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💻✨ Desperate Under the Desk: Part 2 – Story Teaser 💞
🕑 Added 2025-05-13 03:00:05 +0000 UTCYou used me.
Just like I begged you to.
I waited under your desk for your attention — aching, obedient, desperate.
And when you finally gave in… you didn’t hold back.
But now?
Now I’m not kneeling anymore.
Now I’m curled in your lap, your arms around me, your voice low and gentle in my ear.
You saw how messy I got.
You saw how much I needed you.
And instead of letting me fall apart alone…
You held me together.
.
You’ve been trying to focus.
Your screen is full of unread emails. A spreadsheet blinks back at you, waiting. But all you can think about is the soft, warm breath rising from under your desk.
She’s been down there for nearly half an hour — not touching, not whining. Just… waiting. Her cheek pressed against your thigh. Her hands folded in her lap. Kneeling. Obedient.
You told her to be still.
And she obeyed.
But you can feel her shaking now. Just barely.
Every breath she takes is deeper, needier.
Every shift of your leg makes her flinch like she’s about to break.
You finish one last sentence.
Then you push your chair back.
Her eyes flick up — wide, glistening.
She doesn’t speak.
You just place one firm hand on the back of her head, guiding her forward.
And she melts.
Mouth open. Grateful. Worshipful.
She takes you in like it’s all she’s wanted all day.
And maybe it was.
You don’t speak. You don’t have to.
You just use her mouth the way she craved.
Slow at first. Then deeper.
Until she’s gasping through her nose, throat stuffed, tears forming at the corners of her eyes — but not from pain.
From relief.
When you finally finish — when she swallows everything like the good girl she is — you pull her gently out from under the desk.
She’s dazed. Blushing. Knees sore.
Her lips are kiss-swollen. Her mascara’s smudged.
And she looks so happy.
You guide her to your lap, settle her sideways across you, and wrap your arms around her trembling body.
She exhales against your neck, like she’s finally safe.
“I did good?” she whispers.
You kiss her forehead.
“Perfect.”
She closes her eyes, your fingers stroking gently through her hair now, voice soft, steady.
No commands. No pressure. Just comfort. Warmth. Safety.
And in your arms, she drifts.
Comments
Annabelle F
Working on the script to record for this one still... but hopefully this week's content will impress! <3
Nuyinto
WOOO life is good!
