The picture that my colleaguesent to me turned me into a randy little whore. I spent most of Tuesday
afternoon squeezing my thighs together rhythmically in an attempt to satisfy
the impossible itch in my knickers, but that only made things worse.
I nipped away from my desk to
visit the toilets and finger myself so often that anyone else would have
suspected that I had some awful urinary infection. Lora followed me on one
occasion and tapped on the cubicle door to be allowed in, then proceeded to
squat down on the floor and offer me oral relief.
I have never had a pregnant
woman go down on me before. As “added spice” it’s not to be sniffed at. I
pushed my cunt to the edge of the toilet seat so that her tongue could fill my
vagina, and I curled my hand around the back of her head to pull her mouth
against my wriggling cunt until I sobbed into my open palm to stifle the noise
of my orgasm.
When we returned to our desks,
she knew that I wasn’t yet satisfied. “You
want a cock, don’t you?” she said.
I may be wrong, but she seemed
to nod in the direction of Paul’s office. This is important because it may have
been the first time that Lora has ever encouraged me to fuck my boss.
So I sent him a copy of the
photo and in the email I said, “And you
WILL fuck me before I go home”.
It took forever for the office
to empty and I was as horny as Hell. I
tried to look busy, but I was mostly looking at the collection of erotica on my
PC with a hand in my knickers. When it finally emptied I marched into my
boss’s room, closed the door and shut the blinds.
Paul was talking to his wife
on the phone as I unbuttoned my skirt and pulled my wet knickers down. I played
with my cunt with one hand and offered Paul my cunt-soaked panties to sniff as
he spoke to Sarah. I bent over between him and his desk and wiggled my naked bottom
in his face.
He put the phone down, stood
up and entered me in a single movement. His cock felt wonderful.
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