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I wrap up my final phone call for the day and start logging my notes. My coworker waves to me on his way out of the office and stops by my desk to ask me if I’m gonna the team outing for a few drinks before heading home for the weekend. I pause for a moment and consider what a long and exhausting week it has been. It feels like every client has chosen to be a colossal douchebag and everything I need done is awaiting some pencil pusher’s approval.

“I think I’m going to just call it a night, Jack, it’s been a hell of a week and I’m ready to start my weekend.”

“You’re sure?” He asks “We’ll have an opportunity to connect with some of the new team members in the other offices.”

As those words leave his mouth the image of the cute new girl on our Phoenix team flashes in my mind. I rarely travel to other sites, but I’ve seen her in our video conferences. She has long brown hair that extends several inches past her shoulders and beautiful dark eyes to match. Her skin looks like it’s made of porcelain and her makeup is at all times well done; I can tell that she puts an effort into her appearance. She’s young and petite, probably a recent school graduate who got sucked into this job by a recruiter who promised her the prospect of future wealth. I often wonder what she looks like under her tasteful company wear. Someone like her will have clients begging to give her their company, I’m sure. What was her name again…?

“I’ll think about it, bud.” I murmur still half absorbed into my work. He gives me a nod and disappears out the office doors shortly after. I forget the whole interaction for the next several minutes as I wrap up my day. Once I’m done I lock up my desk and sit for a moment while I consider what to do.

I love spending time with my coworkers, but I’ll be damned if I’m not beat. Do I really have the energy to go out. Fuck, if I weren’t 31 this wouldn’t even be a decision. In my 20’s I’d have already been on my way…”Fuck it” I mutter to myself. I need to blow off some steam.

About 30 minutes later I pull up to the restaurant that was reserved for our “Team building exercise” and wonder who all will be there. I’m really tight with some of the guys from the other offices and would hate to have to walk into a room full of unfamiliar faces. I’m capable of socializing with new people, but I’ll be damned if I’m really feeling up for it right now. Well, whatever. I discover a place to park and walk towards the main entrance from the parking garage. The entrance is extravagant and the staff members near the entrance are all impeccably well dressed and attractive. What else would I expect? There’s no way that a group of people in my industry would eat at some hole in the wall, but it still feels like a bit much for a casual event. I get the feeling everybody will be a little too stiff.

I approach our table and notice my group all sitting at an elongated table. I don’t bother to take a head count, but it seems to be a large group.

“Just how long did I stay at the office? Am I the last to arrive?” I say quietly to myself.

Everybody seems to already be feeling their liquor a little bit, this is exactly what I like to see. Maybe tonight will be more interesting than I expect.

As I take my seat, everybody takes a moment to greet me individually. We talk about how long it’s been and blah blah blah. These conversations are at all times so work-centric.

“Why did I even come?” I say under my breath before taking a sip of my overpriced old-fashioned. The music in this place is loud, but there is no dance floor. It’s like they are intentionally trying to discourage conversations in their social establishment.

Then I see her walk in, the new girl “What’s her name”. She makes herself difficult to ignore and is fully aware of it. Her aura enters the room before she does. She’s wearing a tight-fitted black cocktail dress that appears to be made of cotton yet has a slightly silky look; I trace the soft curves of her body from top to bottom with my eyes. Everything is well toned from her C-cup breasts to her inviting legs. The dress cuts off a couple inches below her knees and is completely sleeveless, but sports a turtle neck so that her breasts are covered so as to leave something to the imagination. Her lipstick is a dark shade of red that she would not typically wear to work. I wonder to myself if she just likes attention or if she is looking to take someone home tonight.

I catch myself staring. My glass has been hovering in front of my face for several seconds know and I finally remember I had meant to take a sip. The cool whiskey and bitters help ground me back to reality. She takes a seat…on the opposite end of the long rectangular table, of course, it was the only available seat. The table is all men except her, this industry is male dominated through and through. I could likely count the number of woman coworkers I’ve had on one hand. She’s gonna be famous tonight, if I decide to take my shot then I’ll be competing with every dick at the table. Which by my count is approximately 15. I’ve beaten worse odds, and all these guys are around 21. At 31 I’ve learned to calm my libido in the face of a gorgeous woman, perhaps my coworkers will get overexcited and say something ignorant. At any rate, the effort doesn’t seem worth it right now. I call over the waiter for another drink.

As the night passes about half of my coworkers have chatted with…Christ what IS her name? They’ve all failed, but it’s their own fault. Every man who spoke with her was well received. She gave them her full attention, body forward, touching them lightly, twirling her hair. It’s like she found a checklist from “How to tell if she’s interested” article and just started marking off boxes. Yet, none of these guys tried to close, they just kept talking until she became visibly frustrated and gave up.

“How do they even survive in this industry if they can’t close?” I say a little louder than I expected.

It’s now 10pm and everybody on the team is really starting to feel their liquor, I’ve been here since 7, but I try to pace myself at about one drink per hour to maintain prescience of mind. I order my fourth cocktail. Maybe it’s the whiskey, maybe it’s the ambiance, or maybe it’s the sheer stress from the week that’s itching at the back of my mind telling me to fuck it away. Whatever it is I decide it’s time to shoot my shot. A switch flips, I’m no longer just having a good time with my coworkers and going with the flow. I have a purpose here, a mission, a primal urge that demands satisfaction. That urge and I have learned to work together over the years like dance partners in perfect step with each other. Let’s get what we want.

As I wait for my old fashioned I fix my eyes on my prey, I can tell that even though she likes to be playful and flirty she won’t make it too easy. She wants to be hunted, this is her primal urge and I will satisfy it. Not much time passes before she notices my gaze, she sees purpose in my eyes and reciprocates. She loses, her eyes dip down and away, but after several seconds I see her glance back momentarily. That’s the only invitation I need.

I approach her on the other side of the table. She is even more stunning up close. It’s like she was crafted in a ceramics shop. Looking down at her from my standing position causes several hyper-sexualized thoughts to flutter through my head. I almost choke on my words at the wondered, but I take a deep breath and speak with confidence

“Hello, what are you drinking?”

What are you fucking drinking? That was the best I could do?

“It’s a mixture of hazy IPA and rohypnol, would you like to try some?”

She has a sense of humor, good.

“I’d love a sip, but I’m a bit of a lightweight so you’d have to take me home.” I respond with a wink as I sit down. We distribute a laugh. This is going well so far, I just need to not fuck it up…I wonder what she likes to do in bed. I picture what she may look like bound and gagged with her legs forced aside and my hand firmly wrapped around her supple throat. I’m brought back to reality by the sound of her voice.

“I’m sorry, what did you say?” I ask.

“I was asking how long you’ve been doing this?”

“Talking to beautiful women or working for the firm.” She seems pleasantly surprised by how forward I’m being and playfully punches my shoulder. She seems to forget her original question and asks instead “Oh, do you talk to a lot of beautiful women?” She tilts her head down slightly and looks upward at me; she’s fishing for a compliment.

“Well not yet today, but the night is still young!” We distribute another laugh. She’s aware of how attractive she is, but the teasing just excites us both. Wit can be incredibly sexy.

About 30 minutes pass, we’re flirting constantly and our hands become progressively more familiar with each other. We can’t continue any further with our coworkers all around us. I suggest casually that she and I have an after party, with the intention of taking her back to my house. Of course one of my coworkers hears and suggests in his drunken stupor “Hell yeah, let’s gooo. There’s a country bar right next door.” At least he isn’t trashed, but he doesn’t have the prescience of mind to see what’s happening. It seems several other on the team are in the same state of mind as 2 of my coworkers agree. I look back at…shit I forgot to ask her name, I can see that she’s visibly frustrated by their self-invitation, but I tell her “C’mon, let’s go dance.”

We arrive at the country bar, I hate country music, but at least this place is upbeat and upscale. The music booms inside and I can barely talk to my prey or my other coworkers. Maybe this was a bad idea. We fetch our drinks and get a table, I can tell that she’s getting bored so I grab her hand and lead her along to the dance floor. She offers no resistance. My coworkers send a jealous glance my way as we move away from the table. The alcohol is really starting to get to us now, we’re both feeling drunk, but one more after this might push us to “wasted”.

The world around us is starting to shimmer, I have no fucking clue how to dance, but this song is clubby and an old Latin flame once showed me the basics. I’m not playing around anymore, I pull her body tightly against mine. The sensation of her body pressed against mine is amazing. I trace her curves with my hands before resting them slightly above her hips. She wrests both her hands on my shoulders and wraps them around me. I feel her breath grow heavy against my ear and I have to withstand the urge to bite her neck. Every inch of me is screaming at me to push her down to the floor, pull up her dress and ravish her right there in the club.

We start to move our hips side to side, slowly. I control her motions with my hands and can sense her excitement rising with every motion. The skintight dress is beginning to look like wrapping paper to me. We haven’t spoken since we entered the club, but there’s significantly more sexual tension between us than there has been all night. She nuzzles her nose into my neck. The soft affection was enough to wake up my male anatomy. I can feel an erection building slowly, she’ll be able to feel it at any moment, but I’m not gonna do anything to prevent it. After a few moments I can feel my penis press against her crotch, as a knee jerk reaction she pushes her waist against me. Our side to side away has changed to an inward and outward motion. My hand finds it’s way to her buttocks and I squeeze with the intention of pressing her crotch against mine. She lets out a soft weak moan into my ear.

She steps backs, her eyes tell me that she’s high on the arousal and she is panting slightly, her cheeks have turned an appealing rosy color. “I…need to use the restroom” she says to me. As she walks away her fingertips slide along the side of my stiff cock through my jeans and she tosses me a look over her shoulder as she walks away. Naturally I follow. The bathrooms in this club are individual rooms, perfect. She walks down the hallway and into an unlocked room, but she doesn’t lock the door behind her. I wait a few seconds to make sure it was intentional then walk in and lock the door behind me.

As soon as she hears the click of the lock she throws herself into me and kisses me passionately. Her tongue plays with mine loosely as I firmly hold the back of her neck with one hand and her butt with the other. We’re dry jumping hard at this point, pressing into each other aggressively for a few seconds at a time before pulling away and doing it again. I‘m so turned on at this point that I feel like I’m gonna burst out of my pants. As if she read my thoughts her hand finds my belt and skillfully unhooks it. She wastes no time in unbuttoning and unzipping my company slacks as well. I take the opportunity to pull up her dress and explore every inch of her back and ass without any pesky fabric covering. I remove her dress over her head entirely and toss it apart. I can’t help, but notice her bra and thong are matching and chuckle to myself as I realize this is how she wanted the night to end up for her.

She asks me “What’s so funny?” as she pulls my rock hard cock out of my boxers and tugs on it gently, over and over. “I’m just thinking about how much effort you put into your makeup today just for me to fuck it up.” I tug back on her long hair and she bites her lower lip and smiles up at me. She drops down to her knees and unbuckles her bra, tossing it apart. Her beautiful breasts come free, but don’t seem to drop as if they needed no support from her bra. Her nipples are pink and perfectly shaped, no larger than the circumference of a Hershey kiss.

My thoughts are pleasantly interrupted as I feel the head of my bare cock touch the back of her throat. I let out an unexpected moan and look down to see her large brown eyes looking up at me, encircled by her perfectly done lashes. She’s managed to make my cock disappear entirely. Unreal, my length is only six inches, but my girth is that of the thickest part of a toothpaste tube. She’s done this before. Her eyes stare up at me longingly as if she’s waiting for something. I can feel myself only growing harder in her throat, pushing more firmly against her esophagus.

I grab the back of her head and tell her “I’m going to use you like the horny little cumslut you are.” Saying this is at all times a gamble, but her eyes light up with glee and I can feel her body relax in my hands as if you say “Use me how ever you want.” With that, I pull her mouth almost all the way out so that her lips are just barely covering the tip, then slam it forcefully all the way back down her throat. She lets out a little “mmpfh!” but does nothing to withstand me. I do this again. She has talent, she knows how to keep her lips in contact with my shaft the entire time. It’s heaven, the feeling is indescribable. I continue to abuse her throat repeatedly and not once does she try to pull away. Her mouth and throat are so wet that every stroke sends a tingling wave of pleasure throughout my entire body.

I look back down and notice that her mascara is running down her cheeks and she is starting to change colors slightly. I pull her head back off my cock and immediately crave the feeling of her lips again. Her dark read lipstick is smeared in numerous places along my shaft and only faintly remains on her lips.

“Do you need a second to breathe?” I ask?

“I don’t need oxygen, I only need your cock, sir!” she cry’s out with a whine.

“Good girl.”

I return her back to her natural position and continue to slide as far down her throat as I can reach. Over and over again. The gagging noise she makes every time I move past her tonsils serves as a reminder of how committed she is to receiving my cum. I gaze into her eyes and she doesn’t break eye contact once. I can feel myself getting close, my cock begins to twitch and pulsate and her face is turning blue. In this moment as I’m carelessly abusing her mouth…that W.P. Carey company degree she worked so hard for, those one thousand intern hours, the 2 month licensing process, that drive and commitment she carries with her every day to close company, all means nothing. Because right now her sole purpose in life is to make me cum.

As that though enters my head, it’s enough to push me over the edge. I push her head back against the wall and shove my iron-stiff cock as deep as I can down her throat. She lets out a whine of pleasure as the dam inside me bursts into her. This is likely the best orgasm I’ve ever had. The first pump of my cum shoots directly into her throat where the head of my cock rests. I pull back slightly and push back down again as I feel the second one coming, this one also goes down her throat. She gently moans as she feels the warm liquid pouring directly from my body into her stomach.

I decide to pull back slightly and let my third shot go inside of her mouth, it’s still relatively large. I pull out entirely to let her breathe and let my last two pumps fall onto her porcelain face and perfect tits. They compliment her current broken look well. She takes a moment to lick and gently suck the tip of my penis, ensuring that not one drop is wasted. She opens her mouth to show me all the cum I left behind and swirls it around with her tongue before closing her mouth and gulping it all down. She opens her mouth again to show me she didn’t waste any of my gift.”

Her face is an absolute mess. Her mascara is running down her cheeks and now mixed with thick strands of semen. Her left eye is essentially forced to stay closed until she can wash the cum off of it, her chest is covered in drool and cum. My personal favorite is the traces of her lipstick she left behind on my still erect penis.

She struggles to catch her breath and lets out a “thank you, sir”. Before she starts rubbing my cock a second time, clearly not satisfied. I notice the liquid dripping around her feet and find out that it isn’t from poor plumbing. I stand her up and bend her over the sink before telling her “Don’t thank me yet!” I shove a finger into her dripping pussy and am met with zero resistance. “You’re this wet from having your face fucked so hard?” I ask playfully. She smiles at me and says “Drinking fresh cum is my aphrodisiac.”

I take the opportunity to gently slide my firm dick into her soft, wet pussy. The sensation is beyond amazing, it’s everything I have to avoid losing my load inside her right then and there. The pleasured gasp she lets out does little to suppress the urge. I start slowly to stay in control and rest momentarily inside her between strokes. She senses this and manipulated the muscles in her vagina in a way that simulates a massage while tossing me a bratty look over her shoulder, she knows what she’s trying to do.

I “punish” her by pulling on her hair and forcing her to look at herself in the mirror. “Look at what a good cumslut you are,” I say “you’re still covered in spit and cum.” The sight of herself covered in our fluids causes her pussy to tense up and squeeze me. I let out a light groan as I try to suppress orgasm. I notice her eyes are fixed on herself in the mirror. She’s getting off on the sight of herself in this messy state drenched in semen, it turns her on. With this I discover my second wind. I pick up my pace and start thrusting myself into her harder and harder with each stroke. Occasionally pulling out just to the tip, pausing for a moment then slamming it back inside to her delight.

The whole time she’s looking at herself in the mirror, a few drops of cum flick against the mirror from the tips of her nipples as they bounce back in forth. She’s moaning so loud at this point that I’m certain the neighboring restrooms and people outside can hear us even over the music.

“FUCK ME!” She cries out as her face bumps into the mirror leaving a smear of cum on it and I pull her head back harder. “Treat me like your little fucking slut!”

At this point I’m letting out loud groans of pleasure as I pull her aggressively into me by the waist with my other hand. “Look at yourself,” I say “Getting fucked by a man you barely know with your face covered in his cum in some club bathroom!”

“Fuck, yes,” she cries out “I’m such a slut!…I’m going to cum!”

“Do it, cum on my cock” I shout out.

“Say my name!” She moans out.

“What?”

“I said, say my name!”

I grab her by the neck and hold her face against the mirror.

“I don’t know your fucking name!” I shout.

As if on command her legs shake and she lets out a loud scream of pleasure, I can feel how wet she’s become and notice the fluid dripping down her legs. Her pussy is gripping me with incredible strength and her body begins to relax…she just came. She is low on energy but she murmurs “cum in me…” and I oblige. A few more strokes is all it takes for me to burst like a dam and pour into her. Her pussy greedily takes most of it, but can’t contain everything and begins spilling out the sides, joining her own fluids on her legs.

I pull out slowly and admire the sight of the mess we’ve made. After a few minutes of heavy breathing I help her clean up and she helps wash my cock as well. She takes a few minutes to reapply her makeup and we exit the bathroom cautiously. Of course, several people are standing around waiting to see who came and I tell them “She stubbed her toe on the sink.” We decide to leave our coworkers there and just head out. We went to another bar and shared a few drinks and laughs but it was already almost 2am so we decided to head home.

After walking her back to her car I wished her a good night and head back to mine and say to myself “I’m glad I came out tonight.”

NSFW: yes

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