“First, I’d want the action to begin before I even arrive for the evening; I would have already outfitted you with a remote-controlled vibrator that you would be required to insert just after checking in for the night at work. The one I have in mind is activated by a mobile telephone call, and at some point I would ring you up – perhaps keeping you on the line as I am walking toward your building, so you would be in a state of intense arousal by the time you laid eyes on me again.
Once we’re in your office, without even so much as a by-your-leave, I’d hoist you up onto your desk, greet you with a long, silent, mouth-probing kiss, place my hand on your chest and then gently but firmly guide you down onto your back, making sure your hands gripped each side of the desk. I would then hike up the short skirt you mentioned you like to wear – I quite like the sound of that – and part your legs. You should wear silk or cotton panties in neutral or dark colours, nothing garish, which I would peel off your shapely thighs and slide down your legs just about to mid-calf, where they would remain: your stocking covered legs, in midair, would thus be softly fettered by the fabric.
Now I would inspect my handiwork; I would expect you to be moist after our telephone call, and expect to be able to inhale your aroma immediately. I would then slip my head through your legs, and as you rest them on my shoulders I would delve into your pussy with all the fierce craving stored up since our last meeting. I would suck, lick, tease, nibble and eat you, the desk underneath absorbing the pool of your desire.
Your hands stay gripping the sides of the desk all the while.
You will come – I will make you come. Then, my cock at full, bullish attention, I would stand, fling the panties away and rip your shirt open. (It should be a nondescript, plain white businesslike shirt – you will have a ready supply of identical ones, or be very good with a needle and thread for sewing the buttons back on each time.) You would be wearing a lace basque, and I would lower the top of it to get at your breasts, drinking them in with my palms and lips. A pause, as I strip off my clothes; you will have prepared a condom, which you can now roll to one side and use your hands to unroll onto my ardent prick. Once you’ve done that, I would hoist you up again, kiss you and fondle you, then turn you around and bend you over your own desk.
We would fuck like that for a while, your arms spread, your hands holding onto the end the desk for dear life as you took the full brunt of my single-minded pumping – first adagio, then andante, then allegro appassionato … until I came.
Then – some caressing, some massaging, some teasing, until we are ready to go again. This time you come off the desk, and kneel in front of me, taking my slowly reawakening cock in your mouthfor a second load of cum.”