My phone buzzed as a text came in. I looked over out of the corner of my eye and saw the sender: Zoe.

Suddenly I forgot about the report, there were more important things at hand. Zoe was my fantasy chick, an online friend. She’d never texted me before although we’d shared numbers some months before. So the rarity was what made me turn my head. That, and her sexiness. She was all outwardly proper, a good wife, but I knew some of what was in her head – and in her pants. Secretly she harboured some filthy fantasies, but she hadn’t acted many of them out. We’d never even met yet, we’d just flirted online. A lot.

So I didn’t know what was going on here, but I sure wanted to know. I grabbed my phone in a rush

- Working late? 💋

I love that emoji, those lips. She’s got wonderful, full, red lips. I can’t tell you how many times my mind has drifted towards fantasies of them engulfing my cock

- Always! You know me

- Am in North Sydney. Meeting ended early. Got a spare hour before I’ll be missed. I’m scanning office buildings for lit offices

Then another buzz

- … it’s making me quite horny

My cock twitched and hardened. We’d shared a fantasy of taking her in my office a few times. Our connection had been online banter, laughing, we flirted but kept coming back to it. She’d dance around fantasies, meets, but usually there’d be a last minute pullback. Not this time, we’d messed around enough.

- I told you 3 months ago to come up here and you didn’t. This time you will. Be in the lobby of xx Pacific Highway in 5 minutes

I didn’t wait for a response. I wasn’t going to either. I was in control this time. I just went outside my office and got rid of the one guy who was still there, told him he was working too hard and to sort his work life balance out.

A quick squirt of aftershave, a tidying up of the tie, shrugging my jacket on and I was ready for her. I headed for the lift.

The lift dinged and the doors opened as I reached the ground floor. I saw her instantly, bold as brass. She was exactly as I’d pictured her: A gorgeous, small (fuck, I love petite) but perfectly formed sexy, mature woman.

Dressed for work, a knee length skirt, blouse, blocky low heels… gorgeous, shapely legs which my eyes ran lustily up and down.

I smiled and walked over to her, drew her to me, kissed her, softly and tentatively to start and then deeply, hungrily as she parted her lips, running my fingers through her hair, to the soft skin at the back of her neck, pulling her into me, feeling her, joining with her, her snuggling her tits against my chest, wriggling her hips against mine, gently gasping, bending down to kiss her neck as we broke our kiss, her quivering against me, feeling her lust.

“Come on,” I said, pulling her urgently towards the lift and hammering the button for floor 12.

We devoured each other on the way up, tugging at each other’s clothes, both of us trying to get to the hot flesh beneath, to connect, to feel. Blouses, shirts, pulled out, pulled open. Lips on skin, fingers running through hair, gasps.

We weren’t going to get across the floor to my office keeping that going. So as the lift door opened I just picked her up and put her over my shoulder. It was the easiest way.

The floor was deserted, no need to close the door to my office or anything, I just strode in and put her down, kissing her deeply again as I did.

As we kissed I manoevured her back towards my desk until her bum was pressed against it. She wrapped her legs round me as her arse lifted on to the edge of the desk which took her weight. I roughly pushed her skirt up around her hips, marvelling at my first sight of her delicious soft creamy thighs.

She was hot as fuck, grinding her panty clad pussy against my trousers that by now were tented out. Fuck, it was sexy. I pulled her blouse open and kissed the bulge of her tits, pushed up by her bra, then tugged that down and greedily sucked her nipple. She gasped and pulled my head to her.

The lights went out on the timer on the floor outside my office. This is what I’d been waiting for. I reached round her to the controls on the standing desk, pushed the ‘up’ button. Her feet were picked off the floor, as the desk rose it was like her pussy was being presented to me on a platter. A brightly lit platter too, the chances of anyone seeing us was slim but with the dark night outside, the bright lights in here, and a half naked woman with her feet dangling off a platform near head height – if anyone could see in, they’d get an eyeful. I marvelled at the sight.

I planted a fat, hot kiss on her pussy through her lacy green panties. She groaned.

“Just imagine if anyone CAN see in,” I said.

She shivered at the thought. I kissed her soft inner thigh, kissed up towards her mound which she urgently pushed towards my mouth. I yanked her panties down and off and she pushed her legs wide open for me, needing my mouth on her sex.

I complied. Kissed her lips. Pushed my tongue in gently, parting them. Then down to the base of her hole, back up, pushing my tongue more deeply in and then up to her clit. I made my tongue really wet, rolled it round her clit, teased it out to a point, gently sucked it in, applied some pressure between my tongue and my teeth, sucked a little harder.

Then down again, pushing my tongue in deep, forcefully this time, then down again, out of her pussy this time and teasing her perineum and lightly touching her arsehole as I distracted her with a wet finger on her clit. More pressure on her arse until she shivered, then back to her pussy.

This time when I went to her clit I pushed my index finger into her now sopping cunt and started thrusting slowly in and out as I concentrated on her clit with my mouth. She groaned, her legs flopping open even further, sucking me into her.

A second finger to force her wider open and her breath left her with a rush and she lifted her legs, pulling me more deeply into her with heels on my back. I curled my fingers round, found the rough inner skin of her G spot and started stroking, feeling her cunt tighten on me and juice up incredibly.

This whole situation was so charged she was close to coming already, but hang on – we’d been building each other up to this for months and it was going to be over in 10 minutes? No way.

“Unnnnnhhhhhhh,” she groaned, then, breathlessly, “gonna cum!”

I stopped my fingers from pulling at her G spot, lifted my tongue from her clit. I looked up at her with a frown. My fingers were still buried in her cunt, which was quivering round them. She saw something in my expression and looked… nervous. Her pussy tightened on me.

“Did I say you could?” I demanded.

Nothing. No response. She looked me in the eye, saw I meant it, looked even more nervous.

"Well?" I said, firmly.

She slowly realized, shook her head, tentatively, looking me in the eye.

“N-no,” she breathed, “you didn’t.”

I waited, looking her in the eye all the time, letting it sink in.

Finally I relented

“That’s right,” I said, pulled my fingers from her and sucked her juice from them, lubed them up and re-inserted them. Her legs pulled up and opened slightly as I did, with a sharp intake of breath from her.

This time I gently stroked her G spot. And with each of these words gave her another gentle stroke

“You… can… cum… when… I… say… you… can… and… you’ll… have… to… ask… my… permission.”

With the last word I lowered my mouth and tongue back to her clit, her mound, and gave her a long, hard, wet lick all round her clit. She groaned out loud, her legs flopped open, she grabbed my head and pulled it on to her, wanting more pressure, more tongue, more release.

I attacked her cunt, using my fingers, my mouth, giving it everything I had, feeling her shudder over and over. The desk was at the perfect height for me to get my mouth everywhere, and at full extension it was slightly wobbly too. Even feeling the desk shaking as her hands gripped the edges, transferring her ecstatic shaking to it, was a turn on - for me and for her.

Again I felt her pussy pulling and clenching at my fingers as she neared her peak.

“Arrrrggggh,” she cried out, “Can I cum?”

I lifted my head and looked at her pussy shaking on my fingers, flicked my eyes up to hers in her flushed face.

“No.”

She groaned, tormented beyond belief with her need for release, grabbed my head and forced it back to her sex.

This time I concentrated on long, hard, strokes of my tongue, pushing as deep in as I could on each pass. With every up stroke her legs were lifting, her thighs were shuddering against the side of my head, clamping then unclamping.

Then I forced my fingers deep in her again, without warning.

“Ahhhhhhh!!!!” she cried, her cunt feeling like it was turning inside out against my fingers

“Can I cum can I cum CAN I CUM??!”

I lifted my head up and nodded.

“Now you can cum”

I was sawing my fingers in and out, pulling them all the way over her G spot, tapping my tongue against her clit.

She screamed out, grabbed my head and jammed it against her pussy and her whole abdomen convulsed, ripples of pleasure pulsing up from her pussy over her stomach. Her cunt gripped my fingers in an iron grip and my face got soaked by a blast of fluid as she squirted, 5, 6 gushes bursting out as she shuddered through a huge orgasm.

My desk was shaking with her as she gripped the edges, her eyes tightly closed as she felt the waves of pleasure

“Oooooooooooo,” she cried, ‘Fuck, YES!”

She’d told me about the squirting but I was still taken aback. She’d also told me she could come again and again if she was fucked through a squirt. For a second I toyed with trying to push her on again but I held back. This was totally selfish. I wasn’t going to be happy with a one off. I wanted her to want more, to come back for more. And next time I wanted my cock buried balls deep in her, *then* she could have the multiples.

So this time I just let her come down gently, feeling her cunt relax round my fingers, just softly kissed her clit and nuzzled her furry mound, tasting her gently. I found the desk controls and let it descend and as she came down from her ‘pedestal’ kissed her hard. My shirt and tie was a mess, but, well, fuck that. It was worth it.

Next time, it’s my turn.