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You motion me into your office and I stand waiting while you complete your call. When you turn, your eyes lock on mine and then slowly travel downward. My heart begins to pound as I fol­low your gaze, my white button-down blouse pulling tighter across my tits with every breath, my black lace bra showing through it. My fingers fumble with the hem of my skirt, smooth­ing it down tight, revealing the garters holding my sheer silk thigh-highs in place. I sway nervously on my three-inch heels.

You rise from your chair and walk toward me, but instead you pass me and make your way to the door. I hear the latch close and feel you come up close behind me. I can feel the warmth of your breath as you make your way even closer. You undo the bun I’ve made with my mass of red curls and my hair spills down onto my shoulders. I can feel the slight tug as your fingers begin to play with them, following their length down my back.

Your hands travel further and your thumbs hook in the waist­band of my skirt. Your fingers stretch over my thighs and then run down my arse before you pull me against you. I can feel your cock, already hard, rubbing against my butt. Your hands travel further down and you wrap them around my thighs, forcing my legs to part slightly. Then your fingers run up my thighs, under my skirt and directly into my wet pussy.

I take a deep breath and moan slightly as you begin to push into me. Your dick is hard against my arse as you kiss the back of my neck and my knees go weak. I try to turn toward you, but you hold me firmly by the hips and guide me toward your desk.

I can feel you undo your belt, the zipper of your pants. Then my skirt is lifted and I feel your fingers tracing my garters. I brace myself, waiting for you to enter me, but instead you slide one hand up my thigh and push three fingers into me, deep, over and over again. You use your other hand to bend me forward over the desk and then wrap my thick curls around your fingers.

As you pull my head back by my hair, your fingers pound into my pussy and I can feel your stiff cock push against my arse. Your fin­gers keep pushing deeper into me as the tip of your rod enters my butt.

“Do you like that?” you ask, and, unable to say yes, I moan.

Over and over again, you pound into me. Then I’m coming, my pussy wrapped tightly around your fin­gers as I start to drench your hand with my juices.

You order me to turn around and then push me back against the desk. You rip my blouse open and my heels dig into the carpet as you pull me against you, ramming into my pussy with your big, hard penis.

Slowly, you push deeper. I raise my arms above my head and grip the edge of the desk, holding on tight. I push against you as you begin to thrust harder, faster. You’re squeezing my tits and I lean up as your warm, wet tongue swirls against my pink nipple. You suck it into your mouth, grazing it with your teeth, just as your thumb begins to slide against my clit. I bite my lip to stop from screaming as you slam harder into me.

Soon, you’re breathing heavily and groaning, telling me you’re going to come. Then I feel you explode in me and I beg you not to stop. You push in for one last thrust and I put my mouth on your shoulder to muffle my screams as I come again, my legs shaking.

When we’re all done, we get dressed and prepare to go back to work. Our lunch break is over and there’s a lot to do around the office.
-T.E., Brisbane, Qld

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