I Unintentionally Became Her Kitten Chapter 130: (18 ) The Desk

Alisha got used to going into the office. And despite how much she hated everyone knowing where she was at all tis, things settled quickly.

Tye frequently sat at a desk just a little outside her door and when he wasn't Matteo was and the single ti soone tried to drop in unannounced they were quickly sent on their way.

I was hanging out in her office which I’d gradually grown accustod to. It made security easier when we were in the sa place and ant I could, if I wanted to, go into the city with Lili accompanying .

Today was dragging though. I was torn between going ho and baking or going into the city and just walking around.

Alisha sighed at her desk and I looked up from my phone.

“You good?” I asked.

She shifted in her chair, the leather squeaking.

“I'm so restless,” she explained. “How do people just sit at a desk all day and not go insane?”

“... I don't know. Aren't most people in offices depressed or sothing?”

She huffed and actually slouched back a bit, looking annoyed.

I got up and stretched, letting my muscles pull to their limit before releasing and then approached her desk, hopping up to sit on it. It was a sturdy desk. Real wood, not particle board or laminate. It took my weight without any complaint.

Alisha gazed up at contemplatively. “Kitten,” she stated after a long mont. “How do you feel about… if I lock the door and draw the shades… could I touch you?”

I flushed too hot and broke eye contact. “Is this room soundproofed?”

“Almost entirely,” Alisha said.

“... we just have to stop if either one of us thinks we're being too obvious.”

“Always,” Alisha agreed and stood, casually pulling the shade over the already tinted glass and then hitting so switch that both dimd the lights and made so motorized shades close along the back windows.

And then she turned the lock with a click and looked back at . I felt even hotter and the flush was wonderfully electric in that anticipatory way.

She ca back, took my face in her hands. I managed to kiss one of her palms before she was directing to look back at her. Then we were making out. At first it was casual and then she started to take her blazer off and pull away but I wanted more so I pulled her back and our teeth clicked together.

“You don't have any etings coming up do you?” I panted.

“Not until after lunch.”

Her teeth grazed across my neck and I tilted my head back to give her better access.

“Fuck, Alisha,” I gasped as she gave an undoubtedly noticable hickey toward my collar bone.

“Your cursing again?” She teased.

“You make my brain lt.” I was already way too hot with my clothes and started to pull at the hem. She pushed my hands away just to pull my shirt off herself and run her hands along my sides. I arched into it doing my best to stay quiet.

Her hands slid up my back next and wrestled with the bra clasp for a brief mont and when it finally released tossed it aside and cupped my breasts. I pressed my face against her neck as she pinched the nipples and wetness started to sleep from my groin.

“I think you needed this more than I did,” she teased and pinched again.

“You just– nn~” I couldnt cut myself off quite fast enough as she gave my nipple a gentle twist. “I didn't think that would feel good,” I managed heavily.

My skin was burning more and more and I managed to start to squirm out of my pants, feeling the cool air relieving so of the trapped heat.

“You're always so responsive to my touch,” she murmured and pushed my thighs apart.

“I think I might be your bitch,” I explained. “You make so pathetic…”

I was trying very hard to stay present and not get completely lost by her attention. She was fully focused on , and hasn't even taken her shirt off.

I wasnt able to focus much beyond the intense rush coursing through my blood and how her hands were gently pushing my thighs wider.

My vulva flexed and a fresh drip of sothing lubricating slid out. I blushed in real embarrassnt.

“You're wet.” Alisha leaned in and her tongue t my clit.

I had to put my hands back to support my weight as she dug deeper and my world started to spin. She licked hungrily and before long I was doing my absolute best to control the sounds coming out of .

I would not scream inside the office but not doing so results in every muscle contracting until I felt like I was going to snap. I gasped, tried not to do so too loudly.

When the orgasm ca it was quiet but intense. My body vibrated, wound up too tight. Teeth ground together until my jaw hurt and finally the tidal wave eased and I managed to take in a breath as Alisha pulled away.

I slumped backward on her desk more, legs drooping.

“Was that good?” she asked teasingly and sat back down in her chair.

I managed a nod, still reorienting from getting launched into heaven.

“Want another?” she asked.

I nodded breathlessly.

She was more than happy to oblige and this ti held in place more and when I started to lose control her hand clapped down over my mouth, cutting off a loud moan. I ended up biting down on it as I ca around her tongue and she hushed .

I cald still feeling my insides pulsating and squirming. After my brain had stopped floating I got off the desk. Alisha helped steady and then I saw where I'd been sitting.

“Oh God,” I panicked. There was a slick ss there.

“Shh, it's okay Kippy. I can clean it.” Alisha pushed my hair back into place and then leaned back in her chair. Her legs were spread already as an invitation.

I swallowed and got down on my knees, pulled her pants and panties off and returned her favor. She was warm and I was starting to enjoy her flavor more than I thought I should.

Her hand fisted in my hair to anchor deeper and I found her clit buried in her folds. It was firm and wanting and she trembled as I pulled it into my mouth.

“Good Kitten,” she panted. “Just like that.”

I humd gently, the best I could do for a purr.

She twitched around and ground her pelvis into my face.

My face was getting ssy, covered in her and finally her breathing started to quicken and tremble.

She was so close I sucked a little harder and she threw her head back as a tiny moan slipped out against her will.

When she ca I felt it. Her clit twitched and then a warm flood of fluid seeped out onto my face and I pulled back. A couple strands of the silvery stuff stretched to co with before disappearing.

I waited as Alisha was panting and still had her head back. Then she smiled and looked down at again.

“You're getting very good at that,” she praised.

My face leaned against her thigh.

“I have a good master,” I teased.

Her amusent deepened and she started to ss with my hair again, fixing it back into sothing presentable.

“You're a good girl.”

“Do good girls get to go clean up in the bathroom?” I asked.

“Yes, Kitten.” She kissed my forehead.

I was still unsteady as I stood and went into the (very clean) bathroom and cleaned myself up thoroughly. All I could sll was Alisha until I’d washed my face.

When I ca out, she went in with her makeup pouch from her purse and I gave her a mischievous smile. She had on her face too.

After we had scrubbed down the desk top and the chair there was a quiet unspoken return to exactly how things were before. Though now I was significantly less bored.

TLDR: They eat each other out at the office. That's pretty much it.