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Bluelighter
He's sitting on an office chair, bored, its another day at work, nothing to do, he's medium height and build, with a craggy looking face, and dark spiky hair, he's got a slight five oclock shadow. The chair creaks slightly as he leans back, looking up at the ceiling, waiting. The computer's purring softly in the background, and the desk is covered with an array of papers, post it notes, and everything else to denote a busy and stressed working man. The new office girl walks past him, she's slowly swaying on stiletto heels, a tight suit skirt and a jacket undone to reveal just enough cleavage to tantilise any onlooker. She's in her early 20s, with an even tan, and white teeth, one of her front ones is slightly out of skew, a solitary imperfection, where her face is beautifully featured, with an elegant nose, and grey eyes. Her blonde hair drops down her back, shimmering under the flourescent lights. Her cleavage peeking shyly out from between the folds of grey cotton of her low cut shirt. Her hips sway as she walks along, carrying a stack of files. She can feel his eyes on her, every step, and she licks her lips, slowly with a pink catlike tongue as she walks. She loves it when men look at her like this, it makes her feel sexy, feel hot.
He knows he shouldn't really be looking at her, but can't really help himself, he feels his cock grow hard in his suit pants, pushing at the fabric. Willing himself to relax, he watches as she rounds the corner, into the vanishing into the stationary room. He slowly stands up, hardly knowing what he's doing until he's rounding the corner as well, turning into the stationary room, oblivious of anybody watching, though he knows that nobody's really watching, most concentrating on their work. Slowly, stealthily he closes the door behind him, with an almost imperceptible 'click'.
She's still leaning over the pile of documents, her round ass pointing at him, as he moves towards her she stands up, turning around, with her mouth opening in an 'o' of surprise. Suddenly her eyes light up, as she recognises his face, she's watched him out of the corner of her eye before, seen his eyes on her, let her eyes travel over his face, knowing that he wanted her, thinking he'd never do anything about it, she likes suprises, especially ones like this. Her grey eyes stare into his brown ones for a second, before their mouths close on each other, hungry. Her soft wet tongue darts in and out of his mouth, his wrapping around hers, caressing, toying with her. His hands caressing her back as she breathes a tiny moan into his mouth, her jacket falls to the floor, as does his. Not a single word has been exchanged, only glances and moans. He steps back from her for a brief second, swiftly undoing the buttons on the front of her shirt, letting it hang open, revealing a white lace bra. She runs her fingers through his hair, massaging his scalp, as she pulls his face to her, kissing his lips, kissing his eyelids, and then thrusting her tongue into his mouth once again, as his hands snake around behind her, undoing her bra, and pulling her arms down as he slides it off her shoulders. Her breasts sit high on her chest, tiny brown nipples pointing upwards, as he drops his face from hers, circling them with his tongue, wet and hot, around and around, she looks upwards, breathing raggedly, and presses her face into his shoulder, pulling at his shirt, as she undoes it. Her tongue flicks at his nipples, as she traces the outline of his back with her nails, first trailing, then digging in, then teasing again.
He softly nibbles at the base of her neck, as he undoes the zip at the back of her skirt, and it drops to the floor, he runs his fingers down her ass, onto her thigh, feeling no underwear, as she steps forward, pushing up against him, teasing his hard cock through his pants. She runs her fingers across his crotch, stroking it through the cloth, unzipping his fly, and unbuckling his pants, as his hands still stroke up her thigh, feeling for her wetness. She bucks against him slightly, as he withdraws his hand, falling to his knees in front of her, pushing her back against the wall with one hand, as he strokes her cunt with the other, parting the lips of her wet pussy and then thrusting deep into her, slowly, again and again. He looks up at her, as she closes her eyes for a second, and he bends down and his tongue flicks gently at her pussy, tasting her, caressing, softly, sliding over her clit, again and again, as she sighs. Her hands stroke his head, as she ruffles his hair, her nails sliding over his scalp. He laps at her, hungry for her, tasting her, thirsty for her cunt.
She moans, softly, aware of the fact that outside the door of the stationary room there's a dozen people, working industriously, oblivous of the sexual frenzy taking place inside. He thrusts his fingers into her, pumping softly, as he sucks at her clit and pushes her to the brink, before slowly withdrawing, trailing his tongue up her stomach, leaving a trail of her wetness and his spit behind. She pulls at him, tugging at his belt, as she undoes his trousers, letting them drop to his ankles as she pulls him towards her, she bends down, her tongue flicking at the head of his cock, touching, brushing, before sliding it, whole, into her mouth, sucking at it greedily as she looks upwards at his face, he's trying desperately to maintain composure, as a slight moan ruins his efforts. She slides her mouth up and down over his throbbing cock, burying it deep in her mouth, before withdrawing. She pulls him closer to her, feeling his chest against hers, and his tongue, tasting of her, in her mouth.
He can feel his cock pushing at her cunt, nestling up against it, as she shifts slightly, then bucking up against him as he pushes slowly into her, feeling her juicy smooth wet warmth on him. They groan softly together, as he thrusts slowly in and out of her, pushing her back against the wall, her legs slightly trembling with pleasure. She bites at his neck as his cock penetrates deep inside her, she can feel it, filling her, softness and hardness together. He thrusts harder and harder, as she buckets against him, sliding as she feels him moving inside her, deeper, harder. His eyes are fixed on her face, staring intently at her, as her mouth moves slightly, as her breathing becomes faster. He slowly withdraws, pulling his cock from her, slowly, as he kisses her slowly on the lips, and turns her around so that she's facing the wall, he spreads her legs roughly, pushing her against the wall hard, as he presses against her, stroking her cunt with his fingers, bathing them in her wetness, before parting her lips and thrusting his cock deep into her, faster and faster, she moans louder and louder, forgetting any potential audience, and he's burying his face in the back of her neck, kissing and biting as her nails rake down his sides, drawing blood, neither of them caring. All their feeling focussed on his hard cock, pushing again and again into the softness, and creaminess of her. Her hair sways as she bucks, pressing against him, thrusting in time with him, pushing her ass back onto him, sliding herself over his cock. Again and again, as she screams loudly, her cunt twitching and convulsing as she comes, her damp handprints on the wall, he thrusts one more time into her, as his cum shoots deep inside her, losing rhythm, as they move softly together, awkwardly now, with a soft moan and sigh. He pulls slowly out of her, and pulls up his trousers, buckling his belt, as she does up her skirt, he turns to her... "So what was your name?"...
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:D
-plaz out-
He knows he shouldn't really be looking at her, but can't really help himself, he feels his cock grow hard in his suit pants, pushing at the fabric. Willing himself to relax, he watches as she rounds the corner, into the vanishing into the stationary room. He slowly stands up, hardly knowing what he's doing until he's rounding the corner as well, turning into the stationary room, oblivious of anybody watching, though he knows that nobody's really watching, most concentrating on their work. Slowly, stealthily he closes the door behind him, with an almost imperceptible 'click'.
She's still leaning over the pile of documents, her round ass pointing at him, as he moves towards her she stands up, turning around, with her mouth opening in an 'o' of surprise. Suddenly her eyes light up, as she recognises his face, she's watched him out of the corner of her eye before, seen his eyes on her, let her eyes travel over his face, knowing that he wanted her, thinking he'd never do anything about it, she likes suprises, especially ones like this. Her grey eyes stare into his brown ones for a second, before their mouths close on each other, hungry. Her soft wet tongue darts in and out of his mouth, his wrapping around hers, caressing, toying with her. His hands caressing her back as she breathes a tiny moan into his mouth, her jacket falls to the floor, as does his. Not a single word has been exchanged, only glances and moans. He steps back from her for a brief second, swiftly undoing the buttons on the front of her shirt, letting it hang open, revealing a white lace bra. She runs her fingers through his hair, massaging his scalp, as she pulls his face to her, kissing his lips, kissing his eyelids, and then thrusting her tongue into his mouth once again, as his hands snake around behind her, undoing her bra, and pulling her arms down as he slides it off her shoulders. Her breasts sit high on her chest, tiny brown nipples pointing upwards, as he drops his face from hers, circling them with his tongue, wet and hot, around and around, she looks upwards, breathing raggedly, and presses her face into his shoulder, pulling at his shirt, as she undoes it. Her tongue flicks at his nipples, as she traces the outline of his back with her nails, first trailing, then digging in, then teasing again.
He softly nibbles at the base of her neck, as he undoes the zip at the back of her skirt, and it drops to the floor, he runs his fingers down her ass, onto her thigh, feeling no underwear, as she steps forward, pushing up against him, teasing his hard cock through his pants. She runs her fingers across his crotch, stroking it through the cloth, unzipping his fly, and unbuckling his pants, as his hands still stroke up her thigh, feeling for her wetness. She bucks against him slightly, as he withdraws his hand, falling to his knees in front of her, pushing her back against the wall with one hand, as he strokes her cunt with the other, parting the lips of her wet pussy and then thrusting deep into her, slowly, again and again. He looks up at her, as she closes her eyes for a second, and he bends down and his tongue flicks gently at her pussy, tasting her, caressing, softly, sliding over her clit, again and again, as she sighs. Her hands stroke his head, as she ruffles his hair, her nails sliding over his scalp. He laps at her, hungry for her, tasting her, thirsty for her cunt.
She moans, softly, aware of the fact that outside the door of the stationary room there's a dozen people, working industriously, oblivous of the sexual frenzy taking place inside. He thrusts his fingers into her, pumping softly, as he sucks at her clit and pushes her to the brink, before slowly withdrawing, trailing his tongue up her stomach, leaving a trail of her wetness and his spit behind. She pulls at him, tugging at his belt, as she undoes his trousers, letting them drop to his ankles as she pulls him towards her, she bends down, her tongue flicking at the head of his cock, touching, brushing, before sliding it, whole, into her mouth, sucking at it greedily as she looks upwards at his face, he's trying desperately to maintain composure, as a slight moan ruins his efforts. She slides her mouth up and down over his throbbing cock, burying it deep in her mouth, before withdrawing. She pulls him closer to her, feeling his chest against hers, and his tongue, tasting of her, in her mouth.
He can feel his cock pushing at her cunt, nestling up against it, as she shifts slightly, then bucking up against him as he pushes slowly into her, feeling her juicy smooth wet warmth on him. They groan softly together, as he thrusts slowly in and out of her, pushing her back against the wall, her legs slightly trembling with pleasure. She bites at his neck as his cock penetrates deep inside her, she can feel it, filling her, softness and hardness together. He thrusts harder and harder, as she buckets against him, sliding as she feels him moving inside her, deeper, harder. His eyes are fixed on her face, staring intently at her, as her mouth moves slightly, as her breathing becomes faster. He slowly withdraws, pulling his cock from her, slowly, as he kisses her slowly on the lips, and turns her around so that she's facing the wall, he spreads her legs roughly, pushing her against the wall hard, as he presses against her, stroking her cunt with his fingers, bathing them in her wetness, before parting her lips and thrusting his cock deep into her, faster and faster, she moans louder and louder, forgetting any potential audience, and he's burying his face in the back of her neck, kissing and biting as her nails rake down his sides, drawing blood, neither of them caring. All their feeling focussed on his hard cock, pushing again and again into the softness, and creaminess of her. Her hair sways as she bucks, pressing against him, thrusting in time with him, pushing her ass back onto him, sliding herself over his cock. Again and again, as she screams loudly, her cunt twitching and convulsing as she comes, her damp handprints on the wall, he thrusts one more time into her, as his cum shoots deep inside her, losing rhythm, as they move softly together, awkwardly now, with a soft moan and sigh. He pulls slowly out of her, and pulls up his trousers, buckling his belt, as she does up her skirt, he turns to her... "So what was your name?"...
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:D
-plaz out-
