I call it The Cave. You call it The IT Room. No matter the name, this space is the scene of our mutual fantasy.
This is my version. Enjoy!
The office is suddenly quiet. Too quiet almost. I look away from the computer’s screen and search around me. The space is empty. I look at the clock on the wall. Lunchtime. Well, that explains the silence.
Just like I’ve been doing for the last two months, my eyes are immediately drawn towards The Cave. I am surprised to see the light still on and the door ajar. Without a second thought, I get up from my chair and start walking towards the room.
Once in front of the door, I pause for a moment, listening, just in case you are not alone. Satisfied that it’s safe, I knock on the door and slowly push it open. I don’t make any move to enter, though. I remain standing in the door frame watching your sexy back in that sexy blue shirt you are wearing. How did I not notice until now how fucking hot you are??? You finally turn around and see me standing there, at the door, watching you.
Remembering one of our discussion from a while ago, I step into The Cave and close the door behind me. I take a few steps inside the room and as I’m walking, I’m slowly pulling my pencil skirt up, enough that the slit at the back is just high enough for what I’m about to do next.
I reach with my hand and grab the first thing I find on your desk. I drop it on the floor, behind me. “Whoops, silly me!” I say as I’m turning around and slowly bending over to pick-up up whatever it was I “dropped by mistake”. As I bend forward, my skirt rides up even more. I can feel cool air on my now wet cunt lips so I know you must have a good view. I take my time picking up the pen and rising back up.
As I turn around to face you again, you rise from your chair and move towards the door. You push on it a little, to make sure it’s closed shut. I take your place in your chair and cross my legs together. My skirt has risen again, and the top of my stockings are now visible.
You’re standing beside the door, facing me. The material of your trousers is stretched by the hands in your trousers, so your semi-hard cock is more than obvious. I’ve seen it before, but I am still impressed by the sight of it and my mouth is watering, wanting to suck and lick that sexy dick I know you have in your pants. I crave to suck you off until you cum down my throat and then continue to suck until you’re hard again.
“Stockings.” One word. Not a question. I nod my head in confirmation even though it’s not necessary. “The office is empty, I assume”. Again, not a question. Still, I nod my head again. You take a deep breath, and I can see your pupils dilate. Your eyes never moved from the place where you can see the top of my black stockings. I slowly uncross and cross my legs again, giving you a brief view of my red, lacey panties. I swear I can see your cock twitching and I decide to try something else. I’m wearing a strappy top so it’s easy to lower the straps down my arms. I am not wearing a bra so my tits are left bare. Your eyes finally move from my stockings.
You walk towards me and crouch in front of the chair. You lower your head to my tits and take one of my nipples inside your mouth and suck hard. One of my hands automatically goes to your head and I fist my fingers in your hair to keep you where I need you. Your mouth and tongue on my tits. I feel one of your hands caressing my thigh and I instinctively open my legs for you. That same hand goes straight between my legs and I feel your fingers inside my panties, stroking my clit, sliding between my wet pussy lips. Before I have a chance to beg for more, you rise to your feet and take a step back.
“Stand. Pull your skirt up, turn around and bend over the desk”, you command, and my body immediately obeys you. I rise from the chair and slowly, oh so slowly start to lift my skirt up. Your eyes very patiently, and greedily follow the snail-like ascent of the material up to my thighs, past my hips. I can see on your face you very much approve of the sight. I get hornier by the second and, judging by the tent in your trousers, so are you.
After the skirt is finally bunched up around my waist, I turn around and, as instructed, I bend over and lay my torso on your desk. My arms are resting by my side, palms down on the table, my legs are spread open. I’m breathing faster now, and I can feel my panties are soaking wet. I bet the wet patch is obvious to you by now. I hear you approaching and am surprised to feel you kneeling behind me. Before I have time to turn around and see what is happening, you already have my panties pulled aside and your tongue is licking me clean of my juices.
I rest my forehead on the desk and bite my lip to keep silent. Your tongue is very skilled, and I can’t help but start grinding my pussy on your face. I want more and I get just that when you suddenly shove two fingers inside my cunt at the same time as you take my clit in your mouth and suck hard. The shock makes my body jerk away from you, but you have one hand on my waist, and you pull me back where you want me. “Stay!” comes your command just as your hand comes down hard on my ass. My body jerks again and I get another slap on my other cheek. This time I make sure not to move. “Good girl”, you praise me as you pump your fingers inside me a few more times before you rise to your feet again.
I can hear your belt being undone and the sound of a zipper being pulled down. I lift my head and look behind me just in time to see you taking out your long and veiny cock. Just like I like it. You give it a few strokes while admiring the view. “Give me your hands”. Another command and again it’s like my body has no will of its own. I cross my arms at the small of my back and you grab my wrists with one hand while with the other you position the head of your cock at the entrance of my dripping cunt and with one hard thrust you burry yourself balls deep inside.
My pussy is stretched to the point of pain and I swear I can feel the head of your cock in my cervix. You don’t give me any time to get used to your size before you start a hard and relentless pounding. You go deeper with every thrust and I wonder how is that even possible. There’s nothing I can do but lay there, on your desk, legs wide open, and take whatever and how much you want to give me. I can feel every single inch of your long and thick cock and soon the pain turns into pleasure and I start to push back, my greedy cunt pulling your cock deeper inside me, gripping it tight like she doesn’t want to let it go.
“Close your legs”, I hear your order and I hurry to do as I’m told. Fuck! This makes it feel like your girth doubled and I’m stretched even more than before. My cunt is practically weeping and I am sure my thighs are soaked in cunt juices. Your cock slides effortlessly in and out. You must be soaked as well.
Harder and harder you fuck me, deeper and deeper. My legs start to shake, and I know I’m going to cum, I can feel it, it’s close. And even though I didn’t think you can go any deeper I start to beg “Harder, please. Deeper”. You oblige, letting go of my wrists and grabbing my hips with both hands and you pull me down onto your cock roughly. Again and again, you impale me on your hard cock. This is exactly what I needed. Three more thrusts and I cum all over your cock, my cunt milking you.
This only makes you fuck me harder and deeper still. It doesn’t take long until you are cumming too. You fill me up with your warm cum and you don’t stop pumping your hips until every single drop has been spilt inside my tight little cunt.
After we can move again, you grab a fistful of my hair, you pull me up from the desk and push me down on my knees at your feet. “Clean my cock”, you tell me and, without letting go of my hair, you push your still semi-hard cock in my mouth. I suck and lick you clean just as I was ordered. When I am done with your dick, I do the same to your balls. I lick them clean of my cunt juices and take them, one at a time, in my mouth and suck them gently.
After you are satisfied that I did a good job, you tuck your now soft cock back in your trousers and I rearrange my panties and skirt. Once I finish making myself presentable again, I exit The Cave, walk back to my desk and sit down in my chair. Your cum dripping out of my aching and thoroughly fucked cunt. I stay like this for the rest of the day and you can’t keep from smiling knowingly every time you see me walk around the office, with your cum inside me and on me.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/jk1kco/the_cave_mf_oral_bj_office_fuck