She came into my office everyday—which wouldn’t have been noticeable, had we not worked in different departments. I was accounting and she was brand management.
I had started working at this indie book publisher in Cali after I got out of school. I was just barely qualified and they were desperate. So lucky for me, I have had a steady job for the last 8 years—which seems like it should be a good thing right? Like…this is what I’m supposed to be doing right? Single, strong, fucking all the dick I want, taking all the names I wanted. God. I was supposed to have it together, on the outside I did have it all together.
But on the inside it was this monotonous, grey, bland life. Every day the same and every day unfulfilling.
But anyway,
I digress.
She (Charlie) came into my office every day. She was like this tall, hot, intimidating, androgynous person. She never wore a bra. Not that I noticed.
Charlie walked in today with a piece of chocolate.
“Sweets for the office sweetie. Happy Valentines Day.”
*Fuck, it was valentines day…*
“Oh yeah, thank you Charlie.” I looked at the chocolate.
“You got any plans Numbers?” She called me Numbers because well…accountant.
“Ah no. Honestly, I forgot.” I turned red. “You?”
“Hmm. No. I was hoping you had some cool exciting plan I could tag along with.” Charlie closed the door behind her and walked over to my desk and sat on the edge, “You haven’t eaten your chocolate yet Numbers.”
*Was she flirting?*
“Here let me help.” She said and she picked up the chocolate and started to unwrap it.
*This is def flirting.*
She held out the chocolate and pushed it slowly towards my mouth. I didn’t move.
“Come on, Numbers. Don’t make it weird. Eat it.”
I started to sweat and was shocked to notice that panties were soaked. I liked this. But I was nervous. I shifted. Breathed. And then relaxed, moving forward towards her, opening my legs every so slightly. I parted my lips and she put the chocolate on my tongue. I close my lips, her fingers still inside my mouth. I looked up at her and we locked eyes. I sucked on the tips of her fingers for a second and then leaned back into my chair. I was hot—cheeks flushed—my breath was heavy.
“Well, you showed me Numbers. And here I thought you were a good girl.” Charlie said pushing herself off the desk and onto the floor in front of my chair.
“Spread your legs, pull your skirt up.” She demanded.
I abided by her wishes.
“Lemme get these wet panties off of you. That’s a big wet spot. I haven’t even been in here that long, Numbers. It’s like I turn you on or something. I moaned as she pulled my panties up my legs.
I spread my hips open, pushing my hard clit toward her. She spit on it and began to tease my clit. I wailed.
She slapped a hand over my mouth.
“Are you gonna be a good girl or do I have to force you to be quiet?” Charlie growled. I took a deep breath and nodded as if to say I would be good.
She lifted her hand and I was quiet. But then she pushed hard down on my clit squished my juices right now and I couldn’t control it.
“Fuck, fuck! FUCK!” I screamed.
“Oh, so you are a bad girl.” And her hand was right back over my mouth. She held my mouth shut and rubbed my clit hard. There were muffled screams under Charlies hand.
My whole body was shaking. This was all so hot. I could see Charlies nipples popping thru her shit and I wanted to feel them in my mouth. Charlie pulled be out of the chair and throw me down onto my desk. She undid her pants to revel that she was wearing a big, fat, strap on.
“This okay with you baby?” Charlie said, holding her cock out on display.
I whimpered and all I could do was nod. I lied on my back and spread my legs for her.
“Good. Good.” Charlie said, spitting on her hand and rubbing it on her plastic dick to lube it up so it could slide into my tight hole. I’ve always had trouble getting things in there. She walked towards me until she was at my pussy.
“What a cute, sweet, pussy you have, Numbers.” Charlie spit on my chest, “Open your mouth.” I did. And she spit in my mouth.
“Good girl.” She said and she teased my clit with the head of her dick. I held on to the edges of the desk, my nails piercing the wood. It still wouldn’t hold in my screams.
Charlie plunged herself inside of me. I wailed. My tits wear heaving, my back arched, a puddle of my juices forming on my desk calendar. This was intense. My whole body was shaking. Charlie had started to pound deep inside me. I grabbed onto her body and she pulled me up so I was sitting. I hung limp over her while she thrust herself into me.
We were both moaning at this point. Theres no way the whole office didn’t hear. But fuck, it was just so good. We couldn’t control it and I wanted to cum. God, did I want to cum for Charlie.
“Oh fickle Charlie. Oh, God damnit. You’re gonna fuckin’ make me cum.” I said between breaths.
“Aw, fuck baby. I’m gonna cum to.” She let out a moan, “Wanna fuck so loud the whole building hears?” And she laughed. I moaned. She plunged and the pool on my desk calendar got bigger.
I was so close to cumming. It was so intense I lost al my words and was just moaning and heaving.
“Fuckkk, fuck, fuck, fuck.” Was all I could say.
I was so close. My body writing. I was knocking everything off my desk but I didn’t notice. All I could see was Charlie and me.
“Oh fuck baby. I’m gonna cum. Oh my god. Oh, I’m cumming. I’m cumming! I’M CUMMING!” I screamed. I was breathing heavy. Charlie holding me up. I was heaving over her trying to catch my breath from THE WORLDS MOST INTENSE orgasm.
I looked up at her. She was sweating—the plastic cock around her waist and covered in all of my juices. She looked down at it and ran a finger over it and then put my cum in her mouth.
“Tastes good.” She winked and then walked to get her pants.
I adjusted my dress and looked at my calendar. I had soiled the better part of February—there was just a big sloshy mess of my cum.
“So uh, Numbers. Since neither of us have plans tonight, should we do this again? But maybe with a bed?” She smiled and pulled me towards her, “I’ll pick you up around 7:30?”
I nodded.
She kissed me on the forehand and began to walk out.
“7:30, Numbers!” She looked back and pointed at me, adjusting her hair and clothes as she walked out, closing the door behind her.
I said down at my desk letting out a high sigh and slumping back in my chair.
*Ha. What the fuck was that?* I thought and I returned to work—my pussy pulsing for the rest of my shift.
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