Office Boning

I was sitting at work, minding my own business when I got a ‘woof’ on Scruff. He was close by, though no picture. 46, 5’9”, 160, Hairy: was his description. He eventually sent a face shot……………..nothing to write home about, but I wasn’t looking to have him model for me.

As it turns out, he was down the street and looking to get off. More specifically, he wanted to fuck. And fuck if I wasn’t at work. Yes, I know you’ve seen there how I have serviced more than a few guys at my place of employment, but I have a new role and now live in another location for work. One that isn’t pedestrian friendly. One that requires checking in / signing in with security and being escorted from A to B. And those were just the known factors.

But he kept making a pitch for it to happen. And I wanted it to happen, as he was so fucking self- assured, and you know I love that. So I knew where he was and he told me he was in his car, did he turn left (meaning to me) or right (to his next client) when he pulled out of the parking lot. I jumped at it and told him to turn right. I also told him I’d need a few moments and to not go to security until I messaged.

To be safe (well……….), I do keep one or two Fleets in my desk drawer, so I made a beeline to a restroom to do a very quick cleanout. He was walking to the doors as I walked to the security desk. He signed in and followed me.

There was no small talk. I pointed out the office next to me, as we walked to mine, so that he’d know we would have to be quiet about this. As you can imagine, it was right down to business. My pants went down no further than the bottom of my bum. His cock only came out of his fly.

I didn’t even blow him. Not even for a second. I spit into my hand a few times and rubbed that saliva all over his cock. I coated it. I then just turned around…..just like this…….

(that was a reenactment)

Clearly with no fuss, no muss, he pushed into me, steady and strong and then started fucking. In a few moments when rhythm was established, I started countering by pushing back onto it with his upthrust.

(that was actual)

There was zero talking for the five minutes he fucked me, but I could tell from his labored breathing he was close, then I could tell from the throbs in my butt and gasps in his throat that it was happening. But he was quiet, as was I.

He slid out and I got him a few tissues to wipe off some left over slime – be it, sperm, spit or a combo of – and I buckled up, he zipped up, and I escorted him back to the front of the building, telling him to let me know whenever he was seeing clients in the area again.