0 comments/ 25588 views/ 0 favorites Office Romp By: Bubblegum Torture was the only way to describe how it felt sitting across from your office. Seeing you everyday, admiring you from afar. I could never get up the nerve to say more than a mumbled “hello”. You were always so outgoing and flirty, a hearty handshake for the men, and a warm, familiar hello for the women. I shivered whenever we passed in the hall, the scent of your Grey Flannel cologne staying with me for hours. I was attracted to you in many ways, number one being a very strong urge to have wild, passionate sex with you. The others didn’t seem very important after that. On Tuesday, when you came over and helped me with my computer problem, I nearly fainted at your closeness. My nipples pressed hard against the material of my blouse, as you leaned over me to get to the keyboard. I closed my eyes and cherished your closeness. Admiring your lean body and imagining it pressed close to mine. I couldn’t believe how wet and hot my pussy was getting. I noticed you had button fly jeans on, and how firm your cock looked resting against your right thigh. I began to squirm in my chair, picturing my tongue and teeth on those buttons. When you were finished with my computer, you leaned back and looked at me. Our eyes lingered for just a moment. I couldn’t help but notice a faint flicker of arousal in your eyes. I was almost giddy with delight, knowing that you were attracted to me also. “Well, I think that takes care of your problem.” You explained, heading towards the door. “Thank you.” I stammered, wondering if you knew what my real problem was. “No problem, I’m just across the hall if you need me for anything.” You said, eyes flashing, your smile warm and inviting. Oh how I needed you. I needed your body thrown across mine, your cock, thick and hard, thrusting into my tight pussy. I could barely concentrate the rest of the afternoon, work piling up around me, as thoughts of you invaded my mind. When 5 o’clock came, I was anxious to get home and “take care” of the aching throb in my pussy. The rest of the week went by agonizingly slow. You were busy, running in and out of meetings. I was swamped, barely keeping up with the flow, exhausted every afternoon when it came time to leave. On Friday, everyone’s mood had lightened up. Donuts, bagels, and other assorted goodies were brought in. I brushed by you on the way to the kitchen, blushing as you smiled down on me. “How are you today?” you asked, a warm smile on your face. “Still busy, looks like I’ll be working tomorrow.” I explained, trying not to sound whiney. “Me too, I have a lot to take care of before my vacation next week.” You said. “Well, guess I’ll see you tomorrow then.” I answered, hiding the agony of you being gone for a week. Saturday morning, I woke up early. Taking some extra time on my appearance, leaving my hair loose and flowing down my back, glossing my lips with my favorite bubblegum flavored lip gloss, and squirting a musk-scented body spray all over my body. I was tempted to wear my shortest skirt and tightest sweater, but opted instead for some faded jeans and a bulky sweater. I did, however, choose a sexy blue bra with a little bow in the center, and some matching panties. I was pleased with the way the sweater, although bulky, molded my breasts. Overall I was happy with my appearance, I was hoping you would be too. When I arrived at the office, the only car in the lot was yours. I was ecstatic. Crazy thoughts running through my head, of us, locked in a tight embrace. Grabbing my things, I hurried into the office, anxious to see you, and to be seen by you. When I reached my cubicle, I could hear you on the phone, laughing. I turned slowly to wave, and was surprised to see you smiling at me, a gleam in your eye. Fumbling to my desk, I hid my blushing cheeks behind the monitor. We both worked silently for a few hours, the only sounds were our fingers clicking on the keyboard. Lunchtime rolled around, but I didn’t want to leave if you were staying. Staring out my window, I began to daydream of your lips pressed against mine. Suddenly, a burst of laughter from your office jolted me back to reality. “Hey, come on over here.” You called from your office. “I want to show you something.” “Coming.” I replied, trying not to sound too excited, as I dashed over to your office. When I stepped into your office, you were still laughing and pointing at your monitor, motioning me closer for a look. I glanced at the screen, giggles escaping my lips when I saw the cartoon playing on your computer. Our heads almost touching, we both chuckled at the scene playing out before us. Your scent invaded my head, my thoughts grew blurry, and before I realized what I was doing, I leaned down and kissed your lips. “Oh My God, I’m so sorry.” I cried, stumbling back. “I don’t know what I was thinking.” Grabbing my wrist, you smiled. “It’s okay, I was wanting to do the same thing, you just beat me to it.” Pulling me closer to you, you reached up and tenderly drew my lips to yours. The kiss was electrifying. My body was on fire, as your arms wrapped around me. My heart was beating hard in my chest, and my nipples tingled, as your lips tasted mine. I sucked hungrily on your tongue, sliding my tongue along your teeth. Your hands found their way under my sweater, and my skin burned as you caressed the small of my back. I moaned softly into your mouth, my desire for you becoming unbearable. Breaking our kiss, you roughly pulled me onto your lap. Wrapping my legs around your waist, I nipped and tugged at your ear lobe with my teeth. My hot breathe tickling you. I could feel your cock growing hard against me. Wriggling on your lap, until my pussy was positioned right over your cock. The denim of my jeans felt so confining now, making me wish I had worn a skirt. Your hands gripped my ass, fingers pressing into the denim and the flesh. It was all so much, I felt wet and hot and hungry. I was delirious with passion, as you kissed and sucked on my neck, up to my ear. You growled into my ear, letting me hear your desire, and I felt a gush of juice between my legs. “Is this really happening?” I whispered, afraid to end this moment.” “Yes,” you growled. “Its finally not a dream.” Pulling my arms up, you tugged the sweater over my head, smiling at the little bow on my bra. Leaning in, you licked playfully at the blow, before unclasping the bra and yanking it off. My nipples were hard, aching for your touch. You palmed my breasts with each hand, gliding your thumbs gently over the nipples. I was moaning louder, pulling your mouth to my breasts, wanting you to devour them. As you eagerly sucked on one nipple, your hand flicked and pinched the other. My hand snuck down between us, rubbing my pussy, while the knuckles rubbed your cock. It felt so thick, so ready for me. I lifted myself off your lap, standing in front of you. Slowly, I unzipped my jeans, watching your eyes follow my hand. Pushing the jeans, along with my panties, down my hips, letting them fall to my ankles, then stepping out of them. Your eyes burned into me, as I teasingly placed my fingers into the curly hair covering my mound. I kneeled on the floor in front of you, leaning back to give you a full view of my aroused pussy. My fingers moving around my clit, slick with my juices. I watched as you released your hard cock from your jeans, licking my lips at the sight of your manhood. Our eyes met, staring longingly at each other, as we both stroked and caressed ourselves. I reached between your legs, lightly stroking your shaft, feeling it twitch in my hand. My tongue darted out, licking the very tip of your cock, savoring the drop of precum. I wrapped my lips around your shaft, sucking slowly down. I could feel it pulsing in my mouth, as your fingers tangled in my hair. Grabbing my chin, you pulled my mouth off your cock, and smiled. “I want you on your knees. I want to feel your ass grinding against me.” You commanded. Getting into position, hands and knees on the floor, I looked back to see you positioning your cock at my opening. Grabbing my hips, you plunged in to the hilt. I gasped in surprise as your thickness filled my quivering pussy. Rocking slowly, you thrust your cock in and out of my pussy, teasing me. I was at your mercy, trying hard to keep you in me, moaning each time you pulled out. I reached beneath me, and began rubbing my clit with one finger, flicking your cock with another. Playfully, you pulled your cock out and smacked my ass with it, before thrusting back in hard. I cried out, increasing the friction of my finger on my clit. Each time you plunged in your fingers dug into the flesh on my ass, harder with every thrust. I could feel the fire burning in my belly, as waves of pleasure enveloped every nerve in my body. I could feel the heat rising, feel the juices welling up in my pussy. I was so close to release. Pumping harder and faster, your balls crushed against my ass, you began to breathe raggedly. Hearing your moans, knowing you were about to cum, I let go of my orgasm. Shuddering, arching my back, I bucked hard against you as I came. My juices gushed over your cock and down your thigh. I felt your cock pulse, and you pulled out suddenly, shooting your hot, sticky cum across my back. Droplets ran down the crack of my, mixing with my juices. Spent, you collapsed on top of me, moaning softly in my ear. I lay there, enjoying the warmth of your body, basking in the heat of our passion. I squirmed beneath you, turning to find your lips. Kissing you softly, hugging you close. “Saturdays in the office will not be as bad as I thought.” I murmured quietly into your ear. “Not anymore.” You chuckled, pulling me into a tight embrace. Office Romp Eric sat at his cubicle, finally able to relax. He was tired, having had to complete a very comprehensive report which was due the next day. He was almost done, so he was gathering his senses now, idly staring at his desk as he twirled a pen in his hand. Just then he heard footsteps close to his cubicle. He stood up to get a look outside. He was greeted by the sight of the ample bottoms of Melissa and Valerie swaying as they walked away towards the copy room. They both often attracted the eyeballs of everyone at the office. He was new here, but that didn't stop him from wanting to make love to them like every other guy at the office. He wasn't sure whom he would pick if given the choice. He hadn't spoken to either of them, so the basis would be completely shallow-not that he cared about such an accusation. He didn't prefer one hair colour over another, so Valerie being a blonde and Melissa a brunette would have no bearing on his decision. They were both equally attractive. Melissa dressed better though. She seemed to be able to maintain a perfect balance between appearing professional and at the same time revealing enough to make you want to rip the light fabric off her. Unlike Valerie she rarely wore a suit. Then again, Valerie's cleavage held a promise of better tits. They always seemed to strain against her shirt, he would be happy to help them out. He realised he was smiling and brought himself out of his little fantasy. He adjusted his pants to get rid of his discomfort. They were in the copy room for quite some time, he thought to himself. He cleared his throat; he needed some water. He walked out of his cubicle and towards the water stand. He filled himself a glass and slowly sipped the water, while staring at the door to the copy room. They still hadn't come out. Then the door opened and Melissa walked out. She paused after a few steps, a dazed look on her face. She then adjusted her hair and clothes. He continued to watch her; she didn't seem to notice him. She licked her lips and then brought up her hand to wipe them with a finger; surprisingly she then slowly licked the finger. He was beginning to enjoy the sight, but in a moment she was walking towards the exit to his left. When she came closer, she saw him, still holding his glass. She noticeably stared at his crotch and licked her lips, and then seemingly catching herself, she looked up at him and smiled briefly. She then proceeded out the doorway. He couldn't help but stare at her long supple legs as she went by. He was curious about Valerie. What was she still doing inside the copy room? He slowly made his way towards it, the door was slightly open. He couldn't hear anything from inside, so he stood at the entrance and slowly pushed the door further open. He was shocked and incredibly turned on by the sight of Valerie bent over the copy machine; her skirt raised up by her hand which was fingering her pussy. She was breathing deeply as she stimulated herself. "Hmmmmm.... Uhhh, hhhhh," she cooed completely unaware of his presence. He stood there for a moment, taking in the sight, her body dimly lit before him. His eyes followed the contours of her legs from top to bottom where her thong hung at the ankle of one of her legs, right above her high heels. Her breathing became more forceful now. He wanted so badly to lend her a hand, her beautiful ass was directed right at him, as if inviting him to join her. He couldn't stand by and watch anymore, lend her a hand he would. He went forward and caressed her pussy lips as she continued to fuck herself with her fingers. She turned her head in a flash, but the shocked expression on her face quickly dissolved into one of longing. "I need your cock!" she managed between breaths. He didn't waste any time unzipping his pants and pulling down his boxers. He brought his cock to the entrance of her pussy wetting the tip with her incredibly wet and slick lips, as she removed her fingers from them. He slowly eased it inwards feeling her tightness. "Ohhhh yess!" she gasped, craning her neck back and then, she slid her fingers into her mouth, "mmmmhh." He smiled and held her sides with his hands, pushing her shirt to expose more of her soft skin. He used one hand to feel her back, sliding it to her sides and then down to her belly. "Do you know how badly I've wanted to do this?" He continued to slowly slide his dick back and forth, "every time I see you in those short skirts, all I can think about is fucking your brains out." "Then do it! Just fuck me hard!" she screamed. With a groan he obliged. He started pumping his hips with abandon as he took pleasure in her body, enjoying the sensation of her moist pussy. She writhed under him, her legs spread wide. She began to meet his thrusts with her own, audibly gasping as she took his entire length in. He continued to feel her warm belly with his hands. He could see the sparkle on her back due to her sweat; it encouraged him to exert himself more. He slid his hand forward and groped her tit from inside her shirt. He began to play with her nipples. "What were you doing in here with Melissa?" "What do you think?" she said, turning her head momentarily and then looking away again, using her hands to steady herself. "You want to fuck her too?" "Of course you do, but that'll have to wait. Right now, I, need your complete attention. Stop thinking about her and concentrate on me!" "You better make me cum!" "Oh yeah? What if I were to stop now?" he said, having no intention of doing so. "You won't stop, you can't stop. You love my cunt. This is what you wanted right? To fuck my brains out? To make me squirm with your cock?" She curved her spine back and continued to meet his thrusts with more energy. "Uhhh, Uhhh, Uhhhh!" He held her steady with one hand and began to pinch and play with her nipples using the other. She raised herself upright and leaned back into him, putting her hand back to clutch his hair. He bent his head to kiss her neck. His face contorted from the exertion of thrusting upwards. He brought both hands up to lift up her shirt and aggressively grope and fondle her tits. She turned her head as she held his, and they kissed- a forceful hungry kiss. She lightly bit his lips before they kissed repeatedly, seemingly using their tongue and lips to fight each other. She then bent forward again, letting him put all his energy into ramming his dick into her. Before long she was overwhelmed. She cried out in ecstasy, her entire body shaking. He came too, unable to control himself as her body tensed up, gripping his dick so tight. He bent forward, burying his head into her back as he spilled his cum into her, his cock continuing to throb. They stayed that way for a moment, exhausted and panting. He then took a few steps back and leaned against the wall. His cock covered by a sheen of their combined fluids. She lifted herself and turned around. She then knelt in front of him and his cock disappeared into her mouth. She sucked every last drop out of him and ran her tongue all over it, cleaning it completely. The sensation was too much for him, he leaned to the side resting his weight on a filing cabinet. In a moment she was standing up adjusting her shirt, still licking her lips. Then she lifted up her thong and pulled it in place before letting her skirt down. She looked around without paying attention to him. Searching for her jacket he realised, when she picked it up off a table and wore it. She looked into his eyes as she adjusted her hair. "Lunch tomorrow?" he asked with a grin, giving no heed to the messy state of his attire or having his cock hang out. She gave him a wry smile and turned towards the door, "Yeah, you can eat me," she said as she walked out. He smiled as he watched her go; he had every intention of doing so.