Boyfriend’s teasing tongue-work gets her off in record time.

Tyler knows I have a real thing for oral. I love a good fuck — and to get off together with fingers and toys — but more than anything, I love oral sex. I fantasize about the act. Part of my attraction is how damn good he is at pleasing me that way. And the other part is… well, oral is just what gets me off.

Tyler’s made a game of doing exactly that in strange places, surprising me.

Sometimes I can anticipate his moves but not always. The last time he ambushed me, I was caught utterly off guard — but was ultimately utterly satisfied.

I was cleaning up at the end of my shift. The home-improvement store I work in was closing down for the night, and I was bored, tired and shuttling a push broom down the long aisle that marked the door section when a hand reached out and grabbed me. The arm reeled me into a space about three feet wide between two big rows of doors.

I almost screamed but saw the familiar tattoo on Tyler’s arm, and my fear was replaced by pounding excitement.

“Hey, there, little Red,” he whispered, fingering a lock of my hair. Before I could answer, he kissed me. Then his hand was snaking down to grab the front of my jeans, squeezing my pussy. His finger went right to the cleft of my sex, and he pushed, driving the thick fabric against my already thumping clit.

He broke the kiss and pressed his lips to my ear. “I’ve come to eat you up, little Red.”

I moaned, and he quickly pressed his free hand to my mouth. “Shh, it’s a secret.”

His fingers were thick and seemed as if they’d be clumsy, but they weren’t. He popped my button, pulled down my zipper and paused to kiss me.

Then, as I held my breath, he snaked his way down my body. His hands traced my curves, his breath hot against my hip as he reached his destination.

He parted my outer labia with cool fingers. His lips closed over my clitoris, and my body jolted. I heard my breath catch, felt my pulse race. I twined my fingers into his short, sandy hair and tugged, shoving my hips forward so he had better access.

Tyler slid his tongue along my outer lips, making me wetter. He returned to my clitoris, sucking relentlessly until I splayed my hands against the large door behind me.

“That’s it,” he whispered — pushing his forearm to my hips, pushing me back more forcefully against the cool wood. My head rapped against the pane of glass set in the top of that particular door.

It had no knob yet, or I’d probably have grabbed it for support.

Tyler yanked my pants down lower on my legs so that he could spread my thighs wider apart. He went back at me, his wet, warm mouth suctioning over my pussy, drawing on me until I gasped so loud I feared any coworkers wandering the aisles would hear me.

I went rigid just thinking about it. He caught me, reading my body language. Tyler smiled at me from where he squatted, his fingers dancing along my asscheeks, almost tickling me but not quite. “Right there,” he said, pointing to the far right support beam that sported an angled security mirror. “I have one eye on any traffic we might get.”

Tyler slid his hand up my thigh, stroking me into utter relaxation, and then as he resumed teasing my clit with the rigid tip of his tongue, he plunged two fingers deep inside me. He insistently probed my G-spot until my arms and legs felt heavy.

The attack on my clit became relentless as I inched closer and closer to orgasm. He dragged his flattened tongue along that sensitive nub of flesh. My favorite kind of lick — the sweetest kind of attention.

His fingers drove in and out, fucking me roughly. I was so wet I heard my body accept every thrust of his fingers. I raised my hips, grinding my mound against his mouth, feeling the pleasant pressure of his teeth against that tender skin. That made me come. I was biting the heel of my hand, stifling my cries as my pussy spasmed and he lapped at my clitoris.

I thought he’d withdraw then and hustle back to the break room where employees’ better halves often wait for shifts to end. Instead, he added a third finger to my cunt and simply fucked me like that for a moment, while my heart raced with the exertion of my climax.

“One more,” he said.

I heard a coworker call out in the distance. Goosebumps stood up on my arms. “Tyler!”

“Come on, you can give me one more,” he said, keeping his eyes pinned to me but stretching out his tongue to lick me once more.

I watched the pink tip of his tongue connect with me and felt a surge of warm pleasure. I groaned helplessly.

Tyler made a show of glancing behind me where I could not see. “I’ll know if anyone’s coming,” he said. Then he chuckled and flexed his fingers deep in my pussy. “Heh. Get it. Coming.”

I sighed and then he returned his mouth to me, and my sigh went from exasperated to pleasured. I moved up to meet him, knowing that the sensitivity had passed and it would take barely a lick and a breath to make me come again. His fingers moving inside me, brushing tender nerve endings and desperately sensitive spots, insured my imminent climax.

He went at me roughly this time, sucking hard so that I felt the pressure all through my pelvis. Then he licked widening circles all around my clit until I mewled softly, and he zeroed in on the neediest spot. I came hard enough that I whimpered to keep my noise down.

Someone called out my name, and I went rigid as the tail end of my pleasure curled around me.

Tyler stood fast, yanking up my jeans as he did so. I put myself back together with shaking fingers and slipped out from between the doors with him on my heels. We managed to look fairly innocent as a coworker casually rounded the corner.

“Hey,” Dan said to Tyler.

“Hey, man,” Tyler said to Dan. Then to me: “See you in the break room.”

“We’re done,” Dan said to me.

“Me, too,” I said, my voice raw. When I looked in the security mirror overhead, I saw how flushed my face was. But I didn’t look just flushed. I looked satisfied, too.