Trying to Keep Quiet in the Office [Breeding, Co-worker, Exhibitionism, Public, Workplace]

The office is bustling with workplace commotion as you sit in your cubicle. Behind the wall, people are discussing their daily monotony. Normally, you would be doing the same, pretending to care about your job. But today, you are a bit distracted.

You look down at your phone and reply to my text, “Now’s a good time.”

“I’ll be over in a minute,” I reply in almost an instant.

An anxious excitement builds as you wait. You peer around the left and right of your workstation to see if anyone is making their way towards your desk. You’ve been blessed with a setup that is backed around the corner. It’s rare that anyone makes a trip to your area unless they need to directly speak with you or use the printer behind you.

You check the time on your computer. *Where is he?* You think to yourself. You feel fairly confident that the voices on the other side of the wall won’t venture around to your area, but you can never be too sure—there have been close calls before.

Suddenly, I appear from around the corner, casually moving toward you. I pull myself around to your side of the workstation and drop a collection of papers on the desk. “Can you take a look at this report?” I ask with a rascally grin.

You feel your heart beating rapidly as you stand up, turn around, and hoist yourself onto the desk. Your back faces your monitors, and your body is angled toward me. “Actually, before I do,” your sultry voice meanders. “Can you take a look at this for me?” Your legs spread open, causing your dress to drift upward. Excitement rushes through your body as you take the end of your dress and lift it, exposing your pussy.

I pull your chair out of the way and move in, quickly unbuttoning my pants.

“No belt?” you ask softly in my ear.

“Didn’t wanna make too much noise,” I grin, giving you kiss. I slowly unzip my pants and pull them down, revealing my dark blue boxer briefs.

You reach for the bulge pressing from my underwear. Your fingers span across my fabric covered cock, and gently, you begin fondling me.

My forehead presses intimately against yours. Our lips hover over one another’s. “You look so fucking sexy in that dress,” I whisper.

Empowered by the compliment, you reel me in by the side of the face, and we share a deep passion-filled kiss. “Thank you, Daddy,” you reply.

“How much time do you think we can get away with?” I smile, briefly breaking away.

The voices behind the wall continue to chatter obliviously.

“I’m not sure,” you reply.

“We’ll see what we can do then,” I answer with a reckless smile, resuming our kiss.

You slip down my underwear, allowing my fully erect penis to spill out. As it does, your jaw drops excitedly. I lean my body forward. Your arms fall around my neck. I thrust, causing my warm skin to brush over your vaginal lips. “Mmm,” you let out impatiently. I pull my hips back, then shoot forward. You plead as my penis brushes over you. “Please put it in, daddy.”

“Go ahead,” I nod, prompting you to reach for the base of my cock.

You take hold of my shaft and line it up. I press my weight towards you, sending my tip between your tight lips. Your walls open in acceptance as my veiny shaft slides into you. I establish a steady pace, gliding my dick in and out. Your legs wrap around my hips, pulling me closer to your body. My lips find a soft patch of skin on your neck, and kissing sounds ring through your ear. My gliding pace increases as my teeth sink into your neck. “Fuck!” you let out.

“You’re so—fucking—sexy,” my words are strung together with pummeling thrusts. You reply with a set of poorly muffled moans. The feverish pleasure of being publicly torn into is a heavy burden to bear, and a few soft moans do little to alleviate the weight of it. You are desperate to moan wildly in a way that everyone in your office will hear. You need to let it out, but your clouded mind still has a slight grain of sanity.

My hips pound away at your body, to the point where a clapping sound is being produced from our unionized bodies. A sweltering fury builds between us. My eyes flare in a driven way. Volatile pleasure surges from your hips to the rest of your body. It’s clear to you that I’ve abandoned all external concerns. Decency is hardly on my mind. My sole focus is on you.

I pull my dick back, bringing my tip to your opening. Then, just as my tip starts to surface, I send a series of forceful shockwaves into you. “Fuck, Fuckk, FUCKKK,” you moan wildly as my juices burst inside you. Warm globs of cum shoot into your body, filling the tight spaces between our skin. My body shakes against yours. We press our lips together, quelling each others moans. But from behind the cubicle wall, our muddled brains start to hear concerned commotion.

I finalize my thrusting, then pull myself out. Quickly, I put on my underwear, then pants. I pull you off the desk, retrieve your chair, and help you reassume your working position just as someone comes around the corner. “What was that?” they ask.

Ignoring them, I pull my papers from your desk. “Thanks for taking a look at this report. Let me know what you find out, okay?” I say, still attempting to recover my normal breathing pace.

“Absolutely, I will make sure to do that,” you reply as I walk away.

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