The Gift

Teresa slid stealthily into his office.    
Curiousity had been nagging at her all week. David had told her he'd bought
her something for her birthday but her birthday was two weeks away and she had
never been able to wait once she knew that there was something to be found!   
She'd never been there before and it was only because she'd been extra sweet
to the secretary on the phone, telling her she wanted to surprise David, that
she'd been able to gain entry to the suite at all.    
It was large with elegant furniture and floor to ceiling windows along the
main wall, seventeen floors up. twenty feet outside, the pinnacles of the
adjacent church soared past in a froth of gothic stonework and looking down
she could make out the specks that were the home-going population scurrying
back and forth, across and down the busy thoroughfare on their way to
meetings, asignations, lovers, wives, children, parents.......    
She didn't have to worry about any of that. For sometime now she had been
independent, alone, self sufficient but now, somehow David had made a
difference and she liked the way her life had dovetailed into his with no
noticeable upset or disruption.     
She looked around the office. Where would he keep it? Where would he hide it? 
Well, he would hide it, wouldn't he. He'd have no idea she'd have the cheek to
invade his inner sanctum.    
She smiled to herself, remembering how he had invaded her the night before.
She felt herself become damp at the thought and, as she lingered over the
memory, the heat and wetness became more apparent.    
She clamped her legs together, standing to attention in the middle of the
room, taking in the various possibilities.    
There were a line of full length fitted rosewood cupboards along one of the
other walls but she noticed that there was no lock to them.    
"No," she thought, "Whether or not he thought I was sneeking in here, he'd
still lock things like a present away, just from a safety point of view!"    
Her eyes wandered further round the room. A cocktail cabinet, a cradenza, two
plush black leather sofas by Charles Eames and the desk with its matching
rosewood top......    
Yes, that did seem like the likeliest place, she thought.    
Her high heels clicked metalically on the polished parque floor as she
purposefully made her way over to the desk. She rounded its end and viewed the
drawers on each side. Both had keyholes. She tried one then the other.    
Both opened.     
"Great!" she thought. "He's not as security conscious as I thought!"    
Teresa sat down in the high backed chair, the leather cool against her sheer
stockinged legs below the hem of her dress. She dragged the first drawer out
and methodically started through the contents. Nothing. The next two drawers
down gave the same result. She began to fret.     
"Damn! Where would he have put it?!" She knew it must be here somewhere.    
She started on the bank of drawers on the other side. The first drawer
revealed nothing again. And the next.    
The last drawer was locked.    
She paused. That's it! she thought. This is where he's put it!    
At this point all sense of subtefuge was forgotten. She had to find out what
David had bought her.    
Scanning the desktop for something to force the lock, she found a paper knife.
It was very sharp. She wondered briefly why he wanted one so keen. Dismissing
the thought, she inserted the blade in the top of the drawer and pushed hard,
trying to dislodge the mortice. No luck. She tried again using the paper
weight as a hammer. Still it held. she realised that the desk drawer had been
badly scratched by this stage but all she was interested in now was discovery
and it didn't matter what happened in the process.    
She was on her knees now, hunched over the drawer. She drew the paperweight
back to deliver another blow but before she could start the forward motion she
felt a hand close on her neck.    
"What the fuck do you think you're doing?!"    
It was David.    
"I . . . . I was, um, I needed some change and I thought......"    
"You were trying to find your present weren't you?" he said lifting her by his
grip on her neck till she stood, still facing away from him.    
"No, no!" she said, at the same time trying to struggle from his grasp. His
fingers increased the pressure slightly just enough to hold her where she was.
"Don't tell lies!" he said with a slight laugh in his voice. "Look what you've
done to my desk, you little brat! You've bloody ruined it!"    
He moved, taking her with him at arms length.    
"$5000 that cost! I'm going to have to get that back somehow! Got any
suggestions?!" His arm came round brushing the side of her breast as his hand
reached for the paper knife. "We can't have you armed now, can we?!" she
released the knife.    
"Put the paper weight down." he ordered. She dropped it on the chair as she
was pushed past.    
He walked her, in the same grip over towards the window wall. When they were
three feet away, he pushed her hard, throwing her against the glass, her body
contacting the cold surface through the thin dress. She let out a little
scream.    
"Don't turn round!" he said, "Put your hands on the glass at head height and
stand back !"    
She looked down at the street far below through the glass. How thick was it,
she wondered. Would it take her weight?    
As if reading her thoughts, David said "Oh, don't worry, sweetheart. That
glass will hold several heavyweights running up against it. Neither you nor I
are going through that."    
Her heart was beating faster now, she wasn't really worried but she knew that
he was, to say the least unpleased with the distruction of his desk and she
wondered what was coming next.    
"Spread your legs!' he grated. Her heart missed a beat    
She shuffled them slightly apart.  "I said spread them!" he repeated kicking
the inside of one of her stilettos so that her legs slid further out.    
"Now the question is, how am I going to get compensation for the damage to my
desk?"    
Teresa didn't answer.    
"This little nothing of a dress looks quite expensive," he said, "maybe we
should start with that?!"    
"Shit!" she thought as she bit her lip.  It had cost a small fortune in New
York the last time she'd been there.  It was her favorite of the moment.    
"Hmm, then again, I'm not into cross-dressing so maybe that's not a good
idea!....."    
She quietly breathed a sigh of relieve.    
"On the other hand, I see where I could make some alterations which would
match my own requirements," he continued, fingering the buttons which traveled
up the back from hem to neck.    
"Yes, I sort of like that idea," he said almost to himself, "there's an almost
poetic justice about it, don't you think?!"    
"Don't you dare ruin my dress!"  Teresa started to turn to confront him.  "You
know it's my favorite!"    
She felt like a rag doll as he effortlessly slammed her back against the
glass.    
"Now that's not very polite under the circumstances, is it?" he said in a
voice which left little room for argument.    
"All of a sudden we should all respect each other's belongings!  I'm just
following your lead, darling."    
"You bastard," she whispered, "don't you dare!"    
"Now now!  Language!" he said quietly.    
He picked the dress away from her neck between two fingers and, with the
letter opener, sliced through the thread of the first button.  Sensing that he
was doing something her hand flew back to investigate.    
"Put you hand back where it was," he snapped.  The hand stopped in mid air and
then returned to the glass.    
"That's better," he said more kindly, cutting through the thread of another
button.    
"Oh....."  She sobbed.  Tears of anger and frustration rather than fear were
flowing down Teresa's cheeks as she tried to imagine what he was doing to her
beautiful dress.    
Oh.....  What," he asked innocently. "you should have thought of the
consequences before you started wrecking my office, shouldn't you?"  Another
button and another were removed.    
"You wait!" she cried "I'll get you back for this!"    
"How do you mean get me back?" asked David, mildly.  "I'm the one getting my
own back!"    
He paused.    
"Hmm, I think that's enough cutting for there.  It's time to start on the
other end!"    
He bent slightly and gather the hem of the dress and began the same process,
this time, traveling upward.  By the time he'd reached the fifth button he
could see the smooth bare flesh above her stocking tops.  He could hardly
contain himself.    
One by one the buttons came off revealing more and more of her until there
just five left clasping her waist, the unbuttoned portion peeling back on each
side.  He could see now that she wore just a black, lace thong, leaving her
beautiful arse exposed.  The dark stockings made a devastating contrast with
the light olive of her smooth skin.  It took all his will power not to take
her there and then.    
"Place your hands lower on the glass - just above waist height."  He said
thickly, "And then step as far back as you can."    
Teresa did as she was told and, stepping back caused herself to lean forward,
straight-armed, into the glass.    
David watched, hypnotized as her beautiful body offered itself to him.    
Teresa stood there, stretched out against the glass, knowing almost certainly,
what would be next.  She felt totally exposed.  As she watched the people in
the street, she found it difficult to believe they could not see her spread
like a sacrifice waiting to be ravaged by her lover.  She saw also people in
the offices across the street going about their work.  All they had to do was
turn a careless glance in her direction to see what was going on.  She
imagined herself held in some invisible grip, penetrated while the world
looked on; gaining excitement from her exposure.    
She jumped as she felt David's hand delve under the material of the thong,
rubbing his knuckles over her arsehole and slip downward, running it through
his fist till the back of his hand was couched snugly between her pussy lips.
It was then she realized how wet she had become as she inadvertently pushed
gently back against his hand.    
David felt his knuckles sink imperceptibly into the warmth before pulling the
thin material taught.  Teresa started again as she felt the dull back edge of
the knife pass against the inside of her thigh so close to her pussy as he
threaded the blade and, with a stroke sliced through the thong.  She felt the
front spring back up her belly.  A second slice and the waistband disappeared
leaving her totally exposed both to her man and to anyone who care to look
across from the adjoining offices or look up from the street below.     
She heard the Russell of material as David unzipped his pants.  There was a
pause and then she felt his hands grab each flap of the now open dress and
push it up her all but horizontal back.  She felt a slight chill as the air
conditioning hit her freshly exposed flesh and then his hands grabbed her, his
middle fingers fitting perfectly into the angle formed by the join between her
long stockinged legs and her now naked hips.    
She froze in anticipation feeling the succulent juices flowing freely within
her pussy and then, with one huge thrust David's cock plunged in as far as it
could go.    
Although it happened within a second, it was like feeling it in slow motion!  
First there was the suggestion of contact as the head of his cock touched the
side of her waiting, outer lips.     
His aim was fractionally off centre and she could feel the huge bloated head
slide from its first point of contact into the channel of her arse and down
across the bridge, gouging into the back edge of her pussy opening until,
moving down, it momentarily plugged her, stretching her pussy lips apart by
degrees as it pushed forward, displacing the delicate tissue and lubricating
itself in the sopping hole.    
She could feel every stretch, every contour of his cock as it passed inward,
invading her body; felt the length of it course through, scoring every livid
fibrous nerve of her cunt as it made its way into her hotness, drawing her
rigid clitoris inward with its passage.    
She felt his hand leave one of her hips and next felt it wrap itself in her
long tousled hair, gripping it hard and pulling her whole body back onto his
cock.  Her head came up with his tug and now she saw, across the gap, three
men, their faces frozen, watching, wanting, envious, lusting.....    
She didn't care.    
All she registered now was the plunging cock that hammered into her from
behind.  His remaining hand edged round from her hip while still holding her
in place and the fingers delved into her, joining his cock, expanding her
already tightly filled cunt still more.    
The pressure was enormous.  She was totally filled and David's cock seemed
fuller, thicker and longer than it had ever been before.  It was harder too.
That hardness which comes with extreme arousal.  The hardness experienced just
before and during orgasm when the whole being is concentrating on its own
reproduction and propagation.  This was there as a constant now.    
Teresa's clit felt like it would burst it was so distended.  The constant
stimulation had shuddered her to orgasm three times already and now she could
feel another starting to grip her deep within her womb, blossoming outwards to
suffuse the area with a prickling heat which exploded into spasms which shook
her body as her entire cervix contracted over and over.    
David let go of her hair as he sensed her body racked with the inner
contortions.    
Her head hung down, her hair partially obscuring her face.  She looked up
through the straggling strands across the street as the aftershocks of her
fourth orgasm still shook her.  The men were still there.    
The devil in her prompted her and she took one hand off the glass and passed
it between her legs, gripping the base of David's cock as it continued its
servicing of her pussy.    
She felt the wetness bathing her hand in the juices flowing from them both.   
She withdrew her hand.  It was covered in the wonderful glistening liquid and,
looking directly into the eyes of the group across the way, she smiled and
licked the wetness from the palm of her hand.    
The guy to the left crumpled with a look of delighted but concerned surprise
on his face and, clutching at his crotch he disappeared back into the
building.    
Teresa closed her eyes and smiled again, continuing to enjoy the feeling of
David's erection sliding in and out.    
The remnants of the dress still clung to her body and with a single fluid
movement she turned and knelt in front of him.    
"I want to suck the cum out of your balls," she said throatily, taking his
cock deep inside her mouth and pushing her head against his front, forcing the
head into her throat.    
David uttered a choking reply which was lost in the sound of her lips suckling
on him as she warmed to the task.  He was still fully dressed but his cock and
balls were clear of his pants as he now grasped the sides and back of her
head, fucking her mouth as he had her pussy moments before.    
But there had been a subtle change, she was now in command.  After several
minutes she gripped him firmly under his cock, raised herself from her knees
and pushed him gently till the back of his thighs hit the desk.  She was
already undoing his belt and the top button of his pants and as she pushed him
further and, as he over balanced, she hooked her thumbs into his pants and
shorts and tugged, getting rid of the superfluous garments.     
She placed the flat of her hand on his chest and pushed him back onto the hard
surface raising one stockinged knee and then the other to rest them on each
side of his hips as he settled back.    
Her dress was still in place, just. Forming more an apron than anything else
now; a short tunic which covered her front and breasts still while revealing
practically all behind.  Her taught neat hips flared from her waist as she
hung there over his cock.  Her first taste of exhibitionism seemd to have
given her a taste for it and she knew that the guys across the way would be
holding their breath watching her back, her waist, her arse and her parted
thighs, waiting for her to sink down onto David's cock.    
She turned towards the window, still suspended, and slowly put her middle
three fingers between her lips to the second knuckle and sucked on them.    
Still looking at the guys, she sank herself down, feeling her lips stretched
as the head slipped through into her body followed by the thick shaft, burying
David's cock deep into her vagina.  She turned her attention back to David.
Now, once more, she forgot about everything else.  Every fibre of her being
was concentrated on that part of her body between her legs and up, deep deep
into her belly.  She had pushed down slowly but hard and could feel the head
sinking, thrusting up through the narrow opening to her womb; pushing itself
remorselessly on through into the inner confines of her body.    
She reached forward, taking the paperknife which he still held, and cut the
tie from around his neck.    
She could feel his cock growing bigger inside her as she pumped him; raising
herself slowly off his body and mashing herself down on his hips at the same
time consciously tightening her whole vaginal tunnel to squeeze him as she
started and continued the descent.     
Slapping herself down on him gave her the contact she desired, grinding her
distended clitoris into his pubic mound, exciting herself still further as her
shaven pussy felt for and found the immaculate sensations she now craved.    
David was making small groaning sounds as she massaged the length of his cock
with her juices, plunging down onto him, and giving herself the pleasure she
knew she wanted.  He reach up to her shoulders, pulling the barely attached
dress down her arms baring her wonderful breasts and upper body to her waist,
leaving a pool of thin material, clasped by the few remaining buttons down the
small of her back, lying lightly on his damp stomach.    
She reached out without breaking her rhythm and gripped the edges of his shirt
where the buttons fasten it.  She wanted flesh not fabric.  With one tug she
ripped the two halves apart, tearing the material where the buttons would not
give, and pulling the shirt clear of his body before slowly sliding her body
down, letting her breasts and nipples stimulate themselves against his chest
as she continued to thrash up and down above him piercing herself over and
over with his solid cock.    
Suddenly, another orgasm shook her.  This time, it came so violently that she
wasn't ready for it and, with David's cock buried deep inside her, she
convulsed and contracted, wondering whether she would close up completely
round him, the pulses were so strong.    
It started like an avalanche centered up deep inside her belly; high up
within, where she could feel David's cock must now be. and started rolling and
spreading down; reaching out and grasping her insides as it came, gathering
speed, pulling on every sensual fibre of her body; connecting with her legs,
her breasts and nipples, her neck; every possible place on her body where she
had ever experienced a sexual electric flesh current was included in that
tumbling gush of sensation.    
Much as her orgasm was consuming her, it could not hope to leave David behind,
buried deep within her as he was, he felt the onrush of his own orgasm as the
spasm beginnings of his cum bubbled up from his cock to spurt, fountain-like
deep inside Teresa's body, blasting the walls of her womb with thick hot milky
cum; plastering her hot centre with its viscous heat.    
They hung there, held in the moment, suspended by their own mutual love and
lust; experiencing their simultaneous exchange and then slowly sank together
down onto the hard surface of the desk, gasping and panting, each bathed in a
soft, glowing film of perspiration.    
Teresa lay, full length, on David's naked torso, feeling the compacted strands
of her dress moistly clinging to her lower hips where it had been sandwiched
as she relaxed down onto her lover.    
She reached behind her to undo the remaining buttons but, seeing her move,
David stopped her; gently taking her hand and, kissing it, pulling her back
down to rest against his chest.    
They lay there for a while, breathing deeply.  Slowly coming back down from
the wonderful heights which they'd just visited and watched the light fade
against the buildings leaving rose and gold coloured memories of the passing
day painted down the sides of the buildings as they marched down the main
street rigidly following one after the other into the orange fleece of the
sunset.    
Teresa shivered slightly as she became aware on the air conditioning for the
first time.    
David stirred.  "You're cold," he whispered in her ear.  "Here, let me up a
moment, darling."    
She gently disengaged herself, feeling him slip out of her as she did so
feeling a kind of temporary loss as her eyes followed his naked back across
the room.    
"Where are you going?" she asked softly    
"Just going to get your birthday present," he replied, half glancing over his
shoulder.  "It looks as though you need it now rather than on the day!"    
She raised herself on one elbow and watched, now, more intently.    
He had made his way over to the rosewood surface of the built-in cupboard
doors.  Now he slid them back and reached inside.  His hand came out holding
the most sensational fur coat she'd ever seen.    
"It's fake, of course," he said with a grin.  "You know my views on depriving
little animals of their winter woollies!  But I'm assured by those who know
that not even an expert furrier would be able to tell the difference at five
yards.  I had it made specially."    
She slowly raised herself off the desk; absolutely speechless.    
"David, it's wonderful!  It's ....................  Wonderful!"    
He grinned, now holding it by the lapels, raising his eyebrows in invitation,
turning it so that she could offer her nakedness into its embrace.    
She paused.    
"No, I want to wear it without anything else on!" she said, with a grin,
reaching back and undoing the last of the buttons.  The dress finally fell to
the floor.    
She slipped one hand into the proffered sleeve, following with the other and
slid herself into its deep, satin lined luxury, feeling the coolness on her
skin.    
"Oh God, David, it's divine!  Thank you, my darling."    
She walked a few paces, feeling it swirl against her naked body, smiling like
a child with a new toy.  David watched the sleek, brown black fur shimmer,
catching the last golden highlights of the setting sun, almost vanished now
below the skyline.  She turned and walked to him.  Putting her arms around his
neck she slowly offered her lips to his.    
"I love you," she whispered, before she opened her lips and gentle explored
his mouth with her tongue.    
"and I you, my darling," he said as their lips parted and she stepped
backwards towards the desk.    
Without turning, keeping her eyes on his, she sat back on the edge of the
desk, placing her palms on the polished edge and sliding herself further onto
its surface.  She leaned back, the almost ankle length coat falling back
revealing her superb body to his gaze once more.    
"Fuck me, David!" she whispered.  "Fuck me again."    
    
".............And then you can bloody well help me sew those damned buttons
back on, you bastard!"    
    
    
    ~~~~~~> Princess Sensual

(c)  1998 FTL
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