It brings me great pleasure to have @WisdomIsMisery guest post as “Michael”. Stalk his site (and sexy photos). I bet you’ll love him as much as I do. Thank you for being “Michael”, if only for one day.
And she promised me that it would take some time, but she would leave him alone, and the thought of her loving only me, that’s the thing that keeps me strong. – “All Her Love” – Donnell Jones
It was another boring meeting. Damian sat upfront preaching to a round table of employees about quarterly earnings. Michael was beginning to despise him. He could almost hear the arrogance in Damian’s every word. He gritted his teeth at the thought of Damian fucking Savannah replaying in his mind, again. He couldn’t take it anymore.
He turned away and began to tune out.
His Blackberry vibrated in his pocket. His heart thumped at his throat. He quickly said a prayer, hoping it was a message from Savannah. He looked down and his heart quickly sunk. It was an email with the updated statistics Damian was talking about. Dammit.
It had been a few weeks since he talked to Savannah, not since the party. It wasn’t her fault. A myriad of emotions, mainly pride, kept him from reaching out to her. He’d made a few attempts after that night with no success. She hadn’t returned his messages or his calls. He was almost certain Damian had something to do with this, so he gave up trying to contact her. Instead, he spent many nights with his hands clasped behind his head, dick hard, thinking about her. He was horny. He was angry. Jealous? No. No, not jealous? “Why would I be?” he wondered to himself. They weren’t even together. It’s only pussy, he tried to reassure himself.
“Michael? Michael?!” Damian’s voice rudely interrupted his thoughts.
Making a half-hearted attempt to hide the animosity in his voice he responded, “What?”
He couldn’t tell if it was in his head but it looked like Damian enjoyed this moment. A slight smirk appeared briefly in the corner of his mouth before disappearing behind a steely gaze. “Thank you for joining us, Michael. Will you have those numbers finalized for us by our next meeting?”
“Yes,” Michael replied simply, even though he had no idea what the hell Damian was talking about or why he was even talking to him about it. He didn’t care either.
The room was a tensed hush. Michael gazed without emotion into Damian’s eyes. He wasn’t the least intimidated; it wasn’t a new experience for either of the men. It looked as if Damian considered pushing the subject further before deciding against it. He swiveled slowly in his chair putting an end to their brief standoff and continued with the presentation.
Michael reached for the Blackberry he’d set on the table earlier so he could give his full attention to staring down Damian. Not before he made eye contact with Scarlett, the newest member of their team. She seemed surprised, but not afraid, to find him staring back at her. She allowed a brief smile to form before turning away and pretending she was listening to the presentation. He hadn’t noticed Scarlett’s pretty smile around the office until now. He’d been too preoccupied with thoughts of Savannah. But he knew exactly what that look meant. He just had too much going on right now to explore it.
He searched his phone for the folder of photos of Savannah and clicked on his favorite one, a body shot of Savannah naked from the neck down greeted his eyes. Her hand covered her pussy, except for the two fingers she had placed inside of it. He was instantly hard.
Just like that, he was lost in his thoughts. Aided by the visual, his imagination began to run wild. He’d taken this picture of Savannah lying on her couch in her living room months earlier. The very couch he had fucked her on so many different occasions. He remembered her sliding those fingers out of her pussy and placing them slowly into her mouth while keeping her eyes focused on his.
He cleared his throat and shifted restlessly in his chair. He was horny as shit. He gave a quick look around the room before adjusting himself underneath the table. No one was paying attention. Fucking Savannah, he thought to himself before returning to his thoughts…
Savannah had been playing with herself in the corner of her couch. Nearing climax, her muffled moans and failed attempts at silence had lured him from the other room. He leaned against the wall and watched her from the hallway.
He loved how nasty Savannah could be, especially when she was nearing orgasm. It was obvious. Her hand was beginning to move with increased force as she pulled it from inside her pussy and began playing with her clit. She grabbed her breast with her free hand and was just starting to come when she must have felt his eyes on her. She didn’t stop though. She only slowed down and began rubbing her clit in softer, slower circles. Her breathing became more controlled. Her eyes were begging him to come over to her. She wanted him to make her come.
Michael was already shirtless. He began slowly making his way towards his Savannah. The way she looked at him alone turned him on. He could feel her eyes exploring his muscles as she continued rubbing on her clit in anticipation of having him inside her. He wasn’t doing much better at containing himself either. The anticipation made him excited too and he could feel his dick start to grow hard beneath his pants.
When he came within arm’s distance of her, Savannah leaned forward for his belt. It turned him on even more to be this desired by her. She was so excited, her hands fumbling clumsily with his buckle before finding the clasp. She ripped at it and tossed the belt away in a single motion.
Without the belt’s support, his pants dropped just enough for her to trace the V-shape where his stomach met his inner thigh with her tongue. She paused long enough to place a gentle bite on his right side, following it up with a soft kiss. Pain before pleasure.
She unbuttoned and tugged at his jeans. As she got them below the length of his dick, it stood fully erect. He was ready for her. Moving to her knees, Savannah squeezed eagerly between his cock and the couch. His dick was even with her mouth. She started at the tip, moaning softly as she began to play with her clit again. She slowly took as much of him as she could into her mouth.
As it hit the back of her throat for the first time tears welled. Her mascara ran down her cheeks but she didn’t protest when he placed his hands on the side of her head. She responded to his taking control of her face by moaning against his dick. He could feel her orgasm build as she moved her mouth faster on his dick, taking him all the way in and then all the way out. Savannah quickened her hand movement on her clit, moaning louder with every touch. She was hungry for him and she demonstrated this fact very well. He grabbed a fistful of her hair and threw his head back in enjoyment, wanting so much to pound her pussy but loving the warmth and wetness of her mouth. He reached down over her hand and slid two fingers easily inside her. The sexy sound that escaped her lips was enough to make him bust.
He continued his movements in her pussy, enjoying the juice overflowing onto his fingers, while fucking her face so passionately. He loved the look on her face while she sucked on his cock, her eyes fluttering open just enough to look up at him. He felt the spasms on his fingers and he pressed deeper, harder, wanting to feel her muscles contract. She stroked the base of his dick with one hand and continued stroking her own clit. He knew she loved the feel of the double orgasm and knew she was about to blow. She moved away briefly to spit on the length of his dick and took him back into her mouth hungrily. Michael wanted so badly to fuck her but he realized he was about to come, hard, if she kept this up. She saw it in his eyes and stuck her tongue out to take him in deeper. Her breathing got shorter and he pushed his fingers up deeper inside her, hitting that spot in his lover that he knew so expertly.
He didn’t stop his experienced fingers, enjoying every inch of her walls that he could reach. Just then, with her hand still stroking her clit, and his fingers deep inside her juicy pussy, Savannah came, pausing briefly to yell out Michael’s name. He tried to pull away so he could fuck her, feel her wet pussy wrap around and clench on his dick, but she didn’t allow it.
She shivered and bucked against his hand, exploding her orgasm all over his fingers. She maneuvered her free hand between his legs and spread it out across his lower back. She pulled him towards her forcefully, his dick pushing deeper into her mouth until it reached the back of her throat. Michael felt her throat tighten around his dick. His knees grew weak as surges of pleasure began traveling through his body. He was about to come, just like Savannah wanted. He knew she wanted to taste him.
Michael’s hands grasped her shoulders. He was losing control. “Fuck, baby….shit. I’m about to…”
The shifting of chairs and the start of intense conversations around him startled Michael back into reality. The thought of coming into Savannah’s eager mouth had his dick so hard it was throbbing underneath the table. An hour had passed? Had he been thinking about her this entire meeting? Fuck.
With the room clearing out, Michael pretended to shuffle his files a bit longer. He needed a few extra minutes to allow his erection to subside. Comfortable it was under control, he finally stood. He was startled to find Scarlett standing next to him. He was also surprised to find how tall she really was standing this close. With her heels on, she was almost able to make direct eye contact. But she wasn’t looking in his eyes. She was looking down. He traced her eyes to the slowly dissipating bulge in his pants.
When he looked back up, she had that flirtatious smile from earlier in the meeting on her face yet again. She opened her mouth to speak but it was then that Damian cleared his throat from across the conference room. They were the only ones left in the room.
“Michael, would you mind staying behind for a minute? Scarlett, you too.”