Would you dare? - Sex Stories

Would you dare?

... Panties saturated, she can feel herself so close, lost to the fantasy that he paints before her eyes. The call ends and she places the receiver down, trembling fingers typing back to him telling him he is wickedly bad. She can smell her scent, her mind and body now his as he takes her. The impending inky abyss is so close, as she teeters and rides the waves of pleasure that flood her quivering body. She craves a release, the whirlwind seduction coming to a crescendo as she can barely focus, her heart pounding and thundering in her ear. Right now, at this moment she knows if anyone were to enter she could not hide it anymore. Whimpers linger upon her lips as she breathes rapidly, pressing her hand between her crossed thighs and squeezing tight once more. As his words continue to fall across the screen she feels the devil now in her, deep inside her. Her cunt clenches wildly as she closes her eyes for a split second, imagining and feeling him inside her as she climaxes powerfully. She feels the flush in her cheeks, her body a trembling, quivering mess as her orgasm consumes her. Her breathing ragged, her orgasm pulses through her, waves of intense pleasure leaving her gasping for air. Several moments pass and she is unable to concentrate on anything as she savours that ...

... most magical of feelings. Her fingertips then gingerly dance over the keyboard, trying to type a message back to him but her mind is a scrambled mess, her response is barely coherent, such is the state she is in. With shallow breaths she tries to control her trembling body as her eyes return to the main office beyond, hoping her secret is safe. Her scent lingers in the air, her panties are soaked and saturated with her desire. She smiles a wry smile as messages are exchanged, his satisfaction evident in having his wicked but deliciously pleasurable way with her. Shuffling upon her seat, she gradually regains a minuscule amount of composure and control. Like a naughty schoolgirl she feels her heart racing, having got away with such playful antics, her colleagues blissfully unaware. A glance at the time and the growing list of neglected work mails is enough to bring the chat to an end, at least for now, as what started as minutes has rolled into an hour and more. She has work to make up but blissfully content she types a last message back telling him how she'll feel him in her saturated panties for the rest of the day. That and a promise of wickedly delicious payback when he is next stuck in the office, a playful smile crossing her lips before she signs off with a kiss.