Face-Sitting Fun ♕

Face-sitting is an event for everyone.

Queening and face-sitting is the last thing I thought I would do at work. I never imagined the boring office life would turn me into a seductress. But when boredom strikes, why not have some naughty fun? The thought of getting frisky at work sounded exciting until I remembered how dry and tedious my job could be. Yet there I was, perched on my coworker’s face, gazing at a flickering fluorescent light. It all started innocently enough during a meeting…

Wait, Karina, what’s queening? Queening is face-sitting. Face-sitting is queening. Queening is for everyone!

Office sex is tricky.

Office Friend is a mild-mannered guy. He seems like the kind of guy that would enjoy phone sex therapy. He always moderates in his conversation. Never inappropriate. The consummate professional. His finger casually touched my finger pussy and I didn’t think anything about it. What’s the finger pussy? It’s the space in between your fingers. It can be a very erotic gesture if it’s done right.

Our boss was droning on about how ongoing construction would turn our parking situation into the Hunger Games. Office Friend clears his throat and leans in, signaling he wants to whisper something in my ear. Naturally, I reciprocated by leaning closer. I felt the unexpected warmth of his tongue in my ear. And just like that, he was gone.

The face-sitting invitation.

I took a moment to enjoy my throbbing clit. Next, I checked my phone to appear as unbothered as possible. Then, I exited our meeting room. Office Friend was in his cubicle on his phone. Our eyes met. I came around to his chair. His, half-hard cock, hung out of slacks. It was cut, has an impressive length, and is girthy. He looked at me while he spoke on the phone. His voice was so calm and professional. At that moment, I knew that I was going to have his cock. Somehow.

Then, I got struck with a bright idea. I went to my desk. Grabbed my car keys and shook them. After that, I headed for the elevators. In my car, I waited. Office Friend came to the parking lot.  However, he pointed to his larger SUV with tinted windows and cover across the windshield. We hopped in. I went for his cock, but stopped him. He explains that he wants to engage in a round of face-sitting.

I’ve face-sat before but always in an organic way. No one ever asked me outright.

Face-sitting requires communication.

He explained that he wanted to lie down in his back seat. He wanted me to sit on his face with my panties on. The only face-sitting I had ever done was for pussy eating. Office Friend explained that he wanted to sniff and lick my panties while I pretended to be on my daily commute. So, that’s what he did. I sat on his face and scrolled through my phone trying not to watch his fully erect cock bob back and forth.

His tongue was as patient and moderate as he was. He took his licking my panties, teasing my clit, and pressing his face into my pussy. He wrapped his arms around my thighs to hold me in place.

I told him to stop. He didn’t. Office Friend hooked a finger on the seat of my panties and yanked them apart. Then, he shoved his tongue onto my clit, and I gave up. I could feel my juices flowing so I couldn’t deny it was pleasurable. Finally, I said, “I want your cock now.” He froze. Before, his slurps and tongue smacks filled the car. It was silent.

He lifted me off his face. Office friend explained that my warm pussy on his face was like a weighted blanket. He loved the taste and my scent but felt like fucking my pussy would ruin everything.

Go figure.

Face-sitting fun.

Since our parking lot face-sitting adventure, Office Friend and I have contrived numerous face-sitting activities. He purchased a discreet piece of furniture for both of our homes. Don’t forget. Face-sitting could be a wonderful addition to road-trip sex

As much as I would love to get my hands on Office Friend’s cock. I’m fine with being his face-sitting queen. I hope to negotiate his cock into my pussy one of these days, but who knows. If you try face sitting.

Call me. I’m waiting.