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Nanami Kento was a pessimistic man, and after a life full of tragedy, it was hard for him to feel a sense of happiness. The twinges of enjoyment he did feel never lasted long. Work provided a distraction, but his office job was a bore that sucked the little joy he had away. He refused to work overtime, and though he tried to spend his off time with self-care, reading, and baking, he still felt something was lacking in his life.
When you came along, a fresh-faced hire who hadn’t been crushed by the corporate world, he realized what was missing in his life. When he found out you’d be his new assistant, he couldn’t help but smile a little. And when you drunkenly confessed your crush doing a company outing to a local pub, he laughed due to the delight that filled him.
Many dates and months later, his life didn’t seem so glum. Work had become far more bearable, and he’d found ways to deal with some day-to-day hindrances that irked him. It was no longer an issue if he had to work overtime because he’d have you keep his cock warm until he tackled that mountain of paperwork. It’d be okay if he couldn’t grab lunch, because he’d just eat your pussy instead. No problem if he had to make a dreadful phone call, he’d let you suck him off under the desk, taking his stress away like the good girl you were.
And when his computer update dragged on, he’d edge you until it was complete.
His desktop had been updating for ten minutes, and only reached seven percent completion. Knowing it was going to take a while for it to finish, he called you into his office. Within minutes, you entered the room and shut the door behind you, subtly locking it.
“Sir?” you questioned, the excitement in your eyes hinting that you knew what was about to occur.
His recent absence might also have to do with that, as an impromptu business trip had kept him away from you for nearly a week.
“My computer’s updating,” he explained, knowing he needn’t say more.
Your mouth made an ‘O’ shape, and biting back a grin, you began to undress. Your jumpsuit was soon a pile on the floor, leaving you in a lacy bra and panties and your 4-inch block heels. You looked at him with a lustful gaze, though you awaited further instructions before doing anything.
Nanami adored how obedient you were.
He curled two fingers in your direction, beckoning you over. Without hesitating, you sauntered to him and took your place on his lap. He wrapped an arm around your waist, his fingers trailing along the swell of your breasts. He peaked at his desktop screen to check how far along the computer was. It’d jumped to fifteen percent. It was going faster now, which boded well for you.
“One request,” he said, his hand traveling southward. “What is it?”
“Eat my pussy?” you replied, looking at him through your lashes.
He couldn’t help but chuckle. “You know the goal is to not orgasm immediately, right?”
“It feels good, even if I’m not allowed to climax,” you protested, a small pout making its way onto your lips. “You said I get one request.”
“You’re right,” he agreed, picking you up and placing you on his freakishly neat desk. “But if you—”
“If I come, you’ll punish me, I know.” You finished his sentence in an agitated tone, whilst you were tugging down your panties to give him easy access to your sopping cunt. “Now just lick me already!”
Scratch what he said before, you could be a brat at times.
He frowned at your bossiness, and in retaliation, he slapped the inside of both thighs, hard enough to leave a mark. The corners of his mouth turned upwards at your yelp.
“Watch how you speak to me,” he barked, using his thumb to circle your throbbing clit.
A breathy whimper left you, and you panted, “I’m sorry, sir!”
Dropping to his knees, he buried his face in your heat, and you spread your legs to accommodate his wide shoulders. You shuddered as he dragged his nose along your slit, savoring the scent of your feminine musk.
“You smell so good,” he murmured, before licking your pussy lips, which were glistening you’re your arousal. “Delicious.”
A cry left when he speared his tongue inside you, and your hands flew to his hair. He was going to tongue-fuck you just how you liked it, per your request. And once your thighs started to tremble around his head, in the interest of the little game the two of you were playing, he’d stop, stealing every orgasm away until his computer was finished updating.
Speaking of which, it was now at thirty-one percent.
His tongue repeatedly darted in and out of you. You started to grind against your face, and he quickly placed his hands on your hips and held you down. Deciding to switch tactics, he angled his tongue upwards, purposelessly targeting your G-spot. You gasped and arched into his mouth.
“Right there!” you cried, your hands flying to his hair, gripping the blond locks and trying to ‘trap’ him against your cunt.
He smiled at the thought, knowing he could easily break your hold.
Within seconds, the lower half of his face was dotted with your slick, and moans were spilling from you. He couldn’t help but groan against you, the taste of your juices never failing to make him rock hard. Your cunt was the sweetest he’d ever tasted, and if he was able to, he’d happily allow you to be his breakfast, lunch, and dinner.
“Oh my gosh,” you rasped out, your head thrown back in ecstasy.
Your breath started becoming more strained, your sounds became an octave higher, and your body was starting to tremble. You were close. So, Nanami pulled his tongue out of your hole, shushing your whine of protest. He pressed kisses to your thighs as you waited for your orgasm to fade away. It took great restraint on his part not to eat you until you came, but (un) fortunately, Nanami was a very disciplined man. Perhaps during his next update, he’d see how many times he could make you orgasm until his computer was done updating. However, for this update, he’d stick to edging.
You seemed to be a good-luck charm, because the computer was finally picking up speed, and was now exactly halfway through the update.
When your breathing started to even back out, he dived back in, pressing open-mouth kisses to your pussy. He wiggled his tongue back inside you, swirling it around to taste you as much as possible. His nose bumped against your clit with every movement, quickly building your orgasm back up. Your hole clenched.
“I’m cl—”
He came up from a breath, glaring at you as he barked, “Don’t you dare. Hold it.”
His computer was at fifty-nine percent. More than halfway done, but still too soon for you to come.
You whimpered a little, and as soon as the words were out of his mouth, he went back to mouthing at you. Nanami should pull away and let your pleasure fade again, but days away from you had left him feeling greedy. So, he wrapped his lips around your swollen feminine bud and sucked it into his mouth, stroking his tongue over it before pulling it away. Your eyes were full of unshed tears, and a frown tugged at your lips.
He stood up, then leaned down, wiping your frown away with a kiss. He shared your flavor with you when he stroked his tongue against yours. Your lips locked, Nanami rutted against your damp pussy, his hard cock straining against his slacks. You moaned into his mouth, then began to ground against him. Foolishly, he thought little of it, until you were shuddering, your cunt was pulsing around nothing, and whimpers flowed from you.
He pulled away, looking at you disapprovingly. “Did you just—”
“I’m sorry!” you squeaked; your misty gaze glued to the tops of your thighs. “I just—”
“Disobeyed me, because you wanted to hump against me like a bitch in heat.” His eyes were narrowed, and he stepped away. “Bend over the desk.”
“Bu—”
“Bend. Over.”
Brat you were, you glared at him for a moment before you complied, bending over to give him access to your ass, and further exposing your pussy in the process. He couldn’t help but swallow coarsely, the tip of his dick weeping pre-cum.
“You’re going to count each hit,” he said, rubbing the globes of your ass cheek. “Miss one, we start over. We’ll start with ten.”
Without further warning, he delivered the first blow, making you squeak. He admired how the fat jiggled, and some primal part of him treasured seeing his marks on your body.
“One,” you said, your body being pushed forward by the force of the hit.
He massaged the area of impact, before bringing his calloused, outspread palm down on your unmarred cheek.
“Two,” you gasped, sounding fucking pathetic.
His eyes raked over your body, his brow cocking when he saw a trickle of arousal run down your thigh. You were dripping all over the place, over what should be a punishment.
“Naughty girl, getting off on this,” he cooed after the fifth hit.
So far, you hadn’t missed a number, making Nanami decide to up the ante. The computer was at seventy percent, anyway, making it safe to begin playing with you again. Thus, he guided two of his long fingers inside your dripping hole, stroking your folds as he spanked you again.
“S-six,” you stammered out, wiggling your hips for additional stimulation.
Your punishment for that was an especially hard seventh hit, though his fingers didn’t still.
“You’re doing so good,” he cooed after the eighth hit.
He curled his fingers upward, targeting that spongy spot deep inside you. A whiny moan left you when he found it.
“No fair,” you said with a shaky voice.
“Hush,” he ordered, bringing his hand down for the ninth time, licking his lips when he felt your pussy tighten around his fingers. “And stick to counting.”
“Nine!”
Finally, he spanked you for the tenth time.
“Ten!”
“Good girl,” he praised, leaning down and pressing kisses to your sore cheeks, before focusing on playing with your pussy.
Eight-five percent complete. It wouldn’t be too much longer until he could properly fuck you.
He snaked a hand under you to palm at your breasts, still curling his fingers inside you. Nanami never played fair when he edged you. If it was easy for you not to orgasm, what was even the point? As a result, he used his intricate knowledge of your body against you, targeting the spot he knew would have you seeing stars. You whined when he started rubbing your clit with his thumb.
Ten percent left to the update.
Deciding it was safe to up the ante again, he added a third finger, pulling another adorable noise from you. Foolish girl you were, you tried to squirm away from the intrusion as he stretched you out, earning four harsh smacks to your ass, two for each cheek. Maybe he was a little bit of a sadist, but he adored the way you cried out.
“Stay still,” he ordered, pistoning his fingers into your leaky pussy.
Five percent left.
His fingers speed up, and his thumb continued to circle your clit. He was painfully hard, and he grew anxious as it suddenly jumped four percent. Just a little longer, and he’d finally be able to get some relief.
The moment your orgasm hit, the update finished, saving you from punishment and making Nanami mentally cheer. He didn’t waste a second pulling his fingers from you and freeing his erection. One hand on your hip, he used the other to guide his cock to your entrance. You whimpered as he connected the two of you in a single thrust, while he let out a deep groan. You gobbled him up immediately, and your previous orgasms made you take him with ease.
“You feel—shit—like heaven,” he panted, so worked up that he felt like he could cum at that moment.
You were already too cock drunk to answer him, so a series of incoherent mumbling was his response. The desk rocked back and forth from the force of his thrusts, the breathy moans leaving you fueling his desire. He cast aside every thought in his mind. Consumed in the moment, his only focus was fucking into you. With both hands on your hips, he used his hold to push you onto his dick to meet his thrusts. Soon, you were doing it without his urging, your hips meeting as you pushed yourself against him.
“That’s it, baby,” he said, draping his chest over your back to press a kiss onto your sweaty shoulder.
His mouth navigated to the crook of your neck, licking and sucking the tender skin there as tension built in his core. Even though you were on birth control, he should pull out, for the simple fact that you’d have to finish the workday with his semen dripping from your pussy. Normally, he was courteous enough to pull out and cum elsewhere, but today…
The business trip meant he’d been away from you for days. Not only had he missed your company, but he missed the nirvana that lay between your thighs. He’d managed to maintain control up until then, but the feelings of your silky walls fluttering around him meant his rationality was quickly slipping away. While he’d normally cum elsewhere, today, the thought of marking you from the inside excited him.
The hand fondling your breast moved back to your swollen clit, making you mewl.
“Come with me, please,” he murmured against your neck, too out of it to realize how needy he sounded.
He drew figure eight over the throbbing bud. A few shallow thrusts later, Nanami’s orgasm hit, and his hand began to slow. He felt a tremble run through his body as ropes of cum flew straight into you. Stars danced behind his closed eyelids, days of being without you making his climax feel better than normal.
A small sob left you as your pussy tightened, sucking him in further as you came again, milking him for everything he was worth. A minute or so later, the two of you were panting heavily as you came down from your highs. His cock finally began to soften, and though he rued the thought of leaving your warmth, he knew he had to. When he pulled out, some of his cum trickled from your cunt, the viscous white liquid sliding along your thighs transfixing him. Unable to help himself, he placed two fingers on your pussy lips and spread them. You shifted as the cool office air hit your folds, while Nanami licked his lips at the sight of your glistening folds, shining with a combination of your slick and his cum.
“What are you—”
Your question turned into a whine as he swiped his tongue along your slit, collecting the combined juices on his tongue. He sighed contently, deciding to clean up your messy hole with his mouth.
“Too much,” you whimpered, trying to wiggle away.
He was inclined to disagree, despite your overstimulated state. He wrapped an arm around your waist, trapping you against his hungry mouth. You muttered a few more weak protests, but that didn’t stop you from rocking against his tongue.
“To—”
“Hush,” he ordered, then wiggled his tongue back into you, gliding the pink appendage through your folds.
His mind now cleared from its lustful haze, he knew how uncomfortable it’d be for you to walk around for hours longer with such a lewd predicament between your legs, and the last thing he wanted you to feel was discomfort.
Nanami was a courteous man, after all.