The Adventures Of Lucy And John: Office Frustration - Sex Stories

The Adventures Of Lucy And John: Office Frustration

... uncomfortably against my desk and trying to hide my growing erecting that was tenting my suit trousers.

“Yes, what, darling?” she asked slyly.

“Yes, I want to hear your story,” I replied as loudly as I dared.

“Ah, that’s good. My nipples are so hard, and my clit is so sensitive as I stroke it for you.”

“The story," I said, looking at the clock ticking away on my calendar, counting down to the meeting.

“Of course, darling. So, after a bit of nudging and gentle persuasion, I managed to get him to share his fantasy. He wanted to role-play as a Priest and a Nun, and I could tell that he was embarrassed and she was a bit shocked. I think I might have to get her back for a one-on-one session to loosen her up.

“Anyway, the fantasy.

“He wants her to dress like a sexy nun and him as a priest and then greet him on her knees, asking for his forgiveness. He would bless her and tell her that the only way to absolve her sins is to receive his blessings.

“He wanted her to suck his cock in her outfit until he cums down her throat. After that, he would make her stand with her face to the wall with her arse thrust out so he could spank her as punishment for her impure thoughts.

“Oh god. This is making me so hot, darling. I want your cock in my mouth. Is this making you horny, baby?”

“You know it fucking is,” I answered, adjusting myself under the table. Just then, a junior member of my team came over and, seeing that I was on the phone, lent against the cubicle ...

... wall. I looked up and met Rosie’s gaze. I raised a questioning eyebrow and nodded as she mouthed “five minutes” and pointed towards the conference room.

“Are you still there, baby? God, I’m so close to cumming. Just the thought of you pinning me against the wall and fucking me until I scream. I’m so wet, can you hear it? Oh God…shit, yes….cumming…fuuuck.”

I listened in rapture as Lucy came hard at the other end of the line, her breath panting and heaving.

“John? John? We have to go. We have two minutes.”

“I’ll be right there, Rosie. Can you stall them for me? There's an emergency at home. I’ll be two minutes.”

Rosie nodded, and I watched as the stunning blond strutted her way to the conference room. Rosie was in her late twenties and had joined my consulting team six months ago and, in that short time, had become a huge asset. Not only was she excellent at her job, but she was drop-dead gorgeous. Five foot six, a slim athletic body that she toned in the gym, long blonde hair that she often left loose and perky grapefruit-sized breasts that she loved to show off any chance she got. She always got attention wherever she went and had given me more than one fantasy over the time we had worked together.

“Was that Rosie, John?”

“Yes. Jealous?”

“Only that she gets to spend all day with you. And that you get to spend all day with her? Is she looking as sexy as ever?”

“Yes.”

“I bet you would love to fuck her, wouldn’t you? You’d love to bend her over that ...