It’s just any other Monday morning in the office. You, half-asleep and lacking caffeine, begin your morning ritual – you pour a cup of coffee, grab a donut, and head into the copy room to make copies for a morning meeting. You press “Start” on the copier and your mind drifts off as the low hum of the machine goes about its work. Softly, you hear the door close behind you. Startled, you spin around and we lock eyes. You’ve seen me watching you – once in the break room, a few times after returning from lunch. I approach you and hover, an inch from your face. Seconds pass. I kiss you. You seem to enjoy it, but suddenly push me away and slap me. I look you in the eyes. Your eyes have fire – pure excitement, not fear. I kiss you again, harder, as I draw your body to mine. I caress your breasts and fondle your hard nipples. I realize you’re not wearing a bra, and this drives me wild.
I pick you up and set you down on top of the open copier. I push up your tight skirt that hugs your perfect frame and hurriedly roll down your black lace panties as you wrap your legs around me and lean back, bracing yourself against the wall. I begin violently and rapidly penetrating you as you squeal with delight. The warmth of the machine feels so good on your lips. We are lost in ecstasy, oblivious to the fact that the copier is spitting out image after image of our rendezvous, hard evidence of my throbbing manhood penetrating your tight young pussy.
As we near climax, you abruptly but gently push me away and hop off the copier. You get down on your knees and look playfully up at me with your big brown eyes. Eyes locked with mine, you try to wrap your little hands around my large, rock-hard cock and direct it to your mouth. I groan with delight. You expertly massage my shaft and stroke towards your mouth as if to extract some sort of life-affirming elixir. With one last long stroke, you wrap your throat around the entirety of me and hold there as I finish inside you. I can’t believe how deep I am – your lips are wrapped around the base of my long shaft. Slowly you pull away and lick your lips, still smiling up at me. We stand up and start to dress when we hear someone knocking at the door. Hurriedly we grab the copies and exit the room, ignoring the confused looks on our coworker’s face. Smiling but silent, we part ways and return to our respective desks. As we sit down, we carefully slide the saved copy from our pockets, and tuck it away in a locked desk for a later time.
Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/715p98/our_secret_office_rendezvous_mf_office