A Tempting Repair: An Office Erotic Under-desk Adventure

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There's always This story is best enjoyed laying on your bed, put your earbuds in, take a nice, deep breath and just let all the stress, all that tension of the week ago. For the next half an hour or so, it's just you in my voice. This is your time, your pleasure to close your eyes, just let my words, my voice drift over you. The computer flickers to life, its soft glow filling the room, illuminating Ann's face. She

turns her head as if pained by the light. Fuck, she mumbles, at the savage claws of a hangover dragging across her brain. She winces again, promising herself a glass of water into Eybroprofen wants. Its damn computer started to work properly, if it ever did. It wasn't that the it equipment was old in this office or even useless. It just never seemed to work as Anne intended, and in her book, that made it broken. The other staff never seemed to have the same problems, or not ones

that they admit to. At least, consoling herself, it was probably just that they never owned up having an issue. Of course, everybody else had the same problems. Even the damn photocopy had mocked her for three days. She hadn't been able to photocopy one damn piece of paperwork and she sure as hell wasn't asking any of the other younger girls to help her. Leaning back in her seat, closing her eyes for a moment, waiting for the familiar ping of the computer to wake her, she let her

mind wander back to the bar last night. There had certainly been a lot of gin and tonics passing her lips. The jokes had flowed freely. It had been so long since they had gathered as friends, and truly felt like last night was her first night of freedom after serving months in prison. The computers serenaded her briefly and cursed, having hoped for a few more minutes of reliving last night, surveying the office again looking for some distraction this morning.

Of course, the drinking had led to issues this morning with her partner, and despite her best efforts, Anne had to leave the house frustrated and wanted. She needed something to take her mind of the dull ache between her thighs. The phone rings, shattering the genesis of her lustful thoughts. Yet the minute the call is over, their return with a vengeance. Dam Why are meant so useless in bed

after getting drunk tonight? It shifts mean he's working away, so it was back to her favorite battery powered boyfriend, something that was becoming all too familiar for AND's liking, back to letting her eyes drift around the office. The office is clean and sterile, like most offices, she would imagine, self motivational images hung from the walls, not that they

really had any effect on Anne. Bookcases lining the walls full of important looking tones on various aspects of business, each one of them looking more boring than the last. When she first started working in the office, she had briefly started reading one of the books, an interest that had lasted less than ten seconds. She couldn't have been more than a hundred words in, and felt her panties dropping off in boredom, her panties and that thought, God,

was this going to be her day to day? Hung Over, horny and frustrated to Helen Bag this was going to be one hell of a long day. Shifting on her seat uncomfortably, her wet pleasure already teasing at the soft lace of her panties, and squeezes her thighs together, hoping to tame her hot lust. As her wrapper around skirt falls gently over her moving thighs. The sudden breeze caresses at her panties, stimulating her further, and tries to withhold

the gentleman that escapes her lips. Automatically closing her eyes, she sinks into the unbidden pleasure a little more. The ring of her desk phone shakes it quickly from her brief fantasy. A deep voice, resonant and dominant, speaks, Hi, I've been booked to fix your network issues, but I'm running a little late. I'll be with you in about an hour. The tones in the voice melt through Anne somehow,

each vowl teasing her body in such a salacious way. Okay, fine, most of the office will be in a training session. Will that be okay? And responds, frustrated with the disruption to her fantasy. As long as I can get my hands on everything I need, it will be fine. That delectably warm voice resonates somewhere deep with their hands panties. I'll see you then, Anne says, replacing the handset. She sighs a breath of relief. At least she has an excuse now not to go to the staff training session.

The minutes past by, and watches as everyone leaves for the upper floor offices, grateful for the opportunity to sleep a little and recover from the sins of last night. Closing her eyes, she relaxes into a brief sleep. A loud knock at the door wakes her sharply, reacting on instinct, and leaps from her chair and is halfway to the main door before she is even fully awake. Opening it, she stares confused at the young man stood on the doorstep. Can I help you? Yes, it's Mark from Network Services.

We've spoken araga, he says, looking equally confused. Oh, oh, yes, please come in. As a sleep drops from her eyes and can see the sparkle in his eyes, his firm jaw lined, his white smile as he speaks in that waitiful tone, his tone body as he moves pass Ann, rushing against her. Her scirtfuls open and his hand inadvertently brushes her thigh sending tremise to Anne's core. She shudders at his touch, its hands rough against the silken flesh of her thighs. Walking into the main office, he puts

his tool box down on Ane's desk. Am I all right? Leaving this here? He asks, His tones scress sing every inch of Anne's body. Yeah, I guess, She stutters, her eyes tracing a seductive line over his torn jeans, lingering longfully around his groin, noticing the prominent bulge beneath the faded denim, A thousand images flash in Anne's mind. Good, he turns. Anne's eyes cannot help but settle on his tight ask at the contour showing beautifully through the denim.

Salacious thoughts invade Anne's mind. Lust burns between her thighs as her eyes dance over every inch of his hard toned body. Not needing to feel this lust so intensely between her thighs, and returns to her seat, keeping her desk firmly between her and the sexy young network engineer, she really did not need any more temptation to day.

Sliding her chair under the safety of her desk, she inquired, do you need me for anything, Suddenly aware her tongue was caressing her lips in her habit she had when she was downright horning. No, I'm good, he replied, obviously oblivious to her desert, his attention firmly on the contents of his tool box. What is it with men? Okay, wake me up? If you need anything with her quick response and closed her eyes, determined to enjoy the rest of the sleep she had started earlier. She had another

couple of hours before everyone else would return. That was ample time to rid herself of both her hangover and the wanting thoughts invading her mind. It felt like she'd only drifted off for a minute before he disturbed her again, the problems in the cables under the desks. I'm going to have to work under the desks. Refusing to return totally from the bliss of sleep, Anne's eyes remained firmly closed. Fine, I'm here if you need me, but please only if

it's urgent. And with that, and surrendered to her much needed sleep once more. Somewhere in the depths of her dream, she became aware of warm hands pushing her knees gently apart. Feels sur real, his strong hands moving gently up her calves, rough fingers caressing her silken skin. Desire automatically takes over a Han's thighs naturally part, willing the attention, wanting the feeling of his hands, his lips, his tongue along her body. Her scirp falls apart, exposing her wet panties to him.

Exposing her desire, her lust, her need, Alternating between sensuous kisses, long flicks of his tongue, the stinging bite of his teeth. He slowly moves his mouth up her legs, even in her dream, and can feel the desire burning inside of her, the aching in her pussy, her clit to be licked, caressed, fucked, as his mouth moves over the inside of her knees, his rough stubble burning at her soft skin, tantalizing her, her pussy gently throbbing, aching for those lips, those fingers

that cock. The heat radiating from his lips is undeniable. A gentle moon drops from her lips, A gentle moan drops from her lips. Fuck me please. Ignoring her please, he continues to move slowly up her thighs, the gentle sting of his teeth selling shock waists straight up through her thighs into a pussy and right there on her clip. As Anne pushes her chair back, his lips never leave her skin, the firm flick of his tongue causing her

body to wake in such intense ways. Already her thighs tense as he slowly moves up her toes, curling in

her strappy sandals. Jesus, she moans, her hands drop on the thick curls of his hair, running her fingers tightly through them as he moves slowly towards where she needs to feel, his mouth, pulling him further, her wont overpowering any abition she has left, His breath caressing that soft flesh on the inside of her thighs, the dampness of his lips burning through as she feels his stubble caressing the outside of her wet panties, teasing the lips of

her pussy to that softial please, she gasps. Turning his head, his tongue teases along the edge of her panties. Looking down, she holds the intense gaze of his deep blue eyes, willing his tongue further deeper. Slowly, he slides one finger up the lace edge of her panties, easing it back, exposing her wonton pussy to the merciless pleasure of his tongue. Determined to hold that gaze of his beautiful eyes, she refuses to close hers as his fingers trace a slow

line along the length of her lips. Her stomach tenses in anticipation of the desire as he circles her clip, denying her the pleasure of stroking it, just yet satisfied with watching her writhe in passion as he parts her lips. The rush of a gentle breath caresses around her clit, teasing it still further. Anne's body responds with an intense shudder from head to toe, her fingers grasping at his hair,

Resisting the pull of her hands. He gives one intense flick of his tongue, firm and lavish, across her c lit, forcing her body to arc with need. Smiling gently, his tongue caresses slowly around her clit, taunting it, teasing it, before his lips suck gently on it, pulling it firmly

between his teeth. The stinging pleasure of his teeth subsiding as his tongue gently caresses between her lips, tasting her sweet juices, pushing up higher until it brushes along her clip with firm, long strokes, making hands back hark again, and then the sudden thrust of his fingers deep into hands, pussing force a needy cry from her mouth, Oh God, The sensation fueled by her wet pleasure seeping down her thighs, her lips stretching around his rough fingers as they thrust

deeper and deeper into Anne's inviting pussy, his tongue flicking viciously across her clip, sucking it, biting it. The orgasm already moving up her body, is undeniable and yielding, unstoppable. As her thighs clenched tightly around his head, she can hear herself moaning, which just intensifies the sensations moving through her body. The clenching in her stomach becomes a swirling,

intense and burning through her like wildfire. She grasps tightly at his hair, pulling him harder onto her pussy, needing to release, needing to come. Anne's body tenses as the orgasm explodes over her body, his tongue slowing. Han's body shudders in pleasure. He stands up, his heart cock, pressing the denim of his faded jens, hungrily a grass at his belt buckle and then his waistband, her lips seeking his hard cock as his pants drop to the floor.

Firm and hot on her tongue, she slides her lips up and down his length, enjoying the acre pleasure as he grows even harder. Between her lips is throbbing need teasing at her tongue wantingly, and takes him deeper, suppressing a gag as he threatens her throat, tears stinging down her cheeks as she feels its cock pulsing in her mouth. The first drops a pre comb, easing onto her tongue. His fingers grasped at her hair, pulling her head back

and away from his delicious cock. Lifting her roughly from her chair, he pushes her onto and wraps her legs around his waist. The tune of Lady Madonna drifts through the air before silencing and her cellphone vibrating on the desk next to her. A mischievous glint appears in his eyes. Watch your number without thinking, and gives him her number. He picks up the desk phone and downs quickly, all

the time his intensely blue eyes never leaving Anne's. The tune of Lady Madonna drifts through the air again, grabbing her phone, and he holds it tight against her clit, the vibration in the phone setting off tremors through Anne's body. Read oh again. The vibrations against her clit. Read ow again, the vibrations against her clit, her body aching with the waves of pleasure moving up and down her read ow, more vibrations, her clit throbbing, aching in pleasure, her pussy

needing to be fought so hard, so deeply. Pulling her skirt apart, his arms push harshly under her legs, lifting them over his shoulders, moving her panties to one side. He pushes his throbbing erection deep inside Anne's eager pussy, her wet lips stretching around his girth as he pounds into her, leaning into her, his thrust quicken, forceful, masterful, animalistic, the burning desire in his eyes arousing Anne even further desperately.

She grasps at the side of the desk, pulling herself on to him, meeting every thrust with her own passionate motion, His rough hands finding her clip, rubbing it firmly as he thrusts harder and harder into her. Somewhere in the distance, she can hear a phone ring, but to immerse in the pleasure of this hard fucking man, and tries to

ignore it. Strangely, the sound of the phone ringing in perfect timing with his hard thrust, seem to accentuate the sensations, as if the phone was teasing her to clit with every thrust of his cock, as if every ring of

the phone was somehow teasing her to clit. As he fucks her faster and faster, harder and harder, every ring of the phone, every rub of his thumb, every thrust of his cock, increasing her orgasm more and more intense, closer and closer, moaning louder and louder, the ring of the phone, intensifying the sensation as his cock explodes inside of her, warm com filling her pussy. Her body explodes in delightful satisfaction as she comes right there on his cock.

As the warm pleasure of her orgasm embraces her body, the ringing of the phone slowly fades. Anne's moans gently eased. We are panting. She closes her eyes, enjoying the feeling of his cum dripping from her pussy. His cock gently slides from inside her, and he helps her back into her chair. As her breathing calms, Anne feels a veil of sleep. Anne feels a veil of sleep embrace her in a perfect bliss. Excuse me, I think we're done. His deep resonant tones awaken Anne abruptly. Oh yeah, we are,

she manages, confused, her mind clouded from her dream. Everything should work to your satisfaction. Now great, thank you. Sorry, I must have fallen the sleep, and says, shaking the sleep from her mind, I'll let you out. She walks slowly towards the door, her legs shaking a little, grasping the hand or She pauses for a moment, steadying herself as she pulls the door open, leaning against it for stability. He turns and smiles as he leaves. It's been a pleasure,

his voice warming and resonant. Anne returns his smile, still confused. As the door click shut, she slowly becomes aware of a warm sensation dripping down her thigh, enjoying that pleasure for a moment. The soft waves are satisfaction, still moving over her body. Confusion clowns her mind. Was she sleep? Was it a dream? She couldn't have just fucked a strange man on her desk. Returning to her desk, she sinks into her seat. Does it matter, she mumbles, grinning

to herself, sliding her hand between her thighs. Her fingers lift the warm cream to her lips, savoring it for a moment. Anne is suddenly aware of the phone ringing, pausing for a second at pussy clutching in perfect time every sound of the phone as if it was teasing at her clip, enjoying the sensations moving through a body, and pauses for a moment longer listening to the phone, feeling the aching and growing in a pussy again, before

lifting it up and answering it. So I hope you enjoyed that little story this week, so please remember to subscribe, but until next time, and always with your pleasure in mind. This is Devil and Wild, wishing you the most salacious dreams, the.