Wanna Be Fucked On The Office Table

Disclaimer: do not assume women working with you want the same! This is my personal fantasy that involves two consenting adults.

We work for the different offices but I came to yours late evening to overlook some documents. I’m wearing slightly sheer blouse and a pencil skirt (yes I have them and yes I wear them). What you don’t know yet is that I’m also wearing hold ups with a wide lacy trim. We already felt a chemistry between us, a palpable sexual tension. Mild flirting, laughing here and there, and this evening you used some heavy loaded hints that I encouraged. Then in the heat of the moment you’d kiss me and I kiss you back passionately. You’ll stand up to lock the door although the whole floor is empty and my heart will skip a few beats thinking about what’s going to happen next. I’d take my panties off and this will be all the encouragement you need.
You’ll bend me over the table, lift up my skirt, have your hands all over me. Next moment you’ll unzip your pants and get your cock out (we like safe sex, so condom is a must), and shove your cock in my pussy. I yelp from the sudden intrusion but move my hips towards you inviting to take me. You start to move faster and you are fucking me hard, and the table is a mess. And so am I. Your hot cock is pounding me, and I feel a bliss of being taken in such a primal way. I’m having the best fuck of my life. I’ll be back for more.

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by Anonymous on Nov 17, 2023 at 9:11 AM

Something very close to that actually happened at my workplace with my boss during my first job as a marketing assistant after graduating from college. He fucked me on the big table in the office conference room after hours. I was single at the time but he was married with kids. The affair continued for a few years until I moved on to another firm.

Even several years after that I continued to periodically meet him for dinner and sex, or sometimes just sex, and when we couldn't see each other in person, we'd get together on webcam and he'd have me strip and masturbate for him. That would happen even while I was seeing other men, one of them seriously. He kept stringing me along, saying he was going to leave his wife for me when his kids were old enough, and I kept believing him, until I finally realized he was just using me and that was never going to happen.

Now I'm married to that other man, who I have two children with. I love him, but from time to time I still think about that first man when I masturbate. I did sexual things with him that I've never done with my husband, things that I'm too embarrassed to bring up doing with my husband for fear that he'll think less of me.

Sometimes I'm very tempted to start seeing him again. So far I've resisted those temptations, but someday I might not. I feel like deep inside of me there's still a part that wants to be treated like the slut she really is.

AK

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