Christal was wearing another one of her ultra-tight look-at-my-boobs shirts and I was struggling not to stare, struggling to keep my focus on my computer screen, my work. It was the same thing, everyday. I would come to work with the best of intentions, determined to stay on top of my assignments and actually produce at the level I was capable of producing. And everyday Christal would show up wearing one of her tight shirts or even worse, a pair of her oh-my-god-look-at-that-ass-pants. And each day when I saw her my rock solid good intentions would crumble to the ground, reduced to dust. And worst of all, I think she knew exactly what she was doing to me.
Today she was wearing a maroon t-shirt that had a small slit in the front that created a v-neck and allowed me, from the right angle to see her cleavage. The bottom of the shirt barely covered her tight, toned stomach and as she would move about in her work station it would creep up revealing the flesh beneath. Time and time again she had to pull the shirt down, and each time I would sigh and resolve myself to go back to work until the next time she caught my eye. Luckily the pants she wore today weren't that tight, which gave me at least a fighting chance to get something done.
After reading the same project proposal three times finally Christal left her workstation and I was able to focus for a moment. I glanced across my emails and found one from the Human Resources department. Coincidentally enough they were requesting information from Christal regarding a change of address. I printed out the email with the instructions on how to complete the change of address webform and walked it over to Christal's station. I lay the paper on her keyboard so she wouldn't miss it. I started to walk back to my desk when I noticed that she had a small piece of paper protruding from beneath her mouse. I could make out the word "password" written in her long flowing handwriting. I casually brushed the mouse aside so I could see the rest of the paper, hoping no one would see me snooping.
As I glanced up to make sure no one was watching me I saw Christal returning to her station from the break room. I hastily scanned the password one last time before moving the mouse back over to cover the note. As she drew close enough to see that I was standing at her station I snatched up the email I had brought over and waved it in the air to indicate that I was leaving it for her. Turning quickly I walked back to my desk hoping that I didn't look too guilty.
I typed out some notes on the project proposal before me all the while wondering why I had tried to memorize her email password. What exactly did I hope to find even if I could remember the password? Unfortunately I had a meeting that I had to go to so whatever I had planned would have to wait.
By the time I returned from my meeting and a short lunch break I had decided to abandon my plan of cracking into Christal's private email account and snooping into her personal life. It was a ridiculous idea and unlikely that I could remember the password at this point anyway. As I approached my desk I saw Christal approaching from the other direction. She smiled as she drew close to me and handed me a folder with some worksheets she had completed. My eyes involuntarily moved down her slender neck to the slim bit of cleavage visible there, then to the full swell of her breasts which were squeezed tight by her bra and shirt. I lifted them quickly hoping she hadn't noticed.
We spoke for a few moments, joking, flirting but all the time I kept looking at her chest, imagining myself groping her, squeezing those breasts in my hands, teasing the nipples with my fingers, my tongue. She touched me lightly on the shoulder as she laughed at something I said and I wanted to just rip the shirt from her body and bury my face between her tits. Finally she excused herself and went back to her workstation leaving me frustrated yet again.
Burning with desire I needed some release and I needed it quickly. Luckily for me there was always Dessi, the Russian bombshell. Dessi was another woman who worked in our department and one that was always up for a little play at work. She was the office slut and the quickest and easiest way I could think of to relieve the crippling tension Christal had left me with. I sent Dessi a quick IM and asked her to meet me upstairs in the supply room. She knew exactly what I wanted and that was what was so great about having her around, she had no qualms about giving me what I wanted.
I reached the small supply room before her and was waiting behind the door when she walked in. I wasted no time, rushing to her, grabbing her from behind. My body pressed against hers and my hands slid around to her chest. I grabbed her breasts through the fabric of her shirt and bra, squeezing them hard just as I had imagined doing to Christal moments before. Her breasts were smaller in size to Christal's but just as nice. I felt her nipples harden beneath my touch as I tweaked them with my thumb. My cock began to harden as it pressed against Dessi's firm ass. I turned her around and pressed her back to the wall, pulling her shirt up over her breasts. My hands slid firmly over her chest, pushing her bra up til her tits sprang free. I lowered my mouth to her chest and sucked one of her nipples into my mouth, while I pinched the other nipple between my thumb and finger. She gasped with excitement and began to mutter in low breathy Russian. I could feel her fumbling to unbuckle my belt and a moment later she held my hard cock in her hand, stroking the shaft roughly. My mouth, my lips, my tongue, my teeth and my hands moved across her breasts in a frenzy of desire driven on by my thoughts of Christal.
Dessi dropped to her knees in front of me and lowered her mouth down to lick my nutsack. She loved to suck on balls and as she sucked on mine she stroked my cock with her hand. After a few more moments she slid my cock into her mouth, her lips gliding down the shaft as she tried to take all ten inches of my cock into her throat. Normally I would let her take her time and give me a thorough blowjob but today was different, today I was on fire, I was mad with lust and as I imagined having my cock in Christal's mouth I began to thrust hard and fast into Dessi's mouth and throat, my hands moving to the back of her head to hold her steady. I slammed my dick in and out of the Russian girl's mouth like a piston, over and over again as she moaned and gagged.
I fucked Dessi's face until I was on the verge of orgasm, then pulling back I stood her up. Turning her around to face the supply shelving I yanked her pants and panties down around her knees and bent her over. Her pussy was already dripping wet but it wouldn't have mattered, I penetrated her hard and grabbing hold of her hips, I began to fuck her faster and faster. My cock throbbed with raging desire as I plunged into Dessi's pussy over and over again. I reached down and grabbed a hand full of her hair and gave it a yank, bringing a cry of exhilaration from her. Then I began to slap her ass as I continued to ride her. In my mind it was Christal whose moans of ecstasy filled my ears...it was Christal's hair I pulled, Christal's ass that I slapped, Christal's cunt that I penetrated with my hard cock. Looking down at Dessi's ass and pussy as I thrusted forward yet again, imagining it was Christal I was fucking was enough to send me over the edge.
