Silver

You emailed me, and told me you were feeling hot. You want to come, need to be satisfied.

So here I am, knocking on your office door.

You answer it with relief an excitement, hurrying my through the door, scanning the corridor to see whether anyone noticed my arrival. Then you close the door behind me, pull down the blinds on the windows, turn the key in the lock and turn to face me.

You reach up, kiss me, and put your hands on the back of my neck, pulling me down to you. I kiss you back, hard, and then pull back, smiling at you. “Hello”. I say. You smile, excitedly.

“Undo your trousers and take them off”.

You stop, unsure for a second, and then quickly do as you are told, unbuttoning your jeans and letting them drop to the floor.

I stand looking at you, bare legs, small blue thong barely covering your pussy, buttoned top revealing a hint of cleavage and a sliver of your green bra beneath.

“Sit down”, I tell you, “and spread your legs”.

You sit, legs open wide, waiting for me to utter my next request. You start to lift your top, expecting that I want it off, but I tel you to stop. “What are you doing?” I ask. “Don’t you want to see me topless?”, you respond, brow furrowed. “Of course”, I reply calmly. “But you will undress how and when I tell you”.

I pull a chair from the corner of the room, turn it around with the back facing you, and sit astride it, arms crossed and legs apart. I watch you, you’re nervous with anticipation and not sure what to do. You twiddle your hair between your fingers and your knees begin to move together. “Keep your legs open so I can see your pussy”, I remind you, and you spread them for me again, the fabric of your thong tight and strained as it stretches over your pussy, and then disappears beneath you.

“Put your hand down your panties, but do not touch yourself yet”.

You slip your hand into the tiny thong; it barely covers your fingers. I stare at you, drinking in the sight of you, half naked, fingers deep in you panties, legs spread and obeying my every word. My cock is rock hard by now, and I unbutton my own jeans, drawing down the zip of my fly, and easing out my erection, which I begin to stroke.

Your eyes are following my every move, widening as I bring out my cock. I can see you want to touch it, suck it, fuck it. But not yet.

“You want this” – partly a question, partly a statement. You nod gently. “Are you wet enough for it? Feel yourself and tell me”.

Your shoulders drop with relief, and your plunge your fingers deeper into your underwear, running them between you moist lips which respond to your touch, swelling and oozing.

You close your eyes momentarily, but I snap you back to me: “Well?”. You look up and nod “yes, I’m ready, you should fuck me now. I need you to fuck me”. I smile, still stroking my ever hardening cock. “All in good time. You aren’t anywhere near ready yet”. And I reach into the breast pocket of my coat.

I take the polished silver dildo from my coat pocket, and play with it, feeling the weight in my hands. It’s longer than my cock, slightly narrower, with ridges every 2-3 fingerwidths along its length, and small bumps covering its surface. I turn it over in my hands, and then walk over and place it on the desk beside you. It glints in the light, sparkling at you. You stare at it, transfixed, momentarily ignoring my
own shaft as I walk back to my seat.

“Take off your top” I instruct, and you eagerly peel off the clumsy jumper, revealing your last remaining item of clothing other than your thong. The emerald push-up bra has a clasp at the front, and is decorated with tiny gemstones. It pushes your firm, small but ample breasts together. I nod approvingly, continuing to stroke my erection, and then tell you to undo the clasp.

You flick the small fastening apart, and the cups immediately drop away. Even from across the room, I can see how hard your nipples are. “Touch them”, I tell you, and you pull your hand from your thong and begin to rub and caress your breasts. You roll your nipples between your fingers, and start to moan gently as your arousal heightens.

Occasionally you glance across to the gleaming silver on the desk, but then remember that I am in control, and try to be patient. I sit, enjoying my own private erotica show, but decide I want more.

“It’s time. Pick it up.”.

You stop caressing your chest, and look up at me, blinking. I look at the crotch of your panties, a dark patch spreading through them as your moisture oozes into them. You reach across, trying to be graceful, but snatch the solid chrome dildo like a child in a playground. Your expression is of delight, as the thick cool rod feels weighty in your hands. You turn it over, examining the small bumps and ridges, until I speak again.

“Now, fuck yourself with it. Leave your knickers on. Make sure I can see, everything”.

You run the dildo into your mouth, and let your saliva run down its length. Then you reach down below the seat, and pull the lever, the chair rocking back and locking in a more laid-back position. Then you reach between your wide-open legs and pull the small strip of material to the side, revealing your beautiful flower for me.

As you slip the dildo into your cunt, the cool metal makes you take a sharp intake of breath. It feels cold, smooth, hard and as each bump and ridge slips between your lips, you breath in deeper and deeper. Soon, the full length is inside, and you start to stroke it in and out of your dripping hole. Your other hand is on your pussy, holding aside your tiny thong and rubbing your pink hard clitoris. You begin to moan, your breathing is quicker and as you fuck yourself harder you lean back and open your legs wider, spreading your lips for me so I can see them being pulled back and forth as the long rod slips in and out of you.

“Come, I want you to come” I instruct, and you move the dildo faster. I stand up and walk over to you, and as you fuck your self hard and harder, juices running along and dripping off the metal shaft, your eyes track my cock, hard and thick, red cockhead swollen and shiny. As I approach you my waist is at your head height, and your mouth is already open, so when I tell you “suck my cock, eat me, let me fuck your mouth” you’re already drooling.

I slip my length between your lips and you close them around me, tongue running along the underside as the sticky drops oozing from my tip roll onto it. You start to move your head back and forth, leaving a trail of bubbles along my shaft as you suck my cock and fuck your wet cunt with the metal dildo.

I fuck your mouth, harder and harder, taking a handful of your hair and ramming my cock into your throat. As you suck me harder and faster I thrust in and out of you, and the silver rod glides in and out of your cunt. I look down, taking it all in, your tits bouncing with the movement of your body, my hard shaft slipping in and out of your mouth and your slick cunt being fucked and fingered by your own hands.

I start to feel my come rising up inside me, and wonder where I want to come on you. Finally I can’t take it, and as my knees buckle, I feel my balls spasm. My come spurts into your mouth, and rolls across your tongue, hot sticky and gooey. I pull my cock out of your mouth, and my streams of spunk drip onto your chest, running down your stomach in slow thick rivulets gathering in your belly button. You’re still fucking yourself when I slip my cock back into your mouth, and your lips close around it, tongue flicking the base of my cock-head and sending shivers up my spine, making me grab for the chair to keep my balance. My come is oozing from your lips, running down your chin, but you ignore it and lick and suck my length, steadying the base of my shaft with one hand, thrusting the silver rod into yourself with the other.

You’re covered in me, and now I want you, so I reach down and bat your hand away from between your legs. The dildo is deep inside you, and I grasp the end lifting and pushing it further into you. You hand grabs my wrist, and you hold me as I push the hard cold steel in and out of you – until with one stroke I slip it out of you, splattering drips across the floor. I toss the dildo away, it clatters on the floor and rolls into the corner but I’m already between your thighs, oblivious to the toy as I brush my glans along your soft wet cleft and then it slide fully into your hungry cunt.

I stroke in and out of you, slowly at first, and then lifting your hips up in the air with your legs wrapped around my waist I speed up my thrusts until the whole chair is sliding back and forth on its castors. You grip me tight with your legs, and as I support your raised hips with on hand, my other is on your stomach and chest, massaging my come into your soft gleaming skin, leaving trails in the creamy thinning spunk which is starting to go sticky on you. By now the room is just a haze for you, all you can feel is the heat and hardness of my cock slipping in and out of you, your muscles gripping and spasming as waves of climaxes flow over you again and again.

Then, it becomes too much and you scream out, muscles shuddering and spasming, body writhing and convulsing, my cock milked of the last drops of my earlier orgasm as your cunt grips and squeezes it from all sides. And then you drop back onto the chair, slipping off my shaft, a messy cocktail of sweat and half-dried spunk shimmering across your chest and belly.

I walk over to the silver toy, still stroking my cock as it softens, enjoying the silky feel of my skin soaked in your juices. I bend and pick it up, before placing it on the desk, pulling on my jeans, and heading out of the door, leaving you on the chair, almost naked, spread open and fucked, breathing gently as the world slows down the carousel around you.