Why did it have to be her? They just had to assign her to this project so that I’d get stuck late at work with her, alone. I would have had a hard enough time concentrating because of the lack of sleep, but this? The walking, talking amalgamation of all my biggest fetishes? She’s not only a co-worker, but now she’s married: double the forbidden lust. And tall! Six feet! I’ve always wondered what it would be like to be with someone closer to my six foot six. But those at least are normal. Who hasn’t shot a glance at a co-worker, right? I could deal with the height, but it’s this new fetish that’s putting me over the edge.
Why are some men attracted to pregnant women anyway? Isn’t the whole point of attraction supposed to be procreation? If they’re already pregnant, the whole is thing biologically pointless. Sure, it shows they’re fertile, but… fuck. she. is. hot. Her tits used to be somewhere around a C or a D, but now… DD at minimum. They look great on her frame. When did she say her due date was? Two, maybe three more months? I don’t think I can stand it for the rest of today, much less several months.
It doesn’t help that I have “the incident” from that Christmas party years ago looping in my head. I was so drunk I barely remember it, but I know we made out. Maybe second base? Seems like the kind of thing I’d remember. I don’t know whether to be glad it stopped where it did. Probably better for both of our careers. Would I be more horny right now, or less? Hard to imagine being more horny than this.
“Ugh! These damn formulas!”
Sounds like she’s having as much trouble as I am. I’ll walk over to her cube.
“You too, huh?”
“Yeah. Pregnancy brain is real.”
It’s on my brain, too.
“I haven’t been able to concentrate for the last few weeks. Too much going on in my head.”
“Baby prep?”
“Among other things, yeah. These hormones do not mix well with spreadsheets.”
Neither do mine, apparently.
“If it’s not the sickness, it’s the tiredness. If it’s not the tiredness is the… It’s the… daydreams.”
Stop thinking with your dick man, there’s no way she means the same kind of daydreams you’re having. Although…
“Daydreams?”
“…Distractions.”
She looked away. I bet I can sneak in a quick look at her cleavage. Oh shit! Eye contact! Did she see? Uhh… look concerned, but supportive. And try not to look at her tits again.
“… I’m horny all the fucking time.”
“I. Uh.”
Whoa! Bail out! Pull the ripcord! She had always been a little blunt, but this was a little personal even for her. Why is she standing up?
“Ha! Never fails to make a man blush.”
Where am I supposed to look right now? Can’t stare at her body, too embarrassed to look at her face…
“Do you remember anything from that Christmas party?” “What?”
She’s bringing that up? Now? We’ve literally never talked about it. I wondered if she even knew it happened.
“I don’t remember much, but I remember that you whispered in my ear ‘I want to make giant babies with you’. Ha. Not the smoothest line I’ve ever heard, but it’s not something you forget.”
“We were pretty drunk.”
“Yeah. I wish I could remember more. Incomplete fantasies… er, daydreams, are really frustrating”
Is this actually happening? Is she actually saying she fantasizes about me? About my stupid pickup line? It’s true, though. Our kids would be monsters. Who knows what will happen with her actual baby. That shrimp husband of hers can’t be more than five foot nine. And he’s gets to put his tiny dick inside her? How is this fair?
“I had never felt short until that day I had to look up to kiss you.”
She’s standing so close to me.
“I, uh. I do have that effect on people.”
I remember this smell. The same perfume from that night. A coincidence? Can’t be. She wants this as bad as I do.
“Shut up.”
Her lips feel amazing. And her tongue. So much tongue. Her hair was shorter then. I like it this way. Long and flowing. Soft. Oh? Already unbuttoning the shirt? This is serious.
“We didn’t take off our shirts last time. I’ve always wondered what was under there. Not bad.”
Not bad? Whatever, I’ll take it. My walking fantasy has her hands all over my naked torso, so now is not the time for complaining. But it is time for payback. Time to get that sweater off and find out what she’s really hiding under there.
“Ooh. Chilly.”
My god those are perfect. I have to grab them. So big. So smooth. And that… belly. Wait. Holy shit there’s another man’s baby in there! What the hell I am I doing?
“… Is this too weird for you?”
“No. I.”
It isn’t. It should be weird. But that makes it even hotter.
“I want you.”
Mmm. More tongue. Wet. Perfect. Fuck this bra.
“Oh God, yes. Suck my tits”
I have to admire the nipples first. Big and beautiful. And so hard. I’ve never seen anything like this. Or tasted! Is this breast milk? Just a little. This should feel really weird, but it’s making me harder. I have to have her. Easy to take her pants off while I’m down here. Her hips are so wide. Need to kneel to get these all the way off. I’ll leave the heels on though. Might come in handy. Look, she’s soaked through her panties. Definitely doesn’t need those anymore.
“Sorry, I haven’t shaved in a while.”
Why is she apologizing? This is the most perfect bush I’ve ever seen. She. is. a. woman.
“I like it.”
I’ve never eaten a girl out on my knees before. How could I? Most of the time I had to get on my knees to kiss them. Her juices are everywhere.
“Fuck that feels good.”
Ouch, my hair. Oh, she wants me to stand. Trading places. I’m surprised I haven’t burst through my pants by now.
“You’re not leaving much to the imagination down here.”
“Well, I didn’t want to make you think too hard. We’ve both got a lot on our mi– Oh fuck!”
She didn’t waste any time. Her mouth is warm and perfect. Her rythm is on point. Her husband is such a lucky fuck. But he doesn’t know my dick is in his wife’s mouth right now. Oh, what a feeling. Taking another man’s woman is such a high! Those eyes. I love it when they look up at me. It’s like they’re asking me to pull them up by the hair and fuck them. Who am I to turn that down?
“Didn’t like my blowjob?”
“Liked it too much”
These cube walls won’t be sturdy enough. Have to use the drywall across the aisle. Flip her around so I can take her from behind.
“No one could ever fuck me standing up before”
“Me neither. Let’s find out how it feels”
It feels amazing just to press my cock against the outside of her. Her lips are so wet. How long has it been? Like, two weeks since I last had sex? And that was just “cleaning out the pipes” with a fuck buddy though. Not like this. And… wait. I don’t need a condom. When is the last time I fucked raw? How many years? I’m not sure I even remember what it feels like.
“Put it inside me, baby”
Will need to bend my knees a little, but I think this will work. There’s the hole. Just the head in and I feel like I want to blow. Now the rest, slowly.
“Ooooohhhh.” “Ooooohhhh.”
Fuck condoms. I don’t care how thin they claim to be. They do not feel like this. Every ridge, every smooth surface gliding along my body. This is what being inside a woman is supposed to feel like.
“Slow now. It’s so big”
Telling a man how big it is just makes him want to go faster. Makes him feel like more of a man. I am taking another man’s woman. I am pleasing her. And I am going to put my seed inside her. I am an animal.
“You feel so good”
Grab her hips. Pull her deep onto to me. Then rub her clit with one hand and her breasts with the other. Dominate all her senses. Make her think of nothing but me.
“Oh god yes. Harder now.”
Harder. Just shy of pain. Show her your power. Feel her all over on the outside and the inside. How long has it been? Hopefully long enough because this can’t be stopped. It is building.
“Yes! Yes! Yes!”
This is the most alive I’ve ever felt. Roaring while I empty my myself inside a fertile goddess. Then the crash. I can perceive again. The office. The clothes on the floor. But on the way down I have to make sure she’s finished, too. Her clit is soaking.
“Right there, right there!”
So wet. All over my arm and the floor.
“Fuck!”
Breathe in through the nose and out through the mouth. Make sure she doesn’t fall over.
“That was… I really needed that.”
“So did I.”
“Hand me my bra. I might have to go without the underwear…”
My head is spinning. Did that just happen? I’ll never forget it. But the real question right now is, will it happen again? I made it happen once, right?
“So, are we really going back to spreadsheets after that?”
“The way I see it, if we get them done it means this helped clear our minds. Maybe it’s just the cost of doing business.”
God I hope so.
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