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We Did It On The Terminal
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From: (B. )
Date: 16 Jul 1993 23:07:08 GMT
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: TRUE STORY: We did it on the terminal
While visiting my boyfriend at work tonight, I began to get a bit hot. It
all began when he wanted to scan my breasts with the new scanner. We went
outside to smoke a cigarette and were grabbing each other with such
intensity that we couldn't stop ourselves.
We went back into his office. I sat down at this very terminal, trying to
get my mind off of him. He poked his head around the corner to see what I
was doing. I motioned for him to come over.
He stood against the pillar looking down at me. I began undoing his belt,
then his zipper. His cock had shrunk down to its normal size again. He
wears boxers, so I slipped my hand through the slit and brought it out. I
began to rub him, but that didn't seem to be enough. I looked up at him,
smiled, and put his dick into my mouth.
At first I just licked him. Then I began sucking him, making his cock
grow longer and thicker inside my mouth. "Can you feel it getting bigger?"
he asked. I didn't say anything, I just kept on sucking. Presently, he
remembered that he was at his office to work. We decided to move over to
his terminal so that he could work while I gave him a blow; therefore, he
could charge his employers and blow his wad at the same time.
He walked over to his desk, pushed down his jeans and boxers, and sat
down. I knelt down beside him and rubbed my hand over his balls, feeling
them quiver at my touch. I took his dick in mouth again and began sucking
hard and playing with his balls while he typed. Remembering that the
office door was wide open and that the janitor was just down the hall, I
got up to close and lock the door.
When I turned around, he had stopped typing and was sitting back in his
chair, staring at me. I looked down at his cock, still glistening with my
saliva, and felt my juices rushing down my leg. I pulled off my pants and
panties. "I'm going to sit down on top of you and ride you." He didn't
seem to mind.
I climbed on top of him and sat down. I was so wet that he just slid
right in to me, filling me immediately. I began to grind my hips up
against him, keeping him fully inside me but moving in circles. I bent
down to bite his neck, groaning with pleasure at the sensations coming from
my enlarged clit. I began rocking back and forth harder, causing the chair
to roll. "Slow down, slow down -- too late!" he cried. He buried his
face in my chest, shuddering and breathing hard.
I wasn't done. I kept moving, feeling him still inside of me. I looked
at him and said, "Rub my clit." He moved his hand down between my legs and
gently began massaging me, rubbing back and forth, alternating between hard
and soft. I pushed myself up against his hand and said, "Harder. Rub me
harder." He began rubbing me harder, and I felt my body tighten. The
muscles in my pussy started squeezing together, my hands began digging into
his thighs. I threw my head back and rode his hand until I came all over
him.
I collapsed on top of him, breathing heavily, still feeling the spasms
course through my body.
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