Riding on Co-Workers Cock after the Christmas Party – Heather Kane

Heather, the busty blonde bombshell from advertising and marketing, sauntered into the dimly lit basement workplace on shaky legs. Her crimson lipstick was smeared and her shirt hung open, revealing the tantalizing swell of her heaving breasts. She’d had somewhat an excessive amount of to drink on the Christmas get together and one factor had led to a different…

“Hey there, stud,” she purred, locking eyes with the brand new man from accounting. What was his identify once more? Jake? John? She could not keep in mind. But she did keep in mind the large bulge in his slacks when she’d straddled him throughout a sport of ‘Never Have I Ever’ upstairs.

The younger man seemed up from his pc display, eyes widening on the sight of the voluptuous lady earlier than him. “Uh, hey Heather. What brings you down here?”

Heather put an unsteady hand on his desk and leaned in, giving him an ample view down her shirt. “Isn’t it obvious? I couldn’t stop thinking about you after the party. About this…”

She sidled across the desk and climbed unsteadily into his lap, throwing one lengthy leg over him. Her pencil skirt rode up her thighs as she settled her plush bottom towards his swelling hardness. She may really feel warmth radiating off his physique.

“I thought we could continue our game of… never mind the game,” she breathed, grinding towards him. “I want you to fuck me, right here in this office. Think you’re up for it, big boy?”

Jake (or was it John?) set free a shaky groan as Heather’s supple lips discovered his neck. Her nimble fingers have been already unbuttoning his shirt, slipping inside to caress his agency chest. She may really feel his coronary heart pounding beneath her contact.

“Well, aren’t you a nervous little thing?” she teased, nipping at his earlobe. “Don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone. Our little secret,” she purred. “Now, be a good boy and take me right here on this desk.”

Heather stood up, turning round and bending over the desk, shimmying her skirt up over the swell of her juicy ass. She seemed again over her shoulder on the flustered younger man, eyes sparking with lust. “Come claim your reward, stud. Show me what a big boy you are.”

Fumbling barely, he unbuckled his belt and let his slacks drop to the ground, liberating his rock-hard manhood. Heather’s breath caught on the sight of his spectacular girth, shortly forgetting his identify altogether.

Reaching again, she slid her panties off and hiked her skirt up absolutely, exposing herself to his hungry gaze. “Mmm, look at that pretty pussy, just waiting to be filled,” she breathed, reaching again to unfold herself open for him. “Come claim your prize, stud.”

He did not should be informed twice. Moving behind her, the younger man grabbed her by the hips and pressed the blunt head of his cock towards her slick entry. Heather moaned and pushed again towards him, determined to be stuffed.

Slowly, torturously, he sank into her welcoming depths, stretching and filling her so deliciously. Her velvety partitions clenched round his girth as he bottomed out, releasing a guttural groan from his throat. “Fuuuck, you’re so tight,” he grunted.

“Mmm, and you’re so big,” Heather moaned wantonly, undulating her hips towards him. “Fuck me just like that, stud. Don’t be gentle. I want to feel it for days.”

With a agency grip on her large hips, he started to maneuver, pulling out virtually absolutely earlier than slamming again in. Heather cried out, fingers scrabbling for buy on the desk as he started to pound into her. The moist slap of flesh stuffed the basement as he rode her laborious and quick, simply as she’d commanded.

“Fuck, yes! Just like that!” she wailed, assembly every of his highly effective thrusts. “Mmm, I love how you fill me up. Don’t ever stop fucking me, stud!”

Sweat beaded on their pores and skin because the drive of his thrusts rocked the desk. Heather’s big tits jiggled and bounced beneath her shirt with each pump of his hips, engaging him to go even more durable. He obliged, gripping her tighter and hammering into her moist warmth with abandon.

“Ungh, I’m gonna cum,” he grunted, balls slapping towards her thighs. “Fuck, you feel too good! I’m gonna fill this slutty little cunt!”

“Mmm, do it,” Heather demanded breathlessly, reaching again to unfold herself even wider for him. “Paint my insides, stud. I want to feel you cum deep in my pussy!”

With a roar of masculine triumph, he slammed balls-deep and exploded inside her, floods of sizzling cum pumping into her hungry depths. Heather wailed in ecstasy, her slick partitions milking him for each final drop as she got here undone round him.

They rocked collectively for lengthy moments, driving out the waves of bliss, till lastly he slumped over her again, spent. “Holy shit,” Jake (or John?) panted. “That was…”

“Mmm, incredible,” Heather completed for him, greater than somewhat happy with herself. “Merry Christmas, stud.”

Pulling off his softening cock, she straightened up and smoothed her skirt again down. Glancing over her shoulder as she walked away, she gave him one final smoldering look. “Think of me when you go back to your boring old numbers, hmm? And maybe next year we can have a repeat performance.”

With that, Heather sashayed away, leaving the brand new man in accounting gaping after her, thoughts already whirling with ideas of the following Christmas get together…