Hey guys, I'm back! I hope you'll forgive me, it's been a few weeks since my last confession; that was my first, when I admitted to being an office slut.
Fortunately for all those who've written me, asking for more stories, my behavior hasn't improved - I'm still the same cum-hungry, cock-sucking slut you met last time around. Still the coworker thought by most to be a goody-goody workaholic, but known to one as a naughty little whore who will drop everything for a few moments of pleasure. And I thought it was about time I shared another confession, another true story of my naughty behavior at work.
A few years back, I was given a promotion, complete with my own office, with a door that locked and a window with shades. For the most part my door was wide open and my window uncovered. Occasionally, though, I took advantage of the privacy to indulge my sexual desires, or more importantly those of my coworker and his stiff cock, right in the middle of the work day.
Sometimes it was a phone call that caused me to close my door. A phone call from the owner of that cock. He would ask me to talk dirty to him, and I would oblige, slipping into a naughty tone as soon as my door latched, and telling him how much I wanted to suck his big, hard cock. As always, he loved to push me to my limit, drawing out of me coarser and dirtier language until I surprised myself with the words that came out of my own mouth. But I was never shocked or embarrassed - instead, just that much more turned on. As the thrill of my own naughtiness combined with the sound of his voice to get me all hot and bothered, I would slip one hand under my skirt, reaching a finger or two into my panties to stroke my clit.
Sometimes, he'd give me instructions to meet him somewhere for one of our elicit encounters. Sometimes, when I mentioned that my boss had gone home early, he would stop by. There was There was always some pretense of real work, just in case another coworker happened to come to my office, but I knew why he was really there.
On one particular occasion, a few months back, he came into my office, sat in the chair across from my desk, and asked if I was ready. Ready to get him hard in my mouth, ready for him to bend me over my desk and fuck me from behind, and ready to suck him off when he was ready to cum. As I eagerly replied that I was more than ready to do whatever he asked, he closed and locked my door, and I reached for the shades on my window.
He sat down in my office chair and I knelt in front of him as he unfastened his belt, unzipped his slacks, and pulled out his half-hard cock. "No hands" was his simple instruction, meaning that I was to use only my mouth. This was easy at this stage, when I could take his entire length into my mouth with little effort. But after a few moments of stroking his cock with my tongue, he began to grow longer and harder, and his thick member was soon more than I could handle without letting some of the length slip out of my mouth.
Again pushing me just to my limit, he gathered my long blonde hair in his fingers, scooping it into a ponytail and using it to force me down onto his bulging cock until I gagged as he entered my throat. He held me there, then slowly began fucking my mouth, giving me room to breathe. I took his balls in one hand, gently rolling them in my fingers, and wrapped the fingers of my other hand around the base of his shaft, squeezing as my mouth continued to accept his thrusts.
He now reached down, forced his hands inside my blouse, and took one of my nipples in each hand, squeezing hard. As I gasped at this painful pleasure - he knew I enjoyed his firm touch - he slowed his fucking to long, deep thrusts. I could feel the wetness grow between my legs as I remembered the scenario he had suggested to me - it couldn't be much longer before we shifted positions and he took me from behind.
As soon as this thought crossed my mind, he pulled out of my mouth and stood up, lifting me up off my knees as he did so. Spinning me around so that I faced my desk, he told me to put my forearms down on the desk and arch my back. He hiked my skirt up to my waist, pushed my panties aside, and I instinctively spread my legs as he found my clit with his strong fingers. Finding me already completely wet, he thrust his hard cock into me with one fast stroke, and I couldn't help but moan as he filled me.
Pausing each time to enjoy the feeling of my tight pussy, he made several thrusts, holding me by the hips and forcing my weight back towards him with each stroke. I wanted to cry out in pleasure, but had to control myself, the occasional footsteps and voices outside my door reminding me of my surroundings. We were walking a delightful tightrope - the thrill of getting caught raised our level of pleasure - but the reality of getting caught wasn't anything either of us actually wanted to experience.
