Yacht Sketches

The empty office smelled of stale coffee and printer ink, but all I could focus on was the way Elena’s silk blouse clung to her full tits as she locked the door behind us. My cock was already half-hard just from the walk down the hall; she was my artist, I was her model tonight, and the tension between us had been building for weeks.

“Strip, Marcus,” Elena said, voice low and husky, tossing her sketchpad onto the wide mahogany desk. “We’re doing this my way tonight. No posing. No pretending.”

I kicked off my shoes, heart hammering. “You sure the cleaning crew won’t come back?”

She smirked, unbuttoning her blouse slowly, revealing a black lace bra that barely contained her heavy breasts. “I told them we’d be working late on a private commission. Now get those pants off. I want to see that big dick.”

My jeans hit the floor. My cock sprang free, thick and veined, already leaking at the tip. Elena’s eyes darkened with hunger. She stepped close, her fingers wrapping around my shaft without hesitation, stroking me root to tip with a firm grip that made my knees weak.

“Fuck, Elena… that feels too good,” I groaned, hips twitching.

She pumped me harder, thumb swirling over the slick head. “This is what you’ve been thinking about during our sessions, isn’t it? Me on my knees, sucking this fat cock while I sketch you?”

Before I could answer she dropped to her knees right there on the carpet between the desk and the leather chairs. Her hot mouth engulfed me in one smooth motion, lips stretching wide around my girth. Wet slurping sounds filled the quiet office as she bobbed deep, taking half my length before gagging softly. Spit dripped down my balls.

“Shit—yes, just like that,” I hissed, threading my fingers through her dark hair. I couldn’t believe this was happening here, in the sterile corporate space where we usually met for her “research” sketches. But the risk made it hotter.

Elena pulled off with a gasp, strings of saliva connecting her swollen lips to my throbbing cock. “Taste so fucking good. Stand up straighter. I want to deepthroat every inch.”

She dove back in, relaxing her throat until her nose pressed against my pelvis. The tight heat was insane. I fucked her face with shallow thrusts, the wet gluck-gluck of her efforts echoing off the glass walls. Her hands gripped my ass, nails digging in, urging me deeper.

After a few minutes she stood up, breathing hard, lips shiny with spit and precum. “Desk. Now. Bend me over it.”

I spun her around, yanking her skirt up over her hips. No panties—just a smooth, shaved pussy already glistening with arousal. I kicked her legs apart and rubbed my cockhead up and down her slit, coating myself in her slick juices.

“Stop teasing and fuck me, Marcus,” she demanded, pushing back against me. “I’ve been wet since you walked in.”

I thrust forward hard, burying my entire cock in her tight cunt in one stroke. Elena moaned loud, tits flattening against the cool wood of the desk. “Oh god—yes! So big… stretch me.”

The sound of skin slapping skin filled the room as I pounded her from behind. Her juicy ass rippled with every deep thrust. I reached around and rubbed her swollen clit in tight circles, feeling her pussy flutter and squeeze around me.

“Harder—fuck me harder!” she gasped, pushing back to meet each stroke.

I grabbed a fistful of her hair and pulled her head back, slamming into her faster. The desk creaked under us. Her moans turned into sharp cries every time my balls slapped her clit. Sweat slicked our skin; the smell of sex overpowered the office air.

Suddenly I pulled out, spun her to face me, and lifted her onto the desk. Papers scattered to the floor. Elena wrapped her legs around my waist as I slid back inside her soaked pussy. We kissed messily, tongues battling while I fucked her with long, grinding strokes that hit her g-spot perfectly.

“I’m gonna cum—don’t stop,” she panted against my mouth, nails raking down my back.

Her walls clamped down hard. Elena’s eyes rolled back, body shaking as she came with a strangled cry, pussy gushing around my cock. The wet squelch of her orgasm pushed me over the edge. I buried myself to the hilt and unloaded, thick ropes of hot cum flooding her spasming cunt.

We stayed locked together, panting, foreheads pressed close. My cum started leaking out around my softening dick, dripping onto the expensive leather blotter.

Elena laughed breathlessly, tracing a finger through the mess on the desk. “That’s going to be hard to explain to the cleaning crew.” She kissed me again, softer this time. “Next session we’re doing this on the company yacht. I want the ocean under us when you fuck me again.”

I grinned, still buried inside her. “Deal. But only if I get to sketch you naked first.”