Well…yes it’s true I have only been daydreaming about sucking cock. So I’ve pulled this one out from the vaults (which is full of cock worship tales). This one is from January 9th 2009. Now off too work and cock hunting.

Worship

I was scheduled to close the Art and Music reference desk tonight, which meant staying at the library well after 8 o’clock. I had a hunch you would be working late so I took a chance and walked to your building. Once there I convinced the security guard, because I have a way with security guards, to allow me up to your office. As I got off the elevator, I placed my coat and bag down. I see the glow of your computer and you hunched over the keyboard, oblivious to anything around you. I slowly and quietly approach you from behind. I am so close to you, I can feel the temperature of your body; this sends a rush of excitement through me. I draw near–placing my hand on your smooth skull and gently run my fingertips over your head down along your cheek. I lean over and tenderly kiss your head moving toward you neck. My lips are full, wet and warm on the curve of your neckline. My lips graze your ear; in a whisper “hello lamb” as my hands slide down your front, feeling your chest, my breath already beginning to grow heavy.

While still standing behind you, I embark on unbuttoning your white-collar proletarian shirt. My hands move further down the front as I continue the unbutton, allowing me to fully feel your chest, your skin, and your warmth. My lips are still caressing you neck. I justify my visit, with a hint of pleading beg, in your ear, “I needed to see you…I need to taste you– please lamb–your kitty is so hungry.”

Slowly you spin in your office chair, I stand my ground. Your eyes take me in. One hand takes mine, it is so big as it clutches around my fingers, my hand appears to disappear. Your other hand wraps around to caresses my ass. You look me over…my hair is pulled into a tight on top pony-tail, I am wearing a simple outfit, black dress pants with a boot flair, heeled dress boots, a sheer long-sleeved black blouse, but I have chosen not to wear a camisole so you can easily see the delineation of my midnight bra, that presses my breasts together allowing for an abundant view of flesh. I unbutton my blouse so you can get a full view, then I unbutton and unzip my pants, but do not take them down, only allowing you a peek. You can see my midnight blue hued, v-cut pantie with their slight luster to the fabric. They are made up of lines not lacy, not fancy, not garish, but a simple match to the bra. You pull at my waistband and tug it down past my hips, but not off. Seeing the high thigh cut of the midnight panties in contrast to my white skin insights you, again, to tug at my waistband, but I stop you by grasping your two hands. I bring them up to meet my lips; I gently kiss one hand and then the other. You slide one finger into my waiting mouth and then another. I gently take them, in hopes this is an overture to what will be.

Looking at you I lean over, making sure your have full view of my tits as they flow slightly over my bra, and finish unbuttoning your shirt so your chest is fully exposed to me. I look you in the eyes and begin to lower myself closer to your to your chest. You recline more into the office chair lifting up to readjust, allowing me a glimpse of what lies beneath, I can distinctly make out the contour of your cock as it starts to grow. I feel a rush of wetness flood between my legs as the thought and hint of tasting your cock runs through my mind.

Lowering myself between your legs and my hands are still running down your chest completely captivated by your maleness, I cannot resist feeling your strong thighs, in doing so I close them around me, but for only a moment. I run my hand over the fabric of your pants feel the stiffness of your dick grow even more. I run my mouth along the backside of your cock still covered by your pants; generating a low moan from you.

Moving toward your belt, I lean over you, feeling your cock twitch against my breast. I look up at you and lick my lips letting you know just how eager I am. I start the unbuckle; you shift again, allowing more room for your cock to swell. You do not attempt to assist in my exploits; rather you lean back and watch, almost, smugly. Your arms are resting on the side of the chair eyes gazing down at me. Finally getting the belt undone, the pants unhooked, I begin the unzip. Slowly descending the zipper tab my cunt begins to pulsate and fluctuate in waves of excitement, my breath grows heavy. Am I finally going to get to see what is beneath those snug white boxers that are now in view? I cannot hide the smile that overcomes my face as I broaden the opening of your pants. Your cock is very full now pressing against the boxers straining to be released. I can no longer resist and run my palm across your hard dick. Your head falls to the back of the chair as I stroke your cock through the fabric, I squat down a bit further so my face is closer to your, now, extreme stiffness, I stroke my cheek along your cock still trapped in your boxer, I hear a low moan form you and feel another twitch, your reaction causes my junction to grow full, ripe and juicy.

I rise and lean over your body, breast grazing your chest, to your ear and whisper “I want your cock.” You look at me, but do not say anything, you rise, remove your pants and then tease me slightly by slowly removing the boxers, giving me only a little at time. Finally you let them drop, my eyes widen in delight. I squeeze my kitty from the inside and squat before your magnificently sprung cock. I glance up to see you looking down on me as I lick my lips in sweet anticipation.

I slowly grasp your shaft and admire the sizable droplet of pre-cum that has formed, I consider licking it off, but instead I stroke it over the head with my thumb, leaving a glistening sheen over the entire tip. I can no longer fight the urge to feel you in my mouth. I long to go slow, to take only a little at a time, but I have been waiting too long and I end up dropping my lips down over your entire cock and I do not want to slide back up, I want to stay there forever, but I do, gradually. Then I take my time and only pulling with my juicy mouth; I work the tip of your cock with my lips and tongue a few times, while my hands are sliding over your shaft, wet from my saliva. By now your cock is tremendously stiff; my panties are soaked from my excitement. I work one hand to your balls and cup them firmly and give them a nice squeeze followed by a tug, gently I use them to pull you further into my mouth. You breath is heavy, you moan again.

I alter my position from the squat to my knees so I can really work the tremendous solidity of you cock, which is now twitching and throbbing in-between my lips. You decide it is best if you sit now; I crawl closer to your chair and begin again, working my way up your thighs to your dick which is pointed directly at me. I take you in, I swallow you up. You let me, you watch me as I slide up and down your cock, watching it disappear inside me. I feel you getting even harder and your legs begin to tighten around me, I know you are ready to explode, I slow down just slightly as I rise to the head and hold it firmly there, my hand around your shaft, then I slide steadily, yet fairly swiftly down . In my down slide, you grab my pony-tail like a make-shift handle guiding me, keeping me pushed on to your cock, fucking my mouth. I feel you twitch vigorously deep into my throat. I cannot really breathe, nor do I care to. Your body, legs and thighs jerk, and then you thrust your cock into me one last time and explode, cumming while holding my head by my pony-tail, deeply into you as your cum slides down my throat. You shudder and twitch a bit more then slowly release your grip from my hair; my lips rising gradually off your completely delicious cock, already wanting to taste you again.