As you finish another seemingly interminable phone call, the last in a long line of frustrations, your arms are suddenly restrained, the receiver clattering to the desk. You exhale sharply as two strong hands cup your breasts, thumbs rubbing your nipples as the fingers gently lift and squeeze your full bosom. As your body is enveloped by the figure behind you, your hands fall to your sides and your breathing quickens in anticipation. The hands working over your breasts, sliding up your chest and across your collarbones, thick fingers gently squeezing your nipples as they stiffen from the attention through your bra. As they slip down your chest again, your shirt is parted around your shoulders and tucked under your bra, exposing the sheer black fabric. The hands caressing you move up your neck, to your to your chin, to your jawline, behind your ears and grasp your flowing hair, giving a forceful tug. Fingers trace your back, finding the clasp, unfastening your bra as your breasts relax and spill further out of your top. A few of your coworkers notice your increasing state of undress and arousal, as your moans, quiet at first become more audible over the murmur of the office. Some of your coworkers are watching from afar, in curiosity or shock. You look up and see their gaze transfix on your increasingly naked form, as your bra lifts over your head and falls to the floor. The cool office air causes your nipples to tighten, becoming hard nubs on your soft, supple breasts. Young and old, the crowd increases as the men duck behind cubicles and the women shift uncomfortably, wetness forming between their legs. Moist fingers pull on your nipples and release, letting your breasts fall, jiggling and tugging on the surrounding skin. The hands moving from pawing at your chest to spread your legs, opening them forcefully, causing your skirt to ride up and display the damp spot in your panties to the crowd . Then, as one arm supports your breasts, the other would rub your thighs, making sure your legs stay open for everyone to see. Two fingers massaging your slit through the thin fabric, making you even wetter as it pushes the material between your lips. Another tug on your hair snapping your head back so I could kiss you, running my tongue over your lips before forcing its way inside and circling your tongue, a faint clicking of my piercing against teeth seeming to echo inside your mind. Lifting your skirt, my hand sliding between fabric and flesh, a finger entering your soaking cunt, bulging against the lacy cloth as I built a rhythm, slipping in and out of you, rubbing your spot as i lift your shirt to your bicep, until it was just a band under your heaving breasts, holding your arms to your sides. My palm traveling down your chest, between your cleavage then to the bottom of your breast, up the front, then crossing over and down the other side, giving both breasts the attention they crave. Swirling my finger inside of you, the steady back and forth replaced by small circles against the top, causing you to tingle as your muscles tense and a flood of cum soaks your underwear. Spinning your chair around and dropping the back, I’d kneel, lifting your legs over my shoulder while removing your skirt and underwear, tossing them to the gathering crowd to fight over. Lowering the chair, my zipper traveling down with you, letting my hard cock spring free and let you start to stroke the shaft, rubbing your thumb over the top to coat it in my juices. Your shirt tightening, lifting your breasts higher, brushing them against the tip of my stiff shaft, slapping the head against your soft flesh then rubbing the tip on your nipples in tight circles, causing a sticky rope of precum to stretch like a chain between them. My hand moving to your neck, pulling your head closer to my thick, throbbing cock, which you readily devour. Sliding your hot, wet lips down my shaft, pressing against the bottom with your tongue. Tasting my desire, sending you into a frenzy, bobbing your head back and forth as your suck on me, your hands rubbing the stickiness on your tits into your skin and pulling them with your whole hand. Grabbing my waist, pulling me closer so you could get nearly the entire length into your mouth, causing the men in the crowd to cheer for your wanton abandon. Pulling my throbbing cock out of your hot, wet mouth, circling the head with the tip of your tongue, feeling your hot breath over wet skin, I then watch you lick from the base up to the tip before wrapping your mouth around my shaft and drawing me into your mouth again. Alternating between these motions until my cock was swollen, almost too large to fit in your mouth. Looking up at me, demanding, “Fuck Me.” Read more »