It was yet another uneventful day about to kick off. I got my things together to hit the shower. My morning wood urged me to blow my load into nice warm pussy. Due to the passionless last few weeks at home, my sex life was not what I wished it would be. I tried my luck with the wife but after 3-4 minutes of boring missionary then having to pull out and cum on the sheet instead of inside your wife is a form of torture I wouldn’t wish on my worst enemy. I was left frustrated and longing for satisfaction.
I stepped into the shower semi-hard still, I washed the slippery residue off my sad cock while stroking myself gently back and forth. I was imagining our busty family friend on her knees sucking me off while her lips sucked down over my slippery knob. I could not cum again knowing my imagination would bear the same fruits as cumming on the bedding. There was so much cum still in there, just waiting to burst out for an appreciating soul.
I had to rush to get dressed and slapped some aftershave on before I left the bathroom. I gulped the last of my cold coffee before daring the traffic to work.
As I left the complex, I saw Stacey returning from the gym, my horny mind already thinking of her tight pants and firm tits. Imagining her panties soaked in warm sweat and the sharp smell of wet pussy. Stacey waved at the sight of my vehicle passing. I imagined I could take a shower with her while rubbing her mound and sucking on her young perky tits. My dick hardened at the thought of her sweaty golden hair tight in my hands while she sucked on my cock. I wanted to hold onto her long locks like handles and press my cock into the back of her throat.
Minutes later I stop at the office block, my dick soft at the sight.
I was already regretting having to be at the office. Everything looked mundane and lifeless. A dark pit of hate-filled souls, the mere sight of the entrance killed all feelings of hope and I sheepishly dragged myself through reception. The silence reminded me I would be alone for most of the week again in my prison cell cubicle.
I dropped all my paperwork on the desk and pressed the power button on my desktop to get the process started while hoping there would not be some bullshit update to delay my day. I rinsed out the cheap branded company coffee mug with the shitty motivational slogan and filled it with freshly filtered coffee, which was the only highlight of most of my days.
Monya came dredging into the office. The cool click in the office branded her “Office Troll”, the younger staff were mean little fuckers that you wanted to punch every time they opened their mouths but HR would have your head regardless if they deserved it or not.
Monya was so labelled because she was so grumpy and isolated herself. She was short and her arms hung forward when she walked without swaying as if it were intended to drag her knuckles on the floor. She moved at a pace that looked as if she had no ambitions.
Her boyfriend recently left her and no one has bothered to ask why or even if she is ok but, in all honesty, no one cared. She was in no way bothered by people’s opinions and her accelerating weight gain had not been playing in her favour. Her glasses were almost a decade out of fashion and she had a simple ponytail that hung with absolutely no life. Her entire presence just looked sad.
I always thought that if someone had the right attention they would change for the better. A change of wardrobe, a bit of exercise, and a little make-up could go a long way. Couple that with some words of encouragement and the spirit can be lifted that anyone can be more confident and welcoming to be around.
Since the pandemic we had all been restricted in contact, she lived in her cubicle from her arrival until she left in the evenings. Some afternoons she left much later than the rest of us, so she did not have to communicate with people or face them.
As the day progressed and hope gleamed from the bottom of the paperwork. An email popped up; a client requested information from last year’s reports. I forward it to the Monya to deal with.
I was not in the mood for distractions. A few minutes later Monya was standing next to me with an arm clasping some documents and her sincere concern for the consequences of what she is about to say weighing on her chest.
At this point, I had already accepted there was a fuckup and acknowledged the approaching shit storm before I even got the news. I raised my head looking at her boots and slowly up her body. I stopped at her boobs thinking what a blessing weight gain can be. Her skin was spotty and her eyes looked like they needed a week’s sleep as she delivered the news.
I processed the information and instructed her to get an older file from their archives and then call me when it had been retrieved. As she walked away, I saw her pudgy pail legs almost fighting their way out the rims of her boots. Her denim skirt fraying around the edges caught my eye and I felt shame for judging her weight.
****
I could hear the seconds ticking away and the last two clerks were leaving the office just before lunch. We knew when someone left for lunch with their cases or backpacks that they would not be back that day. I got up to pour another coffee and wondered what was holding my instructions up. I went to check if she had come right.
I found her nervously scraping the pages together off the floor. She said “the binder came loose” as soon as she spotted me as if she required some excuse.
I place the coffee down to assist in getting everything together and noted that her nails were chewed through to the skin. One of her nails was bleeding from her habit of tearing her nails away with her teeth. Her hair is a little oily and bland-looking. Her cleavage was prominent as her breasts were pulled to the floor while on her hands and knees.
I could see she was broken and struggling to keep it together. I leaned over and gave her my hand to help her up. I took all the papers and placed them on the printer next to the door. I saw one rogue form on the floor and knelt to grab it. I glanced upward, accidentally spotting the bottom of her panty just peaking at me from below the short denim skirt that had ridden itself a bit higher while she was on all fours.
There was a certain scent in the air between the smell of office furniture and paper that seemed familiar and yet unmatching the place from where we were standing. I realized it had to be the musky smell of a sweaty snatch.
She tugged her skirt right and then proceeded to sort the papers. I felt somewhat of a pervert, almost as if I had done it on purpose. I was getting excited thinking of her puffy mound. I paused a while and looked at her sorting through the file.
My mind had drifted, I was wondering if I would fuck a girl like that. While processing my thoughts Monya squeezed past me at the entrance of the room. Her bum touched my trousers, grazing my crotch. I wanted to brush it off but found myself twitching as life started flowing into my dick.
Trying to distract myself I ask her if she is going to take lunch before we get the report together for the client. She insisted she was ok and will get everything done immediately. She then took my coffee and started sipping it.
I was glad she showed such dedication to the workload while I watched her drinking my coffee. I kept looking at her breasts and her thighs, I moved my eyes upward and fixated on her thin lips on my mug wondering how they would feel on my dick before I exclaimed “That is my coffee by the way”.
She almost spat it out but spilled all over her top, laughingly we both reached for the sanitizing wipes next to the door. I dab her boobs with a wipe in the process without hesitation or thought and see her nipples harden through the bra and top she had on.
I remembered I had a towel in my gym bag that for some reason I had brought with me into the office the previous Friday and left there out of thoughtlessness. I returned a few rushed moments later to find her crying on the floor in the cabinet room. I awkwardly looked around.
I got the feeling this was the last straw for her, the last nail in the coffin or the final wrong thing to happen for her walls to tumble down. Everything crashed in those few moments. I stepped toward her and handed her the towel, her ugly-cry face just adding to the discomfort. I did not know how to handle this and was so scared it was because I touched her boobs but then tried to console her while patting her shoulder anyway.
“It’s ok. It’s only coffee” I joked, hoping to lighten the mood while knowing she was not crying about that at all.
She laughed “It’s not that, it’s everything. Everything hurts!” Monya explained her life was falling apart and that no one cared about her. It was so hard to stay positive when getting up every morning was only to be labelled, mocked, or ignored.
I understood how she felt, I saw it every day and even though I had a lot going for me I felt the rejection and pain in other ways. I did not know what to say so I moved closer and hugged her half sideways.
“It will be ok; everything will work out,” I affirmed. She shrugged and slid her arm around me and her head hugged awkwardly into my crotch. She held her head there a few seconds at which point my dick hardened a bit and pulsed against the side of her face.
It felt like she reacted and then squeezed a bit harder while rubbing the last tears away with my gym towel. She then dropped the towel on her lap and lifted her hand so I could assist her in getting up. I pulled her up I felt the heat of her breath warm against my hardening dick. I couldn’t believe this was arousing to me, I was so hard by the time she was on her feet that I could feel my trousers pressing tight on me.
Her small-chubby hand left my waist and slid down over my ass before she looked up at me and cupped her fingers over my balls with her palm hot on my shaft. She looked up at me, smiling with her thin lips. I had never noticed her braces before.
She apologized in a way that can only be described as a mix of uncertainty and sarcasm. Unsure of the consequence knowing she had done so purposely. I was scared and my heart raced, I knew no one was there to see. It was a thrill at the same time. Nervously I replied “It’s ok”
“I saw your panties earlier so now we are even” Her skin went from pale to almost rose red. I started to back away. “Did it look nice?” she asked.
I explained that I did not see much except the turquoise colour but emitted the site of the bulge I had seen.
“Would you like to see more then?” she asked proudly.
I hesitated for several moments before declining by nodding my head side to side. I could see the disappointment and worry in her eyes building up. Everything in me was screaming “Get the fuck out of there!” I did not want to be caught up in some office scandal or sexual harassment situation.
But I wanted to see more. I was horny, I was craving sex, I wanted to fuck someone so badly. I was battling my thoughts and feelings in my head when everything gave way.
Something snapped and I pushed my hard shaft against her hand. Her eyes sparkled and I pressed her against the cabinet and ripped her denim skirt upward. I exposed the turquoise panties that were fresh and new and smooth. Her puffy pussy had pinched the cotton between her slit. I pushed them down, sliding my finger into her lips. I unbuckled my pants and removed my dick while the zipper raced down from the force.
I looked for a spot to lift her higher while I grabbed her throat. Monya looked panicked. I steered her backward to the counter. I reached around her and ripped her denim skirt up over her big bum. I grabbed her soft ass and lifted her onto the countertop. I was lustful and my cock was rock hard in my hand.
Monya pulled her panty to one side revealing a fat pussy. Tugging on her underwear to see more I pushed her hand away. I started rubbing my head into her, her fat pussy was already quite moist and smooth on the tip of my cock. Her labia hugged my head as I pressed my slippery dick into her. There was no resistance from Monya but it was not wet enough and the friction was harsh on me. Her bum slipped a bit because she tried to lift her legs widening her pussy for me. She started pressing her middle finger over her clit that I could not see; she was vigorously rubbing herself and moaning short yes’s that were motivating her pussy to lubricate itself for my cock.
I was slipping in deeper, I pulled out of her but she grabbed me and pressed me back inside. I went in easy with her pussy walls now wet and firm on my cock. I started fucking her that her head was knocking against the drywall. Monya was groaning like an animal and would then stop and cry like a hungry cat.
I could see she needed to be fucked as much as I needed it. My cock was making sloshing sounds inside her fat pussy, it felt good, I was enjoying the feeling as much as I was enjoying the view. Some fluid gushed from her cunt when I tried to lift her ass a bit to fuck her deeper. Monya’s pussy croaked and I kept fucking until her pussy was farting with my rhythm. Monya cried a long “Fuck” and started spraying me with urine.
I was so close and slammed into her while she bashed against the wall. I slipped out and my cock glided into her butt cheeks. Her eyes were concerned and my urge to cum was so great that I kept pushing my dick hoping I would slip in again.
I was in her asshole, I didn’t care, I was solid, and between her pussy juices and piss running down her thighs I had somehow slipped into her anus and kept fucking. Her asshole was tighter and there was some struggle.
“Don’t resist” I ordered as I tried to force myself deeper through the commotion.
“I am not” she answered. The smell of everything turned me on. Monya took all of me and did not fight me.
“It’s so hard” Monya moaned as I pressed my balls hard against her butt. “It’s so good” Monya explained.
I was ripped at her top trying to get one of her tits out. She obliged and released both her huge tits from her bra that was pressed under them. She looked up at me and pressed them together. Her nipples were huge and pink-brown. She tried to lick one but then lost balance.
The smell of our sweat was overpowering and the musk of her ass being drilled was filling my nostrils. I felt so dirty having only ever tried anal once and that was like 10 seconds before we stopped because it hurt her. I looked down at Monya and she was looking back at me as if she wanted it. I kept going as her eyes started rolling and her mouth opened. I felt her body tensing up and her hole tightening around my cock, I looked down and watched my hard veiny dick slide inside her asshole.
Monya’s puffy mound invited me back. I watch as her mouth opened to mutter something at me but I am thrown by a hiss and a small moan as her body starts shaking from the pleasure.
I could feel my urge to cum beating in my dick.
Out of habit, I started slowing down so I could pull out and cum elsewhere; like at home but she wrapped her chubby legs around me and hissed intensely through her nose, “Fuck, Fuck, oh my Fuuuccck!?” she released from her lips as she climaxed again. Pulling with both my arms against her hips I slammed one last time. My balls slapped against her ass and my dick throbbed rock hard inside her.
I exploded into her, a mixture of goo and piss everywhere. My cock was hard sliding out, Monya grabbed it and tugged a bit to pull me closer. She jerked my foreskin back and forth to jet some cum out and smeared it onto her parted pussy.
I slid my cock into her cunt only 2 inches, every time I felt a pulse in my dick I pushed a little deeper while my cum jetted out. Staring at her huge tits that were ebbing back and forth in front of me, I retracted and some cum flowed out and dripped onto the shitty office counter and the carpet below.
I looked at her ass crack leaking cum and her pussy pushing my cum out. Wondering what the hell just happened played out, I look for the gym towel and pass it to Monya as she tried sitting up on the slippery mess. I tried getting the most of the sticky goo off my dick with my hand and wiping it onto the towel we were sharing. There was silence and I had no idea what to say. She reached for the sanitizing wipes and tried to clean my shirt and trousers.
Monya slid her drenched panties off over her boots. She handed them to me with a satisfied smile on her face. It was the second time I had ever seen her smile, her braces a reminder that I did not even kiss her in this romp.
I could not recall the last time I had such a good fuck and it made me feel like a man again. I was satisfied and in a weird way grateful for her. I pulled up my pants and reorganized my clothes by pulling everything in place.
I watched as Monya pulled her top up and pressed her tits into her bra again. She undid her skirt and fixed it in place, tugging it down her thundering thighs. I asked if she had a coat and wanted to go home suggesting I would cover for her and manage everything from there.
She thanked me and grabbed her bag and coat before rushing to the stairway.
****
I had spent the last hour trying to wipe down the cabinet room and clean the carpet. I left shortly after to the gym and showered before my workout and after feeling dirty. The change of clothes was appreciated. I shoved the used panties into the side pocket of my gym bag.
After the gym I slowly drove home, I sat in the car before going into the house. I shuddered a bit knowing I had fucked someone who was not just my type but not my wife either. Admittedly I never wanted anyone to find out. I was also blown away by how intense it got and what she allowed me to do. Was this what sex could be like, every time? Could I be in the wrong relationship?
I was so confused but for now: it was my dirty little secret.
