Work was almost impossible. I wondered walking into work the next Monday what it would be like. I had seen Sara and Kayla almost daily for years now. I had always thought of seeing them at work. They always dressed very nice, on the verge of being too revealing for work without quite crossing the line. They had triggered my imagination before, but now I didn’t know how I could possibly concentrate around them.
After they left our party, my wife and I spent the rest of the weekend first recovering physically and then recounting the events, convincing each other that it really happened. That weekend we had gone from mild mannered couple to sex fiends that had a wild foursome fling with two of my co-workers. Now I was supposed to go back to working with these two sexy women as if nothing happened. I didn’t know if I could do it.
At first I couldn’t. Sara and Kayla both seemed to be practiced at this. I didn’t know if they were better at it than I was, or if they had done this sort of thing in the office before. Either way, every time I saw them, they would politely smile back at me. They would smirk a bit, sharing a bit of our naughty tryst, but not betraying the secret to anyone.
Their knowing glance took me right back to that passionate night and following morning. I would look them up and down, remembering their naked bodies. I would see their face and remember how sexy it looked with bobbing up and down on my cock. Then I would see the look of pleasure on that face when it screamed, cumming all over either my cock or someone’s tongue. I couldn’t tell if it was seconds or minutes later when I finally came back to the present. I must have looked like I checked out entirely.
As the week wore on, Kayla remained normal, but I think Sara could tell that the memories were torturing me and enjoyed it. Each day she seemed to step up her game. The top would be a little lower, her skirt or slacks would hug her ass a little better. I told my wife about it, but she was little help. Chelsea would mostly laugh at my misfortune, and many times would just ask me to tell her more about what each woman looked like that day. She would touch herself, and I would listen to her moans over the phone.
Each night I would go home and fuck her senseless. Sometimes she would look at me and relive that night. She would tell me to fuck her mouth like I did to Sara’s, or fuck her tits like I did to Kayla. Some nights she wouldn’t do any of these, but no matter what she did or didn’t do, she always came hard. Harder than I ever remembered her cumming. We would collapse, go to bed, and then the next day would repeat.
Friday, Sara really stepped up her teasing. She had a tight blouse on, with snaps instead of buttons. The top was so tight and thin that you could see her lacy bra through it. I knew she was almost crossing the line when I could see how all the other men - and even some of the women - were checking her out. Her skirt was so tight that it must have been stretching fabric or else she wouldn’t have been able to walk. As I watched her bend over, I could see her thong underwear sitting just above her amazing ass. She stood back up straight and turned her head to make eye contact, winking and making it clear that she had only bent over to tease me. I went back to my office frustrated.
It was getting late on Friday afternoon and I called Chelsea to tell her about the latest ‘torture.’ “Tell me about how she looked, head to toe,” she instructed me. I began describing Sara’s outfit. I told her how Sara’s hair was pulled back in a tight ponytail, how low her top was unbuttoned. I talked to her about how great Sara’s legs looked with the tall, shiny red heels she wore, muscles tight and looking longer than normal. I started hearing sounds as I continued. As I finished talking I could hear something on the other end of the line.
“What are you doing over there?” I asked.
There was a pause, then a stutter. “No, nothing. Just listening to you,” Chelsea replied with some uncertainty.
“Holy shit, honey,” I said as I walked to my office door to shut it. “Are you touching yourself right now?”
Chelsea knew she was busted, but sounded almost relieved. “Uh, yes… I mean, you get to see Kayla and Sara every day and relive a little of that night, but I only get to listen to the tales. It gets me so horny baby. I want more. I want the girls back again, or something…”
“What do you mean or something?”
“I don’t know, when you tell me the stories, I don’t know. I’m glad that we got to do Kayla and Sara together, but when you tell me about them, there’s a part of me that wishes you'd tell me that you grabbed Kayla’s head and shoved it down on your cock, or that you took Sara back to your office and fucked her silly.”
“You naughty girl,” I replied. “It’s so fucking hot to hear you talk about it.”
“I know, I want us to be with them more, but at the same time I keep thinking that I’m okay with you doing something with them while you’re at work too. It’s so hot, I’ve been touching myself thinking about it this week. Nothing makes me cum like that night, but it’s close when I think about you hooking up with Kayla or Sara at the office. I love imagining it, and I’m okay with you fucking them without me there.”
“Wow,” was all I could say at first. It took a while to process. “I’m not sure what to say. I wouldn’t have dreamt of doing anything with them without you, but if it turns you on, I might have an idea.”
“What’s that?” she asked.
“What if I could include you? What if we bring up video chat and I hide the camera so you can watch?”
“Mmmm,” was the response I got back. I could hear moans beginning on the other end.
“Sounds like someone likes that idea.”
“I’m touching myself just thinking about watching you and the girls. That’s so fucking hot, baby. Go now. I hope you fuck one of them today. Call me on video and put the phone in position, then go grab one or both of those sluts and fuck their brains out for me.”
I brought the video up and waved to Chelsea. She blew me back a kiss. She pulled her v-neck low and pulled her tits out, grabbing them for me. “Happy hunting, lover.” I winked back at her, and placed the phone on a shelf. I had a bookshelf in the corner of the office, in a a fortunate position. From the middle shelf I could plug the phone in and sit it in a position a little hidden but still with full view of my desk, the couch by the window, and my window overlooking the city skyline. I then set off to find one of my sexy coworkers.
I swung through the ‘bullpen’ where Kayla worked in a bay of semi-closed cubicles. Her computer was off and she had clearly gone for the day. My heart sank a bit. I didn’t realize how long I had been on the phone. As I looked around, I realized a lot of the office had taken off already to start their weekend. I wondered if I was going to be out of luck. If it didn’t work out, I would still go home to my amazing wife, but Sara’s antics had me hard and excited. Talking to Chelsea had my blood pumping and I really needed to take this energy out on someone.
I kept strolling through the office, hoping to find Sara somewhere roaming. Luckily I found where the rest of the office was. They poured out of a conference room, and in the middle of the group was Sara. When she saw me she paused the conversation she was having. “Hello Trevor, is there something I can help you with?” she asked with a knowing smile.
“Uh, yes,” I said fumbling. I wasn’t prepared to converse with her in front of others. “I needed to go over the report from last Friday with you.”
The coworkers from the meeting waved and began to leave for their weekends. “Of course, your office?” she asked.
“Please,” I replied, motioning her to walk ahead of me. As the last of the other workers filed out of the office, I could swear Sara was sashaying her butt more than usual as she walked for me. My cock was twitching and would be more than ready to party by the time we got to my office, whether it was what Sara intended or not. Sara strutted into my office, noting that the blinds on my windows facing the office were closed, though the windows to the city were open.
As I followed her into the office, I turned and closed the door behind me, flipping the lock even though we were the only ones left in the office. I wanted to make sure that no one could interrupt what would follow. I quickly crossed to where Sara stood, facing my desk as if I were sitting at it. “So, you wanted to talk about last Friday?” she said as she turned to face me. She didn’t hear me getting close to her and was slightly startled to find me in her personal space as she faced me. Her surprise quickly turned into pleasure sensing that this would be less recounting the previous encounter and more reliving it.
I reached up and grabbed the sides of her blouse’s neckline, just above her breasts, and quickly yanked them aside, popping her top wide open for me. “Yes, I do. We need to talk about how you’ve been teasing me all week, going out of your way to remind me about it. Now I think you deserve to have the favor returned, for me to give you a reminder as well.” Sara moaned as I took control and opened her body to me. She inhaled sharply as I grabbed her breasts and squeezed them hard through her bra.
“I bet you’ve been enjoying knowing that you’re making me hard all week. Now it’s my turn to get your blood pumping baby,” I whispered. I squeezed Sara’s perky tits through her bra, yielding a low purr. I unclasped the bra and slid it back off her shoulders as she let it and her blouse fall to the floor. I continued to work her sexy tits with one hand as the other traced down her toned abs. I slid my hand over the fabric of her skirt, feeling it stretching underneath me. I pressed the fabric in as I reached between her legs. I cupped my fingers against her pussy, rubbing her slit. The purring turned into moaning. I couldn’t help but imagine right now that my wife was rubbing her own pussy.
“And now, it’s time for you to suffer a little bit for all that teasing, you little vixen,” I told Sara as I pulled my hands back up. She protested slightly as I stopped rubbing her sexy body. I put my hands on her face and pulled her in as I kissed her slowly but firmly. I slipped my tongue inside her mouth and teased hers before retreating back into my own. As I broke the kiss, I burned my gaze into her eyes and slipped my hands just slightly down to her shoulders as I pushed her down.
Sara happily accepted my guidance, smiling and moaning as she slid down to her knees. Her hands slipped under my arms and followed down my body before resting on my hips. As Sara settled onto her knees, she slowly unzipped my slacks and reached in. She looked up at me with a smile as she found my cock already rock hard for her. Keeping eye contact, I shed my suit coat and threw it to the chair against the wall. I started undoing my tie and shirt as well. I slipped the tie over my head and decided to put it around Sara’s neck. She let me put it on her as she managed to maneuver my hard cock out of my slacks.
With my tie hanging between her tits, Sara held eye contact as she leaned in with an open mouth and used her hand to guide my cock into her glossy lips. Proceeding painfully slowly, she began to make my cock disappear in her mouth. With just a bit more than the tip in her mouth, Sara began to lick the lollipop. I could feel her tongue swirling around the head of my cock before giving it slow, long licks. Sara then slid her mouth further down the shaft before I felt the head hitting the back of her throat. She didn’t gag, but held there for a moment before slowly backing off.
I thought for a moment that she was finished. “Oh no, honey, I’m not done with your mouth yet,” I told her with a smile.
“Mmm, don’t worry sir, my mouth isn’t done with this fantastic cock either,” she replied as my cock cleared her lips with a slight pop. She held it up with one hand, eyes still meeting mine as she dove down and took my balls in her mouth one at a time. She twisted her head side to side as she took each, gently sucking me inside her lips then rolling her tongue around. Once she felt she had given them enough attention, she let them out of her mouth and stuck her tongue out wide and flat before sliding it from the base of my shaft to the head.
Sara looked amazing working my cock like that, and she felt so good. I let out a low growl, and Sara repeated her licks, encouraged by the sound. Several more times she licked from the base to the head, the last time taking the tip into her mouth and twisting her head around it. After a few rotations around my head, Sara popped it out of her mouth. “Now give me that cock like I know you want to baby. I want you; I need you to grab my head and ram that cock down my throat. Fuck my face, Trevor.”
I’m sure Sara could see my excitement, see how much her dirty talk worked me up and awoke animalistic lust inside me. I gladly obliged her ‘request’ and took her head in my hands. She gasped and smiled as she felt my hands holding the back of her head, meeting around her blonde ponytail pulled tight. She looked up at me with an open mouth as she winked before I held her head and drove my cock in her warm, inviting mouth.
I felt my cock hit the back of Sara’s mouth, but this time I pushed right through it, sliding down her throat. I could feel her adjusting to me, taking every inch. I gave her the shortest moment to get used to having me down her throat, but it seemed to me she didn’t need it. She took my full cock like a pro, with no sound but the glugging sound as I filled her throat. I quickly moved on to the full on face fucking.
One hand on the back of her head to push, the other wrapped around the ponytail to pull, I thrust deep inside Sara’s warm mouth again and again. I started forcing her head up and down on my hard shaft. The room began to fill with the sounds of my grunts and Sara’s glugging. Her mouth started salivating, and I could see her spit covering my cock each time I pulled out. I could feel my cock throbbing and knew I wouldn’t last much longer. With all the pent up energy of the week though, it was a miracle I didn’t explode as soon as I entered her mouth.
“I’m gonna cum so fucking hard, Sara,” I said breathlessly as I continued pumping in and out of her. I pulled my cock out entirely, letting her gasp for air briefly.
“Yes baby, give it to me. Pump me full of your hot cum,” she urged before taking a deep breath. Her eyes turned back to my cock, ready for me to plunge it once again into her waiting lips. Instead of bobbing her head this time, I held it steady as I began thrusting my hips. She accepted my cock just as eagerly and willingly, and I could just barely make out her moans over the sound of her deep throating my cock. My grunts grew to a fever as I got closer. I could feel Sara’s spit covering my cock now and hanging from it. I could only imagine that it was dripping onto her tits as well, but at the moment all I cared about was fucking her pretty face until I filled it with my load.
As I felt myself going over the edge, I half yelled, “I’m cumming baby!” I buried my cock in her throat and exploded. I could feel her tongue under my cock as it throbbed and pumped shot after shot of my cum straight down her throat. I could feel her throat contracting as she swallowed it. As I slowed, her tongue moved around my cock, and as I released pressure she slowly slid back, sucking hard to get as much out of me as she could. As I popped from her mouth, she held my spit covered cock and began smearing it on her breasts, spreading the evidence of her skill all over herself. For the first time in a while, I remembered that Chelsea was watching all this. While Sara’s head was down, I looked over at the shelf and winked, wondering if she was working up to an orgasm, coming down from one like I was, or maybe just maintaining for the moment. Regardless, I knew what I wanted to do to Sara next,and hoped Chelsea would enjoy the next show.
When Sara was done slapping and smearing my cock into her tits and started slowly stroking it, I grabbed her by the hair and pulled her up. She moaned at being manhandled and having me continue to take control. Once she was up on her feet, I turned her slightly and then shoved her backwards so she fell into a seated position on the couch. She began rubbing her toned thighs up against each other as her hands grabbed at her naked skin from her waist to her head. She was clearly worked up, and I was excited to see just how bad.
I leaned over and grabbed her knees before pulling at them, thrusting her legs wide open for me. The stretchy fabric of her skirt easily allowed me to open her up to me, and even slid up her legs a bit as I did. I held her wide open as I knelt between her legs. She moaned slightly and smiled as she realized what I was doing, She reached down and pulled her skirt up, revealing her wet pussy to me as I started unbuttoning my shirt and throwing it behind me on the floor. Topless, I slid my arms under each of Sara’s legs as I leaned in to work her.
Sara began pinching and pulling at one of her nipples as I lowered my head. I could smell her sweetness as I approached, looking up at her. She began to twitch as she could feel my breath on her wet slit. It must have been agonizing. She reached for my head, fingers raking my scalp before grasping for a handhold in my hair. I could feel her eagerly pulling me in, but this was not to be rushed, not yet.
I barely touched her with my tongue at first. Close enough for sparks. I was close enough but wouldn’t let her push me the rest of the way, instead making her buck her hips up to me and show me how desperate she was for this. I obliged her finally in a firm push, pressing my fongue flat agross her slit, at the base, pausing, then slowly licking up the length to reach her clit. I got painstakingly close to her clit, again being sure to breathe on the wet skin and send shivers through her body. I could see goosebumps forming as the chill coursed inside her.
After preparing her this way, now I would grant her the release she wanted. I sped up slightly, eagerly licking at her in controlled, deliberate licks. Her moans changed slightly from the pleading cries to uncontrollable expressions of satisfaction and anticipation - she was enjoying everything but still looked for the release that she needed so badly. I knew it would be that much better if I exercised a little restraint, but I had plans to end up back inside her and didn’t want to delay that any longer than necessary.
I had to constantly remind myself not to rush too much. In addition to enjoying her build up, I also needed to give myself time to recover before I could fuck her hot pussy. She was already so wet, I couldn’t wait to get my cock deep inside her, but knew that I needed to. After a few more licks tracing her lips and clit, Sara’s volume turned up as she half ordered, half begged me, “Fuck Trevor, I need you to make me cum so bad!”
I paused, driving her even more wild as I did the opposite of what she wanted, which was also the opposite of my initial desire to respond to such a request. As she looked at me with a mix of frustration and desperation, I looked right back at her. “That’s it baby, beg for it. Tell me what you want, what you need. I want to hear your dirty little thoughts.”
“I need you to lick that pussy, Trevor.” I immediately responded, then slowed down and looked back up at her, making sure she understood that I wanted her to keep going. “I need you to lick it and my clit and do whatever else it takes to make me cum. OH FUCK!” My response to her interrupted her thought, but also drove her. She quickly realized that the dirtier she talked, the more action she got. She decided to put the metaphorical pedal to the metal.
“I need to cum so fucking bad baby. OH MY GOD! That’s it Trevor, eat that fucking pussy. Eat it like you’re starving. FUCK YES RIGHT THERE!” I could quickly feel my resolve to drag this out fizzling. There was no way I could resist her pleas right now. I needed to make her cum as bad as she wanted to cum herself. I looked up and she was tugging her hard nipples so far away from her tight, fit body that I could only imagine the extreme mix of pleasure and pain she was feeling. For a split second I remembered my wife, that she was looking at Sara’s face right now, hearing her filthy talk, watching her tits stretch just like I was. I could only imagine what was going through her head right now, but I hoped she wasn’t regretting encouraging this. Before I could worry anymore about it, another round of screaming brought me back to the here and now.
I knew she was not going to last much longer and I gave one last long lick over her pussy before concentrating my efforts on her clit. I felt around with the tip of my tongue, reaching to trace all over it repeatedly, as she had done with my cock earlier. “Right there baby, I’m so fucking close! I’m gonna cum so fucking hard all over your face baby, HOLY SHIT!” It was the last coherent thing that Sara said for several minutes. I felt her hand grab my head, nails digging in as she clawed for grip and pulled me into her legs. She desperately thrust me into her pussy, though I couldn’t tell if it was a conscious effort or just the result of every muscle in her body contracting at the same time.
Sara shook hard and made the entire couch quiver along with her. The sound that came from her mouth was so high and loud, it was like the noise one makes when trying to break a glass. If I had been thinking about anything other than the naked beauty in front of me, I might have mildly worried about the wall of glass behind her breaking. I continued to lick, with every touch of her clit jolting her body, the hyper sensitivity of her clit in that moment making her jump like someone startled in a scary movie. I could feel her oozing out and tasted her, enjoying every bit of her. Her screams slowly turned to moans, and those slowly turned to deep, heavy breaths.
“Satisfied?” I asked, mostly joking.
“Never,” she replied with a wicked grin. “That was fucking amazing, but now I just need more.” She sat up and leaned forward, face closing with mine, as she reached her arm down between us and grabbed my cock. I had been too busy to realize it, but as I felt her small warm hand wrap around my shaft, I found that I had fully recovered and was once again hard as a rock. “Now I need that thick fucking cock to pound my pussy hard.”
I reached my hand around the side and back of her neck, exerting slight control as I pulled her in to me, kissing her hard and forcing my tongue into her willing mouth. She moaned as she tasted herself on me and enjoyed her own flavor like I imagined she would. I enjoyed her kiss for a few moments before I forced myself to break it. I pulled her up off the couch, taking her by my tie still around her neck, walking backwards and leading her back over to my desk. Once we got there, I pressed my body up against hers.
I found the clasp and zipper of her skirt’s waist and undid them. With such a small waist, the skirt needed a little pull to get over her amazing ass. I kicked my shoes off and began undoing my slacks to let them fall to the floor. As I did this, Sara started removing her shoes as well, but I wagged my finger at her. “Oh no, baby, I want you to leave those on while I fuck your brains out.” Sara smiled and stepped back into them.
I turned us slightly so that my back was to the windows, my bare back and ass to the city several dozen floors below us. I wondered if there was any chance for someone to see what we were doing, but we were so far from any other building I doubted it. Besides, it was hotter with the distant possibility of someone watching the two of us fucking like animals. Well, someone other than who I already knew was watching. With my back to the windows, Sara’s was to the desk, and the camera. I knew my wife could see that amazing ass over the edge of my desk right now.
I kissed Sara again, lifting her light body up and sitting her on the edge. I kissed her hard and deep as she spread her legs around my waist. She reached between us and guided the throbbing head of my cock at her soaked cunt. I bent my knees slightly to lower down for her, then as she guided me inside her I thrust back up and into her. We both moaned as I slowly entered her, sliding inch after inch deep into her soaking pussy. She looked up at me with a pleading expression. She slightly bit the right half of her lower lip. It’s too bad Chelsea couldn’t see that look. I didn’t know if it was intentional, but it was everything I needed to send me into overdrive.
I kissed her hard one last time then I grabbed the tie near her collarbone, pushing her so she lay back on the smooth wooden desk, but controlling her descent by means of the tie. Sara’s hands grabbed hold of my arm, helping to hold her body steady as I let her down. Soon she was flat on her back, looking up at me with her legs spread, body laid out for me, and almost as importantly, laid out in full view for my wife as well. From where the camera was, Chelsea’s view would have had her looking at the top of Sara’s head, down her body, and looking full frontal at me between Sara’s legs as they wrapped around me.