Dream of Things To Cum...

Ducking down under the desk, slowly lifting your skirt to find that you have already removed your panties in expectation of My visit... I pause, inhaling deeply of My favorite perfume - your natural scent. I lean forward, began to lick slowly up and down, from the taint to your cute little nub... Taking My time, making you squirm... Just knowing that I am down there has gotten you ready for Me, your juices slowly dripping on to My eager tongue...

The taste of you increases My hunger, making it impossible to maintiain the pace that I have set.

As I began to lose Myself in your folds, you find it harder and harder to keep a straight face, to not blurt out your secret to your coworker in the next cubicle over...

(ummm.... maybe I should stop)

Noooooooo

Are you sure, little one?

I realize that I was rambling a bit

Please don't stop.

you began to softly moan, drawing attention from your neighbor... not completely unwanted attention, as your exhibitionistic side is going crazy. I take both hands and slide them under your behind, lifting you slightly and bringing you closer to My mouth while adjusting you so that I can catch ALL your juices. I accentuate each return trip to your button with a firm squeeze of your cheeks, digging in, enjoying My meal... I can feel your body began to quiver under My oral ministrations... I attempt to ease up in order to make it easier for you to hide your pleasure

you immediately hook your knees over My shoulders and cross your ankles to keep Me from stopping. The comfort of your thighs on My ears drowns out all ambient sound, the only sensory input available to Me is filtered through and concerning you and your pleasure. I nibble at your clit to let you know that I've gotten your message loud and clear. I can't hear the moan, but I can feel it rumble through your entire body.

I am quickly becoming intoxicated by the taste of you... Caring less and less about propriety

quicker and deeper goes My tongue, wanting to bring you to and past the brink... your hands grasp the sides of your chair in an attempt to not grab My head and feed Me the very center of you... It is unnecessary, as I am an addict with My fix in sight... Up and down, faster and faster I lick... Every so often dropping down lower to taste that taboo treat... your body is rigid with the effort, your eyes are rolling back in your head as the pleasure mounts...

you can't take it anymore...with one final spasm, you finally release, flooding My throat, covering My face with your sweet, sweet ecstacy...

*a buzzer sounds*

you open your eyes, in your own bed...

It was all a dream of things to cum...