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The Office Chair

The Office Chair

I met a guy online who loved fucking me and lived close to my office. He was about 20 years younger than me, had a really fat cock, and could cum multiple times in a single session. He liked that I would wear lingerie and paint my lips pink for him, and that I had a private office with no windows that we could fuck in.

While my office was private, I did have neighbors on both sides of it, and we often hooked up during business hours, so we had to keep the noise to a minimum, as not to be busted by the other people in the office building. I sort of enjoyed this, because it limited our sounds and forced a lot more face to face interaction, and whispering, which I found to be a turn on.

He wasn’t crazy about it, because he liked to make noises when he fucked me, and he liked to hear me squeal like a girl when he was really laying that pipe hard. Anytime he would start grunting and breathing heavy, I would pull him in close to me and kiss him, then whisper in his ear and remind him to keep it down.

He really liked when I would get on top of him and ride his cock. He liked me being able to grind as hard or as soft as I wanted to, and he could just lay back and enjoy watching me fuck myself with his big fat dick. The problem I had with that, was that my office floor is essentially concrete with thin office style carpet.

I had a blanket that I would lay down, and had a makeshift pillow that I would give him to rest his head on, but for me to ...

... straddle him meant that my knees would be on this concrete. Like I said earlier, he was 20 years younger, and my knees would start to hurt after a little while. It sucks getting old, especially when you’re talking about fucking like a jack rabbit while in your 40’s.

The typical routine was that he would show up, and I would buzz him in. He would come in to a dim room with candles burning, and a mix of some slutty girly sissy pop playing lightly in the background, and begin to undress in silence. I would undress, put on a babydoll slip over my bra and panties, do my lipstick in a compact mirror at my desk, then walk over to him, kiss him all the way down his body until I was on my knees, then I would start sucking his cock.

This particular time was a little bit different, though it started out as the same routine. As soon as I put the head of his cock in my mouth, he would make a loud groaning sound, which would trigger me to squeeze his ass cheeks. He would look down at me, and with a mouthful of his cock, I would look up at him and gently shake my head as if to say, “be quiet, baby.”

“I love the way my cock looks in your pink lips,” he said lightly, “it makes your lips look like a pussy.”

I would nod and moan softly, which would make my lips and tongue vibrate around his cock, and he loved that. It usually triggered him to put his hands on the back of my head, and begin softly fucking my face, forcing me to take his whole cock in my mouth, and he would hold it there. ...