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A familiar figure steps out from the elevator door, completely exhausted from yesterday's passions. All seems normal with my typical gray blouse and black pencil skirt topped with my blue locks topped in a bun. But the normal face of focus, pep, and serious confidence has been replaced by a look of extreme lack of sleep and anguish. Deep dark circles under my eyes and my awkward bow legged walk to my seat looking like death clearly proving this scandalous endeavor.
Uncharacteristically, I plop down into my cubicle seat rather than gently sitting down, and begin my work for today.
I walk into the office, a little tired but still willing to get some work done. After the "incident" yesterday, I decided to largely forgo the formal blouse and skirt. Instead, I'm dressed... fairly provocatively. I am wearing a sweater, but it's fairly low-cut, showing off much of my impressive cleavage. Similarly, my skirt is almost too short for the office, and leave no illusions about my wide hips or large ass.
Before getting into my cubicle however, I make a stop at the one right next to me. "Hey there." I say to the blue haired beauty inside, kissing her on the cheek. But as I do, I bend down, showing my cleavage to my lover.
The sweet touch of your lips upon my cheek puts the biggest smile on my face as I shoot up from my chair and wrap my arms around you before you have the chance to even sit down. Subtlety is nonexistent as my hands are buried in your soft ass cheeks.
I stand on the tips of my toes to return a kiss of my own, the day now instantly better.
"Good luck at work today, honey", I chirp jokingly as you go to sit down in the cubicle next door, but not before giving you a little grind revealing that I never put my ring on since last night. Having teased each other enough, I also sit back down to resume work, feeling the cool office air against the head in my skirt.
I shiver from feeling Kobacha grinding on me, making it perfectly clear that she came to work "full length" today. And her hands kneading my ass only make me want what she's packing in her skirt all the more.
"I'll see you during lunch, darling." I smile back as I head to my cubical, giving my hips a particularly sensuous sway as I go. I sit down and get to work trying to get my mind off of the woman in the cubicle next door, at least for now.
I manage to get a great deal of work done, but Kabocha is still floating around in my head, the amazing woman as well as her amazing cock and amazing balls full of amazing cum. I take a quick look around and realize nobody is currently looking this way. With that, I angle my chair to block anyone from seeing my front, and raise my skirt, dipping my hand into my panties so I can finger myself.
Work surely improved today, but Zay is burned into the back of my mind. First yesterday, and now her new look today? I can't get the sight of her warm, heaving chest inside of that v-cut sweater out of my head. And that skirt just makes me want to tear my clothes off.
I feel the familiar semi-hardness appear, stretching my seams. I can't help but grind under the desk, anything to keep my mind from clouding and finish my workload.
'Come on Zay. Just finish this one last report.' I have to think to myself, even as I use one hand to finger myself. My thumb plays with my clit, as my fingers dip themselves into my folds. Images of Kabocha continue to ravage my thoughts and my lust only continues to grow with every passing second.
By some miracle I'm able to finish the report but by then, I'm a horny mess, unable to work any further. I stand up and walk over to my lover's cubicle. Without any hesitation this time, I lean on her, my breasts pushing against her head.
"I'm sorry, darling." I whisper heavily into her ear, my voice full of desire. One of my hands reaches over and down to her crotch, groping the growing bulge in her underwear. "But I can't hold on any longer. Please... I need you so badly."
My face flushes bright red as the familiar softness of Zay's chest presses against me. My breathing becomes labored and my skirt strains to contain me. The warm touch of your hand finally breaks concentration as my mind finally clouds and shifts to you.
I shift in my chair and unhook my skirt, letting slide down to the floor once again revealing my hardening shaft. I reach under your sweater, pull it over your head, and watch your breasts fall on to your chest.
I grab your waist, pull you over, and hold you princess style in my lap where your lips are met with mine in a moment of utmost passion. With one arm around you, the other grabs at my bun and pulls it free, my long locks draping over us both.
I whisper back, "I need you so bad, I missed you last night~", with my hand now creeping up your skirt.
I immediately become wet as I gaze upon the incredible cock once more. My heart begins racing as Kabocha begins to remove my sweater, and I can't help but feel that deciding not to wear a bra today was a good idea, regardless of the attention by large, head-sized breasts drew on the way into the office today.
The next thing I know, I'm in the lap of my lover, her hand finding its way up my skirt and to my aroused pussy. Deciding to return the favor, I reach under me, and begin to slowly stroke the massive member, my fingers feeling every detail of it.
"I'll let you do whatever you want to me, darling." I whisper huskily, my breathing heavy. "I'll get under your desk and suck you off. I'll bend over the top and let you rail me from behind. I'll do anything for you Kabocha. Just say the word, please. I need this so badly."
My shaft completely hardens in your soft hand, ready for your body to take it inside. "I'll have to get used to you talking dirty like that.", I whisper into your ear. "I like it~"
"You know, it's almost lunchtime and I bet you haven't eaten yet." Precum dribbles from my tip and drips on your hand. "My cock misses the warmth of your mouth", I say with a smile.
I pock your breasts with kisses as I feel the warmth of your soft flesh. After I play with a nipple, I finally answer, "Please, suck my dick like yesterday. I need to feel your loving throat again."
The sheer sensuality of Kabocha's request along with feeling those lips on my breasts, makes me shudder in delight. "If yesterday was any indication, Kabocha," I whisper in her ear, "I could live on a diet of solely your cum."
I gently remove myself from her lap and kneel down before her, putting my head at the same level as that hard, throbbing shaft. I have to admit I'm a little nervous about taking such a monsterous thing, but nonetheless I subconsciously lick my lips in anticipation.
Slowly I wrap my lips around that cockhead, my tongue working to encircle the entire thing. I begin to push forward, taking more and more of that cock into my mouth and eventually down my throat.
Precum dribbles in hot strings down your soft wet throat, eager to keep digging deeper down in your gullet. With both hands on around my shaft, I pump slowly with conviction, kneading my tempered rod into your throat.
The twitching of your tongue as you swallow my pre drives me mad, playing with the firm, hot flesh as I bite my lip in building lust.
Drool drips into my cleavage and moans are uttered as a sign of my absolute satisfaction. I squeeze my breasts between my arms and continue to bite my lip, giving you a little show as our gaze refuses to break from each other.
I look up at my lover as I force myself to take more and more of her wonderful cock into my mouth, spurred on my the looks of pleasure on her face. I eventually reach a point where about 11 inches down I can't go any further. But then an idea forms in my head.
I begin to move my head back and forth on that juicy cock. With each downwards bob, I try to take more of the length into my mouth. It works, and slowly I work my way down Kabocha's massive length. It seems like it takes forever for me to get down to the base, but when I do, I can't help but feel a swell of pride within me.
I give a low, long hum, sending vibrations all across the thick monstrous shaft before I move my head back and forth, deepthroating Kabocha each time. One of my hands reaches up to my large breasts, and starts to knead it. The other reaches to her balls and begins to tenderly fondle the cum-filled orbs.
I begin to shake and shudder, muttering in a low drone as Zay inch escloser and closer. My hands feel the nudging of her face and are firmly pushed away, your expression changing to one of determination as their brow furrows.
My blubbering slowly become more unintelligible and my grunts shift to high pitched yelps with the inevitable approach of the hilting. With the softness of her lips touching my base, I can't help but stare wide eyed. How was this even remotely possible? Is Zay even human?
The color begins to rush back into my face and flushing bright red. Trying to process this is near impossible...
My panting grows deep as I feel the entirety of the ravenous maw; sticky and wet and getting warmer as it goes with my head feeling like it will catch fire any moment.
A very loud, screaming moan erupts from me as you begin to move your head back and forth with you being the only thing anchoring me to the floor at this point. The warmth of her soft hands cradling my balls causes to drive my fingernails into the armrests as to not cum instantaneously. The panting turns to gasping for air, my body in complete orgasmic shock and unable to respond. If I didn't know better, this could've been classified as torture for just how intense this felt.
I clench my butt and place my legs on the armrests to spread out and delay the cumming for just a bit longer. Sweat and drool pour down my cleavage as you absolutely devour me, unsure if I can endure much more.
