Harris Stories

Break Time

SPICYYYYYYY 😚

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"I think you need to take a break Kam" said Bailey, standing behind the woman's chair, playing with the ends of her hair. I knew Kamala would ignore me, considering she'd been saying it all day. But maybe I could find a way to make the older woman take a break. A way I know Kamala would enjoy.

"Please baby" I whined

"Bailey..." her voice twinged with a little authority, though I knew she was smiling from where I stood behind her.

Instead of leaving her alone, I worked my hands up and down her back, pressing on the parts of her back that I knew held the most tension. The harder I pressed, the more vocal she became, letting out whimpers or short moans. "Your distracting me Bailey" she whispered, fighting the temptation to lean into what she was feeling. But I refused to stop.

"Fuck...I-I need to work honey" Grazing my teeth across the shell of her ear I continued to softly murmur, "Mmmm no you can come back to this. You've been so stressed...it's time for a breath"

She let out a lengthy moan when my fingers pressed into a knot right in her neck. "Let's go to our own space hm?"

Without waiting for a response, I grabbed Kamala's hand, pulling her up and walking us out of the Oval Office.

Once we made it to the presidential suite, I dismissed the guards standing directly outside the bedroom, asking that they stand outside of the doors that entered the presidential suite instead. "You're so naughty" Kamala giggled, realizing exactly what I had planned.

"And you're so beautiful" I whispered, placing light kisses on the most sensitive parts of her neck, the parts that I knew made her tremble in my arms.

"Please" she whined

"Please what?" However, I didn't wait for a response, beginning to unbutton the purple blouse she was wearing, throwing it on the chair in the corner.

I pointed to the floor-length mirror we would move around the bedroom, now sitting in front of the bed, giving a view of the entire mattress. "I want you to look in that mirror. Don't take your eyes off of it. Understood?"

Kamala nodded in response, "Words Kamala...you know better" taking on the dominant role that I used just for her. "Y-yes I understand"

I moved my hands to cup her breasts, massaging them through the lacy bra I asked her to wear after showering this morning. "I love seeing you like this. So pretty for me baby"

The only response I received was a whimper, her body unconsciously grinding back into mine from where I stood behind her. "What do you want?" my voice soft, only audible because my mouth was right by her ear.

She groaned, her eyes closing, head tilting back as she continued letting herself submit to the pleasure. "I-I want you" she whined, shifting in my hold.

"I'm right here"

"No!"

I pinched her now perked-up nipple, a loud whimper leaving her mouth, "don't be a brat"

"Touch me...please mo-"

"Hmm what's that?" a smirk tugging at my lips as i pulled her chin down, connecting our eyes in the mirror. I knew what she wanted to call me, a name I only recently discovered turned her on

"Please daddy" she whispered, her voice timid and shy — lust still blazing in her brown eyes

"Good girl. Come on, let's get you more comfy"

With that I unhooked her bra, letting it fall from her arms. I slowly tugged the pants she was wearing down, taking the matching panties with her bra. "Take yours off too please" she tugged on my shirt roughly.

With zero hesitation, I pulled the white blouse I was wearing above my head, letting it drop to the floor with the pile of clothes already there. But before I could reach for my pants Kamala was already undoing them, sliding them down my legs slowly. "On the bed Kam, facing the mirror"

I watched as she scrambled to stand, sitting directly in the middle of the bed. She clenched her hands beside her legs, knowing better than to do anything without permission. Once completely undressed, I slid into bed behind her, pulling her body back into my own. "Open," I demanded, tapping her thighs twice.

Refusing to touch Kamala anymore, I watched her squirm under my gaze through the mirror. "Tell me what you want"

"I want you to touch me"

"Yeah?" I moved to connect our lips

"Mhmmm" she moaned into the kiss

It didn't take much to get Kamala riled up, especially when it came to decompressing in ways that provided her the most pleasure. I let my fingers trail up and down her thighs, amused by the way her hips bucked to find my fingers.

"Please" she begged, her voice at a higher octave, desperate for my fingers to be where she needed them most.

Instead of keeping her waiting, I let my thumb slightly graze her clit, letting my fingers slide through her wetness. She let out a guttural moan at the contact, her head falling back to my shoulder. "Unt unt, head up or I'll stop"

"No no no please don't," her head snapping forward before she let out another moan as I continued to let my fingers slide through her folds. "Such a good girl for me" I let my lips graze her ear.

Putting more pressure on her clit, Kamala's hips bucked up harshly into my hands a loud gasp leaving her mouth. "More"

"That's not how you ask"

"Please daddy...more" she whined, her hands moving to touch my own. "Aht aht, don't touch. Move those hands"

Kamala's hands slid to the back of my neck, her hands finding their way into my hair, tugging slightly at my hair. Instead of denying her pleasure, I let a finger slip into her,immediately feeling her cunts tight grip before letting another slip in. "Bailey!" she shouted, her entire body lurching forward.

I plunged my fingers into her, making a steady pace with my thumb on her clit, pushing her more and more towards release. "I'm gonna cum" she cried out, her hips bucking continuously off the bed. "Don't you dare cum without permission"

"Please! please daddy please! i can't-" her cries now high-pitched.

I let her beg for what felt like an eternity before finally granting her the pleasure she craved. "Cum for me"

Her body immediately reacted, her cries dying in her throat and her body seizing up. It took only seconds before she came hard, her juices squirting out. "Good girl...such a good girl for daddy" I whispered over her loud cries. Her voice stuttered out, "I- more! Please!" she choked.

"I gotchu mama. Come on let that out for me" my fingers rubbed at her clit hard and fast, my own body reacting to her release.

It felt like hours before she finally pushed my hands away from her cunt, her body falling back into my chest hard. "God Bailey..." she whimpered, her body shaking hard. 

Fuck.

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I honestly didn't know how much time had passed as we both laid in bed naked, Kamala barely speaking five words after her release.

"You still with me mama?"

She groaned, her voice so low i could only hear because her mouth was next to my ear. "Like when you call me that"

"When I call you mama?"

She made a sound of agreement before going silent yet again. I ran my hands up and down her bad softly again, watching as her eyes shut and breathing evened out.

This is exactly what she needed. To release and relax.