I remember the night like it was yesterday. The office was empty, the hum of the city outside a distant lullaby. I, Elena, had just stepped out of college, my body a canvas of youth and innocence, now painted with the hues of desire. My size 5 jeans hugged my curves, and my long black hair cascaded down my back like a waterfall of silk. I was a schoolgirl no more, but a sex goddess in the making, and Fernando, the executive at our firm, was my guide in this journey of pleasure.
I entered Fernando's office quietly, the click of my heels echoing in the empty hallway. He was engrossed in a videoconference, his eyes glued to the screen, his fingers dancing on the keyboard. He barely noticed me as I slipped in, my heart pounding with anticipation. I ditched my dress, letting it pool at my feet, and stood before him in nothing but my thong, a wicked smile playing on my lips.
"You're not going to believe what I have for you, Fernando," I said, my voice a sultry whisper. I started to dance, my hips swaying to the rhythm of my own desire. His eyes flickered to me, a spark of interest igniting in their depths. I moved towards his chair, my ass swaying, teasing him, taunting him. I could feel his gaze on me, hot and heavy, like a physical touch.
I twerked my fine ass, feeling his hands roam over my curves, his fingers dipping into my thong, finding my wetness. I moaned softly, my body responding to his touch, my pussy aching for more. I kept dancing, my body moving in a sensual rhythm, his fingers playing with my holes, driving me wild.
"You like that, don't you?" I purred, looking back at him over my shoulder. His eyes were dark with desire, his breath coming in ragged gasps. He nodded, his fingers never stopping their delicious torture.
As soon as the call was over, he stood up, his chair clattering to the floor. He bent me over his desk, his hands rough and demanding on my skin. I gasped as I felt his cock press against my ass, hard and insistent. He didn't waste any time, pushing into me with a single, powerful thrust. I cried out, the sensation of him filling me, stretching me, sending waves of pleasure coursing through my body.
"Fuck,," he groaned, his hips moving in a steady rhythm. "You feel so good."
I moaned, my body moving in sync with his, my ass pushing back against him, taking him deeper, harder. I could feel my orgasm building, a coiled spring ready to snap. His fingers found my clit, rubbing it in time with his thrusts, pushing me closer and closer to the edge.
"Don't stop," I begged, my voice a breathless whisper. "I'm so close."
He didn't stop. He fucked me harder, his fingers working my clit, his cock pounding into my ass. I came with a cry, my body convulsing, my pussy gushing, my ass clenching around his cock. He groaned, his hips jerking as he found his own release, filling me with his hot cum.
We stayed like that for a moment, our bodies entwined, our breaths coming in ragged gasps. Then, he pulled out, his cum dripping down my leg, a cream pie of our passion. I stood up, my body still tingling with pleasure, and looked at him, a wicked smile on my lips.
"Well," I said, my voice a sultry purr. "I think I've learned my lesson. But I have a feeling I'll need more... tutoring."
He laughed, his eyes dark with desire. "Oh, Elena," he said, his voice a low growl. "I think you're right. But next time, I want to see you swallow."
I shivered, the promise in his words sending a thrill of anticipation through my body. I knew I was in for a wild ride, and I couldn't wait. I was Elena, the sex goddess, and Fernando was my guide in this journey of pleasure. And I was ready to explore every inch of it.