TransBear- Posted 15 hours ago This is a work of fiction. I was bored. And horny. Never the best combination, that's for sure. The reason I was so worked up was because I'd been trying on my latest lingerie haul, and I was feeling pretty damn good about it. Oggling myself in the mirror had worked wonders for my self esteem over the years. I'd been appreciating my body alone, however, as my boyfriend was in the home office, working. Every time I'd crept up to the door, he'd been in a zoom call, or was furiously typing emails, or some such bullshit. Busy, busy, busy. But I'd decided enough was enough, and I needed to do something to blow off some steam. I was sure he did too. So, I slipped into my short body stocking, my new favourite thong on underneath, then wrapped myself in my robe. I walked confidently up to the home office, pushed the door open, and stepped inside. He didn't even look up from the computer, though I couldn't blame him; I could see his boss and several of his colleagues on the screen, chatting away. My boyfriend hadn't even heard me come in as he had his headphones on, which was great news to me. I stopped near his side, out of view of the webcam, but perfectly in his view. I then shrugged off my robe, letting it fall to the floor. He did a double take, then took his eyes off the computer entirely. The body stocking had a holey effect, so my nipples, erect from my arousal, poked out of the holes like pink bubblegum balls. It clung to my every curve, and I watched his eyes travel down my body, over my thong, down my legs, then back up again. I stood with my hands on my hips, a smirk on my face. "Err, sorry, yeah I er...I thought I saw a spider." He quickly said into the mouthpiece, waving a hand at me as though trying to get me to leave, but he didn't take his eyes off me for a few more seconds. I pouted, hating the attention being drawn away from me. I moved my hands and cupped my chest, tugged on my nipples, and though his eyes moved back in my direction, his head stayed in position. I let out a chuckle. I watched him for a few more moments before a truly devious idea formed in my head. I slowly dipped out of his direct line of sight, and crawled my way under the desk. He stammered a little when he spoke, obviously not to me, and looked down at me. He hit a button, muting himself on the call. "What're you doing?" He demanded, grabbing at my hands, which were unfastening his trousers. "Being naughty." "You're gonna get me in tro-sorry, my computer's acting up! What were you saying?" Unfazed, I fully unzipped his trousers, then reached into his boxers and gripped his cock. He sucked in a breath, taking his eyes off the computer screen again to look at me. I stroked him a few times, then shuffled forwards on my knees, spreading his legs as far as he could. I took the tip of his cock in my mouth, sucking on it lightly, not breaking eye contact for a second. He stammered out another sentence into the headset, then muted himself again. "If I get fired..." I just smiled, still sucking. He waited a few more moments, gave me a wry chuckle, then unmuted himself again. I rolled my tongue around the tip of his cock, rubbing it underneath, licking slowly over the top. I then took it out, and slapped it against my tongue, before sucking on it again. I let out a low moan, closing my eyes, taking it further back in my mouth. He gripped the arm rests of his desk chair, sighing heavily. The more I sucked, the harder he got, and the more he fidgeted. He caught himself a couple times before he let out a moan, passing it off as a cough, or a stifled yawn. My stomach somersaulted and I decided to push it. I gripped his cock, then sucked the tip hard, creating a few, rather loud, popping sounds as I did so, before slapping it against my tongue again. "Don't do that!" He hissed, obviously worried his colleagues would hear. "Sorry, my...my cat's playing with the computer cables..." I grinned up at him, teasing the tip of his cock with my tongue. He looked at me and shook his head slightly, then gripped the armrests tight again when I took his cock back in my mouth. Once he was fully erect, I worked my mouth over his cock, still sucking as I went, taking him right back till he touched the back of my throat. Then I just held him there, looking up at him even as tears formed in my eyes and my shoulders arched. He moved a hand from one of the armrests and set it on my head, and I could tell he was gritting his teeth, breathing heavily through his nose. When I pulled back, taking a gasping breath, he relaxed, still keeping his hand on my head. He made some excuse I barely heard, as I gathered as much drool as I could and stroked his cock. I sucked the tip again, making some loud slurping noises as I did so, before sucking his full length again. He rolled his hips just enough, careful not to move his top half too much, meeting the back of my throat with every thrust. A puddle of drool was forming on his trousers, dripping down my chin. I held his cock in my throat again, swallowing around it, thick ropes of drool running out of my mouth. His toes curled and he grunted, holding onto my head again. I felt his cock pulsating in my mouth, but he hadn't cum yet. I pulled back and gave his balls similar treatment, sucking both of them in turn as I stroked his cock, making sure to get them nice and wet. I popped them in and out of my mouth, smirking up at him again before slurping over his cock again. "You're gonna make me cum." He muttered down at me, stroking a hand over my head as I deep throated his cock again. I pulled back, grinning. "That's the plan!" I whispered, before taking his cock back in my throat again. He thrusted into my mouth a little harder, making me let out that all too familiar sound. When he let out another grunt, muted his mic, then gripped my head in place again, I received my reward. He cum hard, coating the inside of my mouth with hot, thick ropes. I kept sucking till the last drop landed on my tongue, then swallowed it down with a satisfied groan. He shook his head again slightly, then spoke into the mic. "Yeah, my er...my computer's acting up still...hold on..." He hit a few buttons, and I saw his video feed was cut, though he was still on the call. He then stood up, gesturing for me to do so too. I obeyed, standing up. He indicated I should turn around, so I did. He then bent me over the desk slightly, standing behind me, but he soon sank down into a squat, pulling up my body stocking, fully uncovering my barely covered ass. "Mm, mmhmm, yeah. Trouble shooting now, gimmie a minute..." He reached a hand up and muted himself again, then spread my ass. "Fucking hell, man. You're soaking." I giggled and leaned over the desk a little more, then let out a moan as he licked my pussy over my thong. He flicked his tongue over where my hole was, then moved to my tdick. He practically tongue fucked me through my thong, then tugged and slipped it to one side before continuing. He had me practically creaming within minutes, panting heavily as I was bent over the desk. "Nnn, please fuck me!" I whimpered. "I'm wet enough, it'll just slide in." "Yes, sir!" He chuckled. He immediately stood up again, stepping up behind me. He rubbed his cock against my pussy, gathering some of my wetness, then slowly slid his cock inside me. I wasn't at all surprised he was hard again, but he was throbbing more than before. And I was right; I was so wet and horny, he slid right in. My pussy stretching to accommodate him, but it felt so fucking good. "Mmm, yeah, no, I'm not sure what's wrong with my webcam. Carry on though, I can still see you." I had to stifle a laugh; he sounded so casual while I was there almost fighting for my life. I'd already quieted a moan by burying my face in my arms, and there he was, still on the work call. When he started rocking his hips, I let out a gasp. Shallow thrusts, just to get us started, and my pussy was already dripping. "Mmm, mmhmm..." I looked over my shoulder at him; he was gripping my ass, spreading my cheeks so he could look at my asshole, and watch himself sliding in and out of me. He gripped my ass tighter, practically taking handfuls of it, and started thrusting harder, working his cock deeper inside me. My legs were trembling slightly, and I had to stifle more moans as he worked. I felt something wet and warm land on my asshole, then felt his thumb rubbing against it. I let out a louder moan, then another when his thumb popped inside. He started fucking me faster, filling my pussy with his cock, his thumb working my asshole. I pushed a few things off his desk which all landed with a loud clatter. He made up something about his cat again, and I heard him mute his mic before he gave my ass a firm slap. I moaned, loud, working my ass back against his thumb, making it clap against him. He fucked me hard and fast for a while before he unmuted his mic, yet again. He didn't fuck me as deep, but he kept up the pace, working more than enough where it mattered. My legs were shaking at that point, pussy dripping down my thighs. He worked his thumb in my asshole, spitting on it again for good measure. My hips bucked and I came all over his cock, pushing back on it hard. He slowed his thrusts, rolling his hips, letting me ride out my orgasm before he started fucking me deep and slow again. I worked my hips with his, meeting his every movement, taking him as deep as I could. After a few more minutes, I heard him making an excuse and he muted his mic, but also took off his headset. He took his thumb out of my ass, wrapping his arms round me, bringing me tight against him. "I want you to cum on this fucking cock again. Then I'm gonna cum in your mouth." "Yes, sir!" He fucked me almost mercilessly, as fast and deep as I could handle, moving a hand down to rub my tdick. I moaned loud, freely, my ass slapping against him. When I came again, legs shaking, crying out, he buried his cock in deep. "Good boy, good boy...now, get on your fucking knees." I did, eagerly. He was stroking his cock, gripping the base tight, working back down the shaft. I settled down on my knees and opened my mouth. He moaned loud, one of my favourite sounds, as he came again, coating my tongue, my cheeks. "Yes, such a good boy. Fuck...mm, clean it off, clean it." I took his cock back in my mouth, sucking it clean. Once we were both satisfied, I gave the head of his cock a little kiss before he pulled his trousers back up, grabbing the headset again. "Yeah, almost fixed it, yeah." I stood up, and I was about to leave when he pulled me over again, bending me back over the desk. He returned the favour, cleaning up my pussy with his tongue. After that, he kissed me, moaning softly. I think I did a good job.
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