Office distraction
She couldn’t take it anymore….he had looked at her with those sexy sultry eyes all day. He had come to her office and leaned over her so she could smell his potent cologne while he was peeking down her blouse at her black bra. When he walked by her at the copy machine he had patted and pinched her ass all day. He had texted her sexual inuendo and fantasy all day from his office. She had waited long enough and she was going to take matters into her own hands. She sat in her chair….wriggling her ass in her tight little dress. She finally got them off. She then stood, picked up a stack of papers and walked her horny ass right into his office. She walked over to his desk and stood beside him at his chair. She sat the stack of papers down and waited for him to look up at her. Leaning down to put her mouth next to his ear she whispered “get your ass in the bathroom and fuck me right now” as she tucked her matching black lace thong into his shirt pocket. She then turned and walked away towards the bathrooms as she swayed her plump ass back towards him.
Her heart raced as she felt the fabric of her dress cling to her body, her breaths coming in short, anticipatory gasps. The click of her heels echoed down the hallway, each step a deliberate taunt that grew more pronounced with every passing moment. His eyes followed her, his gaze burning into the sway of her hips. The air was thick with desire, a palpable force that seemed to push them both towards the same inevitable destination.
As she reached the bathroom door, she paused for the briefest of moments, glancing back over her shoulder. He was standing up now, his eyes locked onto hers. She watched as his hand discreetly slipped to his crotch, adjusting the growing bulge that strained against the fabric of his trousers. A knowing smile played at the corners of her lips as she saw the hunger in his gaze. The corner of her mouth lifted in a silent challenge, and she pushed the door open before disappearing into the dimly lit room.
Her heels clicked against the cold tiles of the bathroom floor, the sound seemingly amplified in the empty space. She leaned against the sink, her chest heaving with anticipation. The scent of her arousal mingled with the faint aroma of his cologne that still lingered on her skin from their earlier encounters. She could feel the warmth radiating from her core, spreading through her body like wildfire.
He inconspicuously walked out of his office, his eyes scanning the area for any prying glances. He took a deep breath, trying to compose himself, and headed towards the bathrooms. Each step was measured, as if the very air was thick with the weight of their shared desire. His heart pounded in his chest, a steady drumbeat that matched the rhythm of her whispers echoing in his mind. He glanced around the corner, making sure the coast was clear before strolling casually in her direction.
The moment he pushed open the bathroom door, she pounced. Her arms latched around him like a vice, her body pressing into his, and her lips found his without hesitation. He stumbled backward, caught off-guard by her urgency, but didn’t resist. Instead, he wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her even closer, his hands slipping down to cup the firm, round curves of her ass. Her kiss was fierce, demanding, and it sent a jolt of electricity through his body that made his cock throb.
Now he got his bearings and his hand slid back behind him, fumbling for the lock. With a click, the door was secured, granting them the privacy they both craved. He reached back and tightly grabbed her arms, spinning her around to face the mirror. They were both reflected in the glass, her flushed cheeks and heated gaze meeting his own in a silent declaration of need.
With surprising force, he pushed her against the sink ledge, making her gasp. Her hands instinctively gripped the cold porcelain to steady herself as he bunched the fabric of her dress up around her waist, almost ripping it in his haste. She could feel the cool air kiss her skin as he exposed her, the anticipation building within her like a storm about to break.
One hand remained firmly planted on her waist, holding her in place as if she might bolt. His other hand, however, had a mind of its own. It shot back and slapped her ass, the sound echoing in the small bathroom. A jolt of pleasure shot through her, making her moan and arch her back. He watched their reflection in the mirror, the smack leaving a pink handprint that stood out against her pale skin. Then, his hand moved to rub the spot, his touch gentle but firm, sending waves of heat radiating from the point of impact.
“That’s for walking around the office with no panties on,” he murmured, his eyes locked on hers through the mirror. The corner of his mouth twitched into a smirk as he delivered the second spank, harder than the first. She gasped, her cheeks flushing an even deeper shade of red.
With one hand still planted firmly on her waist, keeping her in place, his other hand began to rub down her ass, tracing the curve of her cheeks before slipping under the fabric to find her slick folds. Her pussy was already swollen and wet, begging for his touch. She bit her lip to stifle a moan as his fingers grazed her clit, sending a shiver down her spine. His touch was rough yet tender, a delicious contrast to the coolness of the sink beneath her.
Her eyes never left his in the mirror as she felt his hand leave her waist, only to watch him grip the fabric of his pants and pull them down. His erection sprang free, thick and hard. The sight of him, so barely restrained, made her core clench with need. He stepped closer, the heat of his body radiating against her back, his cock nudging against her.
He stopped worrying about her and slid into her wet pussy with a deep, satisfying groan. She felt herself stretch around him, her muscles tightening to grip his length as he pushed in inch by inch. The sensation was overwhelming, a mix of pain and pleasure that had her knees threatening to buckle. But she held firm, her breath hitching in her throat as she adjusted to the feeling of being so completely filled.
He slaps her ass again and looks up asking her “You like that, you little cum whore?”
“Yes,” she whimpered, her voice a desperate plea. “I like it.”
He chuckled darkly, the sound sending a thrill through her. His grip on her hips tightened, and he began to thrust into her with increasing force. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the small room, punctuating the silence with each powerful drive. Her breasts bounced with every movement, and she watched their reflection in the mirror, her eyes glazed with lust.
Suddenly, he reached around and slapped his hand over her mouth, muffling the moans that had been growing louder. His eyes bore into hers, the intensity of his gaze making her tremble with desire. The hand that had been playing with her ass now wrapped around her neck, his thumb tracing the line of her jaw as he held her in place. She could feel his muscles tighten and his breathing quicken, the pressure of his hand on her mouth a stark reminder of his dominance.
He thrust into her harder, his movements growing erratic. Her eyes widened with shock and pleasure as she realized he was close to climax. The feeling of his cock swelling inside her was almost too much to bear, and she could feel her own orgasm building in response. He grunted, the hand on her neck tightening slightly, and she knew he was moments away from release.
His grip on her might bruise, but she didn’t care. She was lost in the sensation of his thickness moving within her, the feeling of being claimed and used. It was everything she had been craving all day, and she met each thrust with a needy whimper that was barely contained by his palm..
Suddenly, he stiffened as he came hard. His hips bucked against her, driving his cock deep into her quivering pussy. She could feel his warm release fill her, the sensation pushing her over the edge. Her climax hit like a tidal wave, her body shaking so violently that the sink counter rattled beneath her.
Her eyes squeezed shut, she held still, letting the intensity of the orgasm wash over her. The hand over her mouth muffled her screams, the pressure from his grip on her neck adding to the delicious mix of sensations. She could feel every muscle in her body clench and release, her pussy pulsing around his cock like a vice.
Finally, he pulled out of her with a wet pop, releasing her. He stepped back, his chest heaving as he took in the sight of her: her dress hiked up, her thighs glistening with their combined juices, and her face flushed with desire. For a moment, she remained leaning against the sink, her legs trembling slightly from the force of her climax.
Then, with a grace that seemed almost predatory, she slowly turned to face him. He watched as she sank to her knees, her eyes never leaving his. He felt his cock, still pulsing with the aftershocks of his orgasm, bob between her full, reddened lips. The sight of her on her knees before him, her eyes shining with a mix of submission and challenge, was almost too much to bear.
Without a word, she leaned forward and took him into her mouth once more. Her tongue swirled around his sensitive tip, lapping up the remnants of their shared pleasure. She tasted herself on him, a flavor that only heightened her arousal. Each stroke was deliberate, her eyes never leaving his as she worked to clean him spotless.
He watched her for a moment, his chest still rising and falling rapidly. Then, with a smug smile, he reached into his pocket and pulled out her black lace thong. “Clean up with these, you little slut, and get back to work” he ordered, pushing the fabric into her mouth. The fabric was warm and slightly damp with his scent, and she knew that he had been handling it the whole time. She bit down lightly, the fabric feeling rough against her tongue, as he turned and began to tuck himself back into his pants. The zipper rasped upwards, a harsh sound in the otherwise quiet bathroom.
Without another word, he turned and opened the door, slipping out into the hallway. She heard his footsteps fade away, leaving her alone in the post-coital haze. She remained on her knees for a moment longer, the fabric of her dress still bunched around her waist, her pussy throbbing with the echoes of their encounter.
