Working Late Ch. 02

"You don't do as you're told very well sometimes, do you?"

"I..."

"You told me you were going to stay behind, but you left."

"I..."

"You made me run after you."

With each question, Karl's voice darkened. Confusion clouded her brain while hunger coursed through her veins. Amelie's skin was on fire. Her body screaming to be touched. She closed her eyes to savour each sensation coursing through her body.

"Tell me Amelie, do you not want to be here?"

Amelie almost groaned aloud. The torment of having to answer such a question ripped through her. Only minutes ago, she'd been convinced that she would not be here again. Only minutes ago, she'd seen him about to kiss Jessica. She was trying to assimilate one rational thought, to form a single sentence, before she spoke. But Karl was not waiting. His lips brushed her ear as he spoke again.

"Do you want to go?"

"No," she whispered.

"Open your eyes," he waited until she complied before carrying on. "What do you want?"

She flinched, not wanting to admit it. She shouldn't give in so easily. Keeping her eyes averted, she bit her lip.

"What do you want, Amelie?"

His lips skimmed her face, his breath warming her skin. No answer. Again, he repeated his question in a whisper. Amelie feared he could hear her heart pounding. She clung to the last fragments of self-control. With no answer again, Karl dipped his head and flicked the tip of his tongue against the corner of her mouth.

"What."

His lips feathered over hers.

"Do."

He ran a fingertip from her jawline to collarbone.

"You."

His hand slid up her nape to cradle the back of her head.

"Want."

With his final word, Karl's lips lingered achingly close to Amelie's, but did nothing more. Yearning for his kiss, blood roared in her ears, as her arousal consumed her.

"You," she breathed.

His lips remained still. His eyes bore into hers. Triumph flickered across his face before he moved away to sit in his chair. The sense of loss created by his sudden retreat overwhelmed her. She resented that he'd be able to hear her ragged breathing, see her flushed cheeks. Humiliation at feeling utterly exposed prickled at her. Still frozen on the spot, she didn't know whether to walk out, or beg for what she craved. Before she could decide, Karl spoke.

"Amelie," Karl waited until eye contact returned, "strip for me."

Head swimming, Amelie didn't understand at first. He'd just mocked her desire for him, hadn't he? Was this his way of wanting to be sure she'd do anything he asked, as she'd promised last night? Reason seeped in and she clung to the hope that he wouldn't be doing any of this if he wasn't attracted to her. This was foreplay. The most intense, mind-fucking foreplay she'd experienced. But she had to admit it was working. Her desire for him, to please him, to have his attention, was stronger than her fears that told her to run.

Amelie stepped away from the window, her hands rising to her dress zip.

"No."

His words halted her as he pointed back to where she'd been stood.

"But..."

"There," he reiterated.

Amelie moved back to in front of the window.

"Now, strip."

Amelie eyed the window, persuading herself that no-one would be able to see. Her fingers gripped the metal tag of the dress zip and pulled it in a steady grind until it reached the end. Reaching down to seize the hem of her dress, she lifted the material and pulled it upwards. The hem passed her nylon covered thighs, exposing her crotch. Her stomach now on display. Her black bra strained against her aching breasts. She lifted the dress over her head. As it fell to the floor, Amelie recalled the previous comment about her suit, but Karl didn't address it again, so she left it where it lay.

Standing in her heels, tights, and underwear, Amelie placed one hand against the window to keep her balance and slipped off each shoe. As she hooked her thumbs under the band of her tights, she briefly acknowledged that other women could probably remove their clothes in a much sexier way. But they weren't the one here, with him. She slid the nylon down her legs and threw them on top of her dress.

Her heart pounded harder. Last night he didn't see her naked, at least not fully. She looked at Karl for reassurance. He sat completely still but she knew. He wanted her. Despite her curves, despite her imperfections. The hunger in his eyes spurred her on.

Her hands reached behind to release the hooks of her bra. As the band opened, she felt the weighty drop of her tits but held the material in place with her arm until both of her hands were in front of her again. With the slowest of movements, hoping that the pace would be tormenting him, she pulled the material away to reveal her breasts and solid nipples. She let her arms fall away and added the bra to the pile.

With only one last covering to remove, Amelie tucked both hands under the material of her panties at her hips. She splayed her fingers to stretch them slightly. They slid over her thighs. At just above the knees, she released the material and let them fall around her ankles. Lifting each foot in turn, she kicked them towards the rest of her clothes. With hands by her sides, she waited while Karl drank her in.

"Turn around."

Karl twirled his finger and Amelie slowly spun.

"Beautiful," he murmured, "now, turn and put your palms against the window."

Turning, she pressed her palms against the glass and heard him move behind her. As she glanced back, his fingers seized her arse cheeks. He was on his knees. His hands gripped her, squeezing her cheeks together then pulling them apart. Amelie pushed back a fraction, encouraging him. Complying, he massaged her a few more times before he slid one hand underneath to trace a finger gently over her slit.

Whimpering, she instinctively shifted a little to open her legs more, allowing him better access. She was immediately rewarded with a second finger. Both digits teased as they ran either side of her pussy lips. Her soft moans were cut by a yelp when he sank his teeth into her arse cheek. Amelie jumped, wincing at the unexpected pain. But it was short-lived when he impaled her on his fingers.

She cried out as he rammed a third finger inside her. Finger fucking her hard, he stretched her wet hole before removing them to give her arse a slap. Willing him to return his fingers back inside her cunt, she leaned forward and pressed her tits against the window. Given the easier access, he held open her pussy. He blew cool air on her hot lips before flicking the tip of his tongue over her clit. She trembled as Karl pushed his face harder against her from behind, his tongue lapping at her juices before pushing as deep inside her hole as he could reach. Amelie moaned in delight at feeling Karl's face pressed against her arse as he ate her out.

Spreading her arse cheeks again, Karl's tongue ran up to her arsehole and rimmed her. Amelie gasped at the new sensation. She thought she'd be disgusted by it, but it brought new pleasures to her arousal. He alternated between cunt and arse, turning her whimpers into moans. The familiar waves of orgasm grew, and she begged him not to stop. Mere seconds away from explosion, Karl pulled away.

"No!" Amelie wailed.

Her pussy ached with desperation. With her orgasm already beginning to subside, she felt almost angry at Karl. She began to turn, intending on berating him for tormenting her but his hands seized hers. Keeping control, Karl held them flat against the windowpane. His clothed body pushed her naked skin against the glass before nudging her legs open further with his own foot. He growled at her to stay in position.

As he released her, she felt a brief fumbling behind her then the head of his throbbing cock pushed against her slick pussy lips. Lining up to her entrance, he gave a single, strong thrust and filled her completely. Moving one hand to her hip, the other entwining his fingers with hers, he fucked deep into her again.

Each thrust rocked her onto her toes before she pushed back ready for the next deep slam. Her eyes rolled with each filling. Her breath fogged the glass as her tits mashed against it, exposed to the world. Over and over he rode her, unrelenting. His fingers gripped harder but the pleasure overwhelmed any pain. The vague image of her skin being bruised by him only drove her closer to cumming. Karl grunted harder with the increased effort of fucking deeper. His teeth grazed against her shoulder.

Her orgasm came raging back and Amelie registered that no man had been able to make her cum without stimulating her clit. But here she was, filled more than ever before and about to cum on his cock.

"Oh fuck, Karl, fuck! I'm going to..."

Amelie's words were lost in the scream that tore from her throat. Her cunt clenched tight before pulsing cum over his cock. Karl kept plunging hard, ignoring Amelie's shuddering, until he forced a second wave to swell. Her moans burst into ecstatic squeals and pleas as she came again, bucking between Karl and the window. He held tight but slowed his thrusts. Aching from the intensity, her body wilted.

Karl, still rigid, pulled out. Breathing hard, he gently released her. Amelie remained pressed against the window, bathing in the aftermath, until she heard the command to turn around.

Complying, she drank in the sight of him. For all intents and purposes, Karl was still fully dressed. Except that he had unzipped his trousers and his glistening erection jutted through his fly. Amelie smiled as she watched his cock flex under her scrutiny.

"On your knees, Amelie, clean your cum from my cock."

He stood still as she moved close enough to graze her nipples against his shirt. Fighting the temptation to reach up and kiss him, she lowered to her knees. Once level with his cock, Amelie was able to indulge better in seeing his unyielding dick covered in her juices. She leaned in a little closer and inhaled the smell of herself on him. Licking her lips, she saw how the veiny lines of his cock shimmered with her wetness. A thicker coating of her cum gathered around the rim of his head. She ran the tip of her tongue over him, scooping the warm, sweet stickiness and swallowing it. Next, she swirled her tongue over his bulbous head then concentrated on flicking her tongue over his slit. As she gave him a thorough cleaning, precum oozed out encouraging her to lick more eagerly. Hungry for more, she lapped from base to tip using long strokes of her tongue. As a final step she took him deep in her mouth sealing her lips firmly around his shaft and slid them slowly upwards collecting any remaining cum.

Karl allowed her to continue sucking him for a few moments longer before stopping her. Unlike the previous night, Amelie shrugged off disappointment and eagerly awaited his next demand.

Remaining on her knees, she watched as Karl took a step back and undressed. His toned body was exactly as she'd imagined. Even naked, he emanated authority. His eyes still locked on her, Karl took hold of his cock and began slowly stroking. Looking up at him, Amelie felt the urge to spread her knees wide and begin to finger herself as she watched. Instead, Karl commanded she stood. Amelie rose to her feet and he released his shaft.

"Stroke my cock."

Amelie reached out and wrapped her fingers around him. A deep, contented sigh escaped her lips as she jerked him off. She adored the softness of his skin enveloping the steeliness within. Each flex in response to her touch excited her more. She revelled in the knowledge that this cock, this very one in her hand, was able to fill her completely. It was able to give her more pleasure than she'd ever thought possible. She wanted to hold it, stroke it, suck, lick, and kiss it. She wanted to worship it.

The ache deep in her womb ignited again. She wanted him, no,needed him to be inside her again. Her fingers gripped a little tighter as she felt her juices start to leak from her pussy. Her clit pulsed fiercely. Her nipples ached painfully. His cock responded. He felt so perfect, so fucking perfect.

"Do you feel that?" Karl growled.

"Yes."

"Do you understand?"

"Understand?"

Amelie's brow knit in confusion, but kept her hand moving. She thought he looked disappointed but before she could ask why, he reached for her to release him and guided her to stand.

Sinking one hand into her hair, his lips sought her neck. Kissing and licking up to her earlobe, his other hand splayed against her lower back and pulled her hard against him. His cock pushed against her navel as he nipped at her lobe.

Whimpering as goosebumps spread over her body, Amelie clung to his shoulders. He steered her backward until she felt the cold glass press against her arse and back. Digging her fingers into his muscles, she held her balance as he continued to manipulate her body into the position he wanted.

He lifted her knee to his waist and bent slightly, guiding his cock to rest against her ready hole. In one swift movement, he pushed. His body pinned her against the window. Karl held still, buried deep, as he brought his face in front of hers. Their eyes locked as he spoke.

"Do you feel that?"

"Yes," she whispered.

"I want you," he rasped, "you."

"I..."

"I wantyou."

Karl leaned in and held his mouth over hers. His hips jerked, driving his cock deeper.

"This is what I want," he gave another thrust, "I want my cock inside this cunt, insideyour cunt."

He plunged again. Amelie gasped and nodded. Her pussy contracted around him causing him to moan.

"Your cunt, your fucking perfect body, you," he panted, "I want you, so now, do you understand?"

"Yes, Karl, I understand."

Her words were barely in the air between them when Karl seized her lips. His tongue pushed in and devoured her. Amelie groaned loudly into his mouth, succumbing to his passion. Matching his hunger with her own, she held him tightly. With a guttural moan, he kneaded one of her breasts and began to drive his cock in a long, steady rhythm.

"Oh, fuck," she moaned as her head tipped back to rest against the window, "fuck me, yes."

Karl grunted in return as he built up speed, rocking his hips, slamming into her soaking pussy. Both of his hands slapped and gripped her arse.

"You're going to cum again for me, Amelie."

She cried out her agreement as his fingers pulled her arse cheeks wide apart then pushed together. Her words became illegible until she felt his fingers working their way to her tight arsehole. She stiffened but Karl kept moving until he pressed one finger clear against her puckered hole, making her gasp.

"Oh fuck, what are you doing?"

"Trust me."

Claiming her lips again, his hand slipped away from her arse to cover his fingers in her pussy juice. His wetted finger nestled back against her tight hole and as he pushed slightly, his tongue found hers.

Acutely aware that Karl's finger was rubbing with increasing pressure, she tried to focus instead on their kiss and his cock still sliding inside of her. Moaning against his tongue, she realised that his finger was beginning to feel good. Before long she found herself squirming to find more pleasure from his single digit.

"You want more?"

"Yes!"

He pushed again, working his finger inside of her. She couldn't help groaning with pleasure.

"Yes," she chanted, "fuck, yes, deeper."

Karl growled as his pace increased while Amelie melted at the sensation of both his cock and finger. She began babbling again about how good he felt inside of her. His shoulders tensed, and she knew he was getting close which triggered her own final stretch.

"Oh fuck, I'm going to cum," she exclaimed.

She didn't know exactly where each wave of pleasure came from and she didn't care. Her arse full of finger, her cunt full of cock. Her tits rubbing against his chest while her lips kissed and nibbled on his collarbone. It didn't matter. It was all heaven, and she was going to cum again over Karl's cock.

"That's it, cum for me, Am."

"I want you to cum too."

"I will, I'm going to cum inside you," he groaned.

"Fuck, I'm close, I'm so close," Amelie tensed as she raced to the edge, "I'm going to cum, now!"

As her orgasm hit, she screamed with abandon. She clung desperately to Karl and felt him shoot load after load deep into her cunt, sending her further into nirvana. Amelie shuddered against him until all energy seeped away from her limbs. Neither moved. Their slick bodies clung to each other as their ragged breathing filled the air.

Karl's lips sought hers once more and Amelie responded with matching tenderness. As their kiss eased, he helped her find her feet. His lips continued their soft exploration along her jawline to nuzzle against her neck before leaning back to smile at her. Patting her arse, he grinned.

"You know, Amelie, there's lots of work to do here tomorrow night."