Chapter 11: No more Hiding

My pussy clenched hard around my fingers. "Wow". You're so good." My hand was practically swimming in my own cum.

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‎"Your hard little nub doesn't stand a chance against my lapping tongue and I have you gushing into my mouth in under ten seconds."

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‎I had absolutely no self control. I didn't want to cum yet but I found myself pushing the palm of my hand against my clit as I fucked myself. I was so close, I knew that I'd cum if I gave one last thrust and while I desperately wanted this to last, my hand seemed to have a mind of his own and before I knew it, I was going over that cliff.

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‎"Ohhh my, Julian!" I squeaked, rather embarrassingly, in utter bliss. My thighs shook around my hand and I desperately rocked my hips against my fingers, trying to prolong the feeling.

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‎"Did you cum?" he asked, both amused and proud of himself. "You didn't give me much choice," I argued weakly, tiny waves of pleasure still shooting through me as I had yet to move my hand.

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‎"Hey, I'm not complaining, trust me," was his response. "The sounds you make when you cum are heaven, baby."

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‎I blew a piece of fallen hair off my face and finally removed my fingers from myself. "Have you cum? Do you want to carry on?" I questioned him. "I didn't get to the part where I give you an epic blow job."

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‎"Please, by all means, continue."

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‎I grinned. "All right. So after that mind-blowing orgasm, I kiss you so I can taste myself on your lips."

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‎"Fuck, that's hot, Princess." He worked his dick harder.

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‎"And I grab your tie and walk you back over to your desk where I make you sit down." Just the idea of touching his dick got me excited all over again and I circled my nipple with one finger. "I knell between your thighs and unzip your trousers. Your dick is so hard you're leaking pre-cum through your underwear."

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‎Ohh my, I was desperate to taste it. I tell him that, too.

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‎"Keep going," he ordered me, voice strained. I did. "I lick the fabric but it's not enough so l grab your cock and bring it to my lips. God, you're fucking delicious. I rub the head all over my lips, needing to taste more of your cum." The shameful thing was, I meant every word.

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‎"I'm so close, Princess," he groaned and I could hear in the background how fast his pace was. "Just a little more."

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‎"I take you into my wet, warm mouth. You're so big and hard I can barely fit my lips around you. I hollow my cheeks and suck you like I would a lolly pop, my tongue stroking underneath your shaft. I can feel you getting close because you start pulsing in my mouth and I go faster, wanting to feel you spill down my throat."

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‎He finally released with a harsh moan. "Damn, princess."

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‎"Sara," I corrected him before I could stop myself.

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‎He was still breathing heavily. "What was that?"

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‎"Sara," I repeated, not knowing if this was a good idea or not but it was too late to turn back now. "My name. It's Sara."

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‎"Sara," it rolled off his tongue smoothly. "Pretty name for a pretty girl."

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‎I scoffed and rolled my eyes, trying to stop myself from smiling. "You don't know if I'm pretty or not."

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‎"I don't have to see what you look like to know that you're a beautiful person, Sara."

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‎His words touched me but I couldn't imagine he worked out I was a good person after just two phone calls. I humoured him anyway. "That's sweet of you to say."

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‎"I better get going. Got to get up for work in the morning," he told me with a genuine yawn.

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‎"Oh?" I don't know why but I found myself wanting to know, "What is it you do?"

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‎"I'm a fireman." 

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‎My eyes widened and I seriously wished I hadn't asked. Now I was going to be up all night with fantasies about him and his uniform; gotta love a guy in uniform. "Oh god, that's sexy," I blurted out.

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‎"I'm glad you think so," he chuckled. "Maybe...we can incorporate it into our role-play tomorrow?"

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‎"That's a fantastic idea," I agreed immediately. Eagerly.

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‎"All right," he laughed once more. "Seriously, I gotta go. Sweet dreams, Sara." "Yeah," I responded, already looking forward to the next conversation. "You too, Julian."

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