Page 60 of The Facilitator: Part 3
“I’ll choose for you,” I said, swiveling my chair and patting my lap.
She walked around the desk and sat astride my thighs. “You’ll choose, huh?” she said, using that sultry voice she didn’t even know she had. My cock twitched.
I slid my hands around her hips and down over to the top of her ass. “I will, and no underwear,” I added.
“Mmm, this evening is sounding quite interesting.” She leaned forward to kiss my lips. “However, I can’t sitaround here all day arousing you.” She chuckled as she slid from my lap.
“That’s a shame, because I was about to fuck you against that window,” I said, standing and slipping off my jacket.
Lauren stood staring at me. I walked to the door and closed it, turned the lock until it made a satisfying click, then opaqued the windows. She raised her eyebrows. I undid the cuffs of my shirt and slowly rolled the sleeves to my elbows. She licked her lips.
“Panties, off,” I said, lowering my voice.
“I might not want to,” she replied, challenging me. I liked that.
As I closed in on her, she took a few steps back until she was against the glass window I’d mentioned. I placed my hands on either side of her head and lowered my face to her ear.
“Then they better not be favorites,” I said.
I grabbed the sides of her skirt and raised it to her waist. She chuckled and tried to hold on to her lace panties but the material wasn’t strong enough for me not to rip through the crotch. I ran my fingers over her opening and then removed them. I licked the tips.
“You might not want to?” I whispered. “Your pussy says otherwise.”
“My pussy has a mind of its own,” she whispered back as I leaned in closer.
“Does it give me consent?” I asked.
Her voice hitched. “I don’t know,” she replied.
“I’ll ask it.”
I lowered to my knees and pushed the torn material to one side. I licked over her opening as she held my hair. She parted her legs, giving me better access. I licked and sucked until she moaned. I pulled my face back and looked up at her as I inserted two fingers.
“Yeah, I have consent,” I said, standing and chuckling.
I kissed her, letting her lick my lips and taste herself while I freed my cock. I raised her thigh and lowered slightly. I teased my cock over her clitoris and she moaned. I placed her foot on the edge of my desk and I pushed into her. She gripped the front of my shirt and I fucked her, sliding her body up and down the glass.
“Mmm, this is good,” she whispered, kissing the side of my neck, and then moaned.
She nipped at my skin and licked to my earlobe. I matched her moan with one of my own.
It wasn’t a thunderous orgasm for either of us, but it was fun, and when we both came, she collapsed against my chest laughing.
“You really need to stop doing this to me,” she said.
“Doing what?” I asked, pulling my cock from her pussy.
“Arousing me too much.”
“Is there such a thing?”
“Yes, because now I have to sit in wet torn knickers thinking of you inside me.”
“Oh, the hardship,” I said, chuckling and giving her a wink.
I reached across my desk and handed her a box of tissues.
“Very handy,” she said.
