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I’ve been chatting with Mr. S for a few days now. The one I shouldn’t want. The one I shouldn’t toy with and shouldn’t want. Mr. S is one that I should not fuck, but I probably will- given the chance. He’s been twisting me for days and today I couldn’t take it anymore. He was unavailable, but the Brit wasn’t.
“Get over here… I need you” I said the moment I picked up the phone.
He laughed, “I’m a bit busy, love. In a bit?”
“No,” I demanded, “Now. I need you now.”
He laughed and hung up on me. This is the first time I’ve ever been pushy with him- I wasn’t really expecting him to show up so I went back to work. He showed up 20 minutes later, standing in the doorway. He didn’t come all the way in, he just stood in the open door.
“Come IN,” I said, walking over to him. I pushed him into the door and locked it behind him. I reached at his pants, thinking about Mr. S. Wishing it was HIM, and not the Brit, but he’d do- for now. I got my hands on his cock and stroked him, looking up and purring at him, “you like that baby?”
He grabbed at my boob and then reached into my shirt to put his hands on my breasts under my top. He whispered, and moaned his pleasure at me while I stroked him for a few minutes and let him grab at me. His other hand, he reached behind me and grabbed at my ass. This was new. He grabbed my ass with his big hands, making circles and squeezing.
“Turn around,” he whispered in my ear.
I turned and held his cock in my hand behind my back, still stroking- unsure where this was going. I wanted to know though. I wanted to see where this would lead, as until this point it’s just been me- pleasing him and he not doing much more than groping at my tits. He continued to rub my ass when he hitched his thumbs into pants. I become acutely aware of my ‘wedgie free’ panties that were white cotton and unsexy in almost every way.
“Take these off,” his voice was almost a low growl and it resonated down my back, “pull them down so I can take a look at that ass.” I was still standing right in front of him, against my office door. His pants were open and his cock was exposed- and he was pulling at my pants as I pulled them down over my ass- stopping at my thighs. He grabbed my bare cheeks with his hands. Squeezing and rubbing. The flesh on me felt good. I felt his hands, and then his cock rubbing against the round of my ass.
“Be a good girl, bend over for me,” His strong fingers reaching down my thighs, swiping over my cunt. I felt the head of his cock, rubbing, poking, and pushing towards me. My ass, my cunt. It was happening so fast. So suddenly. Perhaps it was my aggressiveness. Now I wish I had been this way sooner. I moaned as his fingers slipped between my lips.
“Baby, do you have a condom?”
A knock on my office door interrupted my answer. We stood fast, dressed. He jumped into my chair at my computer and I unlocked my door. The intruder came in for a moment, chit chat, small talk. She wanted candy from my basket. Candy!!
I’m getting cockblocked for a fucking tootsie roll?
She lingered for long minutes, while the Brit pretended to ‘fix’ my computer. Ridiculous- as everyone knows that I’m good with computers. She didn’t question and I distracted her. She left and he jumped up. He was nervous now, and getting ready to make an exit.
I approached him and reached back in to his pants. I stroked him a few times until he was hard again in my hand. He groaned, his eyes closed. I wanted to get back to where we were. I wanted to see where it would go? Would he have fucked me? A voice outside startled him and he pulled away. “Baby it’s too busy here. My office isn’t empty.”
He backed away and stroked my hair, “Ah babygirl… next time.”
And he stepped out of my office.
fuuuuuck…
Bummer…… but at least you HAVE an office with a door (and no windows so even if the door is shut people can look in when they pass by). Better luck next time.
damn. that’s hot and entirely frustrating. i’m frustrated just reading it! i can’t imagine living it.
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Cockblocked for a piece of candy. How incredibly annoying. I hope you found a way to get your own candy later on.
– PB
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Arrrghhh! That’s frustrating. Enough to drop kick that candy dish out the door and the intruder along with it. Hot story!