KabochaCream said:
I feel the lust consume my form, breathing changing to staggered panting. My hands trembling as I grabbed my shaft and start to tease the head, feeling precum starting to well at the tip.
"Shit, this never happens", I whisper through clenched teeth as the urge is no longer controllable.
"Kabocha, are you-"
I hear the sweet voice of Zay ring out as I see her shocked expression focusing on my perverted form, eyes locked on my predicament.
We've never really spoken, as we both stayed busy with work most of the time mostly as a form of respect at the workplace. But yet this is the first time we've spoken to each other, really.
Then I hear it.
"D-do you want help with that?"
My face turns completely red from embarrassment, wholely shocked from this interaction. But I can't help it as my dick goes fully erect, ten inches trapped under a skirt and now visible purple cotton panties. My body can't help but be honest as Zay's heaving chest causes her buttons to strain against her blouse.
I simply whisper sheepishly, "Please..."
Zayzx1 said:
I sense the growing smell of sex in the air and can't help myself. I reach down into my skirt that's admittedly a bit too short to be formal and start rubbing my pussy through my panties. I try to look around to see if anyone's looking my way, somewhat relieved that no one is.
And why should they? My blonde hair is still in a neat ponytail, I'm still sitting in a chair that's almost too small for my thighs and ass, and though my large breasts are somewhat straining my top, the buttons still hold. As long as nobody else looks too closely I could get away with getting myself off a little bit.
A WHUMP from the next desk over though disturbs my attempts at covert relief. Fearing something happened, I go over to see if Kabocha is okay.
"Kabocha, are you-" The rest of my sentence is cut off as I see the half-erect shaft under the blue-haired woman's desk.
After a brief moment of silence, lust takes over and I ask "D-Do you want help with that?"
KabochaCream said:
I sit at my desk, working on spreadsheets for the fiscal quarter. Laser-focused at the task at hand, trying adamantly to ignore the gradually growing sexual charge creeping through the office.
Dark blue hair tied into a tight bun bobbing to the rhythm of the clacking keyboard, large chest resting on the desk, cute butt nestled in my seat, legs slightly spread to air out my skirt.
"Save, aaaaaaand send." I breathe a sigh of relief for a job well done. But that's when I sense it- the unmistakable musk of adultery.
WHUMP! My semi-hard member hits the underside of my desk, breaking my focus.
I sit at my desk, working on spreadsheets for the fiscal quarter. Laser-focused at the task at hand, trying adamantly to ignore the gradually growing sexual charge creeping through the office.
Dark blue hair tied into a tight bun bobbing to the rhythm of the clacking keyboard, large chest resting on the desk, cute butt nestled in my seat, legs slightly spread to air out my skirt.
"Save, aaaaaaand send." I breathe a sigh of relief for a job well done. But that's when I sense it- the unmistakable musk of adultery.
WHUMP! My semi-hard member hits the underside of my desk, breaking my focus.
I sense the growing smell of sex in the air and can't help myself. I reach down into my skirt that's admittedly a bit too short to be formal and start rubbing my pussy through my panties. I try to look around to see if anyone's looking my way, somewhat relieved that no one is.
And why should they? My blonde hair is still in a neat ponytail, I'm still sitting in a chair that's almost too small for my thighs and ass, and though my large breasts are somewhat straining my top, the buttons still hold. As long as nobody else looks too closely I could get away with getting myself off a little bit.
A WHUMP from the next desk over though disturbs my attempts at covert relief. Fearing something happened, I go over to see if Kabocha is okay.
"Kabocha, are you-" The rest of my sentence is cut off as I see the half-erect shaft under the blue-haired woman's desk.
After a brief moment of silence, lust takes over and I ask "D-Do you want help with that?"
I feel the lust consume my form, breathing changing to staggered panting. My hands trembling as I grabbed my shaft and start to tease the head, feeling precum starting to well at the tip.
"Shit, this never happens", I whisper through clenched teeth as the urge is no longer controllable.
"Kabocha, are you-"
I hear the sweet voice of Zay ring out as I see her shocked expression focusing on my perverted form, eyes locked on my predicament.
We've never really spoken, as we both stayed busy with work most of the time mostly as a form of respect at the workplace. But yet this is the first time we've spoken to each other, really.
Then I hear it.
"D-do you want help with that?"
My face turns completely red from embarrassment, wholely shocked from this interaction. But I can't help it as my dick goes fully erect, ten inches trapped under a skirt and now visible purple cotton panties. My body can't help but be honest as Zay's heaving chest causes her buttons to strain against her blouse.
I simply whisper sheepishly, "Please..."
I don't waste much time. Kujo and Pandaimonium are already going at it right in the middle of the office floor. And even through the purple panties Kabocha's dick looks amazing. My thick thighs rub together, my own white panties wetting wet with my arousal.
After only a second's hesitation, I dive forward and down in an action so rushed that some of the buttons on my blue blouse don't have a chance. They pop off leaving me embarrassed at the amount of my cleavage and white bra that's now on display. But I can't stop myself. Not now.
I move Kabocha's panties down, and her 10 inch rod nearly smacks me in the face once it's freed from it's prison. My face goes flush with embarrassment, but... it looks so good.
I give the tip a long, slow lick, tasting Kabocha's pre. I savor the flavor, letting it rest on my tongue before swallowing it. With heavy breathing I open my mouth and slowly take Kabocha's long hard cock into my mouth, inch my inch. I gag a little at around 5 inches, but suppress my reflex and keep going until I'm at the base of this juicy member.
Part of me can't believe what I'm doing. Kabocha and I have never even spoken to each other really until today, and yet within a minute we go from professional relationship to me sucking her cock.
I begin moving, bobbing my head up and down the massive futa-length, running my tongue along the underside, and hollowing my cheeks as I suck it. One of my hands rubs and massages a large breast through my blue blouse. The other raises my skirt and dips into my wet panties, and I insert to fingers into my wet pussy. I moan from my own self-pleasure, sending vibrations along Kabocha's dick.