55 Erotic Sex Stories (20 page)

With his hands still clutching my legs, he stood up and positioned his cock in front of me, preparing to penetrate my trembling pussy. He pressed it up to my engorged, dripping wet vulva and pushed it gradually inside as I moaned with pleasure. I felt it pushing the walls of my vagina out as it entered me, stretching my labia to their limits. Inch by inch he burrowed it inside me, getting deeper and deeper with each gentle thrust. Finally, he managed to split me wide open enough to fit the thing inside me, prompting a continual stream of sex noises and breathless panting as he started to thrust it in and out. My ass cheeks slammed against the wooden cubicle door as he fucked me, my legs dangling at his sides as he held on to my thighs. I draped my arms around his legs, and watched his chest and arm muscles working away as he pounded me, with streams of sweat running down our faces, necks and chests. The door was loosely banging against the frame of the cubicle in tandem with our writhing bodies, and my breasts shook violently, sending him into over drive. His heavy breathing turned into primeval grunting and he began to ram me almost painfully against the door. I loved every second of his rough handling, though, and screamed with joy as I felt my ass banging on the wood.

He stepped backwards, still grasping my thighs and holding me in the air as he sat down on the bench. I started to ride on top of him, thrusting on his meaty penis and bobbing up and down as it slid inside me. He raised his arms up to my chest and cupped my tits in his hands, pinching my nipples and occasionally reaching around to spank my ass. He was still wearing his vest top, and as I rode on his cock, I played with the damp, sweaty material, running my fingers inside to touch his body. He slipped it over his head, revealing his washboard stomach. It was almost impossibly well toned, and as I ran my fingers over his solid muscles my clitoris tingled even more intensely. I was using him like a giant, fleshy sex toy, grinding my hips to swallow up as much of his cock as I possibly could. I was panting uncontrollably, unaware if anyone had come into the changing rooms since we had started rampantly fucking in the cubicle. I didn’t care, either; I just wanted more of his dick, even though the whole thing was buried deep inside me, pressing against every inch of soft pink flesh within my vagina.

He tapped my ass, signalling for me to dismount, so I did. I stood for a moment while he got to his feet, rubbing my pussy juices all over his cock. He stood behind me and pushed on my back, forcing me to bend forwards and rest my hands on the bench while he gripped my hips closer. I spread my legs open for him, ready to accept his cock again as he pressed it up to my throbbing vulva. He pushed it inside, once again splitting my pussy in two as his rigid penis tunnelled inside me. He raised his hand up above his head and then thrashed it down over my right ass cheek, causing me to yelp in momentary pain. As it wore off, the agony was replaced by a pleasurable tingling sensation. His grunting returned as he ploughed me hard, picking up my thighs and holding me like a wheelbarrow as he continued to fuck me harder and harder. The new position added pressure to my g-spot as his cock repeatedly rubbed over the ceiling of my vagina, and a short while later I could feel myself building to a climax. My legs began to tremble in his hands, but his firm grip held them steady. My arms turned to jelly, barely managing to support my body as the flood of sexual ecstasy flowed through my body, originating from my clitoris.

I let out groan after groan as my whole body became tense, and even though I was in the throes of passion, he continued to fuck me. The contractions of my vaginal muscles around his cock must have been the icing on the cake for him, as a few seconds later he started to orgasm as well, pumping his hot, salty cum deep into my pussy. His cock pulsed with each shot of semen that left his balls, like a gun emptying its barrel. He placed me back down on the ground as he regained his balance, pressing his arm to the side wall to steady himself. He was exhausted and so was I. I peeked outside to see if anyone was there, but thankfully the changing rooms were still deserted. We said our goodbyes amidst childish giggles, got dressed and went our separate ways, never to see each other again.

Well, at least until the next week.

I’ve been in my job for so long now that my life has become a dreary, uneventful series of routines. I’m only in my late 20s, and yet since graduating from college and taking this paper-pushing job, my life has flat lined into a hopeless abyss of filing paper work and signing forms, usually without bothering to check what they are for. Outside of the office my life is somewhat brighter, with a good social life, dependable friends and family etc. The seven hours I spend at the office each day, however, has been the bane of my existence for far too long. Or at least, that was how I felt until recently. You see, the decor of my workplace took a surprising and extremely welcome turn a month or so back when a new intern started. The office was a large floor space separated into small cubicles, each of which held a small desk – enough for a computer, a stack of paper work and some stationary – and a swivel office chair. A series of walkways ran down between the cubicles, allowing the line managers to walk down cracking the whip and making sure we weren’t surreptitiously going on the internet, God forbid we actually have a break every once in a while.

Anyway, the new intern was placed in the cubicle just opposite mine, albeit one row in front. She seemed fatally nervous, and kept her head down the whole time, rarely allowing anyone a glimpse at her face. She wore normal office clothes – a jacket and knee-length skirt that hugged her ass nicely, showing off her slender legs. Her long, jet black hair draped down over her shoulders like curtains hiding her surely beautiful neck. Even though she was barely showing any skin, I could hardly take my eyes off of her, constantly watching for even the slightest movement that might reveal a little more of her beauty. That was the first day. The second day I managed to get into work early enough to see her arrive. She was extremely punctual in addition to being smartly dressed, and as she slinked down the aisle between the columns of office compartments, I finally got a good look at her face. She was stunningly pretty, possibly the cutest girl I had ever seen. As she arrived at her desk she noticed me and shot a little smile at me, before sitting down and starting her work. That miniscule interaction alone had almost sent me aflutter, and for the rest of the day I could think of nothing else. I began to wonder if she was actually a siren sent by the devil to tempt me, she was so unbelievably hot. Maybe I had just worked in that mind-numbing place for so long that any small taste of beauty would feel the same way.

A similar thing happened over the next few days, and the number of wry glances and sneaky smiles increased to the point where a suspicious eye might think we were secretly conspiring some evil plot. Then, on the Friday of her first week I was sat at my desk, slightly more able to actually do my job now that her presence was commonplace. I was busying myself with some random paper work when I heard some whispered cursing. I looked across the aisle to see her stood at her desk, bending over to see behind her computer monitor. The ridges of her panties were clearly visible through the skirt material as it wrapped tightly around her ass, and a part of me would have been happy to simply watch her struggle with the problem for a while. Then I realised this was my moment to pounce, and quickly rose to my feet and nervously hobbled over.

“Are you having a problem?” I asked, cringing inside as the redundant words exited my mouth.

“Uh, yeah... the screen just went off and I need to get this work finished, otherwise my boss will kill me!” she cried, clearly playing up the damsel in distress card. I looked behind the screen and realised the power cable had simply worked itself loose. Plugging it back in you would have thought I was some technical genius the praise she lavished upon me. I lapped it up, of course, proud to have been of vital service to this stunning young woman.

“Wow, I can’t believe how dizzy I am sometimes!” she said, laughing self-depreciatively and slapping her hand to her forehead.

“It’s all fixed now...” I said, “I’m Matt, by the way.”

“Lauren” she replied. Finally I had a name to put to the face, and the smoking hot body.

“Anyway, I should get back to work.” I said, realising we had attracted the attention of my line manager’s eagle vision from across the room. We sat down at our desks and continued with our work as normal; interrupted occasionally by my boss to make sure I was on task. Seriously, you would think I was in a forced labour camp, or something. A couple of times she caught me looking over at her, sometimes at the side of her chest, sometimes at her ass. I averted my gaze, smiling in full knowledge that she had seen me, and she grinned every time. She knocked a small pencil holder off her desk, scattering some small pieces of stationary onto the carpet. She stood up, facing away from me and then bent over, pushing her ass out into the aisle and straight at me. Her bulbous ass cheeks loomed just a few feet from my face, her panties again clearly indented in the material. She was obviously doing it just for my benefit, and naturally I felt the blood rushing to my cock as I watched her picking up the pencils one by one. She even wiggled her ass cheekily, knowing full well that I wouldn’t be able to resist watching. She placed them all back in the holder on the desk and then turned to me and stepped over, leaning over so her head was on the same level as mine.

“Could you show me how to use the photocopier?” she asked, fluttering her eyes in the most innocent and alluring way possible. I had a ton of work to get through thanks to the backlog caused by staring at her all week, and I knew I should refuse and get on with it. However, I caught the scent of her perfume as it wafted up from under her blouse and out through the neck hole, almost directly into my nostrils like she was casting a spell on me with some deadly intoxicant. The blood that should have been working my brain had drained entirely to my cock, though, and naturally I obliged.

“Of course...” I said, jumping to my feet, “It’s just down here!”

She followed close behind me as I scanned the room for traces of my supervisor. It seemed he had left for lunch, or gone to another department, so I was free for the moment. The reprographics room was located at the end of my aisle and slightly to the right. As we walked in, one of my colleagues was just finishing up printing some documents. We nodded to say hello, as we barely knew each other, and he left, pulling the door ajar on his way out. I stepped up to the photocopier, pointing at the control panel to guide her attention. She stood right next to me, studying every step that I explained to her.

“Okay, first you have to enter your pin...” I said, typing my four-digit code into the control panel.

“Then select the paper type you want...” I continued, pointing at the paper selection screen. She raised her hand up and hovered her fingers over the options, and I realised she was pushing her body up closer to mine. I could feel the warmth of her body radiating onto my arm as she nudged me with her elbow, choosing the paper type. Her perfume was even stronger now that she was mere inches away, and as I pointed to the various paper options, her hand faux-accidentally brushed over mine. Even her fingers were warm and dainty, as if carved by angels from the finest silks. She looked up at me and apologised, but she could tell from the look on my face that an apology was the last thing I wanted. My cock was already bursting out of my pants, and I noticed that the top two buttons of her blouse were open and flapping gently in the breeze from the air conditioner over head. She must have opened it on the walk over to the reprographics room. I could see her surprisingly ample cleavage within, heaving with every breath that she took. She had a tiny dark pimple just above her left breast, but otherwise the skin was completely unblemished. I didn’t even try to act coyly – she knew exactly what I was thinking, because she was thinking the same thing.

I reached down with my left arm and placed my hand on her ass. She simply smiled and looked me in the eye as I fondled her amazing cheeks through her skirt. I could feel her panties within, and would have happily stood there for hours just stroking my hand over her ass. Looking down at her breasts, though, made me want more – much more, and I knew I could have it at the drop of a hat. I moved my other hand up to her chest and cupped her left breast in my hand; feeling her bra through her blouse and watching her cleavage wobble with every tiny movement I caused. She moistened and then pursed her lips, waiting for me to kiss her. I duly leaned down and we started to stroke our lips over each other’s, sharing our saliva on the tips of our tongues. It was so sensual, and probably the most erotic moment of my life. She lowered her right hand down to my crotch and giggled as she felt my thick penis trying to escape my trousers. She ran the palm of her hand along the shaft, teasing it through the material. I unbuttoned her blouse a little more, exposing her bra and part of her toned stomach. She stopped touching my crotch and walked over to the door, peering outside as she closed it. She took a small fold-up chair that was resting up against the wall next to the door and jammed it under the handle, forcing it shut so nobody would disturb us. I suddenly became quite nervous.

She turned to face me, seductively peeling the sides of her blouse apart and undoing the final few buttons as she shed her jacket, and then the white shirt. She stood in just her bra as I looked, my mouth agape at her exquisite beauty and perfect body, and then reached behind her back to unhook it. As it fell to the floor, exposing her round, juicy tits and pert nipples, she smiled at me and then looked at my crotch, as if to say “Your turn!”. My hands were shaking with excitement as I unbuckled my belt and unzipped my trousers, and as I pulled them down my ankles she saw the immense bulge in my underwear. My large, throbbing penis extended sideways across my body, and was causing the seams of my boxer shorts to pull away from my skin. Her eyes lit up when she saw it, and she walked over to me. I continued to undress, stripping away my shirt and tie as she knelt before me. I backed up against a shelf holding reams of paper while she stroked my cock some more. Her little fingers danced around the shaft, running up and down as she kissed it through the fabric. She gripped the elastic and pulled my shorts down, allowing my cock to prong out in her face.