I Am Your Valentines Office Slut

I Am Your Valentine's Day Office Slut...

Fulfilling His Office Fuck Fantasy on Valentine's Day!

The thing is we say we don't really do Valentines on the 14th February, that we do more of an anti-Valentines usually in March or April, where we book a night at a nice hotel and go for a lovely meal and a few drinks, and then have lots of hot hotel sex (not sure why but I just find sex in a hotel so hot, almost illicit even though it is with my partner!)

But I think we just use the anti-Valentine's as an excuse for a night away in a hotel at a later date. As we do everything else on the 14th of February, but just maybe not in the most traditional way with flowers, lingerie and a romantic meal etc.

I think we just don't like the idea of being told that you will be so romantic and extra in love today just because it is Valentine's Day!

I don't want or need him to buy me extortionately priced red roses due to it being the 14th February, I want him to buy me a bunch of my actual favourite flowers on a random day just because he wants to.

He doesn't need to buy me sexy lingerie as I adore lingerie, and happily buy my own and I have quite a selection to choose from, so he pays for the hotel when we go away for our anti-Valentines.

And he still gets me something else I love like a bottle of my favourite perfume, and always a little novelty gift usually something chocolate as he knows what I like, but just normal regular chocolate like a bar of Cadbury's or Galaxy, and not something like overpriced handmade heart shaped champagne truffles!

For his Valentines present this year I have got him a home draught beer dispenser and a small keg of his favourite beer, admittedly to most people it is not the most romantic present!

But for us it is, as we actually met in a pub watching a football match (a London derby against our biggest local rival), we were with different groups of friends, and when our team scored everyone jumped up and someone banged into him and spilt his pint directly over me and my t-shirt...

I spent the rest of the first half of the match in the toilets trying to dry my t-shirt under a hand dryer with little success. He then sent one of my friends into me with the football shirt he had been wearing for me to wear instead.

And when I asked my friend if he was now in the pub topless she said unfortunately no, as one of his friends had a hoodie out in their car and he was now wearing that instead, but that she had enjoyed the view when he changed tops!

When I went back out into the bar he was waiting for me and was very apologetic even though it really hadn't been his fault, he bought me a drink and then another...and we stayed on in the pub after the match, even when our friends left, and at closing time we swapped phone numbers to arrange when I would give him back his football shirt.

We arranged to meet the following weekend and that was it, this is now our 10th Valentine's Day together, and I never did give him back the football shirt, (it had one of my favourite players name and number on the back, actually the player who had just scored when I ended up wearing the pint, no way he was getting the shirt back lol) I still wear it every so often for special occasions 😉

And for a little novelty present I have got him boxer briefs with little hearts and little pictures of my face all over them, I am sure he will relish how many jokes he can make about having my face on his cock all day...

We are of course always onboard with having lots of Valentine's Day sex though! And none of that faffing around spending hours cooking a special Valentine's Day romantic meal first, because as nice as I am sure the meal would be we prefer sex, our favourite takeaway delivered, sex, exchange gifts, and then more sex...

But this year turned out to be different, as I could make one of his fantasies possible!

Last time I asked him what was currently number 1 on his fantasy list, he told me that it was me turning up at his office wearing my coat with just my underwear beneath it, and him bending me over his desk and pounding me into it.

He admitted it wasn't very original, but he finds it very hot since I had previously sent him a photo I had taken at my work desk, with my skirt pulled up showing stockings and suspenders with a message asking him would he bend me over my desk and fuck me (I was trying to tease him away from doing No Nut November at the time...), but as he works in an open-plan office that definitely wasn't going to be an option, until now.

On Wednesday his boss got called away from work due to a family emergency, and he is now in charge until his boss gets back next week. They had both been working together on quite a big project which has to be submitted on Monday, he had worked until after midnight the last couple of nights but at least his boss had told him to use his office to work on the project so there are no distractions...

So 7pm on Valentine's Day found me on my way to his work, in a long black, belted wool coat and just my underwear on beneath it.

And not just any old underwear, I had on a very sexy black, almost sheer lace and embroidered demi bra, (a demi bra only partially covers the breasts, the cup is approx 50% smaller than a regular bra, and they also give great cleavage!), with matching knickers and suspender belt, and of course black sheer back seam stockings!

I had been saving this lingerie set for his birthday but if you are doing their favourite fantasy you go all out, even if it takes forever to get the seams on the stockings straight!

I also had a huge black handbag with me which contains everything a woman needs on a night out... black leather stiletto shoes to change into once I get to his work, lube, tissues, wet wipes to tidy up after, spare stockings in case he rips the ones I have on, lipstick, perfume.

I was going to throw some clothes in the bag as well for the journey home, but I know that it will drive him absolutely insane traveling home on the tube with me dressed like this!

He had told me last night that he would prefer to stay late again tonight and completely finish off the project, instead of having to go back in tomorrow as it is the weekend. But when I had spoken to him earlier he said his boss had managed to work on part of the project from home so he should be finished by 7.30pm at the very latest which is way earlier than he thought originally.

I had told him to ring me when he was about to leave work under the pretence of ordering our takeaway delivery, so I could try and stall him if he was leaving work before I got there.

But thankfully I got to his office building without him phoning me. Brian is the overnight security guard and he was at the reception desk when I walked in, and as he has worked there for years he knows me from previous visits to the office, so he gave me an access card to activate the lift and open the main doors to the office.

In the lift I changed my shoes to the black stilettos and reapplied my lipstick, and after letting myself into the main office I headed for his bosses office.

The door was slightly ajar so I pushed it open, walked in and closed it behind me.

He was packing his laptop into his rucksack and looked up when he heard the door close.

He smiled at me to begin with, but then frowned as he realised we hadn't planned to meet at his work, "Hey babe, is everything ok?"

"Everything is fine, and I know we were meant to meet up at home, but I have a special Valentine's Day surprise for you, and it needs a specific location!"

His look of relief at hearing everything was ok, changed into a broad smile once he heard me say Valentine's Day surprise.

"Okay, what's the surprise then?

Placing my handbag on the chair on my side of the desk, I started to very slowly undo the belt on my coat, "What is currently number one on your fantasy list?"

"You turning up here with only your underwear on underneath your... HOLY FUCK! Are you really only wearing your bra and knickers under that?

Laughing, as I finished undoing the belt and started to slowly undo the buttons, because the look on his face was so comical as he looked like a cartoon character, whose eyes were about to pop out on springs, "I am wearing more than a bra and knickers, what kind of a woman do you think I am!"

He looked as if he didn't know if he should be relieved that I wasn't travelling around London in just my underwear and a coat, or totally disappointed that I wasn't wearing just my underwear and a coat.

So while I undid the last button and started to slowly slide the coat off I added, "I am also wearing a suspender belt and stockings..."

"I fucking love you!" And then he started to laugh before adding, "I can't believe you are doing this!"

"Well the opportunity was too good to pass up seeing as you actually had an office to do this in for a few days!"

And after placing my coat on the same chair as my bag, I did a slow twirl so he could see exactly what had been hiding under the coat.

When I was facing him again I raised one eyebrow and asked, "Well will this outfit suffice for your fantasy?"

He started to speak, but only a croak came out and so after hastily clearing his throat he tried again, "You and your outfit will very much suffice!"

After I grabbed a small bottle of lube from my bag I started to walk around the desk towards him, and after pulling him towards me for a quick hard kiss I then pushed him down onto his chair.

I undid his trousers, and he lifted his hips and arse up off the chair so I could pull his trousers and boxer shorts down, far enough to give me full access to his cock, which had already started to get hard.

I poured some of the lube into my hand and dropped to my knees in between his legs, and while pushing his shirt up and dropping light kisses across his stomach, I slowly began to stroke up and down his cock, enjoying as always feeling it get bigger and harder from my touch.

"What lube is that?" he asked, as he knew by the bottle and the smell that it wasn't our usual brand.

Looking up at him and laughing I replied, "Champagne flavoured, it is Valentine's Day after all!"

I started to increase the speed and pressure of my hand on his cock, and his laughter at the champagne flavoured lube soon turned into a low moan.

While still stroking his cock I recited my little Valentine's Day verse I had for him,

"Roses are Red

Violets are Blue

I am your Valentines office slut

Do with me what you will"

Then I lowered my mouth onto his cock, and with my hand still stroking up and down at the base of his cock I concentrated on the head with my mouth.

I started off with swirling my tongue slowly around the head of his cock, followed by softly sucking at the tip and then licking along the underside of his cock from his balls to the head, and then alternating those actions while gradually increasing the pressure of my tongue and suction.

He placed one hand on my head, and was soon moaning softly, and with the occasional gasp and moan he also started to tell me how much he was enjoying it, "Oh yeah... your mouth feels so good... your tongue right there... oh yeah... more... fuck!"

Looking up at him the whole time, it wasn't very long with both my mouth and hands working him before he was fully erect, and enjoying the feeling of the size, weight and taste of his cock on my tongue, I started to suck the head of his cock harder.

I also began to alternate moving his cock against the roughness of my tongue to the softness of my inner cheek, while still mixing it up with sucking on the head, to one long firm lick on the underside from root to tip, with occasional swirls of the tongue just around the head, paying particular attention to that oh so sensitive spot the frenulum, and licking away any beads of pre-cum as they appeared.

Usually by now I would be playing with his balls as well, but as I didn't want him to cum yet they were a no go area.

With both his hands now on my head, his moans got louder as did his words, "Feels so good when you do that... fuck I love it when you use your tongue like that... oh yeah... right there... do that again... do you have any idea how fucking sexy you look right now? Looking up at me like that with my cock in your mouth!"

When I started to hum the theme tune to Match of the Day (football highlights show) intermittently around his cock he lasted for another couple of minutes, and then he pulled me off with an anguished exclamation of "Fuck!" and then with a half laugh and a half moan, "You are far too good at that, and as the fantasy was bending you over the desk and pounding you into it, I suggest we move onto that before I end up shooting my cum straight down your throat!"

As I stood up I leaned in and kissed him, and then whispered "Fuck me then!" into his ear.

Turning round I bent over the desk, it was a wide desk so I moved my arms out to grip the edge on the other side, and wiggled my hips in invitation.

I heard the click of the cap on the bottle of lube as he closed it, and then I could hear him as he quickly applied more lube to his cock, I felt him pull my knickers to one side and then the coldness of the lube against the lips of my pussy, and I then let out a soft moan as I could feel the tip of his finger pushing into me, slowly moving in and out with the lube.

"Fuck, you are so wet already!" he exclaimed as his finger moved easily in and out of me.

"Because I have been so horny all day knowing that we would be doing this!" I replied.

He added a second finger into my pussy which made me moan again. After about a minute of him continuing to work my pussy with his fingers I couldn't wait anymore, "I am ready, so hurry up and fuck me!"

He moved in closer behind me, and with one thrust pushed his cock inside me to the hilt, making me moan loudly. He then started to fuck me at a furious pace with both his hands tightly gripping my hips, making me moan with every thrust as it felt so good to finally have him inside me after thinking about it all day.

"Did you get a cab here or the tube?"

"I took the tube FUCK!" I groaned as he spanked my arse at my answer.

"Did it turn you on, knowing how you were dressed under your coat?"

"Yes!" I moaned with pleasure as he spanked me again.

"Knowing that you were going to be my Valentines office slut?"

"Yes!" another spank.

"Thinking about my reaction when you took off your coat?"

"Yes!" another spank.

"Thinking about getting on your knees and taking my cock in your mouth and how it would taste?"

"YES!" a harder spank.

"Thinking about me pounding you into the desk?"

"Oh god!" another hard spank.

"Thinking about how good my cock fucking you hard and fast would feel?"

"Fuck!" two hard spanks this time.

"Thinking about how good it would feel when you cum on my cock?"

"Oh fuck yes!" I moaned even more as he spanked me hard twice again.

"Should I let my little Valentines office slut cum?"

"Yes! Please!" two more hard spanks.

"How badly does my little Valentines office slut need to cum?"

"Really fucking badly! Please let me cum!" I begged desperately as he spanked me twice again and hard.

By now I was just a moaning gibberish wreck, laying face down on his bosses desk while he fucked and spanked me with such delightful force.

"I don't know if that sounded like you really need to cum? Maybe we should stop and continue this at home..."

"NO! Please let me cum! Please please please I really really need to please!"

"Now that does sound good and desperate! So I am going to continue to fuck you and spank you, and you are going to rub your clit and make yourself cum like a good little Valentines office slut should!"

I didn't need to be told twice! Bringing one hand down underneath me I moaned in relief when my fingers found my clit. And as he continued to fuck me and spank me I started to move my fingers really fast and firmly from side to side on my clit.

"Oh god... so close so close don't stop so fucking clo-" And within four spanks from when I started to touch my clit that was it I was cumming hard on his cock.

And as I clenched so tightly around his cock he stayed deep inside me, until I started to relax enough for him to move freely, and then after several frantic thrusts and a few grunts he let out a shout of "Fuck!" and I could feel him start to pulse inside me.

As I lay beneath him and still breathing heavily I started to laugh, "Happy Valentine's Day!"

Laughing as well and with one final smack on my arse he pulled out of me, "Happy Valentine's Day to the hottest office slut ever!"

Standing up from the desk and pulling my knickers back into place, I walked around the desk and pulled out the packet of wet wipes and the packet of tissues from my handbag. After we had cleaned ourselves up I checked the desk for any signs of evidence and gave it a quick clean just to be on the safe side.

And then pulling my coat on I gathered all the used wipes and tissues and nipped to the toilet to put them in the bin and have a pee.

When I got back he was on the phone to his boss, letting him know that the project was completed and that he would submit it on Monday, after his boss had checked it over the weekend, and if there were any revisions to be made they had Monday morning to make the changes.

As he finished the call I had changed back into my flat shoes, as there was no way I could walk to/from tube stations in the stilettos, and put everything back in my handbag and was just putting on some perfume before doing my coat back up again.

"Babe, did you forget to bring clothes for the journey home?"

"No, I decided to not bring any as I thought you would enjoy the journey home far more thinking about exactly what I am wearing or not wearing under my coat!"

And then with a wink I turned and started to walk out of the office, I could hear him muttering softly as he followed me out towards the lifts, "I swear to God you are actually trying to kill me! But what a way to go though!"

We said good night to Brian as I handed in my visitors access card, and we started to walk towards the tube station, which when we got there wasn't too busy at that time of the evening.

We didn't have to wait for very long before our tube arrived, and when we got on we stayed standing at the end of the tube carriage, by the doors where the carriages are linked together.

We could have got a seat as the carriage was fairly empty at our end but it was easier, and more discreet to snog like a pair of teenagers if we stayed standing where we were with him shielding me from any onlookers.

Conscious of the onboard cctv cameras, and also that the tube stopped every couple of minutes at the next station with people getting on and off using the doors near us, we did limit ourselves to mainly just kissing most of the way to our tube station, with him occasionally slipping his hand beneath my coat where he had undone a couple of buttons, as if to check that yes I was still only in my underwear and that no other clothes had miraculously appeared.

And every time he slipped his hand under my coat he groaned, with the groans getting louder each time, and at one stage he did ask, "Do you think anyone would notice if I undid your coat and shagged you right here?

"I think the police officers sent to arrest us probably would!", and every time the tube jolted I would stumble even closer against him and I could feel his erection growing each time. So then I started to take my time moving back from him and making sure my hand lightly brushed against his crotch.

Until in the end he just held me tight up against him so I was plastered against the front of his body and could feel his erection pressed against my stomach.

In between kissing me, "You are such a cheeky minx! And you were right as this is driving me absolutely nuts, as all I can think about is what you have on under your coat, and what we just did at work..."