Workplace Masturbation Stories CUM to Life!
Listen-up for my workplace masturbation stories! Sitting at my desk at the end of the day is NEEDED! I just work my glass wand, get my shirt open so those magical tit lickers can do their thing, and BAM! Was that little perv trying to check me out, or (God forbid) actually trying to gain some brownie points for being a good little worker? Either way, he is sooo busting my teen sex groove. And here he is strutting around after dark, all alone with the world’s horniest fucking boss. And with a dripping pussy? Oh, his ass is so TOAST!
I’m watching him bend and lift and sweat and-fuck! I want his teenage cock bursting in my tight, wet pussy for our workplace masturbation stories. Every muscle ripples as if in symphony and all of one accord. It’s as if he’s not even wearing that shirt. I can see it ALL. And my pussy is exxxtra wet when I see him stroke that beard and mustache. Both being the only hints that he’s a burgeoning MAN! Okay. The huge bulge in his pants said he could fuck the shit out of any woman alive. He looked like a kid. Maybe he’s 19. Maybe. What can I say? I’m a cheater! Giggle
Workplace Masturbation Stories, Here’s Richey!
“Hi! I’m Richey. The teen summer intern. I have those files you needed earlier.”
I just glared at him, never realizing my shirt was still open and his eyes were LOCKED on my swollen tits.
“Well, that helps a lot, Richey! I needed these yesterday! Now, I’m stuck here at the office late again because of your incompetence! This cannot happen EVER AGAIN! Is that clear?”
He was clearly shocked. He has different thoughts on our workplace masturbation sex stories! But, he was also turned on by my anger. His cock was growing, like teenage cock tends to do, and filling his khakis to capacity. And my pussy swelled and dripped right there at my desk. So, I told him to cum behind my desk to look at my computer screen so he could see how much it takes to run this business! When he stepped around, his dick receding him by at least 9 inches, he bent to gaze at the screen and came face to tits with my still open blouse.
Workplace Masturbation Stories Keeps Going!
Moreover, Richey licked his lips and I could hear his breath catch in his young-boy throat. Then, I asked him if he was willing to help me lighten my load; and in return, I would help him lighten his load. So, my barely legal, teenage boy-toy was about to get the lesson of a lifetime. However, he agreed to assist me and took the hidden wand from my desktop, massaging it on my throbbing clit over my soaked panties. Usually, this kind of nubile pleasuring would be considered criminal behavior. Deliciously criminal.
Oh, workplace masturbation sex stories! Richey took over like a BOSS, suckling at my tits, nibbling, biting, pulling at them until I cried out in a primal howl. He lowered his teeth and trailed his lips along my belly and down over my mound, gobbling at my clit as he went. Finally, my hips thrust off my chair to meet his mouth and grabbed the back of his head. I fucked his face so hard he could feel my bones under the skin as it slammed against his wanton mouth and tongue. He drank my squirt down and continued his attack of cunnilingus until I nearly blacked out with pleasure.
Workplace Masturbation Stories. Happy Endings!
Richey staggered to his feet and shoved that big dick down my throat in one felled-swoop and I gagged until the tears ran from the corners of my eyes and spittle dripped from my chin. His dick made that wonderful “splash”, “splosh”, “drip” sound, with which I am more than a little familiar.
So, I took him home with me and he’s been here the entire summer. Need a wintertime upper? I’m the best phone sex EVER! CUM and get your workplace masturbation stories!
Just Joey
