I have this dream that I am in my office. I was supposed to have
the day off, but as usual, I and the rest of my office was called
in. However, I have promised to take you to the symphony, so you
know that I'll have the problem fixed in time. I know how much
you love to feel the music thrumming through your body. I know
how listening to the Pops gets me all wound up.
I am bent over my keyboard, when a sudden silence causes me to
look up. All eyes in the room beyond are turned toward the entrance,
which I can't see from my desk. Next, I hear slow measured taps
of heels on hardwood. A large grin spreads across my face as I
check my watch. Yep, it's time! I hear the taps getting louder
until your standing in front of my open office door. My eyes run
approvingly over your figure as I get up to greet you.
You lean against the doorjamb in your new dress. It is a full
length form-filling white sequined gown. The bodice is heart shaped
and rides low upon your breasts, leaving my co-workers with no
doubt about the wealth of treasure hidden underneath. Around your
throat is a jeweled collar with sparkling straps that appear to
be holding your dress up. Your hair is piled sensuously atop your
head in a sleek twist.
"Hello Lover," you purr.
I walk around my desk and you turn slightly to follow me with
your eyes. The movement directs my attention to your legs and
I notice for the first time that the dress is slit up to the hips
on both sides, exposing your long legs and three-inch heels to
my admiring gaze. As I near you, you bring forward the garment
bag dangling from one manicured finger. Reaching for it, I slide
my other hand around your body to pull you close for a kiss. Your
arms eagerly encircle me and you lean into me. I raise my eyebrow
when my hand encounters nothing but the bare skin of your back.
Hooking the garment bag over the door, I turn you around let out
a low wolf-whistle. It is quite obvious that the jeweled collar
IS the only thing holding the dress up. There is no back at all!
The dress meets low on the curve of your bottom, and a quick stroke
of my finger assures you that there is no room for pesky underwear
The men of my office move closer, obviously angling for an introduction,
but you ignore them. I am the object of your adoration! I pull
you into my office, lowering the blinds and shutting the door
behind us. I allow my curious hands to slide up your stocking-clad
thighs and cup your naked ass through the slits on the sides of
"Oh baby!" I groan, "We'll never make it to the
You chuckle low in your throat. "Yes, we will, Duncan. You
I sign, letting my hands drop from your firm flesh, and reach
for the garment bag.
The tux was a present from you. It is tailor-made and fits like
a glove. Within minutes I look like I just stepped off the pages
of GQ. You slink over to me (a dress like this requires that you
slink, not walk) and kiss me passionately. My teasing fingers
trace the line of the dress and you step back. As I open the door
to the office, you slip your arm through mine. Just as you suspect,
my co-workers are not far from the door-no doubt listening for
something juicy. For a moment, you are tempted to oblige them,
until you see the stampede of women coming our way! You tighten
your possessive hold on my arm.
My female co-workers have seen me dressed in a variety of ways,
but never like this. That tux does things to my form that should
be illegal in all fifty states! Where we could have ignored my
fellow males, the addition of ladies clamoring for my attention
brings out my gentlemanly instincts. You're caught trying to make
polite small talk with women who can't take their eyes off me
long enough to look at you! Smiling tightly, you slide your arm
around my back and lean closer. You are trying not to look like
the jealous witch we both secretly know you are.
I make the introductions and you try not to glare at the pretty
Christy I have lunch with occasionally her eyes laugh at you and
I knowingly kiss your ear. You remind me of our tickets and we
leave both conscious of the longing eyes following us.
The symphony was an electrifying experience. In our private box,
no one noticed you stroking my delicious hard-on through my slacks.
Hopefully, they were equally oblivious that my encircling arm
ends with my hand under your bodice, caressing your hard nipples.
We enjoy the music, but we enjoy the rising anticipation and each
We must have broken several land speed records getting home!
We didn't even make it into the bedroom! We are in the dining
room when I finally figure out the single clasp of the jeweled
collar and watch with appreciation as the gown slithers down your
humming body. My jacket and studs fly across the room and your
eager hands are struggling with my zipper. I laugh and push your
fumbling hands away. I deftly undo them and they pool down around
my ankles. You quickly drop down on your knees in front of me
and pull off my shoes. I kick them free of my remaining clothes.
I, as usual, have other plans. I am too excited for a mere suck-off.
I want to feel your pulsating passage clinching around me. I pull
on your hair until you stand up. Regretfully, you let my long,
hot, hard, extremely think staff slide out of your mouth. I turn
you around and push. Off balance on your high heels, you fall
over the dinner table. I step behind you and, with no further
ado, slam onto you. Your breast rubs against the unyielding table.
"Duncan!" You scream "Duncan! DUNCAN! OH MY GOD!"
You arch your back and lift your hips against my hands, taking
me deeper into you with each massive thrust. You grab the sides
of the table and push back hard against me until you can feel
my mighty tool touch your hungry womb! I lean forward nipping
at the sexy skin of your back that has been teasing me all night.
You explode around me, screaming! You cum and cum and cum!!!!
I keep pounding into you over and over again. WILL I NEVER CUM?!!?
In. Out. Harder. Deeper. Longer than ever before. I thrust into
you like I'm never going to stop! You cum again. Finally, you
feel me jerk out of rhythm and you know I am ready. You push hard
against me and I lift you clear off your feet! My own back is
arched with tension and you feel me hit your womb like a jackhammer!
I groan heavily.
"MY SWEET LOVE!!" I cry.
You are so turned on that just the sound of my horse voice calling
out to you sends you over one last, almost painful time. I collapse
over your back, squashing you against the table. We are both breathing
too hard to care.
"God Duncan! I'm going to make you take me to the symphony
I laugh weakly and slowly stand up. You try to follow my example,
but your legs are shaking too hard to hold your weight. I laugh
harder this time and sweep you up in my arms. Once there you find
I am almost as spent as you are. I stagger into the bedroom and
dump you unceremoniously onto the bed. You bounce and roll across
the sheet, barely stopped from going over the edge by the dip
of the mattress as I fall in after you. You have just enough energy
to kick off your heels before rolling over to my side and pillowing
your breast against my ribs. You kiss my nipples as you slip into
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