I get asked what fantasies I have a lot. I mean, I have a lot of fantasies, but this one is probably the one I have the most. Wait. That sentence didn’t come out right… Anyway, I’m not a secretary, nor do I know anyone that owns a big wooden desk, so the chances of me ever fulfilling this one is pretty slim. Buuut it’s still on the top of my (some what long) list. The “Blowjob under a desk” fantasy. 

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I’m wearing a wearing a white blouse, and high waisted pencil skirt, panties but no bra and of course stockings and high heels. My hair is tied up in a tight bun, and I’ve got my smartest pair of glasses on. The office is one of those where there’s lots of cubicles in a main area, and then doors to individual offices, but not the ones made of glass because even I’m not that brave! I imagine going to the boss’s office, paperwork in hand. He’s sitting at the big desk, dark wood. He’s wearing a suit and looks very imposing, a big cityscape in the windows behind him.

I set the papers  down on the desk, bending over to show just a little bit of cleavage and ask “Is there anything else you’ll be needing sir?” to which he’ll look up and say, “No Harriet, that will be all.” I straighten up and walk towards the door.

“Actually, Miss Sugarcookie, could you come back here a moment?” He calls just as my hand reaches for the handle.

“Yes Sir?”

“I’m feeling a little hot in here. I bet it’s hotter out there.”

“It is Sir.”

“Are you going on your lunch break now?”

“I was going to Sir. Is there anything you need?”

“Come back over here for a moment.”

I walk back over, now noticing that it has been rather hot, and the little perspiration I’ve had has made my blouse opaque. The darker areas of my areolae are showing the top, and even though it’s hard my nipples are stiff peaks poking out.

“Untie my tie for me Harriet.” He commands, looking me straight in the eyes, face completely stoic. I do so, and my fingers linger as I decide if I should undo the top button for him too. I decide to, and slowly undo the top and second button, running my fingers slightly on the inside to feel the base of his neck and his collar. It feels hot and strong. “Undo some other buttons too Harriet.” He says, leaning back in his chair, his legs casually apart. I crouch down and lightly run my hands down his shirt to the top of his trousers. There’s already a bulge. I fumble with the button, and then take the zip down also. I touch his hard on through the fabric of his underwear, it feels big and throbs a little. A shiver of excitement runs down through me.

I slowly continue to feel him through the fabric, before taking his cock out through the gap of his boxers. His dick almost springs out, startling me a little because of how erect it is. I touch it lightly, feeling the velvety skin with the tip of my fingers. There top is a little moist already with pre-cum.

“That’s better. Are you hungry Harriet?” He asks, his hands idly playing with strands of my hair.

“Yes Sir.” I reply and using his hands on the back of my head, he pushes himself towards my waiting mouth. He actually pushes a bit too hard at first, so it takes me a moment to accommodate the sudden intrusion, but I’m able to get my mouth around him and it feels good. I pull away, snaking my tongue out to taste the top of the head, then carefully lick my way down the shaft. Using both hands, I wrap them around the base and stroke him in time to my head bobbing up and down as he slowly fucks my mouth.

It tastes so good, I want more. I take as much as I can, trying to get all of him in my mouth, but unable to yet. Using one hand, I also start to cup his balls, then move down to lick them too. By now, his cock is slick with my saliva and it’s easy to take him in. I pick up the speed, pumping my hand down first, my tongue following. Without my noticing, he’s undone a couple of my shirt buttons and his hands are fondling my breasts, taking a nipple between his thumb and forefinger and pinching hard. This makes me moan, although not much sound can come out of my full mouth. He continues to do this and I feel myself squirming against the shocks that start to run through my body.

I can feel my panties getting throughly wet, the desire to touch myself growing. I sink down to my knees, to better position myself in front of him. This puts me almost under the desk and I get a thrill of thinking someone could walk through the door at any moment. By now, he’s starting to breath very heavily, and I can feel him thrusting up against me, one hand on the back of my head helping me keep pace. I want to make him cum, to taste him as he unloads into my mouth. With this in mind, I take him as deep as I can and I feel him tensing up. A hot sensation bursts in mouth and I can taste the familiar saltiness which goes down my throat. However I’m unable to swallow it all and as I come up for air, coughing a little, some runs out down my chin which I quickly wipe off.

I carefully lick him clean, before standing back up and straightening my top, which now does nothing to hide my nipples.

“Will you be needing anything else Sir?” I ask, and he smiles back at me.photo (6)