The Slutty Colleague

The story you are about to read is 100% true and took place quite some time ago. I can't say I'm any kind of handsome, but thank God women always seem to react when they see me.

I was working at a company that manufactured men's and women's underwear. I was in charge of sales and managed the team of salespeople. All the salespeople were men. Due to excessive work, I would stay late into the night to organize the sales.

So one day, it was winter, a Friday around eight in the evening, numb from the chair and the PC where I was pulling up sales statistics, I decided to make a little coffee since I still had a lot of work left.

I left the office and was walking down the corridor that led to the company kitchen. Everyone was gone, or so I believed. Some office doors were open and others completely closed. Silence everywhere, to a degree that made you shiver. I went to the kitchen, made my little coffee, and took the route back to my office. Deserted everywhere. . . so quiet I could hear my own footsteps on the corridor's carpet. I was approaching the office and as I opened the door I heard a noise from another office. I was genuinely startled. I left the coffee and went hesitantly to look. The door half-open and a light on, not very strong. I open the door but see nothing. Suddenly, from an inner space of the office, Amalia appears. She is one of the company's designers. Chestnut-blonde, around 1.75m tall, 25 years old, slender, ample breasts and lips full of promises. . . She was startled too when she saw me. . .

She explained to me that she had to deliver some designs and that she had to finish tonight. I asked her if she minded if I had a cigarette and she said she wanted a break too. So we found ourselves sitting on the office couch and talking about the company. Amalia is the key to the company and only shows the designs to the boss. Surprisingly, she told me she was very worried because she didn't know if the designs she had created would be liked. I suggested she show them to me and after much thought, she agreed with reservation. I can't say I liked them, but I didn't want to disappoint her either. So my answer was that they look different on paper and different when worn.

She laughed and said to me: You're right. . . wait a minute.

Honestly, in a little while she comes out wearing a robe tied at the waist and goes towards the door. She locks it and comes in front of me. She opens the robe and asks me how it looks now that she's wearing it. I was stunned. . . .

I didn't miss a beat and after looking professionally at the underwear, I made the observation about whether its application would last since the design had a lot of lace. She comes closer and suggests I check its elasticity. I reached out my hand and thought I would burn. She turned her back for me to see the design from behind. . . Of course it was a string!!! After I told her it was truly perfect, with hurried movements I got up, unlocked the door, and went to my office. I don't like to do stupid things at my job.

I drank the half coffee in one go and with two puffs smoked a cigarette. Just as I was calming down and about to continue my work, I hear a knock on the door. She opens it and it was Amalia. Dressed normally in her clothes.

She comes and asks me for a light to light a cigarette. She asked me why I left so abruptly and I found a stupid excuse. She was sitting across from me and smoking. . . Suddenly she lifts her skirt and opens her legs and started caressing her pussy over her underwear. She closed her eyes and leaned her head back on the chair. Her garters perfect. . . Heavy breathing that kept getting stronger. She opens her eyes and looks at me. Are you going to stay there, she asks me? I didn't answer. . . My opinion was . . . not at work. . . !!!

She gets up and comes towards me. She lifts her skirt and sits on my lap. She lowers and starts unzipping the fly of my pants. By now I couldn't resist. She takes it out and with a cry of enthusiasm puts it in her mouth. How 20cm fit in her mouth I can't understand. She gave a perfect blowjob. Sometimes she licked my cock and sometimes my balls. . .

I lift her and lean her on the desk. I lift her skirt and start kissing her legs. She smelled wonderful. . . As soon as I reached the black string, I got the scent of her wetness. I took it off with my teeth and started giving her a slow and torturous cunnilingus. . . She was screaming, howling. . .

Lick me, my stud. . . I want your tongue on my cunt. . . She's gone crazy with lust. . . Fuck me, you slut. . . I want a lot of fucking tonight. . . Yes. . . Yes. . . I'm cumming, my boy. . . . I'm cumming, you slut. . . . I'm cummmmmming. . . . . !!!!

Her cum covered my face and she started licking it off. . . She gets up, undresses completely, and climbs onto the desk, spreading her ass cheeks. . . At work, we all talked about her ass. . .

She was stretching it as much as she could and with her hands opened her ass cheeks. . . What are you waiting for, my stud? Fuck my cunt. . . I want you to tear me apart. . . Can't you see what a fucking woman I am. . . ? and she opened her ass as much as she could.

My cock had turned red. . . With one thrust I nailed it deep inside her. . . She howled with lust. . . Deep, my big cock. . . Tear me apart, please. . . What a fucking I'm getting tonight, you slut. . . !!!

I was putting it in as deep as I could and as fast as possible. . . !!!She was moving her pelvis to get even more in. . . She was insatiable. . . !!! She turns on her back and opens her legs for me. . . Her juices were running down her thighs. . . In one go, I plunged inside her again. . . I lift her pelvis and she howled. . .

I stop and put her face down on the carpet. . . I lift her ass and with one movement I plunge it into her ass. . . She howled with lust and started babbling again. . . !!!This is what I wanted, my stud. . . Ahhhh. . . . Yes. . . . . What a cock is this. . . ?I want all of it. . . Make it so I can't walk. . . Fuck the slut . . . Fuck me, the ass-craving woman who wants your cock. . . . What a fucking you're giving me. . . !!!! Her tits had come out of her bra and were bouncing. . . I grabbed them with my hands and kneaded them while I fucked her from the ass. . .

Suddenly, I look beside me and see a decorative candle that was on the small table. . . I grab it and without her realizing, I nailed it into her cunt. . . So you don't like to get fucked, you little slut. . . ?I said to her. . . Yes, baby, that's it, tear the bitch apart from everywhere. . . I want it in both my holes. . . come on, I'm cumming, the slut . . . . . cummmmmming. . . the bitch, the woman. . . !!!Cummmmmmmmmming. . . !!!!

Honestly, the candle was about to melt from the fire her pussy had. . . I didn't stop and continued fucking her from behind. .

I'm finishing, I tell her, and she turns abruptly and takes him in her mouth. . . I want to swallow it all . . . I want it all. . . and suddenly she began to swallow the stream I was releasing. . . She drank it all, licked me so clean I didn't need to wipe. . . She got up, got dressed. . . and went towards the door. She stopped, turned back, took the candle and disappeared down the hallway towards her office. She didn't say a single word to me. . . not even a goodbye. . . !!!

After having a cigarette, I check my emails and she had sent me one that said. . . I've wanted you to fuck me for six months now. . . The plans were a pretext. . . If necessary, I would have stayed all night to find an opportunity for you to fuck me. . . Whether you want it to happen again, I leave to your judgment. . . the candle will remind me of tonight. . .

And one last thing. . . when I entered your office, I closed the door, but when I left, the door was half-open. . . !!!

The only person I saw that night as I was leaving was a fair-skinned Russian cleaning lady around 25 years old. . . who greeted me with broken Greek and little laughs. . . !!!