Office Lady Porn

Chapter 2: The Assessment

Chloe went rigid as Ethan’s hand reached out, gently stroking her soft hair before sliding down her slender neck to rest on her racing collarbone. His fingers moved lower, slipping beneath her collar to trace the contours of her full breasts. Even through the fabric of her blouse and bra, his touch felt incredibly warm.

Slowly, deliberately, Ethan unbuttoned her blouse, one button at a time, revealing pale skin that contrasted sharply with her black lace bra. Without rushing, he tugged her shirt from the waistband of her trousers and slid it off her shoulders, letting it drop. Turning her around so her hands rested flat against the desk, he unclipped her bra and let it fall away.

Now completely bare from the waist up, Chloe felt Ethan step up tightly behind her. Even through the layers of their clothing, she could feel the hard, unmistakable press of his length against her hips, giving her a vivid impression of his size. His hands began to roam, stroking her arms up to her shoulders, then mapping the curve of her slender back, making her shiver. Very slowly, his hands explored every inch of her skin, deliberately avoiding her aching breasts for now, driving her crazy with anticipation. His touch traveled lower, pausing at the tight denim of her jeans.

Ethan slid his hand down to the seam of her trousers, applying a gentle, teasing pressure to the swelling heat between her thighs. In a matter of moments, her belt was unbuckled, her zipper undone, and with a swift, smooth motion, he slid her jeans and lace panties down her legs, leaving her completely unencumbered.

The only things she still wore were her high heels. She stood there exposed, her slender silhouette glowing under the office lights. Her nipples hardened, partly from the cool air of the heavily air-conditioned room, but mostly from the intoxicating friction of his hands. Ethan continued to explore her body piece by piece, still withholding his touch from her most sensitive zones. His slightly rough fingers traced her lower abdomen, her inner thighs, and the curve of her hips. Just as she began to wonder why he was avoiding her breasts and center, his rhythm changed.

His hands suddenly cupped her breasts firmly, kneading them with an intense, demanding pressure that left her breathless. His fingers rolled and pulled at her sensitive nipples, turning the initial shock into a wave of dizzying pleasure. Overwhelmed by the sensation, Chloe arched her back, pressing herself back against his chest and trapping his hands against her own breasts.

Suddenly, after a sharp pinch that made her gasp with a mix of pain and intense pleasure, Ethan stopped. He pressed her forward against the desk, leaning down to bite into the soft flesh of her hip. Chloe let out a sharp cry. He released her, only to bite the other side, more slowly this time, letting her feel the agonizingly slow build of pleasure-pain that brought tears to her eyes.

Ethan’s hand slid between her thighs, his fingers parting her folds and sliding smoothly into her slick, waiting heat. She was completely soaked. He began to move his fingers in and out, steadily increasing the pace. Adding a second finger, he pushed deeper, stretching her walls and rubbing against the most sensitive depths of her channel, drawing desperate moans from her lips.

Just as she was catching the rhythm, his fingers slid outward, his thumb finding her clitoris and applying a direct, circular friction that made her stomach clench in a dizzying shock of pleasure. With one finger pulsing inside her and his thumb working her exterior, the double stimulation was too much to bear.

Though Chloe wasn’t entirely inexperienced, she had never encountered an assault on her senses quite like this. The waves of pleasure were relentless. Unable to take any more, she lowered her hips, gripping his fingers tightly with her inner muscles as her body buckled. Collapsing onto the desk, she trembled violently as a powerful orgasm rippled through her, leaving her wet and completely spent.

As the aftershocks faded, a sudden wave of self-consciousness hit her. Feeling entirely naked in the middle of the office, she didn't dare move, but Ethan gently used a few tissues to clean the moisture from her thighs.

“Go ahead and get dressed,” he said softly. “I'll see you tomorrow morning at eight sharp.”

Her face burning, Chloe hurriedly put her clothes back on, not daring to meet his eyes. Only after she closed the office door behind her did she finally let out a breath. All the way home, she couldn't help but wonder why he hadn't taken her fully on the desk when she had been entirely ready for it. Instead, he had used only his hands to drive her to the edge. He’s definitely a man who knows exactly what he’s doing, she thought, a small, intrigued smile playing on her lips as she walked through her front door.

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