Butch Daddy Jackie

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Working late. On a Friday night. I really have to get a life. One of the other directors, Jackie, tried to get me to meet her and her friends for drinks but I didn’t go. I never go. Last Friday, though, Jackie took matters into her own … hands.

I was alone in the building so I should have heard the door open and the alarm disarmed. I didn’t. So, I was surprised to feel strong hands on my shoulders. I started to turn around but they held me in place. I knew who it was anyway. I’d recognize that cologne anywhere.

Ralph Lauren. The cologne Jackie wears. It drives me crazy when we are in staff meetings. She always sits next to me and I can barely focus.

Her hands began to massage my shoulders. I had no idea I was so tense. She rubbed my shoulders until I relaxed. She spun my chair around. I looked at her, mouth open, shocked. But in a good way.

There, in front of me, seemingly conservative Butch Daddy Jackie was standing, wearing nothing but Harley Davidson boots (and presumably socks) and a strap on. A strap on that made me shiver.

“If you’re going to sit there with your mouth open, you might as well put it to good use.” She kissed me. Oh, God, what a kiss. She kissed me so gently, so warmly. Just lips at first, those sweet, sexy kisses that you know are building up to something good. Then, her tongue found its way into my mouth and the intensity of the kiss went up several notches.

She pulled away from my kiss, kissing and biting my jawline, my neck, my collarbone. Oh, GOD, do I love it when someone bites me in the hollow where the clavicle and shoulder meet. Gentle bites, not so gentle bites. Yum. Kissing me, biting me, while she unbuttoned my shirt, sliding it out of my skirt, unhooking my front hook bra. Her eyes widened just a bit at the bra. It was black, silky, slutty. It doesn’t fit my Good Girl exterior. Both blouse and bra were tossed on the floor.

Jackie bit her way to my breasts. My nipples were so hard, wanting her, waiting for her. She took one into her mouth, sucking gently, but I wanted more. I pulled her head closer but she was having none of that. Clearly, I was not going to be in charge of things. She kissed me again.

And by now, I was delirious. It had been so long since I’d had sex, since I’d felt this tension, since I’d had a butch woman’s touch. I was ready but Jackie wasn’t.

She must have decided that I’d learned my lesson because she returned to my breasts. Pulling on my nipples, tugging them until I arched my back, hoping for just a little more.

Jackie grinned at me.

“LifT your ass.” I obeyed. She pulled my skirt off and tugged my panties down. Getting them over my boots was a slight challenge but she stopped me when I tried to take the boots off off. “Not those. I want you to keep those on.” I kept those on. She smiled at the lace of my thigh highs peeking over the tops of my boots. “Girl, who’d have guessed you had all this on under those clothes?” I laughed.

That’s all I had time for before she picked me up from my chair and sat me on top of the desk. Groaned. I groaned. I was just the perfect height to wrap my legs around her waist and for her dick to slide inside of me.

There I was, wearing only boots and thigh highs, legs wrapped around a hot butch, breath erratic. I wanted her inside of me so goddamned badly. She leaned in and kissed me instead. No more sweet and gentle, this was hot and passionate and full of sex. She kissed me until I couldn’t breathe and then, when I wasn’t expecting it, she slammed inside me.

I arched to meet her, my hips raising to meet hers. She fucked me skillfully, passionately, hard, slow, building, building, building. Then stopping. Good christ. Stopping. How many times did she get me right to the edge of an orgasm and stop? I lost track. I didn’t think I could take it anymore. I begged.

Not so much speech as … a moaning “Jackie, God, baby, don’t stop. Please. Jackie. Make me come. Please.”

“No. I don’t think you’re ready yet.”

“I am!”

“Oh, no. You’re not.”

She pulled nearly out of me and as I frantically tried to raise my hips to prevent that, she pushed them down and held them in place. She stopped moving altogether, cock just at the edge of my pussy, nearly out. “Do you want me to stop?”

“What? NO!”

“Then hold the fuck still.”

I held the fuck still.

She was right, of course. She moved in and out of me slowly this time, almost gently but not quite, building my orgasm gradually, until I was right at the edge.

Then I tumbled over it. My nails scratched down her back, my hips raised against hers, my wetness spilling out over my desk, head thrown back against the window, yelling her name.

She fell against me, holding me, kissing me sweetly on my forehead, my shoulders. I held her close, waiting for my heart to return to normal, waiting to catch my breathe.

I wish I could say I was articulate and together next. I wasn’t. “Um, wow. Thanks.”

“My pleasure.”

At that, I laughed. “I’m pretty certain the pleasure was mine!”