donewiththisplatform
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I've been having thoughts about my colleague who's hitting on me! I feel so horny thinking about some things... Just wrote something FICTIONAL this week.
It's was lunch break. The office was half-empty, the hum of the AC the only sound as I “accidentally” brush against him in the copy room. His hand shoots out, fingers curling around my wrist, pulling me into the supply closet before I can pretend it was an accident. The door clicks shut. The space is tight, shelves digging into my back as he crowds me, his cologne was tempting, filling my lungs.
I'd wear this for him as seen in the photo the deep cut just makes it even more sexy, just to grab his attention...
(Photo)
*"You’re playing a dangerous game, Pranali,"* he murmurs in my ear, his thumb tracing the pulse at my wrist. *"But I like it."* His touches make me feel so good.
“I’m not playing,” I breathe, arching into him. His free hand lands on my waist, then slides up, thumb grazing the underside of my breast through my blouse. A whimper escapes me. “I want you to *fuck* me. Right here. Before someone walks in.” I'm so horny, fucking horny!
His chuckle is dark, triumphant. “Dirty girl.” Then his mouth is on mine, hot and demanding, tongue sweeping in to claim me. I moan into the kiss of his lips, my hands fumbling with his belt. He’s already hard, the outline of his cock thick against his slacks. I palm him, and he groans, hips jerking into my touch.
*"Fuck, you’re gonna get me fired dude..."* he says to me in the moment.
“Worth it,” I gasp, dropping to my knees. The closet is cramped, the carpet rough under my bare knees as I free him. His cock is heavy in my hand, veins throbbing, his precum at the tip of his dick. I lick it off, savoring the salty taste, then take him deep. Rubbing his cock... His fingers tangle in my hair, guiding me, hips rolling up to meet my mouth. *"That’s it, take it all, baby. Just like that.... "* His voice is rough, strained, and I hollow my cheeks, swallowing around him until his thighs tremble.
He yanks me up, spinning me to face the shelf. My hands press against the cold metal as he shoves my skirt up, my thong aside. Two fingers slide through my wetness, then thrust inside. His fingers feeling my insides... *"So fucking ready for me."* I whine, pushing back against his hand, but he pulls away, leaving me empty. The sound of his zipper is obscene in the quiet. Then—*finally*—the thick head of his cock notches at the skin of my pussy
He doesn’t go slow. One sharp thrust, and he’s buried to the hilt, stretching me, filling me so perfectly I see stars. My cry is muffled against my arm as he sets a brutal pace, the shelf rattling with every snap of his hips. *"You like that, huh? Like being my little office slut?"* His words are filthy, his voice a growl in my ear, and I come with a broken sob, my pussy clenching around him. But I like it!
He doesn’t stop. His hand slides around my hip, fingers finding my clit, rubbing in tight circles as he fucks me through the first orgasm, coaxing out another. *"One more, baby. Come on my cock again."* I’m boneless, my legs shaking, but the second orgasm hits harder, my vision whiting out as I scream into my sleeve. He buries his face in my neck, his release spilling inside me in hot pulses, his cock twitching as he empties himself. It feels so good. He likes it without condom, just as I like it, feeling the friction!
We’re both panting, sweaty, when he pulls out. I can feel him dripping down my thighs, the sticky proof of what we just did. He turns me around, kisses me slow and deep, like we have all the time in the world. Then he smirks. *"Guess we’re skipping the team meeting."*
Damn! I laugh, fixing my skirt. “It was worth it.”
Wishing for something like this to happen someday in real.
It's was lunch break. The office was half-empty, the hum of the AC the only sound as I “accidentally” brush against him in the copy room. His hand shoots out, fingers curling around my wrist, pulling me into the supply closet before I can pretend it was an accident. The door clicks shut. The space is tight, shelves digging into my back as he crowds me, his cologne was tempting, filling my lungs.
I'd wear this for him as seen in the photo the deep cut just makes it even more sexy, just to grab his attention...
(Photo)
*"You’re playing a dangerous game, Pranali,"* he murmurs in my ear, his thumb tracing the pulse at my wrist. *"But I like it."* His touches make me feel so good.
“I’m not playing,” I breathe, arching into him. His free hand lands on my waist, then slides up, thumb grazing the underside of my breast through my blouse. A whimper escapes me. “I want you to *fuck* me. Right here. Before someone walks in.” I'm so horny, fucking horny!
His chuckle is dark, triumphant. “Dirty girl.” Then his mouth is on mine, hot and demanding, tongue sweeping in to claim me. I moan into the kiss of his lips, my hands fumbling with his belt. He’s already hard, the outline of his cock thick against his slacks. I palm him, and he groans, hips jerking into my touch.
*"Fuck, you’re gonna get me fired dude..."* he says to me in the moment.
“Worth it,” I gasp, dropping to my knees. The closet is cramped, the carpet rough under my bare knees as I free him. His cock is heavy in my hand, veins throbbing, his precum at the tip of his dick. I lick it off, savoring the salty taste, then take him deep. Rubbing his cock... His fingers tangle in my hair, guiding me, hips rolling up to meet my mouth. *"That’s it, take it all, baby. Just like that.... "* His voice is rough, strained, and I hollow my cheeks, swallowing around him until his thighs tremble.
He yanks me up, spinning me to face the shelf. My hands press against the cold metal as he shoves my skirt up, my thong aside. Two fingers slide through my wetness, then thrust inside. His fingers feeling my insides... *"So fucking ready for me."* I whine, pushing back against his hand, but he pulls away, leaving me empty. The sound of his zipper is obscene in the quiet. Then—*finally*—the thick head of his cock notches at the skin of my pussy
He doesn’t go slow. One sharp thrust, and he’s buried to the hilt, stretching me, filling me so perfectly I see stars. My cry is muffled against my arm as he sets a brutal pace, the shelf rattling with every snap of his hips. *"You like that, huh? Like being my little office slut?"* His words are filthy, his voice a growl in my ear, and I come with a broken sob, my pussy clenching around him. But I like it!
He doesn’t stop. His hand slides around my hip, fingers finding my clit, rubbing in tight circles as he fucks me through the first orgasm, coaxing out another. *"One more, baby. Come on my cock again."* I’m boneless, my legs shaking, but the second orgasm hits harder, my vision whiting out as I scream into my sleeve. He buries his face in my neck, his release spilling inside me in hot pulses, his cock twitching as he empties himself. It feels so good. He likes it without condom, just as I like it, feeling the friction!
We’re both panting, sweaty, when he pulls out. I can feel him dripping down my thighs, the sticky proof of what we just did. He turns me around, kisses me slow and deep, like we have all the time in the world. Then he smirks. *"Guess we’re skipping the team meeting."*
Damn! I laugh, fixing my skirt. “It was worth it.”
Wishing for something like this to happen someday in real.
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