Party Tongue Tease

"God, your mouth... I keep imagining what that tongue can really do," she whispered, her breath hot against my ear in the dim corner of the conference room.

The office party had spilled into the executive lounge after hours, lights low, music thumping from someone's Bluetooth speaker. I was Mark, the freelance fitness trainer the company hired for their wellness program, and she was Lena, my favorite client. Tight yoga pants and a silky blouse that clung to her full tits from the summer heat. We'd been flirting for weeks during sessions, but tonight the champagne loosened everything. Her eyes locked on mine, dark with want, while colleagues laughed oblivious a few feet away.

I pulled her closer by the waist, my hand sliding down to squeeze her firm ass. "You have no idea, Lena. But if you keep teasing me like that, I'll show you right here."

Her laugh was low, husky. "Prove it, trainer. I've been wet since you walked in wearing that tight shirt. All those squats you make me do... I think about your tongue between my legs every damn time."

The explicit heat hit fast. I spun her gently toward the shadowed alcove behind a tall potted plant, away from the main crowd but still risky. My fingers tugged her blouse open just enough, but I didn't go for her tits first. Instead, I dropped to one knee like I was tying a shoe, hidden by the foliage. She hiked her skirt up quick, no panties underneath, her shaved pussy already glistening.

"Mark... fuck, someone might see," she breathed, but her hips pushed forward anyway.

I didn't answer with words. My hands gripped her thighs, spreading them. Then my tongue was there, flat and broad, licking a slow, wet stripe up her slit. She tasted sweet and musky, her juices coating my lips instantly. I flicked her clit with the tip, circling fast then slow, listening to her stifle a moan.

"Oh shit... your tongue is so good. Harder, please," she begged in a whisper, one hand tangling in my hair.

I plunged it inside her pussy, fucking her with deep, thrusting strokes while my nose rubbed her swollen clit. Her walls clenched around my tongue, hot and slick. She rocked against my face, her breath coming in short gasps. "Yes... just like that. Lick my pussy deeper, Mark. God, you're making me shake."

I switched rhythm, sucking her clit between my lips while my tongue fluttered wildly. Her legs trembled. The party noise masked her whimpers, but I could feel her getting close already, her juices dripping down my chin.

Before she could cum, I stood up, spun her around, and bent her over a low filing cabinet. "Not yet. I want to feel that tight cunt on my cock while I keep using my tongue."

She glanced back, eyes wild. "Do it. Fill me up."

I freed my thick cock, hard as steel, and rubbed the head along her soaked folds. One push and I sank balls-deep into her pussy, groaning at how she gripped me. I started pounding her in steady, bold thrusts, the wet slap of skin barely hidden by the music.

But I wasn't done with my tongue. Leaning over her back, I turned her head and claimed her mouth in a messy kiss. Our tongues battled, sliding hot and wet, her tasting herself on me. "Mmm, you like that? Your own pussy on my tongue while I fuck you?" I whispered against her lips.

"Yes... don't stop. Your cock feels huge like this," she panted, pushing back to meet every thrust.

I changed the pace, slowing to deep, grinding strokes that hit her G-spot while my tongue traced her earlobe, then dipped into her ear. She shivered hard. "Mark... I'm gonna cum if you keep whispering like that."

Switching positions again, I sat on the cabinet edge and pulled her onto my lap, facing me. Her tits bounced free now as I drove up into her pussy. I licked a stripe up her neck, then sucked her nipple, flicking it with the same skilled tongue that had just been inside her. She rode me faster, her juicy ass slapping down.

"Talk to me," I demanded softly. "Tell me how my tongue makes you feel."

"It makes me so fucking dirty... I want it everywhere. On my clit, in my mouth, God, even teasing my ass if you'd let me," she moaned, voice breaking.

Her words pushed me over. I gripped her hips, slamming up harder, our rhythm turning frantic. She came first, pussy pulsing around my cock, a gush of wetness soaking us both. "I'm cumming... oh fuck, yes!"

I followed right after, burying deep and filling her with hot spurts of cum, my tongue tangled with hers in one last sloppy kiss.

But as her breathing slowed and the party sounds filtered back in, I pulled back with a wicked grin, voice low and promising.

"Party's not over, Lena. Meet me in the elevator in five minutes. I've got more plans for this tongue..."