trotted off to the kitchen. She got his favorite coffee mug down and poured a cup, exactly 4/5 full, leaving room for cream and sugar. She carefully scooped out one and a half spoons of sugar and then added cream until it was just the right color. Sure it was perfect, she trotted back into the room, the scalding cup clasped in both hands. She knelt again and presented him the coffee, bowing her head slightly as she did. He allowed her to sit there a second, the heat of the coffee trying her dedication as she held it out in both hands, safely cool handle pointing to him. Finally he ...

... took it from her and stroked her cheek with a finger. She blushed. Such a simple act and yet she felt like a giggling virgin again when he did it. She heard him sip it and then sigh. At first she was worried it was not right but then he stoked her face again and whispered, &#034Perfect.&#034 And with that word, she felt . . . exalted. It was hard to explain, she felt worthy and useful and pleasing. She blushed and thanked him in a soft, tiny voice. As he sipped his coffee she leaned against his legs. The leather pants tight over his flesh, his hard cock an obvious bulge running down his right thigh. She nuzzled her chin against his erection and rested upon him, his hand slowly stroking her long hair as she did. They sat that way for a long time, he, enjoying his coffee and she, enjoying the feeling of being his. He tapped his cup and she sprang up again, hearing that it was empty she went back to the kitchen at a trot, her ass and tits bouncing as she did. She could feel his eyes on her, hungrily devouring her as she walked away. She made another cup and brought it in to the living room and found him sitting not on his couch, but at his computer desk. He was pulled well back from it and his pants were unlaced, his heavy cock and balls hanging free as he waited for her. She trotted up and handed him the cup and he set it upon the desk and motioned for her to kneel down again. She lowered herself onto her knees until her face was directly in front of his cock. She could smell him, ...