The Old Official Ended Up on His Knees Before Me

Marcos parked double-parked, as always, because he was incapable of finding a decent spot. He looked at me with that crooked smile that promised long nights, even though we were in broad daylight.

—Come on, Carla, don’t drag this out, I’ve got a meeting at eleven —he said, and his hand slid up my thigh to the hem of my skirt, slipping a finger under the fabric until it brushed my thong.

—You know how these offices are, honey. A five-minute errand that steals your whole morning —I replied, pushing his hand away with a little laugh before he could shove two fingers in right there, out in the street. I gave him a quick kiss, tongue and all, biting his lower lip—. Hold still, I’m already soaking wet just thinking about you.

—Come back like that, pussy dripping, and we won’t get out of the car —he murmured against my mouth.

The cool air hit my bare legs. I was wearing a tight white strapless top and a navy skirt that wasn’t especially short, but that marked every curve. A thin coat over my shoulders, more out of habit than because I was cold. I knew perfectly well the effect I had, and I liked it.

The government building was a gray hulking mass that smelled of old paper and machine coffee. I hung the coat over my arm and crossed the lobby with my chin high, feeling the looks settle on me. Men turning discreetly, women pressing their lips together. I walked on, enjoying every one of them. Marcos always told me I was shameless, and he was right, but that morning I hadn’t come to flirt. I’d come to sort out something that couldn’t wait.

The waiting room was an oven. Heat blasting, plastic chairs, resigned people. I’d made an appointment, but it didn’t matter: I sat there for over an hour, feeling my patience run out. The deadline closed the next day, and without that paperwork fixed, the penalty would be brutal.

At last my number appeared on the screen. Office three.

Inside, a gray-haired man in his late fifties lifted his eyes from the computer. Old-fashioned tie, thick-framed glasses, that expression of someone counting the days until retirement. He barely looked at me.

—How can I help you? —he said in a flat voice.

I explained why I was there and handed over the stack of documents. He leafed through them with obvious reluctance, frowning.

—You’re missing a certificate. Without it I can’t process anything. You’ll have to come back another day, with a new appointment.

—But it’s urgent. If I book another appointment, I miss the deadline. On the phone they told me this was enough.

—What they told you on the phone is one thing. Procedure is another —he replied with a shrug, his eyes already back on his screen.

I felt the knot in my throat. After all that effort, was everything going to be ruined by a stamp? I was about to beg him when I noticed something. While he spoke, his eyes kept dropping. To my neckline, to my crossed legs under the desk. He was terrible at hiding it. He wasn’t even half as impassive as he pretended to be.

An idea made its way into my head. Perverse, but tempting.

I leaned forward, resting my elbows on the edge of the desk, opening the top a little more so it showed him nearly my entire breasts, my nipples pressing against the fabric. My eyes found his, and now he didn’t know where to look.

—Look, this is truly important —I said, lowering my voice until it became a whisper—. I don’t know what to do. If you helped me out… I’d know how to thank you. Very well.

He swallowed loudly. A fine sheen of sweat glistened on his forehead.

—I… I don’t know what you mean. The procedures are what they are —he muttered, but his gaze was no longer leaving my tits.

I slid my palm up my thigh, slowly, until it brushed the edge of my skirt and lifted it just enough for him to see a patch of bare skin above the stocking. He followed the movement with his eyes, mouth slightly open.

—I mean I’m very grateful. You seem like a capable man. I’m sure with a couple of clicks that certificate can appear. And I’d make sure you felt very good for helping me. Very good, do you understand? With my mouth, with my hands, whatever it takes.

There was a long silence. His breathing had quickened. Under the desk, I could make out the bulge starting to lift the front of his trousers. Then he nodded, once.

—Let’s say I can overlook this paper —he said, his voice rougher than expected—. But if you don’t do your part, tomorrow first thing this gets denied. Understood?

—Understood. When and where?

He scribbled something on a yellow slip and slid it across the desk to me. An address and a time. His handwriting trembled.

—Tonight. My house. And don’t forget the rest of the documents.

I left the office with my heart racing and a smile I couldn’t hold back. Shame mixed with an excitement I hadn’t expected to feel, and I felt my wet thong sticking to my pussy as I crossed the lobby.

—Did you get it? —Marcos asked as soon as I sat in the car.

—Let’s say yes. I had to make a little extra effort. And tonight I’ll have to make another —I answered, taking his hand and guiding it straight between my legs—. Touch. I got like this in the office, talking to the old man.

Marcos’s fingers pushed aside my thong and sank into me without warning. A gasp escaped me against his neck.

—You’re soaking, slut —he murmured—. Tell me everything tonight. In full detail. I want to know what you’re going to do to that bastard.

—Whatever he wants —I whispered—. And whatever you want to hear after.

He looked at me, first confused, then with that spark I knew so well. He loved hearing every detail. The more perverse, the better.

***

The address took me to the outskirts, to a semi-detached house with a meticulously kept garden. Marcos dropped me off around the corner with a “have fun and don’t leave anything out” that made me shrink with nerves and desire.

I was wearing a short black silk dress, with a neckline that left little to the imagination. Underneath, only a tiny thong and a garter belt, nothing else. My heels clicked on the asphalt as I approached the door. I took a deep breath. It was a strange feeling: part reluctance, part a savage excitement running through me, my pussy already throbbing beneath the silk.

I rang the bell and the door opened almost at once, as if he’d been waiting pressed against it.

It was him. But without the old-fashioned tie or the glasses, in a plaid robe and with his hair mussed, he looked like someone else. Smaller. More vulnerable. His eyes ran over me from head to toe with a mixture of greed and fear.

—Miss… —his voice was barely a thread.

—Carla —I said—. You can call me Carla. Are you going to invite me in, or are we staying out here, where it’s cold?

He stepped aside, trembling. The entryway was small and neat, smelling of floral air freshener. He closed the door behind me with a click that sounded like a sentence.

—Do you understand why I’m here? —I asked, turning to him.

—Yes… for the paperwork —he stammered, but his eyes weren’t on the folder I was holding, they were on my mouth, my neck, my neckline.

—That’s already sorted, isn’t it? —I reminded him, running a finger from his chin to his throat—. I’m here to do my part. So you can fuck me the way you haven’t fucked anyone in years. Tell me your name.

—Eduardo —he said quickly, cheeks flushed.

—Good, Eduardo. Then let’s see what you want.

His trembling hand rested on my arm and climbed to my shoulder. With a boldness I wouldn’t have expected from him, his thumb brushed the edge of my neckline and then slid down over the silk to pinch a nipple between his fingers. It hardened instantly.

—I want… I want to feel like a man again —he murmured—. It’s been a long time since anyone… it’s been a long time since I put my cock in anyone.

—You’re going to put it where I tell you and when I tell you —I cut in, stepping back and breaking contact. His eyes followed me, hungry—. Take off the robe. And whatever you’ve got underneath.

He hesitated for a moment.

—You wouldn’t want me to change my mind about your certificate, would you? —I added, softening the threat with a smile.

With clumsy hands, he untied the belt and let the robe fall. Underneath, an undershirt and old briefs, with a bulge already stretching the fabric without shame. His body had nothing of Marcos’s athleticism: a prominent belly, thin arms, sloping shoulders. And yet that fragility of his, so different from the arrogance with which he had treated me that morning, lit me up in a strange way.

—The rest too —I ordered.

He obeyed slowly, as if each garment cost him a piece of pride. When he pulled down the briefs, his cock sprang free, hard, thicker than I would have imagined, the glans shiny and a clear drop already sliding from the tip. It wasn’t huge, but it was so rock-hard it trembled against his belly. He stayed staring at the floor, ashamed of his own erection.

—Look at me, Eduardo —I said, and he lifted his gaze, eyes full of fear and desire in equal measure—. That’s better. Now, on your knees.

He looked at me in astonishment, but he didn’t protest. He sank onto the rug, trembling, his cock pointing at me like a compass.

I sat on the sofa, lifted one leg, and rested my heel on his shoulder.

—Take off my shoes. Slowly. And tell me what you feel.

With uncertain fingers he freed one foot and then the other. His lips landed on my instep and his tongue traced every toe with a devotion that sent a shiver through me, pure power.

—You’re… you’re incredible —he murmured between kisses—. I don’t deserve this. My cock is about to burst just from looking at you.

—I can see that. A little trickle’s already reached the rug —I laughed, glancing down—. No, you don’t deserve it. But tonight you’re mine. Up. I want your mouth on my legs. And don’t even think about touching that cock until I tell you to.

He climbed up on his knees, licking my calves, my knees, his hands moving between the insides of my thighs. I spread my legs to show him the thong, already a dark stain of wetness.

—See this? You did this, bastard. In your own office, staring at my tits like a teenager. Now fix it.

I thought of Marcos, of how I’d tell him every detail, of how he’d be dying to hear it. That thought melted me as much as Eduardo’s tongue inching upward centimeter by centimeter.

—Higher —I ordered—. Don’t hold back. Eat my pussy until it’s dry.

He reached the edge of the lace, tugged at the thong with his teeth, and pulled it down to my knees. He opened my lips with two fingers and drove his tongue straight into my clit. Gentle at first, then firmer, broader, licking me from top to bottom until he sank the tip into my hole. Unexpected skill in a man who seemed so clumsy. A moan slipped from my lips and I arched my back, tangling my fingers in his gray hair.

—Like that, Eduardo. Suck me. Put it in deeper. There, there…

He doubled his efforts, sucking my clit between his lips, drawing on it slowly and then fast, his breath hot against my skin. He slid two fingers beneath his tongue, curling them upward, and found a spot that made me close my eyes and gasp his name. Fingers in and out, mouth clamped on the bud, his two-day beard scraping my thighs. Pleasure rose in waves, higher and higher, until my hips started moving on their own, seeking his mouth, grinding my cunt against his face, soaking his mustache.

—Don’t stop, don’t stop, I’m going to come, don’t stop…

When the orgasm hit, it was like a whip crack. I seized his head with both hands and crushed his face against my pussy, letting the convulsions shake me through and through, wetting his chin, while he kept sucking and working his fingers, attentive to every shudder, until I ran out of breath and had to pull him away because I couldn’t take any more.

He sat up with his face shining, his mouth and chin soaked with me, eyes blazing.

—Satisfied? —he asked hoarsely, licking his lips.

—Only a little —I answered, catching my breath—. Now it’s your turn to prove how much you want me. Come on, stand up. Before you fuck me, I want to taste that cock.

He got to his feet unsteadily and I slid off the sofa to kneel in front of him. It was a hand’s breadth from my face, red, swollen, throbbing. I took it by the base, feeling it hot in my hand, and ran my tongue from his balls to the tip, slowly, gathering the drop hanging from the glans.

—Fuck… —he groaned, gripping the back of the sofa.

—Shut up and enjoy it.

I took him all the way into my mouth, closing my lips around the shaft, and started sucking him calmly. I drew his shiny cock out slick with saliva, licked the head, made circles with my tongue over the frenulum, and took him back down to the hilt, hollowing my cheeks. With my other hand I stroked his balls, heavy, taut. He trembled all over, his legs weak, muttering things even he didn’t understand.

—Carla… Carla, stop, stop, I’m going to come already…

I let his cock go with a pop and smiled up from below, still holding the shaft, stroking him slowly.

—Don’t you dare come yet. You still haven’t fucked me. Lie down.

He obeyed at once, collapsing onto the rug, cock pointing at the ceiling, red and glossy with my saliva. I pulled the dress over my head, stayed only in the garter belt and heels, and straddled him, my knees on either side of his body. I took his cock, placed it at my entrance, and rubbed my clit against it, coating it in my wetness.

—Are you ready? —I whispered.

—Yes, Carla. Please. Fuck me, please —he begged, hands seeking my hips.

I lowered myself slowly, feeling full, hot, feeling every centimeter of his cock opening me from within until I sat all the way down, his balls crushed against my ass. He groaned, eyes squeezed shut, mouth open. I started moving: first slowly, almost pulling it all the way out and sinking it back in to the hilt, savoring every inch, then faster, hips rising and falling with a ferocity that made him pant and made my tits bounce in his face.

—Suck them —I ordered, leaning over him.

He latched onto one nipple with his lips, sucking like a man desperate, and I kept riding him, clenching my cunt around his cock every time I felt it deepest. His hands gripped my hips, and I set the rhythm, the pace, everything. He controlled nothing, and that was exactly what we both wanted.

—Do you like me in charge? Do you like how I take your cock?

—Yes… I love it… you’re splitting me open… —he gasped.

—And you know the best part? Tonight, when I get home, my boyfriend is going to fuck me knowing I’m coming back full of your come. And he’s going to get rock hard hearing about it. Do you like that, Eduardo? Do you like being second?

—Yes, yes, fuck, yes…

I bent down, braced my hands on his chest, and started bouncing on him mercilessly, giving dry little jolts that made a wet smack every time I came down. I felt his body tense beneath mine, felt him nearing the limit, felt his cock growing even harder inside me.

—Come inside me —I hissed—. Fill me up. Come on, slut, come.

I sped up, chasing my own climax too, my hand sliding between us to rub my clit in time with the thrusts, until pleasure exploded in both of us almost at once. He arched with a muffled cry and I felt hot spurts bursting inside me, one after another, while the walls of my cunt clenched in spasms, squeezing him to the very last drop. I collapsed onto his chest, trembling, heart pounding, feeling his cock still throbbing inside me and his semen seeping out over the edge to soak his balls and the rug.

We stayed like that for a while, catching our breath, the only sound our breathing and the sticky splashing when I finally sat up and his cock slid out of me with a little stream of cum trailing after.

—Shall we consider the paperwork closed? —I asked at last, running a finger between my legs to collect what overflowed from him and taking it into my mouth.

—Closed —he said, looking at me as if he were about to pray to me—. Completely closed.

Then, with a shy smile, he added—: You don’t happen to have any more matters pending for another day, do you?

I laughed while I got dressed, feeling his spend sliding down my thigh beneath the silk of the dress. That night, Marcos was waiting for me to hear every detail, and I was dying to tell him. And fuck again, with my cunt still full of the boss.

***

The certificate appeared the next morning, stamped and in order, just in time. And although I never went back to that gray office, sometimes, when I pass in front of a government building, I smile thinking about how powerful a woman can feel when she knows exactly what she wants, and how easy it is to get it when she has a cunt and knows how to use it.