Office sex story, couple engage in a planned intense office fuck
Author: PJA Woode Categories: BDSM, Written by Men, Couples Fucking, Free Erotic StoriesComment
Anita had never managed a man like Lorenzo before. She had made a bold move when recruiting him. She wanted someone to add a bit of drive to her lovely team of five, all of whom were a little too ‘nice’ and overly keen to compromise. Sadly, Lorenzo really wasn’t proving the right fit—he was rather similar to everyone else in terms of personality, but he lacked their technical competence.
It had been Lorenzo’s appraisal that morning, and it hadn’t gone well. His technical ability on the design software was not great; his spreadsheet work was sloppy; his PowerPoints dull; his presentations lacked direction. He simply wasn’t professional enough and she’d told him so. It had been a challenging session.
But Lorenzo had one really important asset. He was hot. Anita often flirted a tiny bit with the women in the office—she did like women and had slept with a few over the years. She always enjoyed sex with a woman, either on her own or as part of a threesome. But she probably liked men a touch more. There was no getting away from the fact that given the choice of licking a pussy or a cock, eight times out of ten she’d opt for the cock.
As Lorenzo left the meeting room at the end of the appraisal, Anita found herself staring at his butt. He may be a shit worker, but his presence did lift her mood. As he opened the door to leave, Lorenzo turned. “I’m sorry I’m so crap,” he said.
“I wouldn’t go that far,” she replied, trying to raise his spirits.
There was a pause before Anita smiled. “You’re a nice guy. Everyone in the team enjoys working with you. You bring—how can I put it—a bit of sparkle to the office.”
“Sparkle?” Lorenzo reflected back.
“You’re good fun to work with, you’re easy on…” Anita almost slipped up. She corrected herself— “Easy to work with.”
“I hope I don’t come across as a bit flirty… at least you didn’t say so in the appraisal.”
Then there was a pause. An overly long pause, with both looking directly at the other’s eyes.
Anita was still feeling a bit sorry for Lorenzo. She had been harsh on him earlier. Her empathy seemed to resonate with her employee and he smiled meekly. Anita returned the smile. If he wasn’t so fucking hot, she might have avoided what was to follow. But she was currently experiencing a sexual drought and that was not good. Without the sex she craved, she began to think about fucking Lorenzo. It was out of the question, of course, but in that fleeting moment, she could almost imagine sucking his cock. And she bet he was one heck of a fuck, too.
Such wanton thoughts began to nudge Anita over the line of acceptable work behaviour.
“Well, I know I’m your boss, and I know that this is terribly politically incorrect, and I know I’m going to regret saying it—but yes, some of us enjoy those flirtatious moments.” She hesitated, before adding: “And you have a very hot butt.”
Playing along, Lorenzo took a step further. “To be equally politically incorrect, your butt is pretty damn hot, too.”
“Well, thank you,” Anita replied. She knew she had a tight arse and the compliment was genuinely appreciated.
A slightly tense silence followed. Both had made a move if only a small one. But that line of acceptability had been clearly crossed. Things could have stayed as they were, and Anita could just have been able to make a retreat back to respectability and safety, had it not been for Lorenzo making a seemingly throw-away comment that the last person who had complimented him on his butt had been a guy.
“A man?” queried Anita. “So, do you, are you…?” So, could Lorenzo have bi tendencies like herself? His comment had really piqued her interest. She needed to find out more.
But Lorenzo wasn’t giving anything away. “Do you… are you?” he came back, turning the question back on his boss and evading giving an answer himself.
Anita’s professional discretion had now totally disappeared. The employer/employee boundary was no more. This was not a good position to be in and Anita knew it. But she couldn’t hold back.
“I have to confess, I have enjoyed the company of the same sex in the bedroom on more than one occasion.”
“Well,” remarked Lorenzo, “the guy who commented on my butt was also in a bedroom at the time. We were with a rather special woman who liked threesomes—especially with two men. She said she liked my butt and this guy said he liked it too.”
“So, you like threesomes?” asked Anita
“Well, don’t you?”
Anita realised that Lorenzo was rather good at answering questions with questions of his own.
“I am rather partial to them,” she replied, “especially if there’s another woman involved.”
“Have you had one with two guys?” Lorenzo was still asking questions.
“Well, you have clearly,” Anita replied. “And, yes, I have.”
“What did you get up to?”
“The usual, I suppose…” Anita was now tempting Lorenzo to ask more questions. She wanted to see how far he would go. She wanted to talk sex with him. She wanted to hear the detail, the rawness and earthiness of it. More than that—she wanted a fuck.
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“In that boy, boy, girl threesome, did you have both of them at the same time?” Lorenzo asked.
Anita grinned and nodded.
“Did you go as far as a DP?”
“Now that’s quite a question to ask a lady, especially if she’s your boss.” Anita paused. She knew now that Lorenzo was clearly up for it. He was every bit as sexual as she was. They did similar things. They seemed to have similar interests. They were both players. They both looked the part.
Anita sensed that this banter could lead to a sensational fuck. It would be totally out of order, of course. But what the heck—she had gone way too far already. She was bloody horny and no way was she going to stop now.
“You’d be pretty hardcore if you did a DP,” said Lorenzo, hovering on the topic. Clearly desiring more from Anita.
But Anita was now the one holding back. She said that they’d leave it there but suggested that they meet again at the end of the day once everyone else had left the office.
Before they vacated the room, Anita, tongue very much in cheek, added:
“Of course we need to agree on your key performance indicators for our evening meeting otherwise it wouldn’t be very professional.”
Playing along with her Lorenzo agreed: “Well, that goes without saying. Can we also agree with the main objective, along with any secondary ones?”
“Well, Lorenzo,” began Anita now playing the boss and putting on an overly formal managerial voice, “your primary objective is to fully meet my needs.”
“Fine. I’m keen to do exactly that. Could you be more precise,” came Lorenzo’s reply.
“Well,” continued Anita “I’d like to be satisfied more than once.” Her managerial tone began to slip into a more cheeky one. “Naturally, we are talking ladies first. And there’s a special bonus if I come more than once.”
“I thought a good developmental point,” she continued playfully, “would be the opening moves. I would like to see you take more control and show authority.”
Lorenzo nodded. “I think I can manage that.”
“Good,” said Anita with a smile. “So, I will be expecting you to take the lead from the very outset and clearly guide me through the whole session.” Then dropping all pretences and any hint of being the manager—either in actuality or in play—she continued, “Oh fuck it, Lorenzo. I just wanted you to fuck me. And I really want you to do it in a really specific way. I’m basically a sub, so take control. But I’m a bit more than just a sub. I have very specific needs, BDSM styled needs. I know that sounds rather contradictory.”
“It’s fine,” reassured Lorenzo.
“OK then. I’m going to spell it out. My butt needs a lot of attention. I do like anal sex, being licked from behind and any tongue on my asshole will be particularly appreciated. I like to suck cock, too. For quite a long time. And I’d like to start with my clothes and you to strip me naked. But take your time. Do it slowly. I want to have nothing on right at the end, apart from my shoes. Leave my heels on please.”
“You are a demanding boss,” came Lorenzo’s retort. Smiling, he added, “Don’t worry, all of that sounds bloody great.”
And with that, they left the room and rejoined their colleagues in the open-plan office.
That afternoon the two enjoyed some light, anticipatory banter. When Anita came up to Lorenzo’s workspace, she asked if he was on top of the figures for tomorrow’s pitch. Lorenzo replied that he was confident that he hadn’t made any cock-ups.
There was a bit of physical flirting, too. The most blatant of which was in the kitchen, when Anita was caught in the doorway as Lorenzo walked in. She had two mugs of tea in her hands, which she held out to either side of herself to avoid them spilling. This had the effect of pushing out her breasts, which Lorenzo, mimicking her stance with his empty mug, brushed against with his chest.
By the time their last co-worker had left it was nearly six o’clock. Anita walked past Lorenzo’s desk, making sure her tight butt in that tight black skirt rubbed up against his back. Looking over her shoulder, she said: “Lorenzo, I think it’s time for meeting number two.”
Anita was gambling her career—her future, on this fuck. Though she was heady with excitement, the feeling was tempered with more than a touch of anxiety.
She pulled the blinds shut in the meeting room, but left a tiny bit open so she could check on Lorenzo. Unaware that he was being watched, Anita saw him put his hand down his trousers, clearly enjoying a growing hardness.
As far as Anita was concerned, she was desperate for that fuck. She sat at the desk and could feel her pussy moisten. She slipped a hand into her knickers to check. There was a welcome dampness on her lips and she rubbed them gently, teasing out more juices, which she gathered on her fingertips and used to lube her clit. The door handle moved and she pulled her fingers back, and popped them in her mouth, adopting a pose of thoughtfulness while also savouring her own taste.
Lorenzo sat opposite her. “So are you going to help me perk up my PowerPoint? Can you give me some tips on how I should strip down my spreadsheets, and also help lick my presentations into shape?”
“Well, Lorenzo, I could certainly do that. There’s no doubt all would be great for your personal development plan. But I thought a fuck might be both more productive and more fun.”
With that Lorenzo crossed over to Anita’s side of the table, bent over and kissed her. He was a good kisser, and she really liked the way he licked her tongue.
Anita was hungry, she wanted to get his cock out and eagerly undid his belt. His cock sprang free and to her complete delight, Lorenzo was on the big side—good length and a magnificent girth. Beyond perfect.
She closed her lips around his helmet and started to flick her tongue around his frenulum. God, it was so good to feel a cock in her mouth again. She started to bob up and down while pumping and twisting his considerable shaft with her hand. She loved that firmness in her grip and the feeling of fullness in her mouth, those salty early emissions—fuck, he tasted good.
Keeping her eyes on Lorenzo, partly because it made her even hotter to stare at her lover while she fellated him, but also to ensure she wasn’t going to push him over the edge too soon, she worked on the tip of his prick. His reactions were clear—this was his key spot and he was loving it.
After a good five minutes of the most magical sucking, Lorenzo took control, kissing her and then turning her around and placing her face down on the table, her arse bent over the edge. He slipped off her knickers and kissed her bottom. While there was real tenderness in his actions, she sensed an urgency coming.
His face sank between her cheeks and his tongue found her rosebud, rimming her teasingly before he moved down to her pussy. She was dripping and his mouth was oh so welcome. He darted from lips to the clitoris and a delicious tension built in her cunt.
Lorenzo put his hand to her face and she greedily sucked on his fingers. But she needed more. She needed that cock to penetrate her. And she was pleased when Lorenzo made his next move. He stood up and kissed her.
She tasted her own juices on his tongue. As she was savouring them, he pushed his fingers deep in her pussy.
He was building up a lovely rhythm and then he probed deeper with his digits and located her G-spot. Rubbing gently on this incredible spot pushed Anita further towards her orgasm.
But she didn’t want to come yet. She needed that huge cock in her pussy.
Her wait was over as she finally felt Lorenzo’s thick prick nudge at her entrance then slide into her wetness. She took his full length and clenched him tight, squeezing him and building her own pleasure around him. He soon started pumping and grinding. Anita loved feeling his midriff slap against her butt.
He pulled Anita up to standing and hugging her close, he was now able to penetrate at an even more acute angle.
Rolling her over and clearly recalling his brief, he tried to take off her skirt, but the buckle hitched and Anita had to reach to help, and she did gladly, desperate to be rid of her clothing.
With some added saliva applied to his cock, Lorenzo now entered her missionary style. As he thrust, Anita started to play with her clit. She was closing in on her climax.
It was at this moment that Lorenzo did something totally unexpected. He ripped open her blouse, popping the buttons in the act. God, she was pleased she’d taken off her bra during a visit to the staff shower room shortly beforehand. Those breasts needed to be free and next to his skin. Her orgasm shook through her, but it was a smallish one. Anita was pleased as it left more in the battery for later.
Now naked, she found herself being lifted up by Lorenzo who continued to fuck her standing up. Feeling the strength of his arms added to her his masculinity. The vertical ride was amazing and the rhythm of the thrusts was just perfect for her. She clenched that bulbous cock and felt a jerk back from her lover.
But it was that different, delightful angle of a stunning prick that did it for Anita. She’d not had too many vertical fucks before and the intensity was blowing her mind and body. And being held up too gave her a sense of weightlessness. All of which finally pushed her over the edge and an intense orgasm shuddered through her cunt and up through the rest of her body. She spasmed on that beautiful prick, her juices flowing down its full shaft. This was a really big climax.
By now Lorenzo was nearing his own peak. He pulled his prick out of Anita’s sodden cunt and wanked himself over her belly. Anita liked it when she saw a man’s spunk on her. It didn’t really matter where—face, breasts, belly—it was just good to see his jizz on her and feel the blobs of warm wetness. She would let it dry there, knowing she would enjoy that starchy feeling on her skin on her journey home.
She’d need to wear a coat for that trip, given the state of her blue blouse. She picked it up off the floor and examined the buttons. “Perhaps we ought to add sewing to that personal development plan of yours?” she said while looking at Lorenzo.
“Along with all those other things you mentioned this morning?” he replied with a laugh.
“Well, it was good to see such a strong, all-round and sustained performance from you this evening,” Anita responded, playing the boss once again. “I do think that your key performance indicators were well and truly met.”
“And that very cheeky question of yours…?” she asked
Lorenzo looked puzzled.
“About DP—by which I assume you meant digital publishing?” She grinned.
“Naturally, could it refer to anything else?” came Lorenzo’s innocent answer.
“Yes, I have some experience with DP. In fact several, thoroughly enjoyable and truly memorable ones.”
“So have I,” confessed Lorenzo.
“Perhaps you could track down a business associate sometime in the not too distant future. It would be wonderful to experience that with you. I sense that you would be rather good at it.”
“It’s top of my list of actions I’ve taken away from this evening’s session, replied Lorenzo. “I’ll send you a calendar request first thing in the morning.”
“And Lorenzo,” Anita said, adopting the voice of a manager once again. “Two important final points. First—you are not crap. And second, and most importantly, this never happened.”
“Of course it didn’t,” he agreed. “It would have been most unprofessional.”
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