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karatekels · 1 year ago

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Strike First - Part 2

Welcome back to *Sexy Terry has you in his office!* I hope you enjoy, anon! (Part 1 here)

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“Wow, is there anywhere in the world you haven’t been?” you ask admiringly, taking another sip of your wine. You and Terry had been having a wonderful evening together. He had been charming, telling you about his life and asking about you in return, and had been very generous with his (undoubtedly very expensive) whiskey and wine.

It was wonderful seeing Terry relaxed, and out of “teaching mode.” He had quickly excused himself to change out of his karate gear, changing into black pants and a blue shirt that matched your dress, the top few buttons undone and giving you a nice peek at his chest, a hint of silvery chest hair visible. He had also taken his hair out of his ponytail and it was now framing his face in gentle curls that you longed to run your fingers through.

You had started out the evening seated in the chair across his desk from him, while he lounged in his comfortable chair like a throne. But over the course of the evening, probably at least in part due to the alcohol you’d had, you’d gotten more brazen, and were now perched on his desk with one leg crossed over the other, close enough to him to extend your leg and touch his own. He seemed quite pleased with the arrangement, and you’d seen him checking out your legs more than once tonight.

“I have been quite fortunate in my life, being able to travel the world” he admits. “I’m sure I’d be able to show you quite a lot…” he trails off.

“Oh yeah? Why don’t you show me?”

It took you a moment to realize it had been you that had made such a blunt request. Deciding that you had had quite enough wine for the night, you set your class to the side, a tad embarrassed, and turn back to see Terry staring at you with dark eyes. Ever-so-slowly, he stood up and closed the distance between you, and you uncrossed your legs, keeping them tucked under the desk so you could lean back slightly, your weight on your palms, and maintain eye contact with him. He raised his hands, placing one on either side of your own, caging you in, and looming over you. You gulped.

“And what would you like me to show you, Y/N?” he purrs, lowering his face to your own. God, you loved the way this man said your name. Finding it difficult to think straight with him so close to you, you whisper the only suggestion that comes to mind.

“Anything. Everything.”

You hear a slight gasp from him, and then he’s on you, pulling him towards you with one arm snaked around your lower back, the other tangled in your hair as he kisses you hungrily, and you’re glad that you’re already sitting down because there’s no way you’d be able to stay upright with how weak your knees went as your lips met. You moan into the kiss, reaching up and fisting your hands into his shirt to pull him closer, not wanting any space between you. You were dizzy in minutes from the combination of the kiss, the wine, and the realization that finally you were kissing Terry Silver.

Eventually you break apart, both of you needing air, panting against one another as you stared into each other’s eyes, foreheads touching. You wrapped your arms around his neck, running your fingers through his hair; his curls were even softer than you’d imagined. He trails his own hands downward, moving from your hips down your legs, stopping at your knees, his fingers lightly tracing patterns on your smooth skin and making you shiver. He’s staring at your face, utterly captivated as he watches you respond to his every touch.

“God, Y/N,” he groans, his fingers slipping beneath the fabric of your dress, stroking your thighs. “You are the picture of sin,” his eyes flutter shut as you whimper at his words, pulling him down to suck on his lower lip.

“More, Terry, I need you, please!” you whine desperately, blinding fiddling with the buttons on his shirt. He grabs your wrists in his hands, stopping you from removing his shirt, and you bite your lip, feeling the restraint he’s using now to move you firmly but gently. The ways this man could toss you around…

He takes a step away from you, just far enough away that you can’t reach him with your hands or your lips, and you can’t help it, you pout. He chuckles at your response, reaching a leg behind him to pull his chair towards him with a foot and taking a seat before you and grabbing your calves, placing your feet on his knees and looking up at you. Something about being able to look down at this man who always towered over you made you feel confident, powerful, so you felt justified in taking what you want, moving your foot up his leg, towards the prominent bulge in his pants. Terry put a stop to that immediately, snatching the foot up and throwing it over his shoulder.

Instead of using the position to sneak a peek up your dress, he kept his eyes on yours.

“Eager, are we, my dear?” he drawls between kisses down your calf.

“YES!” you moan loudly as you feel his tongue on your skin, fighting to keep yourself upright, your nails digging into the desk as you grasp the edge. He chuckles, and you feel the vibrations through your body. He removes your sandal, dropping it to the floor, and kisses your foot, right between the arch of your foot and your ankle, and you gasp with surprise as a warm tingling sensation travels up your leg like lightning. You hadn’t thought you had a foot fetish or anything before, but maybe this was just a Terry fetish; everything he did drove you wild.

“Patience is a virtue, Y/N” he murmurs, amused, repeating the process on your other leg and causing you to let out a frustrated noise of longing, falling back on the desk, chest heaving.

“I’m pretty sure not being a fucking tease is also a virtu-” you start snarkily, but suddenly shriek as he grips your calves just below the knee and yanks you towards him and into his lap. He takes care to pull you upright, making sure that you don’t hit your head on the desk as he settles you onto him, your knees on either side of him. You’re still slightly taller than him in this position, but not by much.

“Better?” he asks innocently, looking up at you with a smile.

“Almost,” you growl, kissing him fiercely and tugging on his hair as retribution. He chuckles against your mouth, amused by your sass, but it becomes a moan as you grind yourself down on his cock. His hands move to your butt and he squeezes firmly, guiding you up and down as he bucks his hips against you. Your eyes flutter shut and your head rolls back, baring your neck to him, and he can’t help himself, biting the spot where your neck meets your shoulder and making you scream before soothing the spot with his tongue.

“I love watching you come apart for me like this,” he whispers in your ear, making you shudder against him.

“I can’t take anymore, Terry!” you moan wantonly, pulling the skirt of your dress up to your hips and grinding on him. He spanks your ass once, startling you with the sensation and the sound, and pulls your skirt back down.

“You’ll take what I give you,” he demands intensely, and you feel yourself getting impossibly wetter. “And I’m certainly not going to fuck you until I’ve seen every inch of you. Now stand up,” he orders, and you slide off of him, standing shakily on the plush carpet in your bare feet. You would do anything he asked, and being submissive to him turned you on even more, if that were possible.

“Turn around.” You do so, feeling him stand up behind you but not touching you.

“Good girl,” he praises, gathering your hair over one of your shoulders, and you can’t help the moan that escapes you through your gritted teeth.

“I’m going to take that dress off,” he croons, and your breath hitches. Finally. “But if you make a noise, I’ll stop. Understand?” He nibbles your earlobe, and you grind back against him, nodding helplessly. He curses under his breath, stilling your hips and increasing the distance between you.

“Christ, Y/N, I’m going to have you in every way until you won’t be able to walk out of this dojo,” he growls, swatting your butt in warning. “But none of that, not yet. You’ll be a good girl for me, won’t you?” he leers, knowingly riling you up further. Bastard.

“Yes, sensei” you moan throatily, and you can feel his smile at the title.

“Minx,” he accuses, but you feel him close the distance between you once more, and you bite your bottom lip, swollen after all of the kissing, preparing yourself for him to undress you.

You were so tense, as tight as a bowstring as you feel him unclasp the top of your dress, your eyes clenched tightly as you brace yourself. He’s determined to take his time, however, and pauses before you feel one of his fingers at the top of your spine, trailing down with a fingernail, following the zipper that he pulls down with his other hand. You inhale through your nose deeply, trying desperately to keep in the moans and pleas you want to let out, and grip the desk once more for support, arching your back until your head and shoulders are leaning back against his chest. It seems to go on forever, but finally his finger stops at the base of your spine, right above the dimple of your ass. You stay frozen in place, not sure when you were allowed to speak again, and feel him step back from you once more.

“Such a good girl, Y/N,” he purrs, and you hear his voice is coming from closer to the ground. “Time for your reward,” he says, yanking your dress past your hips where it pools on the floor. You glance back and see that he’s on his knees behind you, his head level with the small of your back. He holds your hips in place firmly before retracing the path that his finger had just taken with his tongue, trailing up your spine to the base of your neck. You keen, unable to keep from crying out anymore, and feel your whole body shake, thighs clenching. Panting, you fall forward onto the desk, and feel Terry’s body follow after you, his hard cock rubbing against your soaked panties through his own pants, his chest pressed against your back. He grinds against you firmly, and you buck your hips right back, before he moves his hands to your chest, gripping your breasts over your bra and pulling you back into a standing position against him. He pulls the straps down your arms and pulls the cups of your bra down, the garment falling down to your waist and being replaced by his large, warm hands kneading your breasts. Your head lolls back against his chest, not sure how much more pleasure you could take.

“What do you want, Y/N?” he asks in your ear, playing with your nipples as he looks over your shoulder, surveying his work. You let out a cry of frustration, done with being teased, and whirl around to face him, fire in your eyes.

“What I want,” you growl impatiently, reaching forward and pulling his shirt open, sending the last few buttons scattering all over the room.

“ – is an end to this goddamn teasing!” You push his shirt off his shoulders before reaching behind you to unclasp the bra around your waist, tossing it to the side before taking in his bare chest.

You find yourself momentarily distracted by just how fit this man is, running your hands from his pecs down to his abs – how many other 60 year-olds could possibly have a six pack? – and kiss his chest, standing on your tiptoes to reach the place above his heart before trailing kisses down his body. Terry seems content to let you have your turn, watching you with lust in his eyes.

“What I need,” you continue, unbuckling his belt and pulling down the zipper on his pants, getting on your knees to pull his pants and boxer briefs down, “is to finally have your cock insi-”

Your words catch in your throat as you look up, having finished the task of undressing him, and see his cock for the first time. He was absolutely massive, looking to be nearly as thick around as your wrist, and long and hard. Your jaw drops, and then you realize how you must look to Terry, naked save for your lacy underwear, on your knees in front of him, mouth open as you stare hungrily at his cock. You move to stand, but Terry puts his hand on your shoulder.

“Wait a moment please, Y/N” he requests, his voice hoarse, and you obey, sitting back on your heels and looking up at him. After a minute, his eyes close and he breathes deeply before extending a hand to help you up.

“Thank you for humouring me, Y/N. I needed to take in the sight of a goddess on her knees before me; I never want to forget it.” You melt against him as he kisses you passionately, every nerve on fire as your bare chests touch. You eventually break the kiss to get some air, before pushing him in the chest with both your hands. He takes a couple of steps back, not from the force of the push but as though in surprise, the backs of his legs hitting his chair once more.

“Sit,” you demand, and he does so, looking up at you with interest and a bit of awe. You drop to your knees in front of him once more, crawling between his legs and gazing up at him. He looked like sex personified, haired mussed, eyes glazed, body perfect. You wrapped your hand around the base of his cock and he reflexively bucked his hips up into you. You slap his hip with your other hand.

“None of that,” you begin teasingly. “Be good, and let this goddess worship you,” you purr, before leaning over and running your tongue along the underside of his cock, up to the tip. You see in your peripheral vision that Terry has gripped the armrests of the chair tightly, and he swears under his breath, mostly unintelligible words that you can’t make out. They are replaced by a loud, guttural moan as you wrap your lips around the head of his cock, swirling your tongue around him and bobbing your head up and down, gradually taking more of him in your mouth.

“Oh fuck, Y/N, you’re going to be the death of me,” he groans, and you feel one of his hands fist in your hair, not guiding you but holding steady. “Fuck yes, just like that, that’s so good!” You start moving more quickly, but before you can really pick up the pace Terry decides that he’s had enough, pulling you off his cock and to your feet by your hair, just enough to ache pleasantly. He lifts you up onto the desk once more, his eyes wild.

“I’d really planned on taking you back to my home for this, but I have to have you now,” he explains, tearing your underwear from your body. You’re panting heavily, nearly swooning, and he reaches over, tracing your swollen lips with his thumb. You bite the tip, your eyes flashing playfully, and he growls, pulling your legs apart to stand between them and leaning down, taking a nipple into his mouth and sucking hard, his tongue swirling around your breast. You writhe underneath him, and he pins you in place with one hand just below your breasts, the other teasing your entrance, circling your clit with fingers slick with your juices. You wail, struggling to move against him, but he is merciless with his teasing.

He keeps you on the edge for what feels like forever, having both of your wrists pinned over your head with one hand, pumping two fingers into you and stroking your clit with the other, ignoring your begging and pleading. Your voice is hoarse from screaming, tears streaming down your face, and he’s looking down on you with fascination as he plays you like an instrument.

“I could watch you like this forever,” he growls, lavishing kisses up and down your neck. “But you’ve been so good for me tonight, my dear. Tell me what you want, Y/N.”

“Let me come, T-Terry!” you cry out, squirming on the desk as much as possible to try to find your release. “P-Please, I’ll do anything you want!”

“Look me in the eyes while you beg for it!” he orders, and you snap your eyes open to stare into his through your tears as you shamelessly beg, promising anything, if he would just let you come.

“Yesss,” he hisses, his eyes bright. He presses his fingers up inside you, hitting your G-spot and pressing down on your clit with his thumb, finally taking you over the edge.

“Oh yes, Terry! Fuck, I’m coming!” you wail, your pussy clenching around his fingers. He removes them, licking your juices off of his fingers, and your cunt flutters around nothing, but then he finally slides into you, his cock stretching you out so deliciously that your first orgasm quickly moves into your second.

“Oh my God,” Terry groans, thrusting into you hard and fast, his hands gripping your hips hard enough to leave bruises and pulling you further onto his cock. “Fuck, Y/N, you’re incredible. Best damn pussy I’ve ever had.” He pumps himself into you, rutting against you and moving the desk with the force of his thrusts. It isn’t long before Terry gets close, you can feel his thrusts getting more erratic. You lock your legs around him, arching up into him.

“Come for me, Terry!” you cry out, locking eyes with him. “Give it all to me, baby. Pump me full!”

“Oh, yes! Y/N!” he moaned, coming inside you. You had never felt so deliciously full, keeping your legs wrapped around him as he panted for breath.

You slowly come down from your own high, toying with his hair. “Wow…” you breathe out, feeling immensely satisfied.

“Wow indeed, my little succubus,” he agrees, stroking your cheek fondly. He straightens up, pulling out of you, and you whimper at the loss. He chuckles at your response, returning your clothing to your lap before gathering his own. “Worry not, love. I’m nowhere near done with you yet.” You blush, pulling on your dress.

“You’re not?” you ask hopefully. After what you’d just experienced with Terry, you really didn’t want this to be the end. He finished buttoning up his shirt, walking up to you again and fixing your hair, putting it back in its ponytail before tugging on your curls gently.

“Oh no, my dear. I believe I said I wanted to have you every way imaginable, and we’ve barely gotten started.” He guides you back down the hallway and out of the dojo, where a black limousine was waiting. He opens the door for you chivalrously.

“Plus, I can’t have you walking home alone. Who knows what sort of deviants could come upon you and what they might be capable of, hmm?”

“I bet you can show me just what they’d be capable of,” you say suggestively, tugging him into the limo after you. “Maybe in every room at your place?”

“Take us home,” Terry orders the driver. “Quickly,” he adds, snapping the partition between them shut, leaving you two alone together.

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And there you have it! Hope you liked it, anon! ;)

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