She messaged me the address to her office.
This was a surprise.
We’ve been chatting online for a few days and have really hit it off. I don’t normally fuck around with the whole online flirting thing. Too many secrets. Plus, I’m just better face to face.
But something about her drew me in fast. She is different. Genuine. Every text she sends me glows with sweetness. She disarmed me right away.
Yes, it helps that she’s incredibly incredibly stunning to look at. Literally. Heart-stopping, breath-holding, blood-rushing stunning.
And the address that I’m now pasting into my maps app is the ticket to making the fantasy real.
It’s not often in a guy’s life where the fantasy girl at the center of recently elevated levels of your arousal and repeated masturbatory sessions is suddenly texting you her address.
Yet here I am.
The address text is made even more thrilling by one that comes after it.
“Oops. Forgot to mention that my boss and co-workers are all out of state. I’m the ‘unlucky’ girl that drew the short straw and has to watch the office. Alone.”
I almost drive off the road. Pretty sure my raging hard-on just shifted the steering wheel.
“Perhaps we can turn your luck around,” I texted back.
Fuck yes I’m texting and driving. Don’t judge me. A beautiful woman awaits. Being a rebel is called for.
I pull up to her building, go up the elevator to her floor and down the hall to her office. I’m actually fucking nervous. What has this girl done to me?
Before I walk in, I decide to text her first.
“I’m here. Just outside your office.”
A minute later I hear a voice behind me.
“Your not gonna fucking kill me are you? I’m gonna be super pissed if I just invited a serial killer to my office.”
I turn around and smile. Goddamn she’s even more striking in person. Her pics are always sexy, but seeing the whole package standing before you is another kind of arousal.
“Nah, killing’s not my thing,” I reply to her. “But I am gonna rob the shit out of you.”
“What are you thinking about,” she asks.
“But, Mr. Proper, we’ve only just met. That wouldn’t be very gentlemanly of you.”
“I’ll have you know, Miss B, that compared to the things you yourself have begged me to do to you, I think just wanting to kiss you is a valiant desire.”
“Then what the fuck are you wa–”
Before she can finish her sentence, I grab her by the waist and pull her to me forcefully. She gasps then smiles. I brush my nose against hers, smiling back, and then press my lips softly to hers.
Her eyes close as we twirl our lips around each other’s. No tongue, just our lips interlocking and dancing about.
For 3 minutes. 6 minutes. More. My lips are starting to tingle numb just from the sensation of kissing her for what feels like a taste of a wanted eternity. And I want more than a taste.
“Are you going to invite me in or should I just undress you in this hallway and have you right here in front of all these office gnomes.”
“I’m sure they’d all like to watch. They’re always staring.”
She’s talking about her DDD tits.
“I’d be staring too,” I tell her.
“But you haven’t even glanced at them once, yet. Don’t you like them?”
“I’m not even gonna answer that. A) you know I do. And B) I’ve been too busy staring into your eyes. It’s nice to see them, but even nicer to see the reflection of myself within them. And then there’s kissing you.”
We kiss again. More uncontrolled. Hands beginning to roam.
It is very ungentlemanly of me but I have to. There’s no way I can take it slow. No way I can focus on every detail of her the way I want to while feeling this way.
The urge is too strong. It clouds everything else. This played differently in my head on the way here, but seeing her in person ignites a desire like no other.
That’s why I’m bending her over a desk.
That’s why I’m lifting her skirt and sliding her panties over.
That’s why my cock is out and at her entrance.
A kiss in the hall and no other foreplay. So unlike me. But then again, this girl has made me feel things I haven’t felt in forever.
So I shove it in.
No easing, no teasing, no savoring every slow inch as it pushes in.
I plunge it in. Fully and all at once.
Because I have to.
And she is WET AS FUCK.
She wants it too as badly as I do.
Oh goddamn. Goddamn!!
This revelation escalates my desire even more. A passion reciprocated— the hottest fucking feeling.
Ten days ago, we’d never talked. Ten minutes ago I saw her for the first time. Ten seconds ago I wasn’t even inside of her. Now I couldn’t fuck her hard enough.
I’m pounding away at her like a madman. A man possessed with such a ridiculous want, that I’ve thrown all customs and ritual out the window and like an animal I’m fucking her ferociously.
Her pussy is as perfect as the rest of her. And to top it off, she’s orgasmic.
I hear her scream into the desk. I feel her clinch around my cock. I grab a fistful of her hair and fuck her even more.
I spin her over to her back. Shit is falling off the desk everywhere. She busts open her sweater, I shove the top of her dress down her shoulders revealing her bra.
Pink and barely containing her perfectly full breasts.
I fuck her harder still.
Her tits rock back and forth, quickly falling out of the bra.
Fuck her nipples are perfect. My fingers MUST have them and I circle them lightly before pinching her brilliant tips firmly as I plunge my dick in and out in full deep thrusts.
She’s cumming again and this time the sight of her gorgeous face in orgasmic knots is pushing me over the edge. Her sweet cum moans ring in my ear and invade my brain.
I welcome it, every sense of our fuck, every way I can experience her O consumes me and pushes me over the edge.
I scream her name and erupt.
Gushes of me pump inside of her.
No condom. No pulling out.
Just loads of my thick hot cum filling her up. She moans wildly as she feels it pumping inside her. I cum so goddamned hard that I’m dizzy, but I can’t stop. I want more of this spectacular woman.
Immediately I drop to my knees. I never even bothered to take her panties off and now they’re all soiled in my cum and her juices.
I slide her soaked knickers off of her and pin her hands underneath her as I dive into her delicious cum-filled sex. As I lick her deeply, I tie her hands together with her own soaked panties.
Slightly bound, fully clothed with her tits busting out and legs thrown over my shoulders, this goddess cums louder and harder than any woman I’ve ever heard as I lick and lick and lick her religiously. My thumb in her ass, my tongue artfully working her clitoris, I drain her in waves and waves of climax.
My beard is soaked in us.
The room is ringing with the sound of her.
She smells every bit as delightful as she tastes and I can’t stop staring at this masterpiece of sex and beauty before me.
My cock fully hard again, I must have her again.
I step over the desk debris that’s fallen to the floor and mount her head, dangling off the desktop.
She opens her mouth wantingly and slowly I feed her my throbbing beast, still coated in her delectable sex.
She moans into my piece.
I grab her mountainous tits firmly and pump her mouth in a slow calm rhythm.
I love feeling her mouth against me.
Loving it every bit as much as me.
My climax hits me fast and I want to pull out and pay tribute to this living angel by spraying her in my desire, but I can’t pull out.
Feels so fucking right.
So I let her drain me, consume me and once again I’m draining my nut inside her.
And like a savory nectar, she vocalizes her pleasure as she swallows my every shot.
This woman!! Goddamn!!
I pull my dick from her mouth and replace it with my kiss as I reach down and touch her body more.
We kiss and kiss, deeply, slowly, our breath in perfect unison, working ourselves back up again, a perfect loop of desire, no ending in sight.
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