Coming to Grips(Current Rating 67/100, based on 29 votes)
He approached her office for the hundredth time, but this time was different. His goal of testing his newfound power was his sole focus. As he and Amanda, his boss, were racing to get this assignment completed by Monday, they were the only ones in the office tonight. Facing her was a common source of apprehension, as she frequently berated him for negligence and belittled his ideas. His mind racing as he crossed the threshold of the doorway, he was only vaguely aware of his sweating palms and timid posture. She looked up from her computer screen, removing her glasses and welcoming him with an inquisitive glare. He said hello distractedly.
With the soft light of the small office's lamp upon her, and the brighter light of the computer monitor lighting her face from below, he could see how beautiful she really was. Underneath her all-business demeanor and non-flattering pantsuits, Amanda was unusually pretty, almost girly. Without the glare from her glasses, her bright green eyes belied a softness she never exuded at work. Her lips were remarkably full and puckered. For a moment, he couldn't take his eyes off them.
"What is it?" She asked sternly, noticing his apprehension. He did not respond. Instead, he just decided to go for it. What could go wrong? If anything, she'd just stare back blankly and think he was stupid. He had nothing to lose.
Take off your top. There, he thought. It was out there. Either he'd found the most amazing ability in the universe or he'd imagined the whole thing and was just another nobody. Nervous as he was, lost in his own thoughts, he managed to detect an usual shift in her posture and facial expression. She looked dazed for a moment, as if confused by an unusual sense she hadn't noticed creeping up on her, then set her glasses down on her desk.
"Are you okay?" Amanda asked, noticeably growing impatient. As his shoulders sagged and his thoughts turned to disappointment, she unbuttoned the collar of her blouse. An unstoppable pang of hope shot through him, and he stared on, more intent in this moment than anything he'd ever anticipated. Her hand continued to move down her blouse, unbuttoning as it went, past the third button, taught between her ample breasts, all the way down to her belt. As she shrugged her shoulders, she grabbed each side of her white top and pulled it behind her, jutting her breasts out, down, and toward his bewildered eyes.
Restricted by her white lace bra, Amanda's sizeable breasts strained to be free, causing such tension, he was almost sure the bra would snap apart at the clasp, located directly in between them. His briefs quickly became tighter as the sight of her tight tummy came into his view. She gently placed the blouse on her desk, and raised an eyebrow at him.
She cleared her throat and said matter-of-factly, "Is there something on my shirt? I'm up here." He was stunned. He met here gaze instantly, a thousand questions bombarding his mind.
Does she know? Does she even notice she's topless? Does she still think she's wearing a shirt? Am I imagining this? Did she think she was in fact wearing a blouse and believes I'm just checking out her tits? Is this seriously happening?!
"Uh, no, ma'am. Nothing's wrong. Just uh...saying hello. See you later." His voice trailed off, and she gave a disapproving and incredulous look as he rushed out of her office and back to his cubicle, where he sat, perplexed and wide-eyed. His brain was reeling with questions and his heart was pounding with excitement.
After a few minutes of intense thoughts, he managed to calm himself and view the situation objectively. It became clear, with what little informatoin he had, that he had, in fact, implanted a suggestion into her brain, which she then executed. Some of the particulars were hazy, however. Clearly she hadn't detected this intrusion, but not only was there no resistance to it, Amanda seemed oblivious to the entire thing. She had removed her blouse so nonchalantly she either didn't realize she was doing it, or was unconcerned by it's repercussions. Wrapped in his thoughts, he did not notice the familiar clicking of heels headed toward him.
"Hey," she began, startling him so much he jumped, "Where are the Armond files?" As he whirled around, he could not believe his eyes. There she stood, a mere two feet from him, looking down on him while her sizeable breasts remained guarded by only a tight, lacy layer. Thinking fast, he allowed his eyes to dawdle only a breath of a second on her voluptuous curves before spinning his seat back toward his desk. A few keystrokes (and many heartbeats) later, he calmly spun back around and informed her that they should be in her e-mail inbox. Without thanks, Amanda spun and clicked her heels back toward her office. Speechless, he watched as her bare back swayed behind her, and was gripped by an out-of-character compulsion to do something without first thinking everything through.
When you get back to your office, get completely naked. To his horror, Amanda stopped harshly. Oh no, he thought, did he just say aloud what he was thinking? His career, his life would be over for sure. With a slow start, she began on down the hall, shaking her head as if confused. With a sigh of relief, he knew he was in the clear. With a new sense of boldness, the sound of her heels on the hardwood floors gave him an idea. Everything but your high heels. With only a slight slow in her steps, Amanda was on her way back to her office, and he was left in his cubicle to scheme.
Nearly trembling now, and unable to focus on his work which had become thoroughly unimportant, he found it impossible to think rationally. Overcome with more thoughts and feelings than he'd ever considered possible, he sat blankly for a few minutes before he began to plan, really plan what the rest of the evening might entail. For several moments he considered each possibility, of which there were countless, and fathom exactly how powerful this new ability could be. With a sense of resolve and blind anticipation, he stood up from his desk and made his way back to Amanda's office.
With his wits about him now, he was not surprised to enter and find her completely nude, her clothes folded neatly on her desk, with her matching lace panties draped atop her discarded bra. He was taken aback only by the beauty of her naked form. Her breasts, before so confined in her tight bra, were now proudly displayed, heaving slightly with her breaths. He could glimpse only so far as her cute belly button above her desk before she became aware of his presence and he needed to think quickly. As if instinctually, and instilled with a new confidence, he began to play out his scheme.
"Hey Amanda," he began, his eyes fixed on hers, "In order to finish up this memo to corporate, I'll need to review your VFT binder for some instruction. Hope it's not too much trouble."
Standing up, she scoffed, "I thought I told you to make a copy of it last time you needed it."
But he couldn't have cared less about her annoyed comments, because she stood facing him, completely nude and clearly unaware. As she turned her head to scan her bookshelf for the binder, he allowed himself a moment to take in the view. Beyond her slender neck, ample breasts, and tight stomach, his eyes settled upon her bare vagina. The sight nearly took his breath away, and would have floored him had he not been prepared for it. His erection flared up almost immediately, and he debated on whether or not he needed to hide it. He was able to glimpse her full naked lips for only a moment before she turned in the direction of the bookcase, exposing her backside. Stricken, he watched as she walked gracefully toward the shelves, her hips and beautiful ass swaying as she went. Without fear of her noticing, he stared and awed as much as he liked.
Spinning quickly, causing a noticeable bounce to her breasts, she walked toward him with the binder, her black heels criss-crossing eachother as a model would walk. Suddenly confronted by this beautiful naked figure, he was overtaken with desire. As she neared, he looked at her in a different light, and let go of his inhibitions.
Kiss me. She came within a foot of him and blinked a couple times, as if she was confused and couldn't sense her surroundings. Without further hesitation, she pressed her naked body against his suit, and sensually pressed her puckered lips into his, sliding her tongue between his lips and cocking her head slightly. Lost in the simple pleasure of a kiss, he felt a familiar throbbing and wondered whether she could feel it too. He thought he heard her make the slightest moan before she pulled away and held the book out for him to take.
Exasperated, she said, "Please. Make a copy this time," and walked toward her desk. Amanda had just made it to her seat before he was overcome with blind desire. He had abandoned logic and knew only that he wanted her; wanted more.
Stop. She froze, halfway between standing and sitting, and looked around as if startled by a noise. Get under the desk. Slowly, as if confused, Amanda abandoned the chair and began to sink to all fours and crawl under her own desk. At the same time, he walked around her desk, and sat himself in her chair. Gazing up at him, her green eyes conveyed her confusion as his heart fluttered with anticipation.
Blow me. The thought left him as clearly as his words would. This was what he wanted, more than anything. His pants were already confining him, and he yearned for release.
Without hesitation, Amanda ran her hand along his thigh toward his crotch, rubbing slowly the bulge beneath his zipper. In one smooth moment, she unzipped his fly and shifted herself to her knees, bent over underneath her desk. While one hand moved up and rested outstretched upon his chest, her right hand grasped his visibly throbbing shaft and angled it toward her mouth.
She began blowing softly. The cool air felt good against his cock, and he could not wait for her to continue. But she didn't. Casually, she removed her hand from his chest, and his member, and leaned back against the inside of her desk. Clearly unaware of her surroundings, she asked hurriedly if he needed anything other than the binder. Awestruck (and unsatisfied), he realized what had happened. With another gaze at her gorgeous naked body kneeling beneath his cock, he began to plan. And plan carefully.
Don't let your teeth come into contact with my dick. She looked at him dumbfounded, as if processing an unusual statement. Put your lips on its head, and don't allow them to come off my cock. Quickly, she rocked forward, placing her mouth to one side of his rod, kissing his crown and keeping contact. He moved back and forth, trying to enter her mouth, but her soft lips grew tense, and she avoided his entrance. Growing frustrated, he placed his hands on either side of her head, combing his fingers under her long, blonde hair, and tried to hold her steady so he could steer into her mouth, but she managed to turn one way or the other each time, reluctant. He quickly came to a solution.
Lick my cock, and keep your tongue on it. Obeyingly, she parted her lips whilst keeping them on his member and pushed her tongue onto his hard cock. Now, with her mouth open and parted, he moved her head to face him directly, and slowly slid his cock into her mouth. As his head passed her lips, her eyebrows furrowed, showing her resistance. Entirely preoccupied with the pleasure of his cock between such lush lips and into such a moist silky sensation, he thought of only bursting inside her mouth.
Keep my head inside your mouth. Amanda looked up at him for a moment, then back down at his dick between her lips. Her face relaxed, and she seemed at ease. Lost in power, he decided to test his control. With his feet against the back of her desk, he pushed himself away from her in her rolling chair, in an attempt to remove his cock from her mouth. In a movement so quick it scared him, Amanda lurched forward and grabbed the legs of the office chair and pulled it toward her, stopping his egress and firmly controlling his head between her lips. His excitement built exponentially upon witnessing this feat.
Bent on pleasure and drunk on power, he was ready to see this experiment through. With your left hand, jerk me off into your mouth. Amanda slowly released his chair with her left hand and grasped his shaft softly. Rhythmically, her grip moved back and forth along his shaft toward her mouth, sending unstoppable messages of pleasure. With your right hand, masturbate. Her other hand left his chair more quickly and found its way between her legs. She began moving it fluidly, in deft patterns and quick jerking movements. It wasn't long before her right hand was dripping wet from her pleasure and she was moaning against his cock, her green gaze eyeing him hungrily.
The combination of her soft, wet lips and eagerly stroking hand had him nearing climax frantically. As the rapture enveloped him, his single thought left his brain and into hers. Cum. While jerking him into her mouth, Amanda leaned forward sharply so that only a thumb and her forefinger remained on his shaft while she engulfed the rest of his cock and swallowed his love, muffling her own moans of pleasure as she gushed beneath her desk; fulfilled, confused, and content.
Author: Jack |
