I wasn’t hungry on lunch, so he made me a creampie [fm]

I’m currently loving on memories from my last office romance, so here’s another story for you all. My work husband Chase had become my fuck buddy a few weeks prior, and my life was feeling amazing. We would spend a decent portion of our days sending dirty texts while sitting a mere 100 feet apart, passing flirty glances to each other in the hallway, and sometimes the occasional teasing touch if we were alone in a room together. But for the most part, we kept our distance from each other and maintained a respectable level of professionalism…except for the days I’d wear a toy around the office anyway. I’m generally submissive and let him set the tone in the office, and he’s a quiet guy who really doesn’t try to bring attention to himself.

I liked our dirty little secret, especially since more often than not our days would end at his apartment with me pressed into his mattress, or straddling him on the couch, or bent over his kitchen counter as we let loose on each other. Outside of work, Chase was far more animated and passionate, but still dominated me with a quiet and respectful resolve. It was a fucking hot dynamic that brought me to my knees on a regular basis and enjoying a steady amount of orgasms.

This routine was easy to adapt to. Work, flirt, fuck, repeat. On a boring work day, I’d send him a picture of my tits from the bathroom stall. On difficult days, I’d shoot him a text about how I needed him to fuck me harder than the day was, and he would happily oblige. That particular day ended with his dick in my ass and both of us with satisfied smiles on our faces.

Anyway, this day was a result of Chase going out of state for a week, and my adapting quickly to being penetrated by him on an almost daily basis. In that week, we were pretty much in constant contact and sexting, but it wasn’t the same. I spent a considerable amount of time with my hitachi between my legs, and I realized just how unbearable the office was without him in it.

We talked about meeting up on Sunday night but he ended up getting back into town late. Needless to say by the time I saw him on Monday morning, my panties were thoroughly soaked by my second cup of coffee. We shared a smile as I walked by his desk, and after a small amount of time I stopped by his cube to ask about his trip.

We made pleasant small talk while I (probably not so subtly) eye fucked the shit out of him. After a few minutes of catching up, I walked back to my desk, happy and horny to have Chase back around.

I’d barely sat down at my desk when I got a text from him asking what I was doing for lunch. Lunch wasn’t really our territory as I usually went to the building’s cafeteria with friends, and he usually stayed at his desk. I asked him what he had in mind. He asked if I wanted to come over to his apartment. I couldn’t tell if he was dying to hook up as much as I was (my dick-deprived brain couldn’t think straight), or if he just wanted to catch up. I decided to play it straight as I wanted to end my current suffering, and told him I wasn’t in the mood for food. He responded with “lol me either.” Game on.

I met him at his car in the parking garage and seconds later we were hungrily making out. We managed the seven minute drive to his apartment with my hand stroking his hard on over his pants and wishing I could pull it out already.

We made our way into his apartment and I finally got my wish. Chase had barely shut the door before my hands were working on his belt to free his cock from his work pants, and moments later I was going to town on his shaft, his hands grabbing and messing up my hair I’d straightened that morning. I heard him swear after a couple minutes and he warned he wasn’t going to last if I kept it up. I stood up and we headed to his bedroom.

He unbuttoned my blouse and unhooked my bra, and I moved to step out of my pencil skirt. Chase instructed me to leave it on and a new wave of lust bubbled inside of me. I laid on his bed, excited as he stripped out of his clothes. He flipped me over so I was on all fours, and I felt his hands work to push my skirt further up my thighs to up around my waist, and my thong down to my knees. I felt him grab my ass and he squeeze it, and seconds later I felt his dick teasing my slit, adjusting to the wetness before plunging the rest inside me.

I moaned while he fucked me like his dick had been starved for pussy. His balls slapped against me as he fucked in me in quick, hard strokes that filled me and made me cry out. I wasn’t going to last long and I knew my pussy was coating his dick in lady juice. We knew it had to be a quick session anyway, but I was going to get mine quickly. I felt the buildup to an orgasm and I cried out that I was about to cum and he grunted out that he was close. I didn’t want to lose the feeling and I begged him to cum in me. I lost my mind a few moments later, shaking and cumming harder than I had in days as he was relentlessly pounding me out and a short time later he paused as a warm stream of cum filled me.

Chase stayed inside me for a couple seconds, both of us relishing in how hot of a session that was. My hair was a mess, my makeup was smeared slightly, but fixable. I felt his cum drip down my thigh as he pulled out, and he said he’d grab a towel. I used it lightly, but really I mostly rubbed his jizz into my skin and pulled my thong back up, knowing some of it was still inside me and relishing in how I’d get to walk around the office all afternoon covered in his cum.

We made it back to work with a few minutes to spare, and both ready for future rounds after 5 pm. He’d later tell me how hot it was to know I was filled with him as I walked by his desk that day. We had a few more lunch sessions but mostly tried to be discrete. This one was by far the hottest from how pent up we were.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/a8rcs3/i_wasnt_hungry_on_lunch_so_he_made_me_a_creampie