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The Conference, Part Seven
🕑 Added 2024-05-23 17:10:32 +0000 UTCFuck. Me.
I immediately succumbed to the warmth and wetness of Larissa’s mouth. The fact that I was blindfolded only heightened my awareness of the sensations below, and also served to help me disassociate from who I was doing this with. Admittedly, there was some hotness to doing this with a coworker, though there was still the rival element; I could only imagine how smug she looked. I was the one being pleasured, but her little jab before fully going for it was a reminder that I was hardly the one in charge at the moment.
Larissa slowly sucked her way up, lingering on the tip for a moment before letting me gently pop out of her mouth. Then she drew me all the way down her throat a second time, pausing long enough to create a bit of suspense, before teasing up my shaft like before. This time, she got her tongue more involved, circling my head in a way that drew me even closer to the edge than before.
She definitely knew what the fuck she was doing, and only seemed to get better as she figured out what worked on me and what didn’t. Most impressively, she wasn’t bothering with her hands at all. Larissa’s mouth was more than enough to keep me hard at all times, despite how the AC was working against her as I lay on top of the covers without a stitch of clothing.
Her throat was just as inviting every time, and I was sure that each iteration of her taking me was finally going to be the one. Surely she felt how I was throbbing against her lips along the way, especially whenever she got her tongue involved, but I was never given quite enough pressure to get off. Something she was surely doing on purpose. Eventually, I found myself slightly thrusting towards her, to no avail. She always played against my movements, teasing away so I could never quite take matters into my own hands like I was not so subtly trying to.
After what could have been five minutes or five hours, Larissa detached for the umpteenth time, this time purring, “Getting close, yeah?”
I had been fucking close. For quite some time now. Instead of affirming the obvious with a verbal response, or risking an insult when she could very well decide to leave me wanting as punishment, I just tightened my lips in frustration and gave a small nod. She couldn’t keep at this forever, anyway. We did have professional business to attend to. That also made me infer that it had only felt like she had been teasing me forever; in reality, it had probably only been so many minutes.
“That’s what I thought.” Her breath alone made me pulse in need. “Hmm, what if I . . . ” She throated me again, this time working me with both her lips and her tongue in a way that was absolutely going to push me over the edge.
I was ready. I didn’t care if she was my rival, or a total bitch at times, or what this would mean for us moving forward. At this point, all I could think about was my impending release. That, and how good it would feel to explode into her mouth. It didn’t matter that she had taken the lead in some many unexpectedly kinky ways; I was still going to be the one getting off between us.
. . . Or so I thought.
As I tensed up and prepared myself for what felt like the start of what would be one of the bigger orgasms I had had recently, I only managed to get out a single spurt as Larissa pulled away from me entirely.
“H-hey!” I grunted in both confusion and frustration. Thrusting towards what ended up being thin air as I attempted to reconnect something, my still fully erect cock merely ended up awkwardly bouncing around without making contact with anything. Since I was blindfolded and on my back, all I had was the thin air that Larissa had left me with, leaving me unable to get more than the initial burst that ended up leading nowhere.
Larissa just giggled. “I just asked if you were getting close. I never said I’d actually, you know . . . ”
Fucking bitch. I was suspended in an awkward state of remaining stiff down there yet gradually losing the urgency from a few moments ago. As if that wasn’t enough, Larissa’s fingers returned to wrap around me, but only after my desperate hip bucking had subsided. Now she was back to keeping me hard with her idle grip, while not doing anything to nudge me back towards the place I had just been. “Fuck you,” I muttered, knowing better than to attempt any movements that she could merely tease away from.
“Maybe later.” After a light squeeze, she traced all the way from base to tip with a single finger before leaving me with nothing. “Now, I need to get dressed and prepare to do both your job and mine tonight. Don’t worry, I’ll be sure to sign a ton of new clients. If you’re a good boy, I might even give you a few when we get back. The lower commission ones, of course.”
It took me a couple seconds to process what she meant, as I was still slightly clouded with lust. And, after everything, was expecting her to actually follow through on what she had started with all of this. “Larissa!” I protested, “That’s not funny.” Surely she wasn’t actually suggesting what it sounded like she was suggesting.
Giggling again, she said, “I think it’s hilarious. Don’t worry, I’ll make sure to tell our prospective clients that you’re tied up this evening, so to speak. I’m sure they’ll understand.” With that, she pushed a ball gag into my mouth before I could fire back a response. “Behave, boy,” she said, still with a teasing lilt, but slightly more stern, “I’ll be back later. Then, if you want, we can have some real fun. Good thing you have plenty of time to think about it, right?”
