Office fun – Part 1 [MF]

Here you are, standing in front of the mirror, fully naked, after the morning shower. This body looks soooooo ready for an adventure, for a good fucking by a stranger’s cock. Preferably, more than one. The fantasies about your courageous co-worker, Mr. Adams, fill your mind. Instantly, your pussy gets wet and your nips hard. Mr. Adams. The leader of another team that started working close to you on a joint project a few weeks ago. “Close” is an understatement. While sitting side by side and discussing the design on your screen’s comp, his hands started wandering around. It started with a light touch on your thigh, after a joke and a good laugh. The lack of your reaction surprised him for a second. From that point onward, he got bolder and bolder every time you sat together. By yesterday, his hand was placed all the time on your thigh, his fingers resting on the stitches between your legs. Sometimes, to show you his appreciation, he would apply some pressure on them with the side of his palm. Damn, that got you so wet yesterday! Wonder if he could feel how much…

Suddenly, you realize you want more than that. Today is the day, today you will see if he’s game or only a teaser. You open your dresser. A pile of panties on one side, bras on the other. A naughty grin appears on your face. You pick up a bralette with soft fabric and thin straps, one you bought a few years ago from VS. Your breasts got bigger since then and this one barely confines them. It will look like you aren’t wearing any: they will move freely, and the thin fabric won’t be able to conceal your nips if they’ll erect. Looking at the panties, you opt for none today. Next stop, the wardrobe: you pick a knee-long skirt and a buttoned blouse. Good thing you shaved your legs and straightened that landing strip in the shower. If Mr. Adams means business, he will enjoy them all today. This thought alone sent another wave of pleasure in your vagina’s walls. You better chill out, or you’ll make a mess on your car seat. Last glance in the mirror. Let’s see, Mr. Adams, what are you made of! The first part of the day went eventless. You were so busy that you barely thought of your session with Mr. Adams just before lunch. The time arrived. You went and poured yourself a cup of coffee. Not that you needed one, but you had to do something, otherwise you’d explode out of anticipation. You just sat back on your chair when you heard the knock on the door. “Yes?” you barely managed to say loud enough to be heard. The door opens and there he is, in his grey suit and tie. “Here I am. Time to be creative again,” he said, entering the room and grabbing a chair to sit closer to you. Noticing your attire, he stops in his tracks. You can hear his gears turning. Is this what he thinks it is? Well, you both will know soon.

He pulls the chair closer and places his hand on your thigh, patting lightly. “You look lovely today” he says, with a wide smile on his face. One as wide land on your face. You start talking about the design. What did you manage to do since the last time, how do you think it looks. The first ten minutes of the meeting are work-only. Somehow, you both manage to concentrate on it. But then, while praising you for your advance, he moves his hand on your thigh up and down. You freeze for a second. Now is the moment of the truth. You take your hand down, pick the hem of your skirt and pull it up, so now his hand is resting on your skin. Your hand comes back on the desk. You look straight at the screen, although you can feel the piercing look he gives you. That’s a sign he cannot ignore. Keeping talking, he pushes his hand down, toward your inner thigh and higher, toward your crotch. The advance is slow, half an inch every time he moves. It looks an eternity to you till he reaches your naked pussy lips, although there were barely few minutes. The feel of the shaved lips is unexpected for him. You can feel his surprise, and the hesitation. Luckily, he gets back to his senses and while keeping talking calmly about the next steps in the project, he starts playing with his pinkie on your lips. You part your feet wider, to make room for his hand. He gets bolder and parts your pussy lips with his pinkie, going up and down on all their length. Each time his finger goes over your clit, you moan and jump. He goes faster. The pinkie is no more enough and now he’s fingering you with his index and middle fingers, buried by their middle phalanges. He stops talking, you’re anyway not listening for few minutes already. His thumb starts massaging your clit at the same time. You lay on your seat till your butt is on the end of it, open your feet as wide as you can and close your eyes. Your breath is getting heavier and heavier. The feeling in your pussy is wonderful, you fantasized about it so many times! Mr. Adams goes faster and faster, both with the fingering and with his thumb. You feel yourself getting closer to the orgasm, and you hope you won’t squirt. Your breathing is getting faster, you clench your fist on the arm of the chair and your other hand reaches for Mr. Adams’ crotch and holds his penis through his trousers. Two more thumb movements and you explode! Waves of pleasure rock your body, head to toes. Your ass flies off the chair, your lips are sealed tight to keep the scream muffled and your hand holds tight his cock. After few seconds, the waves subside and you fall, spent, on the chair. Your skirt is around your waist, exposing your tummy and pussy. Your chest is moving up and down heavily, your nips clearly seen through the fabric. Mr. Adams takes his fingers out of your pussy and you feel empty. You take his hand and lick his fingers clean, all the time looking at him straight in the eyes. When you finish, he stands. The bulge is clear in his pants. He puts a hand in and arranges his cock in such a way that he can walk outside your office without that tent showing. He looks at you, smiles and says: “If you want more than fingers, be in my office 10 minutes before the lunch break ends”. He turns around and leaves. “Damn, this day gets better by the minute!” you think to yourself and a large grin lands on your face.

Lunch hour is here. You sit and eat, but the food has no taste. Your sensors cannot feel the taste, nor the smell. They are flooded by your thoughts. Thoughts of what will happen in few minutes, how does that thick cock you felt through that fabric looks in reality, how will it feel in your mouth, what taste his semen will have. Oh, taking his load down your throat is NOT something you’ll miss!

The time has come. You get up from your table and leave the dining room like every other day. Only this time you take the elevator up to your floor and turn right, to the end of the corridor, instead of left to your office. Mr. Adams’ office is the last door on the right, just before the fire exit. You reach the door and stand in front of it for a second. You know your life will be different from the moment you will open it. You hope it will be in better, although there are dangers too. Especially your position in the firm concerns you. But the fire in your groin is too hot to dismiss it. The dryness in your throat needs a remedy. A liquid, to lubricate it. And what can be better than a dose of semen?

You knock on the door. “Yes?” you hear from inside. You open it, close it behind you and lean on it. Mr. Adams raises his glance from the computer in front of him, sees you and smiles. “I am glad you came. Now, as well as before. Now is my turn.” Finishing the sentence, he turns his chair sideways, leans back, opens his legs wide, puts his hands behind his head and says: “You may start.”

The harshness of the message from his words astounds you for a second, but then you realize: both of you know **exactly** why you are there! You step forward, move around his desk, kneel in between his open legs and look at his crotch. The moment you waited for so many weeks! Your hands tremble when you send them forward to open his belt. Then his zipper. Excitement floods you, your hands feel like full of lead. You open his pants wider, pull down his boxer and put your hand inside. Oh my God, you touched it! His cock! You grab it and take it out! Average in length, wide, cut, veiny and with a lovely looking head. Mouthwatering!

You lean forward and open your mouth to take it inside. Mr. Adams stops you, looks at you and says: “I am the one worthy of wearing clothes. You, kneeling on the floor before me, are not. So, you can have it, but you’ll need to be naked.” You look back at him, startled. But you realize he is right. And you also realize who’s the one in need here. And who’s making the calls. You get up and it takes you mere seconds to take the three pieces of clothing (shirt, bra, and skirt) off. You cannot afford to waste time, you need that cock in your mouth! In no time you’re back on your knees, grab that manhood in your hand, open your mouth and lower your head on it. You start with its head. You place it on your tongue and wet it with your saliva. You move your tongue around it, like trying to taste it all around. Then you take it out and move your tongue to its base. He has his pubes and balls shaved, you like it. The feeling of the skin on your tongue is better this way. You put your tongue on the base and lick it, the whole length, till back to the head. You look up at him, but Mr. Adams has his head back, he’s busy with the feeling on his member, not with the lust in your eyes.

One more lick and you take it all in your mouth. You keep it there for a second. Damn, it feels so good! His girth makes your mouth feel full, but your throat didn’t feel it. Yet. You start moving your head back and forth on the cock, working your lips on it, your tongue licking it. Few more moves and you go back to work on the head. Barely taking it in, swirling your tongue around it, licking the glans, the meatus. You take it all in, and then back to play with the head, like before. The feel of the skin’s head on your tongue is soooo good! One hand grabs the shaft, the other one plays with the balls. And the tongue goes back to play on the head. All this drives Mr. Adams crazy. You feel his legs tightening. Oh, no, you won’t! No way you come now! You’re not done with it yet! You put your hand inside his pants and your middle finger presses lightly on his perineum. You feel the tension fading out and you go back to work on that cock: your tongue gets back to lick it, then your lips engulf its head and play with it, wet it, move it back and forth. You enjoy so much the feeling of that wide piece of meat in your mouth! The moans escaping your mouth leave no doubt about that. “You really enjoy this cock, huh?” you hear Mr. Adams’ voice. If he only knew how much! You’re too busy to answer, talking means that cock out of your mouth. That’s unacceptable at the moment. The louder and louder moans are the only thing that escapes your mouth. And your enthusiasm for bobbing your head up and down on that cock only gets bigger. “Oh, or maybe you love ANY cock?” You blush. He got you! Good thing you’re too busy with his dick to see the grin on his face and hear the gears of his dirty mind starting to turn.

The wonderful feeling of the cock in your mouth did its deed and your pussy is dripping. Without missing one move on that shaft you send one hand down to your clit and start rubbing. It’s hard to concentrate on both, so you start to keep the same pace: every move of your head on the cock matches a move of your finger on the clit. You are so aroused, you explode in less than a minute. The screams are muffled by the organ in your mouth, you suddenly realize you’re lucky it’s there. Otherwise, the whole floor would hear you. Another reason to suck cock. As you’d needed any …

You feel Mr. Adams’ legs getting tense again. Looks like it’s time for that dessert for your lunch. You step up the pace on his dick, making longer and longer moves, sloppier and sloppier sounds. Your hand starts massaging his balls, pressing more and more. And suddenly, it comes: the first spurt of thick, warm cum hits the back of your mouth. You take out the cock till your lips rest on the head, to allow the semen to land on your tongue and pass the taste buds. You want to feel that taste! Another spurt, and another one. Either Mr. Adams didn’t come in a long time, or he’s one of those making large quantities each time. The thought of you checking that in the future comes to your head, and you cannot but smile and hope for it. The spurts ended. You swallow a mouthful. Damn, this great feeling. And the taste is good too! Now, that your mouth and Mr. Adams’ balls are empty, you start cleaning his member. Years of training that tongue of yours for that make a good job on his dick. In no time, he’s clean and almost dry. Ready to go back to the pants.

Satisfied, you stand up. Your knees ache a bit from the roughness of the rug, but it’s surely a price to pay for a nice-looking cock in your mouth. You get dressed and as you leave, you hear his voice again: “I will stay for overtime hours today. I think there are more of your holes I’d like to test.” He finishes the sentence when you reach the door. You stand there, with your hand on the doorknob, for a split of a second. You turn the knob and leave the room, without even turning to him. He couldn’t see the smirk on your face.

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