Intimacy in the City - Chapter 9

A juicy pussy leaks in the office

I have to work on a concept today. But because the concept paper is several pages long, I prefer to have it printed out in front of me.

One click on ‘Print’, I grab my cell phone and I'm ready to go. Just a quick adjustment to my champagne-colored blouse and black skirt. Off to the copy room. These are the adventures of working in an office. Going to the copy room becomes the highlight of the day.

For once, I walk down the office hallway completely well-behaved and harmless. I can feel my labia throbbing, but I'm not having any overly indecent thoughts.

I can already see the door to the copy room. The copy room, the place of boredom and waiting. The epicenter of fine dust. If only something exciting would happen now. I'm already breathing shallowly to prick up my ears. Maybe I'll hear a conversation as I walk by or...

...a noise. I stop abruptly. What is that noise? Are those smacking, rhythmic sounds?

If there's one thing I know, it's what it sounds like when a cock fucks a wet pussy.

I look to my left. My project manager Victoria's office.

Are the smacking noises coming from there?

I nervously look left and right.

I'm alone.

“That's so hot! Vicky's getting fucked,” cheers my nymphomaniac.

“That's enough. Now go to the copy room, make some boring printouts, and then sit back down at your desk.”

“You can see for yourself. Boring!” counters the nymphomaniac. “No one's there, so you can take a look or at least listen.”

“All right, but only for a moment,” and I press my ear against my colleague's office door. The surface feels colder than I expected. A shiver runs down my spine.

But maybe that's because I could get caught. It's funny, I could get caught catching others.

I concentrate completely on my hearing. And sure enough. The smacking gets louder. More intense.

Suddenly, I have doubts. I don't hear Victoria moaning at all. Could it be that she's not being fucked hard right now?

There's only one option, I have to see for myself!

I look at the door lock.

Damn. Modern office buildings don't have keyholes, of course.

But the new offices all have glass inserts.

I look at the glass, but I can't see through it; she's had it covered with foil.

I put my hand on the doorknob. My pulse is racing. I open the door as quietly and slowly as possible.

Then I finally see where the smacking is coming from.

I push the door open just a crack. I don't want to be seen. What would I say then?

I catch a glimpse of Victoria. Phew. She doesn't see me. Her breasts bounce forward. Two strong hands hold her butt tightly while he pushes his cock into Victoria. I'm completely captivated by how hard she's being fucked. It looks very hot.

My gaze wanders to the back. She's being fucked by our IT guy David. “That can't be. Are the two of them having an affair? At work. Impossible!” I grin to myself.

Now I know why I didn't hear her moaning. After all, it's Victoria. She's always in control and would never show any emotion. No matter what.

David seems to be spurred on by the fact that you can't hear any sounds except for her smacking pussy. He fucks her from behind like a jackhammer. It's very hot to watch him fuck her. Incredibly hot, in fact.

"Come on, go in and join in! Let Victoria lick your dripping wet pussy. Then David can fuck her tight slit and then yours, taking turns. In the end, you'll both kneel in front of David and open your mouths wide. The one who gets his hot load first wins,“ my nymphomaniac fantasizes.

”You're out of your mind! I'm going to close the door and go bore myself in the copy room," I threaten inwardly.

“Okay, fine. The competition for the hot load may have been a bit over the top. But don't you want to watch a little, Heidi? Just a little. Then you could maybe touch yourself in your panties,” my nymphomaniac appeases me.

I consider whether I should touch myself. Quickly and unnoticed.

But what if someone comes around the corner in the hallway and catches me?

I feel my pussy throbbing more and more. A thick film of pussy juice forms between my labia.

Should I touch myself and get off while I watch Victoria being fucked hard?

My heart beats faster. Should I really do it? In the hallway, where a colleague could walk by at any moment?

I look tensely to the left and right. I'm alone. For now.

In a flash, I reach into my panties and feel my swollen clit.

“Awwwww,” I moan softly to myself.

I watch Victoria being fucked and imagine how hot it would be if I were in her place. Now a thick cock inside me, filling me up nicely. My hand moves faster, more rhythmically.

I have to suppress my moans. I mustn't be too loud. Now Victoria changes position. She sits on his face and cums on him.

Oh my God. That's hot! I'm going to come if she keeps going like that. I can't take it anymore. Victoria is sitting on him with her wet labia and dripping into his mouth.

My hand moves faster and faster. I feel myself getting wetter. Any second now. I'm about to come.

“This is a game changer! Let's do it! This is next level,” echoes through the hallway.

Oh no! My marketing CEO Julian and his Anglicisms are getting closer and closer. Dangerously close. He'll be around the corner any minute and see me getting myself off.

In a split second, I pull my hand out of my panties and make a run for it.

“Get to the copy room! Quick!” shoots through my head.

After a few seconds, I close the door to the copy room behind me. With my heart beating fast, I peek cautiously through the glass pane next to the copy room door.

I watch as Julian suddenly stops in front of Victoria's office door and looks puzzled.

“Oops, I should have closed the door!”