Unlocking My Private Locker: The Scorching Office Quickie
I unlock my Private Locker tonight. This one’s buried deep. That blistering afternoon in the office tower. End of day. Heat seeps everywhere, even inside. I’m called to the meeting room. Boss hosts two guys. Exhausted, sweaty. I offer drinks. They nod. I slip in.
Tiny linen set clings to me. Short straight skirt. Cropped top barely covers my free-swinging tits. Thin straps link it to the skirt. Bare belly, back exposed. Legs bare on high-heeled sandals. Hair short, freshly wet from the heat. Smile sweet but killer. ‘What’ll it be, gentlemen?’ They order. I turn to fetch. Younger one, thirties, stares. My naked back. Skirt skimming my ass. Legs down to ankles.
Opening the Floodgates
I pause at door. Turn. He asks, ‘Where can I freshen up?’ Eyes lock. Mine wicked. ‘Follow me. I’ll show you.’ Hips sway out. His gaze burns my ass.
Corridor. He closes in. Chit-chat. Eyes on my hardening nipples, deep cleavage. I know his thoughts. Heat waves say anything goes. Belly tightens. Clit swells. Pussy lips slick.
Dark storeroom. Drinks, sink. Check hall empty. Smile. Beckon him in. Door shuts. ‘Cool water here.’ Tiny space. My hips brush him. ‘Sorry, so tight. Am I in your way?’ He stammers. Hand on my bare back. Low hum from me. His palms slide flanks, to tits. Pressed behind. Lips on neck. I purr, arch. Ass hunts his cock. Fingers pinch nipples. Roll them. Hips grind. His dick hardens.
Tongue laps sweat off shoulders. Nibbles jaw. I twist. Tongues dance. I lead. Hands back. Find bulge. Stroke over pants. Tits throb. Pussy drips.
Fingers unzip. Dive in. Grip hot shaft. Turn. Tongue play. ‘Want me to suck you?’ He gasps yes. Kneel. Gland bare, throbbing. Tongue circles head, ridge, frenulum. Balls heavy, high, musky.
Swallow deep. Lips to belly. Pulse. Fingers probe perineum, brush ass. Cock swells. Squeeze base. Hold him back.
Raw Intimate Surrender
Other hand yanks thong off. Soaked. Fingers smear hot slick from clit to ass. Wet slaps. Taste myself. Eyes on him. Share on his tongue.
Perch ass on sink. Pull him close. Grip cock. Rub pussy. ‘Fuck, I need this. You?’ ‘Yes.’ Eyes locked, dirty talk. Cravings. Swap.
Slide head in. Impale slow. Grip hips. Fuck fast. Time short. Feel cum rise. Spin. Offer ass. Grip dripping cock.
Head on anus. Lube with juices. Push in slow. Moan. He pounds deep, furious. Fingers on balls, clit. Almost fills me. Pull out. He erupts on asscheeks. Spurts to back. Smear it. Lick fingers clean.
Quick rinse. Swap numbers. Promise more. He leaves first. I prep tray. Back to room, bubbly.
Evening. Alone. Kneel between your thighs. Suck cock slow. Tell every detail. Swollen head. Balls tight. Until you’re edged. Mount. Sink deep. You flood my pussy. I growl, owned slut.
