Step into my office – Written from her perspective [FM]

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Early in the day, Justin texted me and asked me if I was free for an impromptu meet up. Luckily, our schedules aligned, and we made plans to have dinner. After grabbing some tacos and drinks down the street from where I work, I asked Justin if he’d like to see my office, hoping there would an opportunity for a quickie before he needed to head home.  “Yeah, of course.”, he responded, so we went.

After sharing a kiss in the elevator, the doors opened on my floor, we stepped out, and walked towards my office suite. As I pushed the handle down and opened the door, my stomach dropped slightly when I realized the doors were unlocked. “Damn it, people are probably still in the office.”, I thought.

I turned to Justin and gestured for him to follow me as I walked down the hallway, quickly scanning each office I passed. When I got to the end of the hallway, I turned around. “There’s no one here.” I put my arms around his neck and pulled him into a kiss. I really enjoy kissing Justin. I don’t know if it’s the way our lips and tongues effortlessly move against each other, or the way he holds my face in one hand and gently pulls my hair with the other, but making out with him always gets my panties soaked. 

I reveled in the kiss for a little while before my hands started roaming all over his body – his face, his arms, his chest, his butt, his crotch. A moan escaped from me as my hand brushed against his cock, feeling how big and hard he was getting. Realizing that the cleaning crew was going to arrive at any minute, I pulled him into the corner office and closed the door behind me. 

The corner office is small and it has a table that takes up almost the entire room. There are two chairs that sit on opposite sides of the table and facing the door is a floor to ceiling window. I lead him to the space between the window and the table and lifted the blinds. It was a small space, but I wanted to see our reflection in the window without any objects obstructing the view. I got on my knees as Justin started to unbutton his pants, letting them fall to his ankles. I held my breath in excitement as he hooked his fingers under the waistband of his boxer briefs and dragged them down, slowly exposing his cock. Another moan escaped me when the waistband finally slid over his thick head and his cock sprung free.

I looked up at Justin before I shifted my focus onto his thick, beautiful cock. I stroked it gently several times and planted soft kisses up and down his shaft before I finally stuck out my tongue and flattened it against the tip of his head. Then I put it in my mouth and sucked softly. I started sliding more and more of Justin’s cock into my mouth, drawing a deep moan out of him.  I increased the cadence and
started bobbing my head faster, alternating between dragging my lips up and down his shaft, swirling my tongue over the head, and letting the tip hit the back of my throat. I took a deep breath and grabbed Justin’s butt, pushing him further into my mouth, and gagged as I struggled to get his fat cock down my throat (but did manage to do so after several tries heh).  After a little while, I slid him out of my mouth with a pop. I held the base of his shaft and admired the way it looked — covered in my spit and throbbing in all its girthy glory. I looked up at Justin again.

Man, my pussy was aching for his attention.

I got to my feet and pulled him to the other side of the table. What I wanted to do next required a lot more space. I yanked on his shirt, signaling him to take it off. He took off his shirt and leaned in, giving me kisses as he took my shirt off and unclasped my bra. He swiftly unbuttoned my pants and started to slide them off. Suddenly, we heard noise coming from the other side of the door. 

Shit, the cleaning crew. 

We both froze for a second before I waddled towards the door, my skinny jeans and lacy panties still around my ankles. Since I work late often, I am familiar with the cleaning crew’s routine and I knew that they weren’t going to be there for very long – the first crew is usually in and out of the office in 10 minutes. I told Justin not to worry as I quietly opened the door and poked my head out, listening to make sure it was someone from the cleaning crew and not a coworker, or worse, my boss. I quickly assessed the situation and quietly closed the door. 

I reassured Justin that everything was fine as I finished pulling my pants and panties off and proceeded to bend over the table, spreading my legs wide, and eagerly waited for him to enter me and fuck me silly. Finally, I felt him position himself at the entrance of my pussy. We exchanged smiles in the window’s reflection before he thrusted into me. I tried to stifle my moans as I felt him slide in and out of me. He smacked my ass a couple times, watching it jiggle as I bounced back and forth on his cock. His hand slid up my back and he grabbed a handful of my hair. Suddenly, he pulled hard, making me arch my back as he started to gain momentum. He fucked me harder and faster until finally I reached the point of no return, crying out as he let go of my hair and I came all over his cock. Thank goodness the cleaning crew was gone already. 

Before I could gather myself, he flipped me over. As he stood in front of me, he lifted his cock up and let the weight of it hit my clit. He did this several times, reigniting the insatiable hunger I have for him and everything he does to me. I whimpered as he ran the tip of his dick up and down my slit, spreading the wetness that was flowing out from my first orgasm. I let out another whimper, starting to get impatient, yearning for his cock to fill me up again. Justin stopped and smiled at me. He knew what I wanted. Damn his teasing. 

I was about to open my mouth to whine when he suddenly pushed deep inside me, filling me up and making me gasp in surprise. I moved my hips to meet his thrusts as he started to run his hands over my body. I reached up to kiss him, wrapping my legs around him to pull him closer. Justin slowed the pace as he kissed his way from my lips down my neck and to my chest. He took turns paying attention to each one of my nipples with his expert tongue as I ran my fingers through his hair and admired his strong, freckled shoulders. He took my pierced nipple and gave it a hard squeeze while he massaged my other boob. I closed my eyes and breathed deeply, savoring the moment. 

Suddenly, I felt him stand up straight. I opened my eyes as he was licking his thumb and before I knew it, he started relentlessly rubbing my sensitive clit with it while sliding the full length of his cock in and out of me with force. I begged him not to stop. Soon, my legs started to buck as I reached closer and closer to climax. Sensing this, Justin pounded me harder, until my juices flowed down his cock for the second time. Not wanting to lose momentum, I continued to meet each one of Justin’s thrusts with force. I turned to look at our reflection again and I watched him fuck me until I felt him explode deep inside of me. I continued gyrating my hips against him, making sure I milked every drop of cum out of him. Justin and I stayed where we were — my legs still wrapped around his waist, his head on my chest — until we both caught our breath. We cleaned up after a bit and ended our night with a short cuddle session before parting ways. 

Writing this post has allowed me to discover something else about myself. Justin always tells me that pleasing me pleases him, so a lot of times, he’ll hold back until he knows I’ve cum several times. I learned that, in a similar vein, I love the moments that come after he gives himself permission to cum. I love the raw, primal passion that overcomes him as he drives himself towards his own climax. I realized that I get off on watching him fervently slamming into me, a look of determination on his face, the muscles in his arms and chest defined as he clutches my legs for leverage, holding his breath until he finally releases his load inside me. So. Fucking. Sexy.

Anyway, this is the first (and probably the last) time I’ve ever written extensively about a sexual encounter I’ve had. If you reached the end, thanks. Having to recount the events of that night and write it down in detail was not an easy feat for me. It has definitely given me a newfound appreciation for everyone who puts in the time and effort to share their own adventures on here. For that, I applaud you all and thank you. 

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