Office Daydreams
by Jerri
Angel was brooding again; he couldn't get his mind off Cordelia. The
dark vampire was surprised that he hadn't even thought of Buffy since
he had discovered his soul was permanently anchored. He had moved on
and hadn't even realized it. He had recently started to have
disturbing sexual dreams centered on his sire, Darla. It bothered him
to dream about her when he lusted after Cordelia. His dreams left him
in a state of frustration he hadn't felt since Buffy had caused him
to lose his soul, which, thank the Powers That Be, he could never
lose again. He sighed mentally. He had snapped at Cordy earlier and
now he had to get her to forgive him. Where Cordy was concerned, this
was easier said than done. Maybe flowers?
Cordelia had recently cut her long dark hair and now it brushed her
shoulders. Angel wished he could feel it brush his chest as they made
love. He sat at his desk and dreamed about her. He could see her
coming in and locking the door. In his minds' eye she slowly stripped
her prim little suit off to display a body shaped like an hourglass.
It was white and smooth and the tips of her breasts were like red,
ripe, cherries. She would taste like cherries and cream he decided.
His mouth watered just thinking about her. She would come to his
chair and kneel down to unfasten his trousers. Gently, she would
reach inside and pull his meaty cock out. She would slowly take his
manhood into her mouth and gently begin to suck. He could imagine the
feel of her mouth moving up and down on his cock, his hips beginning
to rock in rhythm with her. Just as he was ready to shoot his load
down her throat, she would pull away. "What's sauce for the vampire,"
she said with a smirk. Sitting on the edge of the desk, with her
thighs spread wide, she would guide his head down to her wet snatch.
She would grasp his hair, as he started to lash her steamy cunt with
his agile tongue. Stiffening his tongue, he would drive it into the
depths of her hot vagina. Her gasps and moans would be music to his
ears. He could almost feel her thighs lock around his head as she
came. She would kneel over him in his chair and guide his cock into
her cunt as she mounted him. He gasped as he imagined liquid heat
engulfing his hard rod. He would begin to move slowly, gently
rotating. As she thrust her body forward to meet his thrusts, he
would lovingly chew and suck on her red-brown nipples. Angel would
gently nip at her breasts, grazing the sensitive tips with his fangs.
As she convulsed around him, he would reach his own climax with a
roar. She would pull away from his spent sex, kneel over him, and
lick his cock clean. As she slipped back into that little suit, she
would smile and say, "we'll have to do this again." A noise at the
door made him sit up straight to hide the erection that his fantasy
had caused. She walked into the office, cool and beautiful.
"Angel, David Nabitt just called. He's running very late and would
like to postpone your meeting until tomorrow. I told him I would call
him back and confirm one way or another." She was watching him,
thinking that she had wanted Angel ever since she had first come to
work for him. She wore sexy clothes and tried to attract his
attention, but he didn't seem to know she was anything more than one
of the pieces of furniture scattered about the old hotel. She could
picture herself walking into his office. He would lock the door
behind her and she would be surprised as he removed her jacket,
kissing her deeply the whole time. She would moan as she felt his
tongue in her throat. He would be forceful, placing her hands on his
belt. She could feel her fingers fumbling with the clasp of his belt,
his pants button and zipper. His hands would fight with the tiny
pearl buttons on her blouse to reveal her lacy half-bra supporting
her heavy tits without hiding them from his hot gaze. His organ would
jump as she brushed her fingers across his groin. Gently, she would
pull his cock from his slacks and kneeling, take it into her mouth.
Her mouth would feel hot and wet as she wrapped her lips around his
hard cylinder of flesh. She would nibble her way down the underside
and, without warning, swallow him deep into her throat. As she bobbed
her head up and down, he would groan and play with her tits, pinching
her nipples until they were red and pouting. Even though the hard
nubbins were erect, begging for his mouth, well, they would just have
to wait until he was ready. His cock would swell even larger under
the tender assault of her lips and mouth. Grasping her hair, he would
pull her away from his weeping penis, lift her to her feet, and sit
her on the edge of the desk. Reaching under her skirt he would find �
only her. His fingers would dip between her swollen labia and find
them bedewed with her fragrant moisture. Gently Angel would spread
her thighs just as far apart as he could, Tall, dark and brooding, he
would enter her in one smooth thrust; his thick cock lodging deep in
her cunt and his balls nestling into the crack of her tight ass. She
would throw her head back in ecstasy at the feelings coursing threw
her body. Nuzzling her neck, he would start to pump in and out of her
tight slit. "God, his cock must feel like steel wrapped in velvet."
She could feel him probing her very depths, as his hard prick seemed
to find every nerve ending and sensitive spot in her vagina. She
would moan and hiss her breath out as his pubic bone hit her clit,
sending flickers of fire throughout her system. He would fuck her so
hard and so well that all she would be able to do was moan her
approval. He would withdraw from her pussy, pull her off the desk,
and turn her around, bending her over the desk. Standing behind her
he would drive as deeply into her cunt as he could go. He would grasp
her hips and begin to pound into her depths. She would feel one of
his hands on her tits, massaging and teasing the nipple as the other
hand snaked around to massage her swollen clit, her vagina convulsing
around him, the tight walls milking his orgasm from him as she would
come, hard. He would sink his fangs into her neck, suckling at her
sweet blood as he filled her to overflowing with his cold sperm.
She jolted as his voice broke through her fantasy. "That will be
fine. I could use a block of uninterrupted free time, today."
"Will I need my pad?" She licked her dry lips, not believing it was
all just a daydream. She just knew she had creamed from her fantasy.
"No, I don't think so, but go ahead and call him back from here in
case he has any questions for me." He watched closely as she bent
over to dial his telephone. He could almost swear that she wasn't
wearing any underwear at all. He could smell her arousal and the
scent was as intoxicating as fine wine. The aroma nearly made him
come in his pants. She wriggled as she talked on the phone drawing
his attention to her ass. Definitely no panties, he thought. He
quietly locked the door and moved within inches of her. Slowly,
expecting her to stake him or give him a holy water shower, he put
one hand on her thigh. She froze. Quickly she brought her
conversation to an end. "I can't believe this is finally going to
happen." She moved back against his hand. He slid his hand up her
thigh, raising her tight skirt along the way. The only thing he found
under her skirt was her. She moaned her approval as his hand grazed
her clit, and his hand came away wet with the emissions of her
earlier orgasm. One hand fumbled with his trousers: the moment
gravity took effect and they fell, he drove his erection deep inside
her tight wet slit. She arched her ass back to meet his every thrust.
She braced her self against the desk as his cool hands reached around
her to caress her full breasts. He drove into her as she whimpered
and moaned. Primed by their earlier fantasies, they both came in
record time. Slowly withdrawing from her cunt, leaving her dripping
with his cool sperm, he drew her to sit on his lap. "We will
definitely have to do this again."
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