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to tell. There were two drawer sections on either side and in the middle a cavernous gap, easily large enough to fit a person in comfortably. I could hear Matthew’s voice approaching and a wicked thought came to mind. Quickly, I dipped down and hid in the recess of the desk. Matthew entered the office, talking on his cell, and sat at the desk. I remained calm and still as I knelt there. He was sat slightly back from the edge of the desk with his legs splayed as he talked on the phone, and completely oblivious to the fact that I was underneath his desk and almost between his legs.
Why I had hid under here, what was I thinking? He might be an old boyfriend but I could get sacked for this. I was beginning to think this was a very bad idea and that was compounded even further when he slid his chair closer to the desk, almost touching me with his legs. Fortunately, it was a wide recess and his legs were open wide, but the chair had pushed me as far back as I could go, and his legs were either side of me with my face was only inches from his crotch.
I had a strange feeling rush over me, one that I hadn't felt in a long time and I realised with some surprise that it was lust. Here I was trapped under a desk, possible sacked if discovered but all that was running through my mind was how close my face was to this mans crotch. He pants were pressed quite tight from the sitting position and I could quite clear see the outline of his cock. I felt a little tremor between my legs which rippled through all the erogenous zones in my body.
He was still talking on his cellphone, so I stayed quiet, not wanting to interrupt his call, it was probably business. Chatting away, as he sat at his desk, I remained calm and still, but I didn't feel very calm. With shaky hands I reached out and lightly stroked that bulge that was right in front of my nose.
“I cannot sanctify the loan, Mister Quinzi, it’s a simple…” he stuttered and looked down at my upturned face, shocked, yet making no attempt to stop me.
Matthew’s voice droned on with his customer, and I, feeling bolder, rub at the lump under my hand, which has grown considerably bigger.
Empowered by my boldness, I unfasten his belt and the button at the waist band, all the time Matthew is staring down at me while talking to the customer on the phone. His face seems impassive, but I see a glint of mischief in his eyes, as if daring me to continue.
Well, girl, I think to myself, you've come this far . I find the zipper and slowly start to pull it down, until his flies are completely open, and I push it open to uncover his boxers. That’s not what catches my attention, the front of the dark red boxers are pushed out, as his enormous erection is straining against the fabric.
I lean my face forward slightly and touch my nose on the bulge, and breath in deeply, hmm, male smell, no false fragrance here. The real smell a man, musky and masculine, but still clean. I breath deeply, taking in his odor, my body shudders with pleasure.
I have a real deep urge now to see his manhood in the flesh, to touch it and stroke it. So, I reach under the elastic of his boxers and pull them down, releasing his erection. Once free, it springs out and slaps against my forehead and I give a little naughty giggle, leaving it there, lying on my bare skin, just above my nose. His scrotum, hairy and pendulous, is almost touching my lips. His muskiness is even more powerful now, and I breath in deeply to draw in all his masculine scent.
Unable to contain myself any longer, I move my head forward slightly and start to kiss between his legs. My lips gently caress against his hairy scrotum, occasionally I flick my tongue out and run it across his flesh. As I look up at him to search for a reaction, I see his face is completely impassive, he’s in total control of his emotions. I’m beginning to see that as a bit of a challenge and I wonder how far I have to go to get some
Why I had hid under here, what was I thinking? He might be an old boyfriend but I could get sacked for this. I was beginning to think this was a very bad idea and that was compounded even further when he slid his chair closer to the desk, almost touching me with his legs. Fortunately, it was a wide recess and his legs were open wide, but the chair had pushed me as far back as I could go, and his legs were either side of me with my face was only inches from his crotch.
I had a strange feeling rush over me, one that I hadn't felt in a long time and I realised with some surprise that it was lust. Here I was trapped under a desk, possible sacked if discovered but all that was running through my mind was how close my face was to this mans crotch. He pants were pressed quite tight from the sitting position and I could quite clear see the outline of his cock. I felt a little tremor between my legs which rippled through all the erogenous zones in my body.
He was still talking on his cellphone, so I stayed quiet, not wanting to interrupt his call, it was probably business. Chatting away, as he sat at his desk, I remained calm and still, but I didn't feel very calm. With shaky hands I reached out and lightly stroked that bulge that was right in front of my nose.
“I cannot sanctify the loan, Mister Quinzi, it’s a simple…” he stuttered and looked down at my upturned face, shocked, yet making no attempt to stop me.
Matthew’s voice droned on with his customer, and I, feeling bolder, rub at the lump under my hand, which has grown considerably bigger.
Empowered by my boldness, I unfasten his belt and the button at the waist band, all the time Matthew is staring down at me while talking to the customer on the phone. His face seems impassive, but I see a glint of mischief in his eyes, as if daring me to continue.
Well, girl, I think to myself, you've come this far . I find the zipper and slowly start to pull it down, until his flies are completely open, and I push it open to uncover his boxers. That’s not what catches my attention, the front of the dark red boxers are pushed out, as his enormous erection is straining against the fabric.
I lean my face forward slightly and touch my nose on the bulge, and breath in deeply, hmm, male smell, no false fragrance here. The real smell a man, musky and masculine, but still clean. I breath deeply, taking in his odor, my body shudders with pleasure.
I have a real deep urge now to see his manhood in the flesh, to touch it and stroke it. So, I reach under the elastic of his boxers and pull them down, releasing his erection. Once free, it springs out and slaps against my forehead and I give a little naughty giggle, leaving it there, lying on my bare skin, just above my nose. His scrotum, hairy and pendulous, is almost touching my lips. His muskiness is even more powerful now, and I breath in deeply to draw in all his masculine scent.
Unable to contain myself any longer, I move my head forward slightly and start to kiss between his legs. My lips gently caress against his hairy scrotum, occasionally I flick my tongue out and run it across his flesh. As I look up at him to search for a reaction, I see his face is completely impassive, he’s in total control of his emotions. I’m beginning to see that as a bit of a challenge and I wonder how far I have to go to get some
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