9. David
9
DAVID
I had crossed the line the minute I opened my laptop to hunt up that video again. I found it one day last week, and it did something to me the instant I saw that woman’s face and how much she looked like Lauren. It just got stuck in my mind. Now Lauren stood in front of me with an order to strip for me, and my dick was already halfway to rock hard.
“Dr. Park, I…” Lauren’s subtle protest only made me want it more.
“I said, strip, and that’s an order.” I reaffirmed my stance, though I knew just how risky this was—at work, on the clock. But my need for this, right now, eclipsed everything else.
Luckily, she didn’t question me further. Instead, with shaking fingers, she undid the buttons of her lab coat one by one. The anticipation of what lay beneath was killing me, and I shifted in my seat to hide my growing erection. Her blouse followed next, revealing a sexy red lace bra that hugged her breasts in a way that made them look just as soft and lush as the woman in that video.
This was better than I expected, or maybe exactly what I expected. Her creamy skin was virgin, not kissed by the sun in any way, and her red hair waved around, dangling across her tits so perfectly I thought I’d died and gone to heaven. But she wasn’t stripping. She was merely undressing, and it didn’t match the fantasy in my head.
“Haven’t you ever seen a stripper, Dr. Newhouse?” I asked, and with an edge to my tone I said, “Dance. Move those hips.” My hand unconsciously went to my crotch, rubbing the heel of my hand over the growing lump there. It was erotic as she awkwardly began to sway her hips, but it just wasn't enough.
"Play some music," I commanded, thinking that music might help her get into it more. She fumbled with her phone for a moment before some slow, sultry song began to play. It was better, much better. The rhythm of the bass pulsating through my veins seemed to ignite something in Lauren too because she started grinding against my desk—slowly at first, but then faster and faster with each passing beat. Her hands traveled up her thighs, to the fly of her slacks, and I felt my heart pound in my ears as she slid them down her legs, revealing red G-string panties that were soaked through with arousal. My cock throbbed in response, ready to burst out of my pants.
"That's better," I purred, unable to keep the desire out of my voice any longer. "Now, spin around. Show me your butt.”
Without an ounce of resistance, Lauren did as she was told, presenting me with a sight I'd only ever dreamed of—her firm, round cheeks quivering slightly as she ground against the desk. My restraint evaporated at that moment and I yanked open my pants, revealing my rock-hard cock straining to be freed. At this point, any semblance of professionalism that had once existed between us had vanished completely. All that mattered now was seeing how far we could take this depraved fantasy.
“My God, your body is exquisite.” I wrapped my hand around my dick and stroked lightly as she continued to gyrate and shake her body. As she turned around, I snapped, “No, I said I want the backside right now.”
Lauren’s body tensed, and she resumed her position bent over in front of me. “Sorry, Doctor. Is this better?” Her playful tone as she ran her hands up over her hips and around her backside only got me going more. I stroked harder and faster, working myself up.
“Much better,” I breathed, my voice gravelly with lust. “Now, do as I say. I Want you to spread those cheeks for me.” Lauren hesitated for a split second before gripping her hips and parting her cheeks as wide as she could manage, revealing her wet, glistening pussy hidden behind a thread of material. A wave of anticipation washed over me as my dick throbbed even harder against my hand.
“That’s it,” I crooned. "Now, I want you to take your panties off, and once you do that, I want you to use them to tease yourself. Show me just how wet you really are for me."
“Oh, but you didn’t say the magic words,” she chided as she slipped a finger under the waistband of the panties. Those thick curves were so tantalizing, I almost got up to touch her, but she remained deliciously out of reach as she taunted me.
“This isn’t a game, Dr. Newhouse. I gave you an order.” My cock was so swollen it hurt, the skin burning from being stretched so tightly I thought it would tear. She had a hold on me, and all I could think about was getting to the edge and staying there as long as possible.
She did as she was told—finally—and the moment those red panties were in her hands, I thought I'd burst from the anticipation alone. Slowly, agonizingly so, Lauren ran the damp fabric up her thighs, over her mound, and then between her legs where she began to rub herself in circles and mop up all those delicious juices. The sight of her touching herself while looking over her shoulder into my eyes sent a surge of warmth to my groin, and my cock twitched in response.
“My God, that’s sexy.” I stroked harder, now feeling the tension and pressure mounting. If I did this much longer, I’d nut in my hand, but that wouldn't do. Such an obedient little minx deserved to enjoy this too. “Now the bra,” I barked, slowing my strokes. I wanted to keep myself right here at the height of arousal now, and Lauren was just what the doctor ordered.
“But Dr. Park, don’t you think this will be really bad if someone sees?” She wasn’t protesting as much as she was playing into the strange fetish I’d suddenly discovered.
“Oh, I think we both know that’s part of the thrill,” I purred, a fiendish grin spreading across my face. “Now take it off or else I’ll do it for you.”
Slowly, Lauren shrugged out of the bra and spun around, revealing her pert, perky breasts and hard pink nipples. “You like what you see?” she purred, playing the part of the seductress to a tee. My heart was racing. My blood pressure was probably sky high.
“I do,” I growled low in my throat. “Now, I want you to suck your own nipples—both of them at once. Show me how naughty my good girl can be.”
Her eyebrows rose slightly as I started to stroke again, and I could already see the protest forming on her lips. “But Dr. Park, I?—”
“Now!” I snapped.
Lauren’s face flushed beet red, but she did as I said nonetheless, tucking her chin down and taking a nipple into her mouth like the obedient girl she’d become. The sight of her painted nails gently raking across her flawless skin pushed my buttons. My balls ached with need, and I could feel the tension coiling low in my abdomen.
“That’s it… just like that,” I moaned, moving my hand faster now as Lauren moaned around her own nipple, the vibrations setting off a cacophony of sensations throughout my body. “I want to see those hips grind… yes. Rub your clit for me. Show me how wet you are.”
She did as I commanded, arching her back and rocking her hips in a sensual dance. Her mouth popped off her tit, but her hand expertly kneaded it. The puddle between her legs caught the light, and I could see how turned on she was. The way her body rolled like a wave on the sea made me wish I were recording this for later. Her fingers dipped between her thighs and smeared her juices around, but when she brought her fingers to her mouth, I had to stop stroking or I would have blown right there.
“My God, woman. You’re driving me insane. I want to taste you,” I groaned through gritted teeth, my patience at its limit.
She walked around the end of my desk and straddled my lap, her wet center tantalizingly close to my cock. “Well, then, what are you waiting for? Eat me out, doctor. Unless you don’t have the appetite.” Long, languid breaths made her chest rise and fall as my hands rested on her thighs.
This was it. I was really doing this—with her—right now. No longer a fantasy, now a real-life experience. My throat closed up as I tried to speak, and I had to cough to clear it.
“Bend over my desk right now.”
“Make me,” she purred, walking her fingers up my chest. “You know you want to.”
“Oh, I have an appetite, alright,” I growled, leaning forward and claiming Lauren’s nipple in my mouth while my hand guided her hips closer to me. As my tongue swirled around her hardened nub, my other hand slipped between her thighs, two fingers rubbing at her clit in a slow, delicious circle. Her taste was intoxicating—sweet, musky, and all Lauren. I lost myself in the moment, forgetting where we were and who we were supposed to be as she rocked against my hand and arched her back, moaning and writhing like a witch possessed.
“If you don’t get on that desk and spread yourself for me right now, I’m going to bury my dick so deep inside you that you can’t walk for days.” My low growl made her shudder so violently I felt it to my core.
“Yes, sir,” she murmured. With that, she spun around and presented her glistening pussy, wet and waiting for the taking.
I smacked her right cheek hard, leaving a red handprint, and she jolted and gripped the edge of the desk. Her whimpering made me want her all that much more. I rolled my chair forward and used both hands to spread her. Moisture dripped from her clit, draining down her legs, and it was all mine to enjoy. I dived in, licking from clit to entrance and beyond, and she moaned loudly.
“Tell me you want it,” I growled. “Tell me what you want me to do to you.”
Lauren's breath came in short gasps, and her fingers trembled as she gripped the edge of the desk. “Oh, my God, eat me.” Lauren’s nails dug into the desk as she rocked her hips in time with my tongue’s invasive motions. Even when she came with a keening cry, I kept going, ignoring her pleas for me to stop. Only when her juices began to run down my chin did I reluctantly pull away, and pearls of her juices landed on my lap.
“Good girl,” I purred, my cock harder than before, throbbing in time with my heartbeat.
I stood up and slid my dick up and down her soggy slit. Lauren, still reeling from her orgasm, let me do as I pleased without a fight. “Reach into the drawer and get a sleeve,” I growled low in my throat.
She complied without hesitation, her wet folds glistening in the soft lighting. My cock throbbed, begging for release, but protection was essential. I continued smearing her juices on my dick until she handed me the foil packet, which I tore open with my teeth before rolling onto myself. She whimpered for more, and I obliged, sliding my hard length inside her with one smooth motion.
She cried out, her back arching as she took all of me in one go, slowly at first, then picking up speed until we were both moaning and rocking to our own rhythm. Gripping her hips, I slammed into her repeatedly, unable to control the primal need that had taken over.
“I’ve wanted this so bad,” I growled, my breathing ragged. “You have no idea how many times I’ve fantasized about this.”
“Me too,” she moaned, her words muffled by the desk. “Oh, my God. I can’t…”
The rest of her sentence was lost in a whimpering moan as her walls tightened around me, milking me for all I had. Her body convulsed for the second time, squeezing and jolting. Her whimpering groans matched the rhythm, and she held on for the ride as I continued to thrust. This was the hottest sex I’d ever had, and I was so worked up I didn’t know how I’d ever go back to working with her as a professional.
“Oh, fuck, Lauren!” I grunted as my climax hit, stars exploding behind my eyelids. I released into the condom with a grunt, my entire body shaking with the force of my orgasm. White-hot fireworks exploded in my head as I collapsed against her damp back, gasping for air.
As our breathing evened out, I carefully pulled out and disposed of the condom in the trash can. I grabbed some tissues and helped her up, and she turned around. With our faces only inches apart but our chests still heaving, she rose up on her tiptoes and kissed me. It wasn't the same as the first time, or the second. My desperate need had been temporarily quenched, and as such, I detached myself from the lust of it all long enough to remember that she was a person, a beautiful, intelligent woman with sensational skills and a daring personality.
"Is that all?" she asked, a little vixen still pushing my buttons.
"For now," I told her as I tucked my dick back into my slacks and zipped up.
I sat and watched her as she collected her clothing and put it all back on. I wished for something different, something more intimate. That we were at my house, or hers, and that she didn't have to go home to end this. Something inside me wanted those tender moments of post-sex bonding where lying with your partner, you share secrets and dreams. But a quick fling was very different from a relationship, and outside of work, I thought Lauren and I would make a decent couple. But it would cause issues here, make us both distracted and prone to emotional weakness toward the other in times of stress.
She slid each shoe back on and then picked up her phone and shut it off. I said nothing the entire time. What was I supposed to say? Thanks for the great sex, Dr. Newhouse. See you Monday ? I was confident she wasn’t planning to report me now, but that did little to settle the war raging inside me, the one that demanded she do this to me over and over again.
With her things tucked in her arm, she walked over to me and smiled. "I guess I know where we stand now, don't I?" She leaned down and pressed her mouth to mine, her tongue searching my mouth intimately. Then she said, "See you Monday, Boss." As she pulled away she winked, and my body lit on fire again.
This was going to be very, very bad. Because now, every time I saw her, I was going to think of her bent over my desk and dripping, and that definitely wouldn't help me do my job well.