The Black Leather Chair

The Black Leather Chair

A slight breeze ran down the corridor and brushed past my legs as a door opened and closed further along. I hoped I was heading the right way as the instructions received from you were sparse to the point of being insufficient. The visitor pass tapped between my breasts on its cord as I walked matching the beat of my pulse which had been raised since the text had flashed on my phone. The reception desk had appeared to expect my name and I was signed in with speedy efficiency, much to my flushed cheeked relief. Now all I had to do was find your office and remember the rest of your instructions.

Slowing down to check the door numbers, I smooth my black dress down and adjust the neck line to show enough cleavage to invite the viewer to want to see more. Ah, room 34K came into view and I felt a spike of adrenaline race through my bloodstream, it's immediate effects of heightening my senses and increasing my pulse once again, very apparent.

I stop, take a shaky breath from the suddenly thick air of the corridor and tap my nails lightly on the door. I hear your voice say "enter" and I feel a warmness between my legs.
My hand touches the cool metal handle and it shakes slightly as I twist and the heavy door pushes inwards.

We are on the 34th floor and the wall of glass opposite the door means I am bathed in sunlight. You are sitting at your desk in a high backed, black leather chair. My brain goes into autopilot upon seeing you and I start to follow the instructions that I memorised when I received your message earlier today. I push the door shut and twist the handle to set the lock. Your face is in shadow but I can tell you are watching every move.

I reach my hands up to my neck and undo the clasp at the neckline of my dress. Walking towards you I stand in front of you and turn so that you can lower the zip. Your hands are economical with their touch and merely pull the zipper down to the end at the base of my spine. I can feel your body heat emanating from your skin onto mine and I shiver in anticipation. Stepping away, I turn back to face you and wait a beat as your eyes sweep down to my toes and then back up. With an almost imperceptible nod from you I push the dress slowly off of my shoulders and down my arms before sliding it down my legs and stepping out of it.

I stand before you dressed only in a sheer black bra and panties, stockings and suspenders. As per the instructions I begin to run my nails over my skin; along my collarbone, down my arms and back up and I feel my nipples hardening as my fingers work their way towards them. I run one nailed fingertip slowly around the left nipple and then the right. They ache to feel your mouth on them sucking and teasing. My hands run lower across my stomach and down to my thighs and my thumb brushes over the material of my thong. The instructions were clear, I can touch only outside my clothing.

I hear your breathing hitch up a notch and I look up to see your eyes following the circling of my thumb and this thrills me. My hips pushing forward against the pressure. I stop and you beckon me forward. I reach forward to loosen your tie before slowly sliding it out under your collar and draping it around my neck. Next I undo the buttons of your shirt, longing to touch your skin but I know I have to wait until told. I slide your shirt down your arms and you lean forward enough for me to remove it totally.

Now lust is in control and I lean down to brush my mouth over yours. I shut my eyes as my tongue probes yours, I'm aware that you've shifted slightly in the chair but don't expect the sting before your hand lands on my bottom with a slap and l stand up startled, knowing I've overstepped the line.

You motion for me to undo and remove my bra, so I reach behind and unclasp, my breasts tumbling free. My nipples are desperate for some attention so, discarding my bra on your desk, my thumbs and fingers begin to lightly pinch each one. I can feel my panties are wet and sticking to me and I see your eyes holding their gaze there and this makes me blush but want you more. Feeling bold, I step towards you and stand my knees lightly brush yours. Yours eyes glance down as you nod your head and my heads reach down to undo your belt and trousers releasing their prize. Your hard cock is pushing and pulsing to be released and I comply. I can see the tip already glistening betraying your excitement and I dip my head to lick and taste you. Your hands are in my hair, holding my head still as you tilt your hips pushing yourself deeper into my mouth, I can feel your cock pulsing on my tongue and I run it around the ridge and hear you groan in response. Your hands lift my head away and now I'm allowed free reign. I step forward and straddle the chair, pulling my thong to one side I can feel your cock nuzzling and nudging against my wetness and and slide myself slowly onto you, taking my time to ease your full length deep with me. The pressure is almost too much and I stop to allow my body to relax and mould itself around you before accepting more. Finally I am sitting astride your lap, my bare breasts pressed against your skin as our mouths find each other in a passionate kiss.

Now it is time to follow my instructions as our mouths part. You lean back slightly in the chair and this changes the pressure of your cock within me. You're watching and I need to show you. My hands start to massage my breasts, my nipples hard buds and ever so sensitive sending electric currents shooting downwards. My hands travel downwards and my position across your lap means that I am fully exposed. My fingers explore my wetness and a small spasm shoots deep into my belly and I can tell from your face that you felt it too.

This excites me so much, I can feel my heat and wetness enveloping you. I haven't dared touch where I desperately want to for fear of tipping straight over the edge but every touch is hypersensitive and I am longing for release. Your hands reach out and grasp each wrist and you remove my hands. The chair turns until my back is towards the glass and you hold my hands tightly in yours and encourage me to lean backwards. Mmmmmm the pressure change deep within me is instantly apparent. Your feet are pressed against the glass and your legs are slightly apart but braced as I lay back against them. I can see backwards out of the window and feel almost weightless in this position. Slowly your hands release mine as I trust your legs to hold me in this position and wonder why you've put me here. Then I feel a cool breeze blow lightly from your mouth down onto my exposed wetness and know that in this position you can feel AND watch my orgasm. Again I feel an instant response as my muscles clench around this welcome, hard pressure within. Your hips move, slightly repositioning your cock and the intensity increases as you nudge and press against my g spot. My free hands run across my breasts and pinch my nipples causing another involuntary spasm and I sense your breathing increase slightly. Your hands are palm down on my knees and they slowly caress and trail across the sensitive skin of my inner thighs. I feel ready to explode and know that you are deliberately teasing me, not touching where I need attention.

I feel my clit throb and it feels huge, glancing up you are watching intently as it throbs again even though no touch has been received there. Your fingers make circling, swirly patterns on my thighs, moving up over my tummy then slowly down just brushing my swollen lips. I groan as another spasm shoots through me and feel moisture oozing out and down between my cheeks.You hands are removed and you whisper to close my eyes, I comply and wonder what's in store. Every nerve ending is alive, every sense heightened as I lay exposed and waiting. One finger lazily circles the tight bud of my right nipple and my skin immediately goosebumps. The spasms in my tummy are becoming more frequent and I know that you must be feeling this and wonder that I'm not squeezing you too much and, as if you can read my thoughts, I feel your cock throb in response rubbing against that tender spot. Your finger makes its steady way across to its twin and at the attention, another spasm shoots deep within me. Your finger is on the move again, taking its time across my skin which tingles and almost burns at your touch. It's moving it way lazily downwards, no hurry, no rush and I try to control my impatience but my hips try to press upwards. They fail, then I realise that this position is almost equal to being physically tied and I surrender to your control. Your finger has now stopped and is resting 1" above the point that will take me into freefall. I shiver and feel my muscles gripping the hardness within and I can't relax them however hard I try. I can feel a delicious pressure building and want you to release it, I ask you to touch me but there is no answer. I open my eyes and you slowly shake your head. I ask again, still you deny me. "Please" I ask again, no response. I start to move my arm but yours blocks mine and I lower it back down.

Locking my gaze onto yours, my voice trembling a little as I breathlessly ask "please". "Ask properly" you say. "Please may I come?" I'm almost pleading now. "Soon" is your reply and I groan trying to wriggle your finger where I want it. It has the opposite effect as your finger moves back up to teasing my nipple, rolling it between your thumb and finger, pleasure/pain but echoing between my legs, my muscles still locking your cock deep within. I close my eyes again as you repeat the pinching of my other nipple before that finger slowly lowers to tease me. My tummy muscles are almost cramping with need and I feel a little trickle escape again as your finger stops 1/2" above this time. I go to flex but you are prepared and the finger travels away again!!!! Your hands go around and grip between my hips and bottom and lift me slowly as your cock slides out a little way and then thrusts back in. MMMMMMMMM I'm so close to the edge and you know it, teasing with little thrusts then a long slow, steady push until you're settled deep inside once more. I can feel the ridge of your cock and you give little flicks of your hips just rubbing it a fraction against my g spot and again the pressure is waiting, waiting. This time your hands run down the outside of my thighs, over my knees and travel slowly upwards spreading me wide and I know I am going to explode. Little spasms start to increase as your fingertip lightly brushes upwards over my clit. It feels as if an electric current is flowing from your fingertip even though it was only in contact with my skin for mere seconds. Stillness and the waves are rising but the peak is still the same distance away. I can feel my muscles lightly pulsing around your hardness, with moisture still trickling. Your fingers repeat their sweep up my legs and this time you circle around my clit and I try to wriggle again but your forearm keeps me still.

Slowly around, sweeping first one way then back again. Surely I am going to explode or implode (I'm not sure which) as the pleasure creeps up yet another notch and your cock starts a little teasing rub deep inside. The feelings merge as your cock and finger work in unison just touching and stimulation but in the lightest, slowest, laziest, teasing way. This time you don't stop but keep pushing me ever closer to orgasm as slowly as possible. I feel tingling in my toes, fingers, top of my head and the sensation spreads down my limbs towards the core of my world as I melt underneath your touch, warmth flooding outwards in every sense.

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