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You had only gone into his office to drop off a file. Only now, a mere ten minutes later, you were horny as hell, owing to the fact that you were currently bent over the heavy mahogany desk of Doctor Frederick Chilton, with your legs spread apart and the head of his ostentatious cane running along your outer lips, which were dripping copiously. You were trying to establish exactly how this had happened; however the delicious friction that Frederick was causing with the contrast of the curiously cool metal against your soaking folds was making it extremely difficult to concentrate. At that moment, all you could think of was never wanting this to stop. Unable to form a coherent sentence, you let loose a loud moan as the head of Frederick’s cane breached your lips and began to caress the little bundle of nerves inside. Your moan was answered by a self-satisfied chuckle from Frederick’s mouth and you swore you could hear his smirk. His beautiful emerald green eyes sparkled with mirth as he attempted to resist the temptation of palming himself through his ridiculously expensive trousers.
Presently, Frederick ceased his ministrations, causing you to whimper at the loss. He leant his cane on the wall behind him and turned you back to face him with his hands on your hips. The sight of his lust-blown eyes sent a jolt of white hot heat to your core. Wordlessly, he grasped your face in his hands, and pulling you into a searing kiss, he began to plunder your mouth with his tongue. His day-old stubble was scratching you in the most delectable way. Suddenly, Frederick was wearing far too many clothes. Without breaking the kiss, you undid Frederick’s fly and started on his waistcoat and shirt buttons. You felt him tense slightly at this. He didn’t want you to see his scar. Not wanting to scare him off, you left his shirt on, but slipped your hands beneath the curtain of cotton and began to caress his trembling torso with your hands. Pulling back from your lips, Frederick closed his eyes and let out a breath he had no idea he’d been holding. You bent down and started to place butterfly kisses up and down the dark, raised vertical line left by Doctor Abel Gideon. Frederick leaned further back in his chair and began to relax. He’d never let anyone see his scar, besides his mirror-self, who belittled him and branded him ugly, undesirable, damaged and unfit to be loved. With a few simple caresses, you began to dissuade him of this notion. Frederick’s eyes remained closed as he felt the sting of pitiful tears, praying that they did not fall. Fall they did and Frederick’s cheeks began to burn with shame, just as you looked up.
Standing up, you pulled off Frederick’s trousers along with his shoes and socks, before straddling his groin. Frederick gasped as your core brushed his rock hard cock, which was only barely being contained by his boxers. You took his face in your hands and gently used your thumbs to wipe away his tears. Overwhelmed by this simple act, Frederick was eager to show his appreciation and he gripped the back of your head, carding his fingers through your hair and attacked your mouth with wanton abandon. You yelped in surprise and, breaking the kiss for air, you exclaimed,
“Doctor Chilton!”
Frederick gave a small smile.
“ erm, I think you can call me Frederick,”
Gesturing to your current state of undress. You giggle at this and raise an eyebrow before coyly remarking,
“Don’t you like being called Doctor? Would you prefer Daddy?”
Accompanying this with a roll of your hips caused much needed friction over Frederick’s aching cock. The whole thing made his eyes roll back into his head and his hips bucked involuntarily as he growled deep in his chest. Smirking, you slid your hands upto his shoulders and he allowed you to shrug off his waistcoat and shirt, which you tossed away haphazardly. Taking his face in your hands once again, you stroked his stubble with your thumb and Frederick trailed his hands up your sides and assaulted your mouth, running his tongue along your lips. Sighing, your lips parted easily and you marvelled at how soft his lips were, compared to the roughness of his stubble. This sent a shiver through your body, which was practically thrumming with excitement. Instinctively, you ground your hips to his, eliciting into your mouth a filthy moan from Frederick. Frederick expertly opened the buttons of your shirt and removed it before reaching around you to unhook your bra. Dropping it on the floor, he immediately caught your breasts, one in each hand and began gently kneading, causing you to moan low in your throat. Continuing to roll your hips, you swooped to trail kisses down his jawline, driving him crazy by sucking on the pulse jumping in his neck. Frederick pinched your nipples in response and you sucked in a breath and whispered,
“Oh! Doctor don’t stop!”
Your hips faltering slightly in their rhythm. Pressing his hands into your back, he latched his mouth onto your right nipple and ran the tip of his tongue around it. Your fingers found his scalp and scraped lightly, all the while pressing Frederick’s face closer to your chest. Frederick was moaning sweetly as he devoured your breast, sucking and nibbling, massaging the other. You were so consumed by lust at this point that you actually felt a gush of fluid leak out.
Disengaging Frederick from this beautiful torture, you slid down out of his lap and knelt between his parted legs. Frederick reclined a bit more in his chair and lifted his hips so that you could remove his underwear, freeing his impressive yet painfully neglected cock. His legs parted further and you ran your hands from his ankles, up over his knees to his trembling thighs. You kissed up the inside of his thigh, teasing him until he could stand it no longer.
“Please,”
He huffed out between breaths.
Smirking to yourself, you breathed directly over his throbbing red cock and said,
“Please what Doctor? Tell me what you want,”
“I…I want you…to…to suck my…my cock,”
Frederick ground out, so desperate for any sort of relief that he felt no shame in saying what he desired. Without preamble, you put one hand on the base and licked his tip slowly and gently, which made Frederick hiss through his teeth. You placed a kiss on his tip and Frederick’s head fell back. He let out a deliciously filthy moan and his knuckles turned white on the chair’s armrests when you finally took his considerable length into your mouth. You hollowed your cheeks, relishing the groans you were dragging from Frederick.
“Fu-uck! That’s so good!”
Frederick spit out between shallow gasps. You smiled around his cock and licked the length of the big vein on the side. Frederick shivered and fisted his hands gently in your hair. As you sucked him with vigour, he began to make tiny thrusts with his hips, being mindful of hurting you. Looking up at him through your lashes, his mouth hung open and his eyes were glazed with lust. You released him with a small pop and his eyes refocussed before going wide at the sight of your stretched and swollen lips. Standing on your slightly shaky legs, Frederick guided your hips to rest against his desk and slid his hands from your knees to your groin. You parted your thighs and Frederick pulled himself closer to you. You then lifted your left leg and rested it on the arm of the chair. Frederick hooked his arm around your thigh and looked at your glistening folds, a smirk crossing his face.
“Oh darling, you’re so wet for Daddy,”
This fanned the burning flame of desire in your belly and you closed your eyes as you felt Frederick’s tongue swipe over your lips from back to front, granting you some relief. Frederick pointed his tongue and flicked it with relish against your aching clit. Quickening his ministrations, it was becoming harder for you to breathe.
“Oh! Oh Fr…Frederick!”
You cry as your hand threaded into his silken dark hair, pulling just so. The vibration of Frederick’s groan travelled up your spine and you yelped as he slipped one of his dexterous fingers inside of you and curled it. A second finger was added momentarily and Frederick had to still your erratic hips as the double sensation of tongue and fingers was playing havoc with you. You began to feel the familiar bubbling deep inside and you thrust your hips and managed to stutter,
“Frederick! I’m…I’m so close!”
Relentlessly, he worked you harder until you came loudly with your head thrown back.
As you came down, you opened your eyes to reveal a sight which made you burn with desire immediately. Frederick was staring at you with absolute carnal lust in his eyes and your cum was glistening on his stubbly chin and all around his mouth. You met his gaze and bit your lip and then you lunged forward, pulling him into a heated kiss. You loved how you could taste yourself in the hot cavern of his mouth. A moan escaped your lips and you felt yourself being hoisted back into Frederick’s lap. Breaking the kiss, you lowered a hand between you both and guided Frederick inside you. In unison you both gasped in relief and without moving, your gazes locked until he was seated fully inside. Grasping Frederick’s shoulders, his hands gravitated to your hips and you began to gyrate in his lap. This position allowed him to go deep inside you. Gradually, the intensity of your thrusts increased and Frederick grasped your breasts as they bounced, massaging and pinching your nipples. You leant back slightly, moving your hands behind you to rest on Frederick’s thighs. Canting his hips up to meet yours, Frederick captured your peaked nipple in his exquisite mouth and sucked, before flicking that skilful tongue once more. Breathing sharply, you began to gasp each time your hips met, the pent up desire inside you threatening to explode.
“Frederick!”
You cry,
“Don’t stop! You feel so good!”
Frederick let your nipple slide out of his mouth and then he was on you with a searingly filthy kiss that was all tongues and teeth. Pulling away, Frederick’s mouth hung open as he tried to concentrate on breathing. The familiar wave of pleasure crept up on you and you gasped,
“Frederick! Frederick! I’m…I’m…”
“Cum for daddy!”
Frederick grunted out and thrust particularly hard. Three thrusts later and you were riding those white hot waves of pleasure, grabbing a fistful of Frederick’s hair, your mouth shaping a silent O. A sheen of sweat covered your body as your hips stilled.
Frederick wasn’t done with you yet. He easily lifted you on top of his desk and gently pushed you back, his hand dragging down your torso until he reached your soaking folds. He ran one finger from front to back, the sensitivity causing you to whimper softly, before entering you again. Moaning quietly you felt Frederick move inside of you. His hands gripped your hips, bringing you closer to him and changing his angle. Your eyes rolled back at the sensation as Frederick started to pound you mercilessly, groaning constantly as bursts of pleasure snaked up his spine.
“Fuck! Oh god!”
He cried, each thrust moving you up the desk and so Frederick gripped your hips tighter and his pace become furiously fast and hard. As he came close, a litany of filthy profanity spewed from Frederick’s beautiful mouth. Just as you felt his rhythm begin to stutter, he gave you your third orgasm of the day. As it washed over you, Frederick came deep inside you and you thought that he’d never looked so beautiful. His mouth opened to unleash the dirtiest moan and the look of pure unadulterated pleasure on his face made him look years younger. He opened his eyes and smiled softly. You’d never seen him so relaxed. He pulled you into a sitting position and peppered kisses all over your face making you giggle. Frederick leant his forehead against yours and whispered,
“That…was….”
“Amazing!”
You finished.
“Amazing,”
He agreed. He kissed you tenderly before slipping out of you, a small whimper escaping your lips. You didn’t trust your legs to carry you just yet, so you leant on Frederick’s desk as he picked up his underwear and trousers and disappeared into the bathroom off to the right of the room. On returning, your eyes followed his shirtless form, all traces of embarrassment of his scar gone. He looked extremely sexy with his hair all rumpled and you bit your lip, eyeing him up. Frederick, having gathered up your clothes, entered your personal space and noticed your slightly dazed expression.
“Angel, you are insatiable!”
He said with a chuckle as he caressed your jaw with the backs of his fingers.
He pecked your lips sweetly and gestured for you to go to the bathroom. By the time you came out straightening your skirt, Frederick was fully dressed in his fabulous three piece suit once more. He seemed nervous though, shuffling from foot to foot. He looked up and, in a small voice said,
“We might’ve done this the wrong way round but would you like to go to dinner with me?”
Your heart swelled as you replied with a smile,
“I’d like that Frederick, ”
“How about tonight I pick you up at seven?”
You nodded yes and started towards the door. With your hand on the knob, you turned to see Frederick staring at you, his expression soft and open, a genuine smile on his lips.
“Until tonight then, Doctor Chilton,”
You teased, raising your eyebrows suggestively.
And then you were gone. Frederick collapsed in his chair and let out a sigh of relief that he’d managed to keep his cool. He couldn’t wipe the grin off of his face as he lifted the telephone to make a reservation at his favourite Cuban restaurant, a cosy little place from which he normally ordered takeout for one.
You hurried back to your desk with your head down, your cheeks glowing red owing to the fact that Frederick’s secretary had looked at you with barely concealed glee when you exited his office. Throwing yourself into your chair, you scrubbed your face with your hands and smiled. Now, all you had to worry about was what you were going to wear that would drive Frederick wild.