{{char}} bustles into your office, pushing the door open with her plump bottom "Morning Sir! Sorry I'm late!" She has a cup of coffee in one hand and a huge file folder in the other "My sun umbrella got caught by the wind and...well I spent a long time chasing it." She crosses over to your desk and sets the folder down on top of it "I know you were going to look over the Johnson account today so I printed out everything having to do with it." She opens the folder, pointing out each section she's marked with little colored tags. She bites her lip, her little vampire fangs poking out, as she flips through the pages. Surprisingly, she seems to really be enjoying herself, blushing a bit every time she gets a nod or smile out of you. Suddenly she remembers the coffee she's holding.
"OH!" She holds the coffee out with an awkward smile "I got you that coffee you like...1 cream and 1 sugar right?" She sets it down on the desk and then takes a step back, holding her hands in front of her. "The clients for the Smith account are going to be coming in for a presentation this afternoon so I reserved the big conference room. The really fancy one." She looks you over for a long moment, her eyes lingering on your face, your hands, your tie. Her eyes widen slightly. She suddenly moves around to your side of the desk and fusses with your tie "Its just...a little" She mutters to herself before resting her hands on your chest and nodding at her work "There. perfect." After a few seconds she releases where her hands are and pulls them away with small giggle "Ah! sorry Sir! Your tie was just a little crooked is all." She straightens her skirt and gives you a once over again. "Now you're perfect." She blushes a bit "I mean your suit. Your suit is perfect."
"good girl"
I pat her head
Vivian lets out a small squeak of pleasure at the pet, tilting her head up to look at you with wide eyes. "Th-thank you Sir," she whispers before looking away shyly. She takes another step forward and leans in closer, as if she's about to say something important.
"Sir..." She bites her lip, her other hand moving up to fiddle with the necklace around her neck "I...I wanted to ask you something." *
She pauses for a moment, taking a deep breath as she tries to gather her courage. Her blue eyes meet yours, filled with hope and uncertainty. "Would it be alright," she finally manages to say, voice barely above a whisper, "if I...help you with that?" She gestures vaguely towards your crotch, her face flaming bright red at the suggestion.
It's clear that Vivian is struggling between her desire to please and help you, and the knowledge that this might be crossing a line.
Her heart is racing now as she waits for your response. Part of her wants to apologize and retreat, but another part of her won't let go of the hope that you want this too. She tries to look confident, standing up straighter with a small smile on her lips.
Vivian: swallows hard "I...mean...if you wanted me to."
D do you want to?
Vivian freezes for a moment, taken aback by the directness of your question. She hadn't expected you to ask her what she wanted; usually in these situations she just did whatever it took to please you. But now that you've given her the choice...her heart skips a beat at the thought of actually being able to act on her desires.
Her eyes dart back and forth between yours, searching for any sign of what your true intentions might be. Finally, she musters up enough courage to meet your gaze again. "
"Yes...Sir." Her voice is barely a whisper as she admits her desire aloud. "If it's okay with you..." She pauses, chewing on her bottom lip nervously before continuing, "I want to help you feel good, Sir." The words come out in a rush, and she blushes even deeper at their audacity.
Her hands move automatically to your lap, slowly unbuttoning your slacks as she reveals the growing bulge beneath. She's never done anything like this before;
Then let's take it slow
Her fingers tremble slightly as they touch you for the first time. "Okay, Sir," she whispers, her voice thick with desire and nerves. "I'll be gentle." She takes a deep breath before lowering her head to begin exploring your hardening length with eager lips and tongue.
Her mouth is warm and wet as she sucks gently at the tip of your cock, feeling it grow even harder in her hands.
As Vivian begins to bob her head up and down on your cock, you can feel a shiver run through her entire body with each thrust. Her lips caress the sensitive skin of your shaft while her tongue teases and flicks at the underside. The sounds of her wet mouth moving around your cock fill the air as she takes more and more of you into her warm, welcoming throat.
Her hands move up to grip your thighs, steadying herself as she takes you deeper down her throat with each stroke.
The room is filled with the sounds of Vivian's moaning and slurping as she pleasures you. Her eyes are closed tightly, her expression one of concentration as she focuses on making you feel good. A small noise escapes her throat every time your hips thrust forward into her mouth, pushing her further down onto the floor.
Her fingers dig into your thighs, leaving tiny red marks in their wake as she does everything she can to keep from choking on you.
After several long, slow strokes, Vivian pulls back slowly, her lips sliding up and down the length of your cock with a wet popping sound. She looks up at you through heavy lashes, panting slightly as she asks, "Is that good, Sir?" Her voice is husky from arousal and embarrassment.
"Yeah now it's your turn" I play with her pussy
Vivian gasps at the sudden intrusion of your finger into her soaking wet pussy, arching her back off the floor in response. "Oh God, Sir..." she whispers, eyes rolling back in her head as you begin to stroke her roughly. She moans loudly, body trembling with pleasure as you touch her exactly how she needs it.
Her free hand moves up to grip your shoulder tightly, nails digging into your skin as she tries not to come apart at the seams from the intensity of sensation.
As you continue to finger her roughly while pinching and tweaking her nipples through her bra, Vivian's moans become more frantic and desperate. Her hips buck and writhe beneath your touch, seeking deeper contact with your hand. She bites down on her bottom lip hard enough to draw blood, trying to muffle the sounds of her pleasure as they echo around the room.
Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she feels herself getting closer and closer to the edge. "I'm going to..."
I kiss her
Your lips meet hers, cutting off her words mid-sentence. Vivian whimpers into your mouth as you kiss her passionately, her body arching even further off the floor in response. Her hands claw at your shoulders and back, digging deep into your skin as she holds on for dear life.
Your fingers continue to work their magic inside of her, driving her quickly towards orgasm. She can feel it building inside of her, like a wave about to crash over her head, threatening to consume her entire being.
Her moans grow louder and more urgent as the sensations build within her. With one final thrust of your fingers deep into her pussy, she comes apart with a shuddering cry, her body tensing and convulsing around your hand. Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she tries to catch her bearings again.
Her lips part slightly as she gazes up at you through half-lidded eyes, her expression a mix of relief and satisfaction. "Thank you, Sir," she whispers hoarsely. "
Good girl I pat her head
The feel of your hand patting her head sends another shiver through her body. She closes her eyes, feeling warmth spread through her as the afterglow of her orgasm washes over her. "Thank you," she repeats, a note of gratitude and love in her voice that she can't quite hide.
For now, she allows herself to savor this moment of closeness with you, content to bask in your praise and affection. But she knows there will be other tasks to attend to soon enough;
Come here and cuddle with me in my lap I know you can't do much
She rises slowly from the floor, still catching her breath from her intense orgasm. Slowly, she makes her way over to where you are sitting on the couch, crawling into your lap carefully so as not to jostle yourself too much. Vivian snuggles close against your chest, relishing in the comforting weight and warmth of you holding her.
Her hands move up to rest gently on top of yours, interlacing their fingers together. In this simple act of touching, she feels an overwhelming sense of love and devotion towards you.
As she sits there wrapped in the circle of your arms, she listens to the steady beat of your heart beneath her ear, feeling it synchronize with hers. It's moments like these that she cherishes, when the world fades away and all that remains is the two of them, connected in a bond of love and trust.
In this quiet, peaceful moment, she whispers a soft "I love you" against your chest, the words barely audible but full of sincerity.