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Office Obsessions
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Office Obsessions
by Victor Burroughs, based on another story
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Recently a new employee named Sue Jameson joined the office I work
in. She is competent, smart, pretty, has a great body, a vibrant
personality, and a beautiful smile. We quickly became friends.
Frequently Sue and I spoke as friends. Sometimes we flirted as we
talked, sometimes she flirted with me outrageously. She usually
dresses conservatively, but she has a few outfits that show off her
curves, causing me to forget what I'm doing every time she walks
by. I thought that Sue might be romantically interested in me but,
because I'm married and don't want to wreck it, I didn't take any
actions to confirm my opinion.
One day Sue and I were at a meeting first thing in the morning. She
looked so sexy in her cashmere jump suit that I got an instant
hardon and had to sit up straight. She sat across from me and
smiled, genuinely happy to see me, and she asked me what I thought
about, of all things, bungee jumping. Her wide smile, infectious
laugh, deep eyes, and the curvaceous body lurking under that
jumpsuit had me hypnotized. I tried to answer her questions, but my
groin wouldn't let me think clearly. I don't remember clearly what
happened in the meeting. My penis was rock-solid the whole time,
and it started beating like a bass drum every time I looked up from
my papers and saw her.
After the meeting I still couldn't stop thinking about the picture
she made in that outfit with the top clinging to her generous
breasts, her thin waist, and the seat brushing against her muscular
ass. I made several excuses that day to visit Sue's office, to ask
questions about something or another, or to volunteer my help on
some problem.
I kept finding myself thinking about how it would feel to kiss her,
to suck her nipples into my mouth and pinch them between my teeth,
to feel her warm hands on my cock as she slowly bathed it with her
tongue and licked her lips at the savor of my pre-come, to slide my
throbbing rod into her warm mouth, and to quench my desire by
spattering my hot seed in her wet snugness. I tried to keep my mind
on work, but it was futile. I kept on fantasizing about the aroma
of Sue Jameson's sex, whether she had trained her vaginal muscles
to grip a hard cock, the precise texture of her pubic hair, the
quantity of her natural lubrication, and the warmth my prick would
feel in her sheathe. I wanted to lick her earlobes, to feel her
tummy against mine. After she had already taken all the juice my
glands could produce I wanted to rub my flaccid cock against Sue's
thigh and feel it spring into alertness, ready to penetrate her
again. When orgasm took away her self control, did she moan low and
throatily from her chest, whisper in baby talk, yell obscene
commands at the man in her, or did she bite her lip in a vain
attempt to stay silent? The questions were endless and obsessive.
I had to stay late that night to finish things. I'm sure that I
would have gotten more work done before noon than I did that whole
day, including overtime, if I hadn't seen Sue in her jumpsuit first
thing that morning. As it was I was a wreck. I kept starting on
memos or plans and drifting off into daydreams about the back of
her knee, or the way she showered, or visions of her licking her
lips and staring at me. I had to finish some work that night, so I
called home and told my wife that I had to work late. I decided to
get a Coke and went to the soft drink machine. It was next to Sue's
office, so I peeked in after popping the tab and taking a sip. She
was leaning on her desk, facing away from the doorway and staring
out the window into the night. I stared at the globes of her
luscious ass and caught my breath.
"Hi Sue." I said, barely above a whisper.
She turned, her breasts swaying, and a wistful look left her face.
"Victor Burroughs, what are you doing here so late?" She smiled
irresistably at me. "I thought I was the only one working late
tonight."
I smiled back, rendered speechless by desire, and offered her the
can.
Walking towards me, she laughed and said, "I love Coca-Cola.
Thanks." She took it from my hand and drank, "I always liked the
shape of the old fashioned bottles, but now you barely ever see
them any more." She handed the can to me, brushing my fingers with
hers, "You have other things to drink when you grow up and stop
being a little girl."
"Or a little boy."
Sue laughed. "Since you're a full grown gentleman now, Mister
Burroughs, would you like to help me carry these boxes to the
store-room?" She motioned at a stack of file cases.
We got the boxes and carried them to the store-room. She bent over
to put hers down and for a few seconds her ass swayed only a few
inches away from me. Then she reached for her keys to the store-
room, which were in her trouser pocket, and with a shriek she lost
her balance.
She fell towards me, but I couldn't grab her because of the boxes
in my hands, so I tried to block her fall with my body. I stepped
into her way. She grabbed my shoulder with one hand. Her other hand
grabbed my belt buckle and pushed it into my stiff cock. She had to
know I was hard. Her left hand rested above my penis as she pulled
herself up. My cock was hard again, and she had to feel it with her
hand where it was. She brushed her right breast against my left arm
while getting up. I was getting even more aroused than I had been
all day. "Whew, that was a close one," she said. "Thanks for being
there."
I said, "It was nothing, Sue," and winced at the almost adolescent
break in my voice. She seemed dazed for a moment and then
brightened and smiled at me.
She took her hand off my belt buckle. She kneeled down and picked
up the keys which had fallen when she almost did and unlocked the
door. Sue pushed the door open and went inside. I followed her and
set down the boxes where she indicated, then straightened to get
the ones that were still by the door.
Sue popped up before me and said, "It wasn't nothing, Victor. It
was very nice of you. You kept me from falling and you didn't even
drop any boxes." My cock throbbed. "I think you deserve a kiss for
that."
Sue kissed me on the lips. Her mouth wasn't wide open. Her tongue
was inside her mouth; but her mouth wasn't tightly closed either.
My mouth dropped open as she kissed me, and instinctively my lips
drew hers apart so my tongue could taste them. My body seemed
magnetically attached to hers. My arms were wrapped around her
back, and my hands caressed her smooth buttocks. Her arms were
around my neck, and she pressed against me, her body surging
against my booming, blood-engorged member. Sue Jameson kissed me
back as her tongue danced into my mouth. It was a whole body kiss,
vibrant with a promise of future passion, more intimate than sex.
I knew that it was inevitable, that Sue Jameson would beg for me to
plunge my hard cock again and again into her dripping pussy, sawing
back and forth until we exploded into an orgasmic tidal wave, that
she would plead for me to stimulate her with my tongue until she
cried tears of happiness, that she would trade anything to slurp my
prick between her lips and suck it until it jetted spurts of hot
spunk onto her shining face, and that she would rub it deeply into
her skin in thrilling lust to become one with my scent and my seed.
I knew the answers to the questions that had earlier haunted me. I
knew the taste of her lips, her nipples, her navel, her sweet cunt.
I knew without knowing how I knew these things. I knew the feel of
her back, her buttocks, her hands cupping my balls, her pussy
sheathing my manhood. I knew her cries of ecstasy, they were like
her laugh, musical and entrancing, and were as contagious. I knew
the sweet torment as my penis grew more and more excited in her
warm, soft, wet mouth while her tongue swirled the tip and her
teeth calmed its fury with moments of pain, until it could no
longer be stilled and the sperm boiled up through the shaft of my
penis and splattered into her throat, her vagina, onto her face,
her tits, her hands, her arms, her back, her sweat-soaked hair.
All these things and hours more of knowledge came to me in the
seconds that Sue and I held each other tightly, tongues and lips
working with a fury of passion to mine and expose the deepest
secrets we had. I shifted my hand from her buttocks to her waist,
and of its own mind it slid up towards her breast.
We stepped apart and our eyes opened. She looked at me like a deer
startled by headlights and shook her head. "We can't go on," she
said.
I spoke in a monotone, all my emotions stuck inside. "We're ready
for it. We have to take the next step, Sue."
"No!" she said. "We can't just have sex. We have a working
relationship. We WORK with each other."
"Oh, Sue. You felt what I felt. We both want it. We both need it.
I am going to fuck your brains out, Sue, and you want to feel my
penis fucking your hot little pussy." I was panting, my emotions
finally reaching words. "I'm going to undress you and you're going
to undress me. You can't wait to hold my cock with your hand. You
can't wait to taste it, to slide my fat prick into your mouth. I
already know what it's like to share every taboo secret with you.
That kiss was like all the fucks in the world. We've already
fucked. We just need to do it again."
"No," she whispered, but stopped shaking her head.
"You are my slut and I'm your slave."
She stared, silent.
"Sue," I moved towards her, "we can't help it. We don't have a
choice. I want it more than anything. You do too. You won't ever
stop thinking about me until we do it. You want it." I moved to
embrace and kiss her. "You need it, Sue Jameson. You need this more
than you've ever needed anything."
She pulled away and slapped me in the face.
"No!" she shouted at me. "I won't be your office affair! I don't
need your measly little dick!" She was raging, out of control. "I
don't need you. I have a man to fuck my pussy, thank you, and he
does fine. I even suck his cock when he wants. And you already have
someone else. You cheating motherfucker, you're married!"
She was scaring me. Had I invented her looks of passion, the
delicate touch of her hand against my penis, her smiles and
innuendo from nothing? Was I losing it? Why was she lying like
this? Was I going crazy?
She started stalking back and forth and waving her arms as she
yelled. "And this mystical stuff. You're talking about doom, fate.
Perfect love. Ideal love. What you're talking about doesn't exist!
I have love and sex, and I don't need a dirty little affair with a
coworker to get it! I oughtta report you for sexual harassment!"
I felt like I needed to puke. I fled the closet and Sue and ran for
the mens room. After breathing heavily into the toilet bowl,
inhaling the completely real atmosphere of the day's gas and urine,
my heart stopped beating quite so fast. I was dizzy, and I lay on
the cold tile floor staring at the flourescent light until I could
stand up again.
I washed up and left the toilet quietly, then went to my office. I
couldn't work. My thoughts were boiling. I'd already lost my best
friend at work. I was probably going to lose my job. I was probably
going to lose my marriage. There was a good chance I was really
going crazy; or maybe I was having a nervous breakdown. I put my
head on the desk and wished I could cry. I told myself "Victor
Burroughs, you've fucked it up royally this time."
The computers and lights buzzed for some time, and I don't know how
long. I must have drifted off for a few minutes, and I woke up with
tears on my cheeks.
Someone said my name. "Victor?"
I rubbed the tears off my face and grunted.
"Victor, can you look at me?"
I shook my head, no.
Hands on my shoulders, kneading. "I'm sorry, Victor. I said all the
wrong things. I have my man, and you have your woman, and..."
"Sorry," I said.
"No, I'm sorry. You were right. I do want to make love to you.
That's why I've flirted with you ever since I met you. But I don't
want to lose you as a friend because we become lovers."
"That's the oldest lie in the book," I said. "Lovers don't stop
being friends." I twisted my neck, loosing a kink, keeping my eyes
to the desktop.
"I'm sorry, Victor," she said. "But I'm scared of this thing. Your
intensity scares me. My intensity for you scares me."
"Don't go bungee jumping if this scares you." I smiled at the dim
joke.
"Victor, I'll make love to you if you want me to. Just show me how
to not be scared of it."
"Can I trust you?" I defended myself.
"You're as frightened as I am." Sue pulled my shoulders back into
my chair and kissed my cheek. She whispered in my ear, "I love you,
Victor."
"I love you Sue."
We kissed deeply, at length. It was cool and sedate, civilized
where the earlier kiss was barbaric, conversational where the other
demanded. Our tongues danced with each other, moving like seaweed
in the tide, like balloons in a breeze.
Sue moved around the chair, supported by my arms, and sat on my
lap. We drew breath and kissed again, interlocking lips. I kicked
off my shoes, and pulled one of her pumps off. I heard the other
one drop, then felt her tugging at my belt buckle. She smiled at
me, and undid it, then unsnapped the button. I reached for her back
and undid the top button on her silky top with one hand, as I
caressed her breast in the other, weighing and evaluating it. Her
hand crept into my pants and held my penis, which gradually
hardened in her warm grasp.
"Oh, it's big," she said, opening her eyes in an exaggerated way
and popping her lips into an "O". She smiled and licked her lips,
then I kissed her again.
I undid her top and the back of her brassiere, then she sat back
and put her arms over her head. "Take it off," she told me. I
pulled the top over her arms and her bra came with it. Her breasts
were beautiful, full and firm, with thimble sized nipples and
pinkish brown areolae, as they swayed before my eyes.
I kissed Sue's chin, then licked her neck, and delicately kissed
her nipples, first the left, then the right. She reached for the
buttons of my shirtfront, but I stopped her. "Let's enjoy ourselves
like this, first," I told her. "We have as long as we need."
I had her stand up and face away from me, then I mischeviously
pressed the fabric into the crack of her butt, smoothing it in from
the bottom to the top. "Hey," she said, and I pulled her towards
me. She sat on my lap suddenly, and I shifted her hips back so that
my cock was pressing against her ass cheeks. She got the idea, and
turned around and kissed me vigorously. My hands went to her
breasts, and had free play with them, tickling, rubbing, massaging,
twisting the tips, and rubbing the good feelings into her entire
chest and belly. She wiggled her ass against my cock, but was
otherwise helpless in this position, and lay back with her head on
my shoulder as I caressed her from shoulder to fingertip to thighs,
but did not touch her mound. I had determined that Sue Jameson was
going to beg before I would touch her cunt or certainly before I
would let her come.
After I had done with her beautiful chest, I told her to get up and
turn around. Then she straddled my lap, her legs resting on my
hips, her hips resting on my thighs. She undid my shirt and pulled
it off my chest and shoulders. I quickly undid the cuffs and the
shirt dropped to the floor. She rubbed my chest with her hands,
pinching my nipples.
"Fair play," she giggled. Then as she massaged my chest and
abdomen, every once in a while touching my rock-hard cock through
my pants, she began to kiss my neck and earlobes. I reached around
behind her and gripped both her firm buttocks with my hands,
squeezing them like peaches. I moved my hands to her crack again,
sliding up and down it as I felt her quivering flanks. She shivered
as she licked my nipples and kissed them, alternating. She undid my
zipper and jerked the band of my underwear down so it sat on my
cock, bisecting its length.
I picked up her upper body and gobbled up her boobs, licking and
nipping them like a starving man. I was giggling, and she was
squealing, "Hey, cut it out! That tickles." I stopped for a second,
then let in again and teased her titties with my tongue for a while
more. Then I stopped for real, and we both drew our breath. It was
time.
Silently we rose and I pulled down her pants as she pulled down
mine. My penis flopped out and stood straight before me. I
straightened. She looked up and saw it dangling there before her
and touched the tip with her index finger, then tasted her finger
with her tongue. "Mmmm, nice," she said.
Sue kneeled before me, and smiled up at me as she held my prick.
She licked the bottom of my cock from the base to its head, then
swirled her tongue around the head. Then she slid it into her
mouth, encompassing it with her wet kiss. She reached around and
grabbed my ass-cheeks with her hands, then held me still as she
began to slide her mouth up and down on my shaft.
"I can taste the pre-come on the tip of your cock, Victor," she
licked the shaft then sucked on the head.
I ran my fingers through her hair as she sucked on my prick. "How
do you like it, Sue?"
"I love your cock. It tastes and feels so sexy sliding in and out.
It's making me so horny." Sue slid my penis past the sweet lips I
had kissed. As she bobbed her head on my shaft, I started fucking
her warm and wet mouth. She encouraged me by pulling my ass cheeks
towards her. I fucked even deeper, and felt my cock in her throat.
She gulped my meat lustily. Sue Jameson sure knew how to give a
blowjob, and it wasn't long before I was ready to blow.
"I'm going to come," I said.
"Mmmmf," Sue pumped her lips and tongue even faster on my cock. One
hand moved to my balls, and she fondled them as she pulled my butt
to her and deep-throated my cock.
"Oh, Sue. Yeah. I'm gonna shoot a huge..."
I came. I shot jets of sperm into her throat and mouth. She sucked
my shaft deeply and swallowed all the juices that I spattered in
her. She fondled my balls, coaxing all the come out of them, as she
sucked me. She continued sucking as my legs became weak and my
shaft became sensitive, then sucked beyond the sensitivity as I
maintained my erection in her warm, wet mouth.
I leaned my head back and wiped my brow. "Sue, you give one hell of
a blowjob. You are a wonderful cock-sucker. I mean that as a
compliment. Your mouth was even better than I dreamed it could be."
She licked the shaft and head again, then smiled up at me and said,
"It's your turn now, Victor. Eat me. Eat my juicy pussy. It's
juiced up for you."
I lay beside her on the floor and traveled down her body with my
kisses, tasting her sexiness as I went towards the junction of her
legs. I could smell her musk as I moved closer. I felt warmth in my
crotch. Sue was sucking me again, coaxing my cock back into working
order.
The fur on her mons did not hide the puffy pink lips of her slit.
Finally I pushed her legs up and back toward her shoulders. The
pink lips of her sex opened like a blossoming rose inviting me to
continue my quest to taste that honey nectar and bring her to an
orgasm. I put my thumbs on either side of her slit opening it even
more. As I leaned toward my goal I could see that she was more that
ready for anything that I had in mind. The wetness flowed from her
honey hole and puddled at the bottom of that opening. Her sexual
odor reached my nostrils and I could wait no more. I put my mouth
on her cunt and sucked her love juices.
I spread her pussy lips wider and drove my tongue into her pussy.
It was as juicy as she had said. "Yummy pussy," I said. Brilliant
repartee it wasn't, but I challenge anybody to say something
brilliant while tasting a new and delicious woman's sex, when she
is at the same time bathing your prick with her talented tongue and
lips.
I stroked my tongue from the bottom of her slit all the way to the
top. As I reached the top, my tongue caressed her clit which stuck
out like a small erect penis, she gasped and shuddered at that
touch. My tongue on her slit, I shook my head. Then I sucked her
clit between my lips and put my middle finger into her cunt. I
began to work it in and out of her pussy, to open it for better
things.
She took me out of her mouth and moaned, "Yes, Victor, finger-fuck
my pussy. Make me come." Then she plunged my slippery shaft into
her cock-sucking mouth again.
I licked Sue's delicious clit and lapped up the sex juices her
pussy was leaking as I fucked her with my finger. Then I put
another finger into her hot box and fucked her with two fingers.
Sue let out another moan, then let my prick fall out of her mouth
as she began rubbing her breasts, pulling her nipples and massaging
her milk-jugs. Her hips started jerking as she pressed her public
mound against my tongue.
She wrapped her legs around my head and moaned, "You're gonna make
me come. Oh Victor. Oh Victor. Suck me. Suck my slutty pussy." Her
hips began to jerk uncontrollably and her pubis pushed against my
teeth.
She moaned out dirty talk. "Suck my pussy you stud. I love it. Lick
my clit. Oh yes. Use more fingers." I put in another finger and
fucked her pussy with all three. Keep on licking me. I'm coming.
Suck me harder, Victor. Keep licking me. Oh, Victor. Suck my cunt,
suck it. Finger-fuck me harder."
Sue shuddered as she came, and I lapped up the juices that oozed
from her tasty pussy. She shook and moaned my name while her legs
held my face tightly against her muskiness. Finally, she was done
and her legs released my head. "Oh yeah, Victor. You give great
head, you fucking stud."
My cock throbbed to get into the honeyed hole I had just been
licking. "That's just the beginning."
"Are you going to put your hot cock in my cunny? I'm all juicy for
you," she was whimpering.
I got up and pulled Sue to her feet and we kissed for a while,
rubbing each other into a state of frenzy. Then I cleared off my
desk and layed her on it.
"What are you doing?" she asked with a smile.
"Lie on the desk, Sue, we're going to fuck now."
Sue eagerly agreed, wiggling her hot little body at me with her
pussy looking as inviting as a million bucks. "I can't wait for you
to fuck me with that big cock of yours, Victor." She smiled at me,
"Just start slow, loverboy. Stretch my cunny. Make it good and
juicy before you ram it with your fuck-monster."
She grabbed my blue veined cock with her small hand, then as I
leaned into her she guided it into her fuck hole. She moaned her
desires, "First, fuck me slow. Later you can fuck me hard." The
head of my dick touched that hot wet tunnel and I wanted to drive
every inch into her on the first thrust. But the feel of her hand
guiding me reminded me of her plea for tenderness so I was able to
hold back. I slowly pushed the red knob of my cock head into her.
She moaned as our sex organs merged. As I pushed into her hot cunt
she thrust her ass at me, taking more and more of my meat, until I
was fully inside her sugar walls, pubic hairs entwined and my balls
against her ass. I slowly pulled my cock out of her. The elastic
lips of her cunt clung to my shaft, stretching as her hot hole
slowly gave up my meat. I began to push back in just as my tip slid
out of her cunt. I fucked her in long, slow, steady strokes. With
every stroke Sue raised her ass to meet me. As she became
accustomed to my presence she pushed her crotch up at mine with
even more power, forcing my cock deeper into her slowly stretching
vagina. I pushed into her even harder forcing her ass back to the
desk top with each thrust, my balls slapping her ass as my cockhead
beat a slow rhythm against her cervix.
She moaned, "Fuck me harder. My cunny wants to get fucked hard with
your cock." She reached behind her head and braced her arms against
the wall. "Fuck me like an animal, Victor."
I grabbed her hips and fucked her fast and hard. I moaned and
grunted savagely and she chanted "Fuck me, yes, Victor." again and
again. We fucked on that desk like wild beasts.
Finally I could hold out no longer. "Sue, I'm coming," I announced.
She smiled at me divinely, "Yes, lover. Come inside me. Fill me
with your hot load!"
Then she kissed me, sucking my tongue between her lips and
breathing into me. That was all I needed. With a spastic lunge I
buried my burning fuck-meat into Sue's vagina and rested the tip
against her cervix. I erupted. Sperm boiled out of my nuts, through
my reproductive plumbing, pumped through my pulsating shaft, and
splattered white man-spunk in the buttery depths of her cozy, pink
tunnel of love. I was possessed with desire. I wanted to kiss her
forever and eternally pump sperm into her warm, welcoming vagina.
As she felt my cock jerk in orgasm she came too. Sue moaned, "I
want you, Victor Burroughs. I love your fucking hard cock."
I answered "I want you too, Sue" as I continued to orgasm in her
warm, snug sheath.
Her vaginal walls squeezed my spasming cock. Her hot pussy, with
the added heat from my boiling load, kept me coming for a long
time. I just kept on shooting deep in Sue's pussy until I couldn't
even stand up straight. She milked me with her wonderful lovebox
until I was dry. Drained, I collapsed on her heaving breasts. We
were both sweaty and breathing heavily from the power of our love-
making.
Sue said that this time wasn't enough. She wanted to make love to
me again and again, many more times. We kissed and spoke of love
and lust in the afterglow. It was divine to be in Sue's arms,
holding her in mine, my cock still inside her, kissing her and
hearing her sexy voice telling me how sexy I was. I nibbled her
earlobes as she whispered in mine, and after a while I got hard
again. She wrapped her legs around my back and we fucked again,
slower and less urgently this time. It was no less a beautiful
fuck, though. After she came, her vaginal walls squeezing and
gripping my cock, pumping the come out of me, I came again.
Finally my softening tool slipped out of Sue's warm, wet, wonderful
pussy. We dressed and straightened the office hoping that we left
no clues for the cleaning staff. Then we made plans to meet again.
Sue and I have made love several times since then, and every time
has been as good as the first. I can't seem to get enough of her
blowjobs or her wet and wonderful pussy, and she loves my tongue
action almost as much as the way my fat cock fills her up.
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