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Christmas Party Sex

I didn’t need to answer and walked past the other staff members at the front of the bus not caring if they saw use disappear in to Carls house together or not through their drunken haze.

Inside Carl’s tiny flat he made us both coffee and poured us a drink of wine before sitting down in his cosy lounge. I wouldn’t have objected to him dragging me to his bedroom and fucking my pussy, which was tingling and very, very wet. I could feel my wetness seeping out of me, carrying out Carl’s seed into my panties.

We talked a little and let each other know that the flirting at work had been an excruciatingly long session of foreplay. We both wished we had acted on our feelings towards each other before now. I took a mouthful of wine and swirled it around my mouth while he told me about the times he had worked with me at my desk and then slipped off to the toilets for to masturbate about me. The thought of him, cock in hand jerking furiously while imagining me doing heaven knows what to him made my heart race.

“So what were you imagining me doing to you.” I had to ask it was impossible for me not to.

Our inhibitions were so far gone by now that he blurted it out immediately. “I wanted to drag you to the store room at the far end of the offices. You know, the disused section.” I did the workforce had been reduced over the previous ten years, leaving half of the building we worked in silent and deserted. “And then I’d pull out my cock and watch you drop to your knees wearing that dark blue skirt suit you have. You know the one that you wear with the powder blue satin blouse?”

I nodded willing him to continue. “Then you’d suck me deep into your mouth, you tell me that you are my own personal sex toy and just as I’m about to pop you throw back my head and I cover your face in cum. It drips off your face and down the front of your blouse and jacket.”

I shrieked with delight. “You have some imagination. Did you really think I was that filthy?”

“I hoped.” He smiled.

“I am that filthy and as you have been so honest I think I ought to return the favour.” I said, suddenly a little shy but increasing in confidence as I started to tell him about my filthy secrets. “I have a favourite vibrator and, well, I always think about you when I use it. I get showered and shaved then get into bed and start to play with my click. The vibe is always in my bedside draw and since I realised I was hot for you I’ve used it a lot.” I could see he was intrigued and excited by what I was telling him.

“The first time I really let myself go was when we had been working all afternoon on the Harrison deal. I was so frustrated that when I got home I fucked myself silly with my vibrator and squirted all over the bed. My duvet was soaked and the room seemed to stink of sex for a week. After that I took a clitoral vibrator to work and when I got really horny about you I sometimes slip off to the loo for a bit of personal time.”

Carl was almost panting so there was only one thing I could do.

I stood up and slipped off my dress, letting it fall to the floor before stepping out of it. Carl stared at my naked tits, he was impressed, I was smugly satisfied.  I turned, bending at the waist to pick it up and gave him a great view of my ass in its red satin panties and the bulging lips between my legs. Then I knelt in front of the dumb-struck carl, pushing his legs apart and slowly releasing his cock from his trousers.

He was hard and dribbling when my hands grasped him. Hardly surprising in the circumstances. So I got straight to work on the stiff member that his lustful thoughts about me had created. He tasted of my pussy and his own cum, the flavour making me feel hornier than I was already. I relaxed my throat as much as I could and before beginning to masturbate him forced my head forward to cram as much of his hot, hard cock into my mouth as I could. Carl’s hips rose up and forced me to gag immediately. He stopped, obviously worried he had inadvertently overstepped the mark but I pressed on, gurgling and slurping, my tongue caressing his rod as I struggled to breath when I could. It was partly for show but partly because I felt very dirty that evening and wanted to do everything I had been fantasising about …

I released his cock from my mouth, except for the tip that I sucked hard, rubbing the frenulum with my tongue. I grabbed his balls and formed an O with my thumb and forefinger around his shaft so I could stroke the lovely soft skin back and forth. I listened to his body, varying the speed and force of the strokes until I could feel what he liked and slowly speeded up as it became apparent he was about to fulfil his fantasy.

Carl started to groan but I didn’t need that to tell me he was cumming. His balls tightened and his cock swelled in m y mouth, the stream of precum I had been tasting changed its taste as the first of his semen escaped. Before he started to pump hot cum in my mouth I release him and pointed his erection at my face. Then it happened, jets of cum too numerous to count erupted from him. The hot fluid plopped onto my skin just missing my eyes and dribbling down both cheeks, my lips and chin. I milked him until I was satisfied that the very last eruption had finished then sucked his glans clean.

Carl lay back in his chair, silent but watching me intently. I knew he was imagining what we could get up to next so simply got to my feet and let the cum drip from my face onto my boobs as his eyes too in my naked breast and torso, then down to my soaked panties and sexy hold-ups.

“You owe me a shower.” I told him. “Now come and soap me up.”

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