The Office Orifices

The Office Orifices The Office Orifices

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Genre: Erotica

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Status: In Progress

Genre: Erotica

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Summary

This one's for Amy, whom I believe likes it hot and quick in the office.

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Summary

This one's for Amy, whom I believe likes it hot and quick in the office.

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Submitted: September 08, 2016

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Submitted: September 08, 2016

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The Office Orifices

Along with several other writers on the site, I had suspicions that there had been trouble in her love life, an affair gone badly, or one that could not happen for mysterious reasons. And so it was that I decided to visit her at work to console her in some way, maybe with a nice dinner or just a friendly hug.

I waited patiently in the office lobby after the receptionist called Amy’s office. A few anxious minutes later, she appeared, apparently shocked to see me.

“Ben?” she asked, stepping closely.

“Right; I thought I would just pop in to surprise you and discuss your, um, situation,” I said tentatively.

She looked at me with a hint of confusion, and then her expression relaxed. “Come on into my office; I have a few minutes before our afternoon meeting,” she said.

She led me through a maze of partitioned cubicles and down a corridor lined with office doors. She stopped at one and went in and I followed her. As I closed the door behind me, I noticed that it was by all standards a “standard” office, i.e. with a desk, chair, desktop computer and a printer, and two additional office chairs for visitors. It wasn’t a small office, it was a functional office.

She sat behind her desk as I took a seat opposite her in one of the other chairs. “I can’t believe you came all the way here, Ben,” she began. “I write stories, some of which are real and some fictional. My poetry sometimes reflect my feelings, but not always; I’m a professional writer, Ben; that’s what I do for a living.”

“I understand,” I said apologetically, “and my motive is purely innocent and friendly; to offer solace however I can.”

She studied me for a minute and then her face lit up with glee. She leaned forward on her desk on her elbows, beaming a smile at me. “I’ll bet you came here expecting to fuck me, didn’t you? Or probably to eat me. Did you come here for sex, Ben, you horny fucker?”

“No! No, not really, I mean, not exactly,” I said, beginning to stammer. “I just…I just thought that maybe my visit would give me something to write about, you know; to share with others.”

She laughed out loud and leaned back in her chair. “That’s bullshit and you know it; you think you smelled a wet pussy and you came running, didn’t you?”

I sighed in defeat. “Okay, okay; yes, there was a glimmer of hope that I might somehow get into your panties, but I honestly wanted to be here for you as a friend.”

Her face turned serious and she stood up and came around the desk to face me. She hopped up on the edge of the desk, spread her legs slightly. I watched the hem of her skirt slide up her legs. “Here’s the situation, Ben; I have to be in that meeting in about twenty minutes. I AM having an affair, with my married boss, who will be expecting to fuck me after the meeting in HIS office. But if you’d care to pull up your chair and get me ready…” she said as she lifted the hem of her skirt. “I don’t wear panties to the office, so…”

I decided that there was no sense in completely wasting the trip, so I slid the chair forward, slipped my arms under her legs and pressed my face between her thighs. Damn! Her scent was enough to make me hard, and her thighs was so warm on my cheeks they could have melted my ears.

Naturally I drove my tongue into her folds selfishly. If I was going to get her wet for somebody else, she owed me the privilege of tasting her. She didn’t protest as I drove my tongue in and out, lapping at her core for my own pleasure. But when my tongue found her clit, her hands dropped her hem and slipped behind my head. My cock was soaking my boxers with precum.

Surprisingly, when I thought she would come, she pulled my head from between her legs. I stood up and she pulled her skirt up to her waist and lay back on the desk. “Fuck me if you think you have time to make me come.”

I think I set a speed record for unbuckling my belt and shoving my pants and boxers down to my knees. I plunged my cock into her, holding her hips. She mauled one of her breasts through her blouse with one hand and slipped the other down between her legs. She played with her clit as I drove into her, slapping against her wetness.

Her body slid back and forth on the desk as I thrust into her and yanked her against me. I wasn’t thinking about how much time I had left and she never turned to look at the clock on the wall. Her eyes were closed and her fingers were swirling around her wet clit. “I’m gonna come soon, Ben,” she said, “Don’t stop!”

“I’m gonna come, too,” I grunted, ready to unleash my load when she climaxed.

“NO! Don’t come in me; my boss always eats me before he fucks me,” she said worriedly.

I thought I heard my cock groan in disappointment, but I answered obediently, “Okay….but…?

She didn’t answer, but reached down with both hands grasping at the bottom of my shirt, pulling me against her. She managed to come quickly, moaning up at the ceiling, “Oh, yeah, fuck yeah….that feels so good…”

Her pussy was clenching me like a wet fist and I moaned a weak warning, “Um….Amy?”

She pushed me back with her hands and sat up as my cock slipped from her. She dropped to her knees and grabbed the base of my shaft. She slipped her mouth over the end and looked up at me. Her hand slowly pumped my wet shaft and she pulled her mouth off me. “Want to come in my mouth?” she asked.

Luckily she put her lips back over the end because my cock erupted into her mouth like a bubbling geyser, shooting jets of cum until my orgasm subsided into a trickle. Her mouth never moved; she was a receptacle for my lust, and when she stood up to face me, she kissed me and my cum was gone.

“Damn! That was amazing!” I gushed. “I don’t know how to thank you for letting me…”

“Gotta run or I’ll be late for the meeting,” she said, straightening her skirt and rushing towards the door. “But I think the least you can do is to come back when we have more time; I didn’t get to test your oral skills.”

I smiled and yelled at her back as she hurried down the corridor, “How do I make an appointment?”

 


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