The Entree
THE ENTREE
Tomás
This is easily the most unprofessional thing I have ever done! Fucking a customer on opening night in my restaurant? Yeah easily, but I was drawn to her the moment she was shown to her table. She looked like a desert flower, beautiful, delicate and deadly all wrapped up in an incredibly sexy package. However, I would have never acted on it but it seems as though fate had her own plans. I will have to talk to the staff about checking everything at night before we close. Had any of them checked the bathrooms like they were supposed to she wouldn’t have gotten locked in here and I wouldn’t be about to bend her over this desk.
Her breath comes out in pants against my neck as I carry her into the office. Her hand job was spectacular, such a simple thing done to perfection and she takes instructions like she was made for it. I set her on the desk and stand between her legs, my hand cradles the curve of her jaw, my thumb brushing gently against her skin as I lean in. There’s a moment of quiet, the air between us charged and humming with anticipation. My lips find hers softly at first, testing, as if memorizing the shape of her mouth.
The kiss deepens, slow and unhurried, each movement deliberate yet tender. My fingers slide to the back of her neck, drawing her closer as if the space between us feels too wide. Her hands rest lightly on my chest, feeling the steady rhythm of my heart beneath her fingertips.
It’s not just the kiss—it’s the way our breaths mingle, the way she melts into me, and the way I can’t seem to pull away. Even when I do, my forehead lingers near hers, and when our eyes meet, there’s something in her gaze that makes me sure I won’t forget this. Not now. Not ever.
“Now’s your chance, you can walk away now, or better yet I can return the favor and make you cum without fucking you and you can go home. But if you stay on this desk in this office, I am going to fuck you, more than once, in every available opening, multiple times. The choice is yours,” I offer, wanting to give her an out just in case she is not sure or changed her mind.
“I’m not going anywhere,” she says, her chin jutting out defiantly.
“What’s your name Kitten?” I ask, realizing we never gave each other our names.
“Call me KeKe.”
“I’m Tomas,” I tell her as I pull open the drawer to my desk and pull out the new box of condoms, but she snatches the box out of my hand, ripping it open, taking a condom out of the package. She slides it down my length with practiced precision sheathing me in seconds. I slap her hands out of the way, I take the head and began rubbing her clit, a moan immediately slipping from her lips. I swipe the desk clear, “you’re not wet enough, lay back,” I tell her, guiding her so she lies on the desk with her legs hanging off. Taking a seat in my chair I pull up and grab her legs placing her foot on either arm rest. “Open,” I say, slapping her inner thighs before pushing them apart. “Get that ass to the edge Kitten. I was so busy making sure everyone else ate tonight that I missed eating anything, but I plan to change that now,” I tell her seconds before leaning down, dragging my tongue from her ass to her clit. Her back arches off the desk as my tongue roots around her pussy, tasting, exploring and giving her pleasure. “I could eat you all day. Hold her open for me,” I tell her, my face wet with her cream. As soon as her hands pulls her lips open, I’m back to sucking her pussy. I took my time licking her everywhere—no place was forbidden for my tongue and mouth to explore. She was fucking delicious, and I enjoyed and savored every tasty drop that I could get my mouth on. Even sucking her cum off of her fingers, hoarding all of her goodness for myself, unwilling to share or let any go to waste on her fingers.
The tremors started softly, faintly and I knew her orgasm was getting ready to make its entrance. I rub my fingers in the wetness that is everywhere to help slip my fingers inside her pussy and asshole as my mouth latches onto her clit. Her ass is jumping all over the top of the desk and her head thrashes from side to side as the pleasure steadily builds inside of her. The room is full of sounds, her moans, my groans and the sloshing sound my fingers are making fucking her. Her hands are slapping at the desk: she long ago gave up holding herself open for me. Slipping another finger inside of her pussy, causes her orgasm to slam into her unexpectedly. My ears are damn near ringing from her slamming her legs closed on my head.
I pry her legs open, reluctantly pulling away from my new favorite treat. “I could eat you all day, but I got other plans.” I pull her off the desk, to stand on unsteady legs, spin her around and push her face down on the desk. I pull one of her legs up on the desk, line my dick up and slide inside of her, stuffing her with every single inch of me.
“Oh fuck!” she screams out.
“Breathe baby, you can take me just breathe,” I coach her, and go to work.
KeKe
I think I might have bitten off more than I can chew. He’s barely started and I am ready to tap out. He ate my pussy like it’s his nine to five job and his rent is due. I had several little orgasms before that monster hit me and this bastard didn’t even give me thirty seconds to recover before he had me face down and ass up on this desk. I swear I feel him in my diaphragm. He's so damn deep but he feels so damn good. He’s filling every nook and cranny I got and a few I didn’t know existed. And if that isn’t bad enough, he’s a talker, he has a nasty, filthy, dirty mouth and I love it. My husband crosses my mind briefly but I push him to the recesses of my mind, ’cause fuck him.
“Tomas, please,” I beg but I have no idea what I am begging for, but he seems to know what I want. “You feel that? My digging you out? Mmm... just like that,” he says and I feel his balls slapping against my folds with each brutal thrust of his hips. He is fucking me full stop, and giving me no quarter. I’m clawing at the desk so much that I am worried about breaking one of my nails off. I grab the front edge of the desk and pull trying to move away a bit from his thrusts. My clit is grinding on the desk, my nipples are dragging across the surface and he’s behind me: my body is in overload. I pull an inch away from him, “Oww!” I yell out, when his hand comes down on my ass.
“You wanted this remember, you practically begged for it, so take it like I’m giving it to you. Open this beautiful body up and let me play,”
Oh gawd! I think but I hold as still as I can while he is expertly fucking me on his desk. I feel him shift to the right, but when he pushes back inside of me, Oh fuck! I don’t know whether I want to run, cry, cum or all of the above but my body makes the decision for me. My palms scraped against the cold wood of the desk, splinters biting into my skin as I clawed for the edge. My breaths come in short, ragged gasps, and a euphoric cry slips past my throat as my knees slid awkwardly across the smooth surface. Fingers scrambled desperately, slipping as I search for anything—anything—to pull me just a little farther.
Behind me, I could hear his moans, deliberate thud of his thrusts, each one vibrating through my chest like a countdown. He bends over my back stretching over me, hard and heavy, holding me in place, and taking what little hope I had left.
“I can’t,” I choked out, barely audible, my voice trembling as much as my body as the orgasm takes hold of me. My fingers closed around the edge of the desk, gripping it tightly as if I could will myself to keep breathing as wave after wave of pure pleasure courses through me. My whole body is shaking. As my strength slips away, I lay my head on the desk, the tears dripping on the wood and acrylic surface, I am cumming, crying, drooling, and on the verge of passing out.