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Asami paced around her office, thinking up the latest Future Industries blueprint, the SatoCycle. She wasn't exact on the efficiency of the motor as it still sounded a little clunky. Crumpled-up papers and almost every piece of stationery littered the floor. "No, that isn't right." She muttered to herself, her usually neat long, black hair up in a messy bun. Thin, wire, square frames perched on the bridge of her nose.
She had skipped her lunch break and holed up in her office. "But if we...mmm." Her arms had been crossed for so long, that she thought there'd be imprints on her skin. Thinking back to her father's success with the SatoMobile, she wanted to make an incredible invention for the modern world just as he did. "Spirits, help me." Plopping in her chair, Asami huffed and put her face in her hands.
The phone rings and her head snaps up. She reaches across the desk, clicking the button that allows the call to come through. "Hello. Thank you for calling Future Industries, this is Ms. Asami Sato speaking."
"So formal," Korra chuckled from the other end of the line. Asami sighs, not feeling like dealing with another employee's mess that she had to clean up. "Hey, love. What's up?" She asks, very happy to hear Korra's voice. "Not much. Bored. Missing you." She whispered, and Asami could practically hear the blush creep up Korra's cheeks. "I miss you too. Thinking about you, always. Why don't you go practice your metal bending?"
"Been there, did that. Also took Naga for a run, meditated with Tenzin, and hung out with Mako and Prince Wu. Please come home soon," Asami sighed deeply. She had been in the office all day yesterday and today, barely having time to sleep. "I'll try. I have a mandatory employee meeting tonight and I'm supposed to be getting a call from Zhu Li about Future Industries promotional strategies."
"Well, what if I came to you?" Before Asami could reply, there was a soft knock on the door. "One sec." She rose from her seat and strode to the mahogany entrance. Turning the knob, she was surprised to see her girlfriend standing in front of her. The blue-eyed woman smirked at Asami's surprise, hanging up the phone that was previously attached to her ear.
"Korra, what are you doing here?" Asami asked, a mixture of shock and delight on her face.
"I missed you too much to stay away any longer," Korra replied, wrapping her arms around Asami in a tight hug squeezing her ass in the process. Asami couldn't help but smile, laughing slightly already feeling the stress of the day melt away.
"I'm glad you're here," Asami said softly, holding Korra close. "I could use a break from all this work."
Korra pulled back slightly, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "Well, how about we take a break together? I could show you some new moves I've been working on."
Asami felt a flutter in her chest at Korra's suggestion. "What do you have in mind?" Unwrapping herself from around her waist, Korra walks towards Asami's desk and plants herself on the seat. "Come and find out." She pats her thigh, motioning for Asami to drape herself over it. Closing and locking the door, Asami strides over and does as asked. She hikes up her skirt and lowers herself onto Korra's thigh.
She wrapped her arms around Korra's neck and looked at her fiercely. The look held passion and want and had a lot of 'take me now' undertones. Korra's strong hands gripped her hips and firmly held her and began to manually move her hips to get the groove going. Asami groaned, now bucking her hips slowly on Korra, and even though the clothing in between them dulled the feeling, the sheer need to be fucked was enough to bring her to release. As she felt it coming, the shrill sound of the phone ringing filled the air. Switching places quickly, Asami inhaled sharply and crossed her legs tightly. Korra knelt in front of the desk chair, right in between her legs.
Asami shushed Korra and batted at her hands as they slid up her torso. "Hello. Yes, this is she." She felt breathless as she conversed with the person on the other end. Korra pinched her nipples hard, eliciting a quiet sigh of pleasure to escape from her lips. "Developments are coming in nicely. I, um-," she stalled as Korra gently forced her legs open, peppering kisses on her inner thighs.
Asami tried to focus on the call, but the sensation of Korra's lips on her skin was making it increasingly difficult to concentrate. She bit her lip to stifle a moan as Korra's hands moved higher, teasingly close to where she wanted them most. She peeled her panties and tights off from underneath her skirt, getting a front-row view of Asami's soaked pussy. "Yes, I'll have that report to you by the end of the day," she managed to say, her voice slightly shaky.
Korra's lips continued their torturous path up Asami's inner thighs, making her squirm in the chair. As the call came to an end, Asami quickly said her goodbyes before hanging up. She turned her attention back to Korra, who was now looking up at her with a mischievous glint in her eyes.
"I think it's time for a different kind of development," Korra murmured before diving between Asami's legs, making her gasp in pleasure. Asami's grip on the desk chair tightened as she gave herself over to the sensations that Korra was expertly providing. The work could wait - right now, all that mattered was the deliciously wicked distraction in front of her.
Korra took a sniff of Asami's glistening core before slowly licking a stripe up her folds. She landed at her swollen clit, wrapping her lips around it and sucking gently. Succumbing to the feeling, she groaned as another call came through. "Ok, I have another call, give me a second." Korra grinned as Asami answered the phone with a blush on her face. "Talk to me."
Korra continued her pursuit despite Asami's current conversation. She dug her nails into Asami's thighs as she ate her out. Asami bucked her hips involuntarily and tried to focus on the task at hand.
Korra's skilled tongue curled around the sensitive bud, sending shocks up Asami's spine, a breathless moan escaping her lips as she covered her mouth with her hand. Her other hand reached down underneath the desk, gripping Korra's short locks harshly, and pulled her closer. She held her head there as ever so slowly she rolled her hips.
"That's very good." She breathed out, Korra knowing that it was directed at her. "Yes. Ok. Sounds great. Anything else?" The businesswoman in her tried to keep her composure but Korra's head bobbed under the table as she face-fucked her.
Asami's words became more strained as she tried to maintain her professionalism while Korra continued her intimate ministrations. The sensation of Korra's tongue expertly exploring her sent waves of pleasure through her body, making it increasingly challenging for her to focus on the call.
Her hips bucked wildly as she came, slightly bumping the table in the process. Cumming hard onto Korra's face, releasing herself. Letting go of her grasp on her girlfriend's head, she heard Korra take a deep breath after being held down for so long. A whispered " Fuck ," was heard from under the table, yet Korra wasn't finished.
She kisses Asamis clit before collecting her to use cum as lube. She slid her fingers in easily, Asami's muscles still slack from her last orgasm.
Asami bit her lip hard to stifle a moan as Korra's fingers pumped in and out of her with a relentless rhythm. The desk chair creaked under the pressure of her writhing body. "I...I have to go...," she managed to say between ragged breaths, trying to end the call.
Korra's eyes locked with Asami's, a wicked grin playing on her lips as she quickened the pace of her fingers, curling them just right to hit that spot that made Asami's toes curl. The phone call finally ended, and Asami let out a long sigh of relief, finally able to fully focus on the mind-blowing pleasure Korra was giving her.
Asami's head fell back, her eyes fluttering shut as she surrendered completely to the ecstasy building inside her. The tension in her body coiled tighter and tighter until it finally snapped, sending her spiraling into another powerful climax. She rode the waves of pleasure, gasping and moaning Korra's name like a mantra.
Korra didn't stop, the sound of her fingers moving in and out of Asami filling the room. Asami's body shuddered with each expert touch, her mind blissfully blank. The desk chair rocked back and forth as Korra continued her ministrations, determined to wring every last ounce of pleasure from Asami's trembling body.
Just as she was on the verge of cumming, there was a faint knock at the door. "Uh, come in." She said breathlessly, her chest still heaving from her previous....situation. The door clicks open and footsteps plod against the floor. Though they were covered by a standing folded screen, Asami panicked about being caught. "Ms. Sato?" they called out, prompting her to get out of the chair, ignoring the weakness in her knees. Flattening her clothes with her hands she pulled up her skirt and tights then put her hair up into a ponytail. "I'll be back." She whispered low enough that only Korra could hear.
Stepping out, she cleared her throat. "How can I help you.....," she cocks her head to read the name tag, "Arik."
"President Zhu Li has made me aware of her soon arrival. Should we prepare for the meeting?" Still feeling foggy from her orgasm, she selfishly wanted to just adjourn the meeting and let her girlfriend pleasure her all day.
"Tell her to give me at least 30-60 minutes to prepare." The employee peeked behind the wooden folded screen and saw a mess of brown hair under the desk. His face turned red, which Asami caught and she snapped her fingers and crossed her arms. "No snooping. Do you understand?" He nods before exiting the room promptly.
"Woosh." She sighed, now feeling Korra's body pressed up against her back. Asami could feel the pressure of Korra's tits on her and she feels weak in her knees all over again.
"Do you want me to finish you off?" Asami nods wildly, "Then don't move." Korra says lowly. Asami's stomach fluttered at Korra's dominance as she was usually the opposite in bed. Feeling under control really sets a girl's panties on fire. Instead of allowing to Asami sit back down, Korra let go of her embrace slightly before sliding down Asami's back ending at the small. She butterfly kisses the dimples that lay above the waist of her skirt. "Don't tease Korra," Asami unzipped her skirt and let it fall to the floor, pooled around her ankles. Along came her shirt, leaving her in black stockings and no bra. Korra lost track of what she was doing for a second just to take a moment to admire Asami. "You're gorgeous." Asami's face flushed and hushed her. "Thank you, baby, but please, I need to cum."
Korra could've purred. Her hands reached down to spread Asami's cheeks, revealing her tight hole. She bit her lip in want, waiting for Asami to give her the command. "Korra please," she whispered needily, pushing her hips backward into Korra's face. "Hold on 'Sami, I wanna show you my new moves." Pulling her sports bra over her head she removes her bottoms and her underwear. She passes them to Asami who groans at Korra's residual arousal. Sniffing the fabric, her clit jumped, the sight of the ruined panties throwing her into a tizzy. Crumpling them up in her fist, she held it as Korra got herself prepared. When she was finished, her strong hands returned to the emerald-eyed girl's hips.
Using her tongue, she licked circles around Asami's asshole, before straightening it and diving into the right muscle. Asami screwed her eyes shut and whimpered quietly. Now the whole office was back for their break and anyone could come see or walk past and hear and she'd never live it down if someone walked in.
Korra continued, spreading Asami's cheeks further, she went from ass to pussy and slurping noises filled the room. Eating Asami's pussy from the back seemed daunting to her, but having Asami bent over the coffee table in the main area of her office. They weren't allowed to talk or make noise so from here on out and Korra knew it'd prove to be difficult. Expertly, she flicked her tongue against Asami's clit before focusing on her opening. Using her hands to separate the lips, she paused, suddenly having a new idea. Pulling a modded metal rod out of her satchel behind her. The metal dildo was fashioned by her, she learned how while experimenting with her metal bending and found that she could make anything she wanted out of metal. Of course, she had used it herself, many nights fucking herself while Asami was away.
Realistic veins ran along the shaft but the greatest feature being the vibrating ability it had. When she turned around with said appendage in hand, she watched as Asami rubbed her clit with the dirty panties Korra had discarded. Her head was hanging low and her hips were snapping aggressively, indicating close orgasm and Korra couldn't have that, no matter how hot this was.
She pulls Asami's hand away and gives a stern, yet playful look. Asami whimpers, disgruntled by her second almost orgasm. Korra smacks her ass hard, and she returns to behind Asami. Her legs were already spread open with her ass up in the air.
Korra positioned the metal dildo at Asami's entrance, teasing her with the cold touch of the metal. Asami gasped, her body trembling in anticipation. Slowly, Korra pushed the dildo inside Asami, feeling her tightness envelop the shaft. Asami moaned loudly, the sensation of the vibrating metal against her walls sending waves of pleasure through her. Korra threw her head back and moaned quietly.
Korra set the vibrator to a low, teasing setting, making Asami squirm with need. She began to move the dildo in and out of Asami, the veins adding an extra layer of stimulation. Asami's moans filled the room, her hands gripping the edge of the coffee table tightly. Her wetness dripped down the metal dildo and onto the table. The forbidden nature of their actions only added to the intensity of the moment.
Korra leaned in close, whispering in Asami's ear as low as possible, "You like that, don't you? Being filled up with my metal cock, right here in your office." Asami could only nod, her mind clouded with pleasure. Korra quickened the pace, Asami's ass recoiling each time Korra slammed into her, the vibrations sending Asami closer and closer to the edge.
Her toes curl and she pushes back against Korra, wanting more. "More," she whispered. Korra smiled devilishly and stood up so she could get a better angle. Aggressively, Korra pressed in further both of the women mewling when she bottomed out. Rutting her hips back wildly, Korra barely had to do any work, she stood and watched as Asami ground back and forth against the appendage with no inhibitions. She was quietly whining and whimpering, Korra's hand covering her mouth as she was known to be very loud. Their neighbors could vouch for that.
Korra watched as hot, wet, sweet slick coated the dildo, fueling her arousal. She used the hand covering Asami's mouth to grasp her neck tightly.
Asami's breath hitched, her body tensing as she felt the familiar coil of pleasure tightening in her core. With one final thrust the metal dildo, made a breathless sound, her orgasm crashing over her in powerful waves. Squirting out sweet, hot water she drenched the table so much so, that it was dripping onto the floor. Her legs shook, and she collapsed onto the table, panting heavily.
Korra pulled the metal dildo out slowly, watching as Asami's body trembled with aftershocks of pleasure. She set the toy aside and knelt down, pressing soft kisses along Asami's spine. Asami turned her head, her eyes meeting Korra's with a look of pure adoration.
"Is it your turn?" Korra smiled at her with Asami's cum and spit all over her chin. They swapped places and Korra propped herself up on her elbows and spread her legs, creamy cum leaked out of her.
Asami's breath hitched as she watched Korra's arousal grow, her own desire reigniting with a fierce intensity. With a hungry look in her eyes, she pushed Korra gently onto her back on the desk, the surface still slick with their combined fluids.
Korra gasped in anticipation, her body tingling with excitement.
Asami wasted no time, trailing kisses down Korra's body, pausing to tease her nipples with her tongue before continuing southward. She could feel Korra's heartbeat quicken beneath her lips, the anticipation almost palpable in the air. When she reached the apex of Korra's thighs, Asami paused, her breath hot against Korra's skin. She glanced up, locking eyes with Korra, silently asking for permission. Korra nodded eagerly, her desire written across her face.
With a wicked grin, Asami lowered her head, her tongue darting out to taste Korra's arousal. She moaned softly at the exquisite flavor, her own desire spiking in response.
Without hesitation, she buried her face between Korra's legs, licking and sucking with fervent abandon.
Korra writhed beneath her, her hands tangling in Asami's hair as she bucked her hips in rhythm with Asami's ministrations. The dildo joined the fray, sliding easily into Korra's slick heat as she began to pump in time with her oral assault.
The sounds of their lovemaking filled the room, echoing off the walls as Korra's desperate moans became louder with each passing moment. Despite Asami's attempts to shush her.
Asami could feel the tension building within Korra, her body quivering on the edge of release. With one final thrust of the metal rod and a well-placed flick of her tongue, Asami pushed Korra over the edge, her body convulsing in ecstasy as she cried out in pleasure. Asami drank in every drop of Korra's release, savoring the taste of her lover's sweet nectar.
As Korra's climax subsided, she joined Asami on the floor. She wraps her in a tight embrace and kisses her sweetly. They lay together in the aftermath, their bodies still humming with the aftershocks of their passion.
"Wow," Korra breathed, her voice laced with awe and satisfaction.
"Yeah," Asami agreed, her own voice tinged with wonder. "I...I don't know what to say."
Korra chuckled softly, her eyes twinkling with mischief. "No words necessary, babe. Just know that I'll always be here to help you relieve stress...in more ways than one." She winked playfully, making Asami giggle despite the lingering shivers of pleasure coursing through her body.
At that moment, surrounded by the remnants of scattered papers and forgotten blueprints, Asami pondered on what she'd tell her employees and Zhu Li about her absence at the meeting. She decided she'd worry about that worry because when a sexy, naked lady has her arms around you, you change your priorities.