Revenge pt2
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Spencer arrived at work a little earlier than usual Monday morning remembering the previous weekend's activities. After their morning fuck session Saturday, Sasha and Spencer talked about continuing their liaisons in the future since they both found out they were sex starved people. Spencer knew partially because he accidentally saw Sasha masturbating at work.
"You saw me?" she asked slightly stunned.
"Yeah," Spencer said guiltily.
"What did you do while you watched?" Sasha asked very curious.
Spencer was surprised that she didn't snap at him for seeing her masturbate. He thought back to that day which he was working late.
"Well," he began, "I stood by the door to the office where you and the rest of your team worked. Everyone was already gone. I thought I heard a voice when I passed by and when I looked, there you were in your chair massaging the hell out of your pussy. It was the most sexiest thing I've seen, and I've watched a lot porn. I wanted to rush over and taste you then. When I got home, I had to rub one out just thinking about it and I came super hard."
Sasha smiled as he told his story. She felt someone watching her then but she wasn't too sure. It would've been a different story if they hadn't had sex but she was pleased all the same it was Spencer. At that point, they both agreed to be private fuck buddies with the condition that their working relationship never changed.
Spencer, small book satchel over his shoulder, made his way to the elevator of the corporate office high-rise that he worked as a web designer. His mind went back to Sasha and having to strengthen his resolve to keep his end of the deal. Seeing someone naked can change the outlook on someone. The elevator doors opened to an empty car and Spencer stepped in pressing the 16 button. The door slowly closed when he heard a female voice.
"Hold the door," the voice yelled.
Spencer managed to catch the door forcing it to reopen and welcome the new rider.
"Thanks, I almost..." Sasha said then stopped seeing Spencer.
They both stared at each other for a minute. Sasha was wearing a navy skirt with a matching suit jacket covering a light pink silk blouse buttoned nearly to her neck. Her patent leather purse, shoes, and matching portfolio case topped her business attire. She looked at Spencer in his well ironed white button down long sleeve dress shirt with red silk tie and black slacks with no jacket carrying his book bag. Both had the same idea of coming early in hopes of not seeing each other.
"Good morning," Sasha said briskly sounding professional.
"Good morning," Spencer said in return.
She stood on the opposite wall of the elevator as Spencer gave her ample space as if two people were between them. They didn't speak during the ride up to their floor which both worked in separate offices. Spencer stood trying not to let thoughts of having his way with Sasha right now in an elevator but it excited him to want to try it. He felt his dick slowly rise in his slacks at the thought coupled with smelling the scent of Sasha's perfume. Sasha gripped her purse strap and her case handle trying to force out her lust for Spencer. She tried staring ahead until her eye caught Spencer's reflection and zeroed her gaze at his crotch. Sasha felt her mouth water.
The elevator door thankfully made it to 16 and Spencer allowed Sasha to leave first. She strode out eyes forward heading towards her office with Spencer a few steps behind. In the past, Spencer witnessed Sasha walk up and down this hallway imagining what she looked like naked. Now after seeing her nude, he replayed everything back in his mind while still undressing the present Sasha in front of him. Before he realized it, Sasha made a hard stop checking her portfolio case and Spencer stumbled into her.
"Oh shit," Spencer exclaimed feeling Sasha bodacious ass against his crotch, "I'm sorry. I didn't mean..." but he was cut off by Sasha's hand grazing his steady hardening cock.
"Oh my God," she squeak jerking her hand away, "It's my fault I wasn't paying attention."
"No, I should've been more careful too," Spencer replied.
They went back and forth for a bit then became silent. As they looked at each other, they realized that no one else was around and wouldn't be for at least another hour. Sasha's nose flared breathing deeply feeling her loins stir again but shook herself quickly. Spencer's gazed at the professional diva in front of him knowing that under polished exterior was a sleek and sultry sex goddess. His gaze was so intense that it made Sasha's nipples painfully hard.
"Not here, not now" she whispered to Spencer picking up on his vibe. She said it more to herself than to him because Sasha felt her pussy twitch when her ass felt Spencer's dick.
"Besides," she continued walking away, "I'm still a lil sore."
"I can't tell," Spencer said in a low tone grinning.
Sasha gave him one last blazing look then walked into an open office door. Spencer continued down the hall to his office where he sat at his cubicle trying to tame his inhibitions and his cock.
As the week progressed, nothing more eventful happened between the two except for the occasional 'bumping into each other'. Sasha's attitude lighten a bit around the office. Several of her coworkers noticed the change including a few that worked with Spencer. Spencer acted indifferent about her obvious improvement around the office. He even made the comment that something must have happen to make Sasha put everything in perspective and that happens to almost everyone in their life.
It was Thursday that Sasha was nearing the breaking point. She had been on a slight warpath since she was a QA manager of the department Spencer worked. Some web designs were overdue and Sasha needed to have them pronto. Spencer was about to volunteer and 'take one for the team' until she designated the task to his cube neighbor named Alan, a 50-ish white male that resembled Milton from Office Space without the mustache.
"Looks like the bitch is back," Alan mumbled when Sasha exited.
"Since when did she leave," Spencer quipped.
"You wouldn't care just as long as she came around the office switching that ass," Alan teased.
"I will admit, she does look quite tasty in that dress she has on," Spencer mused.
They both chuckled and continued working with Spencer offering to help Alan with the designs.
Later that evening, everyone left except for Sasha because there were several meetings lined up for next week that needed the proper editing and profiling for a sale, at least that was part of her reason. She continued working until she was ultimately finished with all that she needed. The last of the QA team was already gone and it was around 5:45. The cleaning crew didn't come until around 8 so she had some time. Sasha got up walked the length of the hall to see if anyone was still around. She felt a thrill along with pent up frustration as she looked in each room including the copy room on the floor. Once Sasha was satisfied, she returned to the QA office which she shared with 5 other people. She sat at her desk getting comfortable slipping off her heels. Sasha wore a short sleeve one piece lavender dress that stopped right at her knees. She knew she turned some heads today, including Spencer's. Once the thought of Spencer came to her mind, her body got incredibly warm and she slowly slid the hem of her dress up her thick creamy thighs. Her hands slowly rubbed her hips and waist as she exposed her pink panties covering her dampening mound. Sasha let two finger graze her silk covered patch and she gave a breathy whimper.
"Damn you, Spencer," she moaned letting her hand slid across her warm diamond, "You should be fucking this right now."
She slipped her finger down her panties to her moist slit and began to gently massage. Sasha gave a strained cry letting the pleasure surge through her.
"Spencer, you bastard," she breathed, "you need to be here."
Sasha stopped suddenly then looked at her phone and picked it up. She sat up staring at it thinking. A electric ripple went with through her making her body quiver as she thumbed through her phone her mind racing wildly.
Spencer was having his second beer with a few of his work friends at a pub called Stanley's. It was a couple blocks from the job so it was convenient to walk to. Spencer, Alan, and several others from the office shared a couple of pitchers of beer at a table talking light bullshit towards each other. They all had something to say about Sasha.
"She hasn't been as bitchy as usual," one white female said, "especially after the office party."
"Maybe someone gave her the fucking that she needs," a chubby middle-eastern guy said.
"Its not always about sex, Havi," another female said.
"Not always, but it can be," Havi countered.
"I'm not touching that," Spencer chuckled.
The debate continued with the added sexual inferences for flavor when Spencer's cell buzz in his pocket. He pulled it out then grimaced at the screen seeing who texted him.
"What's up?" Alan asked not getting involved in the sex discussion.
"I need to reply to this. I'll be right back," Spencer said getting up.
He went in the pub's restrooms for some privacy. Spencer and Sasha had been sexting for a bit after work and Spencer was really surprised how Sasha got into it. This wasn't a real surprise to see a message from her but this one was different. It had an attachment that Spencer had never seen before. The heading said: 'Wish you were here." When Spencer opened it, he looked beyond astonished. The message showed a short clip of Sasha leaning back in her office chair with her gorgeous legs spread open showing her wet pussy. She was digging two to three fingers in her dripping hole alternating in a sawing motion. The sounds were exquisite. Spencer heard her low moans coupled with squishy noises from her moist mound being kneaded. At certain points, she stop only to suck her cum ridden fingers smacking her lips passionately then returning them to her desire points in her pussy. After a few long minutes and seeing her climax twice, Sasha moved forward so that only her glowing sexy face was visible.
"Wish you were here," she said in sultry voice then the clip ended.
Spencer realized Sasha was still at work, in the office, masturbating. It made Spencer's cock so hard, he felt it pulse like a second heart. Looks like she couldn't wait for the weekend and Spencer couldn't agree more. He had been trying to conceal hard-on after hard-on when coming in contact with Sasha in various places around the office, but this time he would make his move now. Spencer looked at the time. 6:26. He had plenty of time because the cleaners didn't come until 8. Spencer bolted from the restroom and towards the table.
"Everything okay?" Alan asked.
"Gotta run. Sorry, gang. I'll tell you about later," Spencer said placing a ten on the table and left the pub.
Spencer would think of a story later but right now Sasha was all he thought about.
Sasha wearily walked toward the elevators purse over her shoulder, a lazy smile on her face. She bet Spencer loved her little show and was quite anxious to get a reply later. In the meantime, Sasha felt a nice afterglow following her performance and she wondered if Spencer would post it on one of those porn sites he likes. She giggled thinking it might be fun to try that once. A breeze caught Sasha between her thighs and she shivered. She opted not to put her panties back on and the feeling made her loins flare up again. Sasha remember how it felt when all she had on was a pajama top with no underwear. It made her feel exposed yet sexy at the same time. On top of that, it made her feel more horny than she ever was in the past. She would use her dildo for part two of her show when she got home though she preferred the real thing, or in this case Spencer's REAL thing. Sasha pressed the down button to call the elevator as her misty mind settled with thoughts of having Spencer inside her when the door opened. Spencer stood in the elevator car looking at his sex goddess. Sasha wasn't sure if she was dreaming or not but she stood staring at Spencer in disbelief.
"Do you believe wishes can come true?" Spencer asked approaching Sasha.
Sasha gazed mesmerized at Spencer while her aching pussy was jumping. Spencer slid his arms around her and pulled her into a long deep kiss. Sasha happily reciprocated grabbing his slender yet strong shoulders arcing her body against his. They broke the kiss gazing at each other. Spencer ran his hand over her back side and noticed something. No underwear.
"I decided to keep them off," Sasha said quietly, "I take it you liked my show."
Spencer slowly pushed her up against the wall then knelt in front of her, "I was hoping for an encore."
Sasha bit her lip while she slid the hem of her dress slowly up her thighs like before. Spencer watched with fascination as she raised her dress to show her pussy like a curtain was being raised on a play. Sasha shifted her thick thighs open to give him a better view of her wet diamond.
"Jesus, Sasha," Spencer crooned, "your pussy is just so exquisite."
"All for you," she breathed.
Spencer slowly descended on Sasha's warm mound and gently nuzzled against it breathing in her scent. Sasha gave a low purr at the contact feeling his breath roll over her pussy. Spencer shifted closer pulling one of her sexy legs on his shoulder opening her glistening pussy further. His hands gripped her thick ass making sure she didn't fall over. Spencer slowly tongued Sasha cum-covered love nest from her lips to her sensitive clit. She gave a breathy cry at the contact and started to shift her hips towards his face. Spencer tongued deeper into her canal while sucking her luscious pussy lips. Sasha playfully flipped the hem of her dress over Spencer's head covering it then placed her hands on top while softly moaning.
"So tasty," Spencer growled while trying to devour Sasha's sweet pussy, "I almost can't stop."
Spencer swirled his tongue and lips in and around Sasha's pussy causing her hips to buck gently into his face. Sasha clutched his head tighter as her orgasm slowly built. Spencer's mouth and tongue coiled and twirled madly feeling her body and hands tense with her impending climax. After a few minutes, Sasha came a third time as a long throaty moan escaped from her. Spencer felt and tasted her juices nearly flow in his mouth and on his face as he continued to shimmy across her plum-like pussy.
"Spencer," Sasha whispered breathlessly regaining her balance on both feet , "I love the way you make my pussy feel."
Spencer removed his head from under her dress to let it fall back into place. He continued to massage her hips, thighs, and ass as he gazed enthralled by his sex goddess. Spencer rose to his feet, his hands still under her dress, and planted a deep french kiss on Sasha's waiting mouth. She purred returning the kiss then gave a moan of surprise to feel his freed hard hot rod side in between her thighs and slip on her pussy to rest there. Spencer rocked his hips to let the length of his cock rub against her pussy lips.
"You are such a tease," Sasha rasped rotating her hips trying to tempt Spencer's cock inside her.
"So are you," Spencer growled, "but there's something I wanna do while we're here."
Spencer broke the embrace and pulled Sasha down the hall to their offices. Sasha drunkenly followed on unsteady legs curious and excited on what Spencer had in mind. They returned to the QA office where Sasha worked and where she filmed herself masturbating. Spencer walked Sasha to her desk and asked her sit in her chair.
"Spread those sexy legs apart and show me your pussy again," he said stroking his throbbing member in his hand.
Sasha complied watching him slowly fist his cock. She still marveled at the size of his dick as she felt her pussy twitch excitedly. Spencer knelt in between Sasha's thick legs and settled the head of his throbbing rod at her waiting entrance. He lifted both her legs on his shoulders opening her pussy even further. Sasha gave a sharp intake of breath as Spencer position himself inches from entering her. With one hand, he slid the thick tip of his cock at her opening parting her moist pussy lips. Sasha whimpered with anticipation letting Spencer take control.
"I've always want to fuck you in your office," Spencer rasped holding his pose.
"Fuck me, Spencer," Sasha begged, "I've been wanting your dick for the longest."
Spencer grabbed both arms of Sasha's chair as if to steady himself. With one fluid move, Spencer pulled Sasha to him while simultaneously pushing his hips forward completely filling her hungry love slot. She gave loud moan into his mouth as their faces met nearly a centimeter apart.
"You fucking monster," Sasha groan shakily looking down at his dick disappeared inside her, "I can feel you in my all in my stomach. God, you are enormous!!"
"All for you," Spencer said grinning.
Sasha nearly devoured Spencer's mouth in a ravenous kiss. Spencer returned the kiss sliding and swirling his tongue around hers. Spencer, still holding Sasha chair, slowly pulled his hips back a inch while breaking the kiss and pushing her chair forward then dived back deeper inside her while pulling the chair back toward him. He pounded her again and again in a slow steady rhythm making her legs buck. Sasha yelped with each pounding stroke then slid her hands on Spencer's face holding him as she nipped his lips seductively.
"I couldn't stop thinking about fucking you," Spencer growled in Sasha face, "I get hard every time I see the beautiful ass cross my path. You are too fucking sexy for your own good."
"Spencer," Sasha whimpered feeling a climax rising, "you're cock just drives me insane. Each time I see you, I just wanna feed that hunk of meat to my starving snatch until she drinks all your man juice out."
Spencer continued to piston and pound Sasha dripping sex spot. Sloppy squelchy noises coupled with smacking flesh and moaning filled the office. Sasha threw her head back, eyes rolling, as her orgasm was nearing. Spencer hammered deep inside her quivering pussy feeling it nearly swallow his cock whole. Several strokes later, Sasha ecstatic scream filled the office as she came hard.
"I needed that," Sasha said breathlessly staring at her lover through hazy eyes, "You know how make a slut feel good."
Spencer kissed her passionately, "I'm not through yet"
Spencer slip out her drenched sex spot making Sasha whimper uncontrollably. Spencer pulled her out of her chair and turn her facing her desk.
"Lean over so I can pound that pretty ass," Spencer growled in her ear.
Sasha complied watching Spencer slide a hand up her dress again and flipping the hem over her waist exposing her thick perfect ass.
"You like the way my ass shakes, don't you?" Sasha said seductively.
Spencer rubbed and caressed her shimmying rump worshiping it.
"You should see how lovely your ass is."
Spencer got behind Sasha positioning his cock at her waiting pussy. Sasha tried to turn her head to see but all she saw was her quaking ass.
"Wait," she said suddenly reaching in her purse.
Spencer thought she was gonna pull out a condom but instead she pulled out her phone showing it to him.
"You're not gonna have all the fun," Sasha said with devilish grin, "I wanna see how you handle a big ass bitch like me."
Spencer gave the same devilish grin as he took the phone and set it up to record. He panned down to get a close up of her quaking ass and her already damp pussy. Spencer slip a couple of fingers in and out just to show how juicy she was. Spencer raised back up and re-positioned his cock at her entrance and rubbed her thick ass as he slowly fed his throbbing rod into Sasha moist canal. He started a slow rhythm watching how her ass shook with each stroke. Spencer moved Sasha's phone to get several angles of her bodacious ass being pumped by his cock. He even moved it to show Sasha's face telling the camera how good if it felt being fucked by him.
"Ride it, stud," Sasha moaned, "Ride your slut! Rock that pussy hard!"
Spencer eagerly complied picking up the pace watching her ass flop around his stiff dick.
"Oh yes!!," Sasha screamed, "b**st fuck me with that giant cock!! Show who's pussy this is!!"
Spencer felt her pussy vibrate as she had orgasm after orgasm.
"You want me to cum?" Spencer asked shakily pointing the camera at Sasha's face looking back, "You wanna feel that hot jizz in your snatch?"
"Mmm, yes!!" she wailed nodding her head and licking her lips, "Shoot it in me!! Fill me up with your man juice!!"
Spencer roughly grabbed Sasha shoulder with his free hand and tried to pummel her pussy into oblivion with fast hard strokes. Sasha squealed loudly feeling Spencer's cock spear her womb with reckless abandon.
"I'm cumming!!!" he roared.
"YES!!! LET ME HAVE IT!!!" Sasha yelled cumming again.
Spencer felt the first blast overtake him as he continued to dive his spurting cock through Sasha's insides. Sasha felt the stream of seed almost flow in her hot and thick. She undulated her body uncontrollably as her own climax got a hold her as her melodious wail filled the office.
"Fuck this!!," Sasha rasped standing upright.
Spencer's cock slipped out of Sasha as she turned and knelt. Spencer was still filming seeing Sasha slide his cum-covered cock in her mouth. She looked into the camera sucking madly getting the rest of his seed into her mouth. Spencer groaned loudly feeling the electric tingles rippled all over his body.
"This is how a real slut sucks cock," Sasha hissed seductively into the camera as she loudly sucked Spencer's meat stick.
Spencer's body jumped with each swirling suck as Sasha stroked his dick with her mouth, tongue, and hand. She savored every single moment swallowing what was left of his thick spunk.
"Until next time," Sasha cooed waving at the camera.
Spencer stop recording and placed the phone on her desk. Sasha gave one last suck popping it out of her mouth then stood up still stroking Spencer's half-hard cock. Spencer kissed Sasha's moaning mouth tasting the remnants of his cum. When they broke the kiss, Sasha slid Spencer's dick back into his slacks then wrapped her arms around his shoulders still having aftershocks ripple through her pussy.
"Did you like that?" Sasha said breathlessly against chest.
Spencer firmly grabbed her waist and sat her on her desk. He pulled his cock back out and before Sasha could argue, slid his dick deep into her pulsing pussy once again. Sasha squealed again feeling her hot sex spot filled once again.
"We can't stay, Spencer," Sasha said jerkily as her eyes rolled uncontrollably, "The cleaning people will be here in a bit."
Spencer nipped her neck making Sasha jumped then he smiled.
"Looks like I found a sweet spot," he said grinning evilly.
"Wait, stud," Sasha said holding him at bay, "let's finish this later."
"Okay," Spencer said evenly, "I'm sorry. I just can't get enough of you. The more I try not to think about having sex with you, the more I want it. And just seeing you masturbate like that just...."
"I know what you mean," Sasha said softly, "I couldn't stop myself. And its not just your dick...well, it's mostly your dick, but you make me feel so incredibly good and sexy. I can't help myself."
Spencer brought his lips to Sasha's in a long, tender kiss. He felt Sasha's warm love tunnel flex around his cock. Sasha's body melted again the moment his lips touched hers. Her thick sexy legs slowly clutched Spencer's hips squeezing him closer to her while pulling his cock deeper in her. When they broke the kiss, they just stared at each other with a combination of tender sweetness and savage wantonness.
"We better go," Spencer said quietly while massaging Sasha's hips.
Sasha squeezed her thick creamy thighs even further causing the warm walls of her pussy to contract gently around Spencer's hardening cock.
"Spencer, you evil bastard," she breathed raggedly, "Look what you've done to me. I can't even stop fucking you to leave. My cunt won't listen to me."
"I could carry you to your car," Spencer said grinning.
Sasha laughed then purred feeling her pussy gently suck Spencer's cock at the thought.
"That's a sweet thought," she said composing herself, "but we'd end up fucking in my car...or on my car. Let's just call it a night."
Spencer nodded reluctantly and slowly slid his dick out of Sasha's pussy with a light wet smack. They both breathed heavily after finally disengaging each other but they look at each other still wanting to continue. Spencer returned his juice-covered cock back in his slacks while Sasha stood up and flattened her dress down. They both left the office heading towards the elevators in silence. Once on the elevators, Spencer pulled Sasha into a warm embrace and just held her enjoying the moment.
"Where are you parked?" Spencer asked.
"Second floor. Parking deck. You?" she said.
"Same, fifth floor."
"I can drive you to your car if you like," Sasha offered.
"Sure, thanks," Spencer said warmly.
They held each other while they rode the elevator to the second floor where the crosswalk adjoined to the main building. They walked out to the parking deck holding hands. Once on the ramp, Sasha pointed out her forest green late model Mazda with silver trim. Spencer gave a small whistle impressed. Before they got close to her car, they heard voices nearby but out of sight, several which Spencer recognized.
"Ah hell," Spencer groaned, "Its Alan and the others."
"Why are they here?" Sasha asked worried.
"We were having a few drinks at this pub a block or so over called Stanley's" he explained, "It's how I got to you so fast. I technically never left."
"Oh. Okay," she replied, "Let's head back before we get seen."
Spencer agreed and the couple both trotted back to the crosswalk door and waited. A few minutes later, Alan, Havi, a white medium-built redhead named Cathy, and a slender Indian woman named Shani came from a nearby staircase door laughing and jabbering away.
"He's probably up on his terminal trying to clear up some issue management screwed up," Havi told the group, "He's such a workaholic."
"I'd like to work on him myself," Shani said with a devilish grin.
"Didn't know you had the hots for Spence like that," Cathy said astonished, "but I bet he has a girlfriend."
"He's never said anything about a girlfriend," Alan said, "and office romances are never good."
"Who said anything about romance?" Shani said slyly.
The group continued chuckling at Shani's sassy demeanor. After a while, the group got into their respective cars and left the parking deck leaving Spencer and Sasha alone again.
"You know Shani can't have you," Sasha said grinning.
Spencer grinned back at Sasha catching what she meant. They both got to her car and Sasha drove up the ramp to the fifth level where Spencer's late model crimson Nissan sat. Spencer leaned over and gave one long passionate kiss to Sasha and bade her good night. She did the same fighting the urge jump on him and ride him mercilessly in the passenger seat. Spencer hopped in his car while Sasha sped off for the exit. He lounged for a bit replaying everything that happen in his mind. Spencer thought how much further he could take the fuck buddy role before it got too old to both of them. Just then, his phone buzzed receiving another text message. It was another attachment message as before with the heading: Stud fucking his favorite slut!! Spencer played the clip and it was showing his dick pounding Sasha from behind. All he could do was smile.
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"You saw me?" she asked slightly stunned.
"Yeah," Spencer said guiltily.
"What did you do while you watched?" Sasha asked very curious.
Spencer was surprised that she didn't snap at him for seeing her masturbate. He thought back to that day which he was working late.
"Well," he began, "I stood by the door to the office where you and the rest of your team worked. Everyone was already gone. I thought I heard a voice when I passed by and when I looked, there you were in your chair massaging the hell out of your pussy. It was the most sexiest thing I've seen, and I've watched a lot porn. I wanted to rush over and taste you then. When I got home, I had to rub one out just thinking about it and I came super hard."
Sasha smiled as he told his story. She felt someone watching her then but she wasn't too sure. It would've been a different story if they hadn't had sex but she was pleased all the same it was Spencer. At that point, they both agreed to be private fuck buddies with the condition that their working relationship never changed.
Spencer, small book satchel over his shoulder, made his way to the elevator of the corporate office high-rise that he worked as a web designer. His mind went back to Sasha and having to strengthen his resolve to keep his end of the deal. Seeing someone naked can change the outlook on someone. The elevator doors opened to an empty car and Spencer stepped in pressing the 16 button. The door slowly closed when he heard a female voice.
"Hold the door," the voice yelled.
Spencer managed to catch the door forcing it to reopen and welcome the new rider.
"Thanks, I almost..." Sasha said then stopped seeing Spencer.
They both stared at each other for a minute. Sasha was wearing a navy skirt with a matching suit jacket covering a light pink silk blouse buttoned nearly to her neck. Her patent leather purse, shoes, and matching portfolio case topped her business attire. She looked at Spencer in his well ironed white button down long sleeve dress shirt with red silk tie and black slacks with no jacket carrying his book bag. Both had the same idea of coming early in hopes of not seeing each other.
"Good morning," Sasha said briskly sounding professional.
"Good morning," Spencer said in return.
She stood on the opposite wall of the elevator as Spencer gave her ample space as if two people were between them. They didn't speak during the ride up to their floor which both worked in separate offices. Spencer stood trying not to let thoughts of having his way with Sasha right now in an elevator but it excited him to want to try it. He felt his dick slowly rise in his slacks at the thought coupled with smelling the scent of Sasha's perfume. Sasha gripped her purse strap and her case handle trying to force out her lust for Spencer. She tried staring ahead until her eye caught Spencer's reflection and zeroed her gaze at his crotch. Sasha felt her mouth water.
The elevator door thankfully made it to 16 and Spencer allowed Sasha to leave first. She strode out eyes forward heading towards her office with Spencer a few steps behind. In the past, Spencer witnessed Sasha walk up and down this hallway imagining what she looked like naked. Now after seeing her nude, he replayed everything back in his mind while still undressing the present Sasha in front of him. Before he realized it, Sasha made a hard stop checking her portfolio case and Spencer stumbled into her.
"Oh shit," Spencer exclaimed feeling Sasha bodacious ass against his crotch, "I'm sorry. I didn't mean..." but he was cut off by Sasha's hand grazing his steady hardening cock.
"Oh my God," she squeak jerking her hand away, "It's my fault I wasn't paying attention."
"No, I should've been more careful too," Spencer replied.
They went back and forth for a bit then became silent. As they looked at each other, they realized that no one else was around and wouldn't be for at least another hour. Sasha's nose flared breathing deeply feeling her loins stir again but shook herself quickly. Spencer's gazed at the professional diva in front of him knowing that under polished exterior was a sleek and sultry sex goddess. His gaze was so intense that it made Sasha's nipples painfully hard.
"Not here, not now" she whispered to Spencer picking up on his vibe. She said it more to herself than to him because Sasha felt her pussy twitch when her ass felt Spencer's dick.
"Besides," she continued walking away, "I'm still a lil sore."
"I can't tell," Spencer said in a low tone grinning.
Sasha gave him one last blazing look then walked into an open office door. Spencer continued down the hall to his office where he sat at his cubicle trying to tame his inhibitions and his cock.
As the week progressed, nothing more eventful happened between the two except for the occasional 'bumping into each other'. Sasha's attitude lighten a bit around the office. Several of her coworkers noticed the change including a few that worked with Spencer. Spencer acted indifferent about her obvious improvement around the office. He even made the comment that something must have happen to make Sasha put everything in perspective and that happens to almost everyone in their life.
It was Thursday that Sasha was nearing the breaking point. She had been on a slight warpath since she was a QA manager of the department Spencer worked. Some web designs were overdue and Sasha needed to have them pronto. Spencer was about to volunteer and 'take one for the team' until she designated the task to his cube neighbor named Alan, a 50-ish white male that resembled Milton from Office Space without the mustache.
"Looks like the bitch is back," Alan mumbled when Sasha exited.
"Since when did she leave," Spencer quipped.
"You wouldn't care just as long as she came around the office switching that ass," Alan teased.
"I will admit, she does look quite tasty in that dress she has on," Spencer mused.
They both chuckled and continued working with Spencer offering to help Alan with the designs.
Later that evening, everyone left except for Sasha because there were several meetings lined up for next week that needed the proper editing and profiling for a sale, at least that was part of her reason. She continued working until she was ultimately finished with all that she needed. The last of the QA team was already gone and it was around 5:45. The cleaning crew didn't come until around 8 so she had some time. Sasha got up walked the length of the hall to see if anyone was still around. She felt a thrill along with pent up frustration as she looked in each room including the copy room on the floor. Once Sasha was satisfied, she returned to the QA office which she shared with 5 other people. She sat at her desk getting comfortable slipping off her heels. Sasha wore a short sleeve one piece lavender dress that stopped right at her knees. She knew she turned some heads today, including Spencer's. Once the thought of Spencer came to her mind, her body got incredibly warm and she slowly slid the hem of her dress up her thick creamy thighs. Her hands slowly rubbed her hips and waist as she exposed her pink panties covering her dampening mound. Sasha let two finger graze her silk covered patch and she gave a breathy whimper.
"Damn you, Spencer," she moaned letting her hand slid across her warm diamond, "You should be fucking this right now."
She slipped her finger down her panties to her moist slit and began to gently massage. Sasha gave a strained cry letting the pleasure surge through her.
"Spencer, you bastard," she breathed, "you need to be here."
Sasha stopped suddenly then looked at her phone and picked it up. She sat up staring at it thinking. A electric ripple went with through her making her body quiver as she thumbed through her phone her mind racing wildly.
Spencer was having his second beer with a few of his work friends at a pub called Stanley's. It was a couple blocks from the job so it was convenient to walk to. Spencer, Alan, and several others from the office shared a couple of pitchers of beer at a table talking light bullshit towards each other. They all had something to say about Sasha.
"She hasn't been as bitchy as usual," one white female said, "especially after the office party."
"Maybe someone gave her the fucking that she needs," a chubby middle-eastern guy said.
"Its not always about sex, Havi," another female said.
"Not always, but it can be," Havi countered.
"I'm not touching that," Spencer chuckled.
The debate continued with the added sexual inferences for flavor when Spencer's cell buzz in his pocket. He pulled it out then grimaced at the screen seeing who texted him.
"What's up?" Alan asked not getting involved in the sex discussion.
"I need to reply to this. I'll be right back," Spencer said getting up.
He went in the pub's restrooms for some privacy. Spencer and Sasha had been sexting for a bit after work and Spencer was really surprised how Sasha got into it. This wasn't a real surprise to see a message from her but this one was different. It had an attachment that Spencer had never seen before. The heading said: 'Wish you were here." When Spencer opened it, he looked beyond astonished. The message showed a short clip of Sasha leaning back in her office chair with her gorgeous legs spread open showing her wet pussy. She was digging two to three fingers in her dripping hole alternating in a sawing motion. The sounds were exquisite. Spencer heard her low moans coupled with squishy noises from her moist mound being kneaded. At certain points, she stop only to suck her cum ridden fingers smacking her lips passionately then returning them to her desire points in her pussy. After a few long minutes and seeing her climax twice, Sasha moved forward so that only her glowing sexy face was visible.
"Wish you were here," she said in sultry voice then the clip ended.
Spencer realized Sasha was still at work, in the office, masturbating. It made Spencer's cock so hard, he felt it pulse like a second heart. Looks like she couldn't wait for the weekend and Spencer couldn't agree more. He had been trying to conceal hard-on after hard-on when coming in contact with Sasha in various places around the office, but this time he would make his move now. Spencer looked at the time. 6:26. He had plenty of time because the cleaners didn't come until 8. Spencer bolted from the restroom and towards the table.
"Everything okay?" Alan asked.
"Gotta run. Sorry, gang. I'll tell you about later," Spencer said placing a ten on the table and left the pub.
Spencer would think of a story later but right now Sasha was all he thought about.
Sasha wearily walked toward the elevators purse over her shoulder, a lazy smile on her face. She bet Spencer loved her little show and was quite anxious to get a reply later. In the meantime, Sasha felt a nice afterglow following her performance and she wondered if Spencer would post it on one of those porn sites he likes. She giggled thinking it might be fun to try that once. A breeze caught Sasha between her thighs and she shivered. She opted not to put her panties back on and the feeling made her loins flare up again. Sasha remember how it felt when all she had on was a pajama top with no underwear. It made her feel exposed yet sexy at the same time. On top of that, it made her feel more horny than she ever was in the past. She would use her dildo for part two of her show when she got home though she preferred the real thing, or in this case Spencer's REAL thing. Sasha pressed the down button to call the elevator as her misty mind settled with thoughts of having Spencer inside her when the door opened. Spencer stood in the elevator car looking at his sex goddess. Sasha wasn't sure if she was dreaming or not but she stood staring at Spencer in disbelief.
"Do you believe wishes can come true?" Spencer asked approaching Sasha.
Sasha gazed mesmerized at Spencer while her aching pussy was jumping. Spencer slid his arms around her and pulled her into a long deep kiss. Sasha happily reciprocated grabbing his slender yet strong shoulders arcing her body against his. They broke the kiss gazing at each other. Spencer ran his hand over her back side and noticed something. No underwear.
"I decided to keep them off," Sasha said quietly, "I take it you liked my show."
Spencer slowly pushed her up against the wall then knelt in front of her, "I was hoping for an encore."
Sasha bit her lip while she slid the hem of her dress slowly up her thighs like before. Spencer watched with fascination as she raised her dress to show her pussy like a curtain was being raised on a play. Sasha shifted her thick thighs open to give him a better view of her wet diamond.
"Jesus, Sasha," Spencer crooned, "your pussy is just so exquisite."
"All for you," she breathed.
Spencer slowly descended on Sasha's warm mound and gently nuzzled against it breathing in her scent. Sasha gave a low purr at the contact feeling his breath roll over her pussy. Spencer shifted closer pulling one of her sexy legs on his shoulder opening her glistening pussy further. His hands gripped her thick ass making sure she didn't fall over. Spencer slowly tongued Sasha cum-covered love nest from her lips to her sensitive clit. She gave a breathy cry at the contact and started to shift her hips towards his face. Spencer tongued deeper into her canal while sucking her luscious pussy lips. Sasha playfully flipped the hem of her dress over Spencer's head covering it then placed her hands on top while softly moaning.
"So tasty," Spencer growled while trying to devour Sasha's sweet pussy, "I almost can't stop."
Spencer swirled his tongue and lips in and around Sasha's pussy causing her hips to buck gently into his face. Sasha clutched his head tighter as her orgasm slowly built. Spencer's mouth and tongue coiled and twirled madly feeling her body and hands tense with her impending climax. After a few minutes, Sasha came a third time as a long throaty moan escaped from her. Spencer felt and tasted her juices nearly flow in his mouth and on his face as he continued to shimmy across her plum-like pussy.
"Spencer," Sasha whispered breathlessly regaining her balance on both feet , "I love the way you make my pussy feel."
Spencer removed his head from under her dress to let it fall back into place. He continued to massage her hips, thighs, and ass as he gazed enthralled by his sex goddess. Spencer rose to his feet, his hands still under her dress, and planted a deep french kiss on Sasha's waiting mouth. She purred returning the kiss then gave a moan of surprise to feel his freed hard hot rod side in between her thighs and slip on her pussy to rest there. Spencer rocked his hips to let the length of his cock rub against her pussy lips.
"You are such a tease," Sasha rasped rotating her hips trying to tempt Spencer's cock inside her.
"So are you," Spencer growled, "but there's something I wanna do while we're here."
Spencer broke the embrace and pulled Sasha down the hall to their offices. Sasha drunkenly followed on unsteady legs curious and excited on what Spencer had in mind. They returned to the QA office where Sasha worked and where she filmed herself masturbating. Spencer walked Sasha to her desk and asked her sit in her chair.
"Spread those sexy legs apart and show me your pussy again," he said stroking his throbbing member in his hand.
Sasha complied watching him slowly fist his cock. She still marveled at the size of his dick as she felt her pussy twitch excitedly. Spencer knelt in between Sasha's thick legs and settled the head of his throbbing rod at her waiting entrance. He lifted both her legs on his shoulders opening her pussy even further. Sasha gave a sharp intake of breath as Spencer position himself inches from entering her. With one hand, he slid the thick tip of his cock at her opening parting her moist pussy lips. Sasha whimpered with anticipation letting Spencer take control.
"I've always want to fuck you in your office," Spencer rasped holding his pose.
"Fuck me, Spencer," Sasha begged, "I've been wanting your dick for the longest."
Spencer grabbed both arms of Sasha's chair as if to steady himself. With one fluid move, Spencer pulled Sasha to him while simultaneously pushing his hips forward completely filling her hungry love slot. She gave loud moan into his mouth as their faces met nearly a centimeter apart.
"You fucking monster," Sasha groan shakily looking down at his dick disappeared inside her, "I can feel you in my all in my stomach. God, you are enormous!!"
"All for you," Spencer said grinning.
Sasha nearly devoured Spencer's mouth in a ravenous kiss. Spencer returned the kiss sliding and swirling his tongue around hers. Spencer, still holding Sasha chair, slowly pulled his hips back a inch while breaking the kiss and pushing her chair forward then dived back deeper inside her while pulling the chair back toward him. He pounded her again and again in a slow steady rhythm making her legs buck. Sasha yelped with each pounding stroke then slid her hands on Spencer's face holding him as she nipped his lips seductively.
"I couldn't stop thinking about fucking you," Spencer growled in Sasha face, "I get hard every time I see the beautiful ass cross my path. You are too fucking sexy for your own good."
"Spencer," Sasha whimpered feeling a climax rising, "you're cock just drives me insane. Each time I see you, I just wanna feed that hunk of meat to my starving snatch until she drinks all your man juice out."
Spencer continued to piston and pound Sasha dripping sex spot. Sloppy squelchy noises coupled with smacking flesh and moaning filled the office. Sasha threw her head back, eyes rolling, as her orgasm was nearing. Spencer hammered deep inside her quivering pussy feeling it nearly swallow his cock whole. Several strokes later, Sasha ecstatic scream filled the office as she came hard.
"I needed that," Sasha said breathlessly staring at her lover through hazy eyes, "You know how make a slut feel good."
Spencer kissed her passionately, "I'm not through yet"
Spencer slip out her drenched sex spot making Sasha whimper uncontrollably. Spencer pulled her out of her chair and turn her facing her desk.
"Lean over so I can pound that pretty ass," Spencer growled in her ear.
Sasha complied watching Spencer slide a hand up her dress again and flipping the hem over her waist exposing her thick perfect ass.
"You like the way my ass shakes, don't you?" Sasha said seductively.
Spencer rubbed and caressed her shimmying rump worshiping it.
"You should see how lovely your ass is."
Spencer got behind Sasha positioning his cock at her waiting pussy. Sasha tried to turn her head to see but all she saw was her quaking ass.
"Wait," she said suddenly reaching in her purse.
Spencer thought she was gonna pull out a condom but instead she pulled out her phone showing it to him.
"You're not gonna have all the fun," Sasha said with devilish grin, "I wanna see how you handle a big ass bitch like me."
Spencer gave the same devilish grin as he took the phone and set it up to record. He panned down to get a close up of her quaking ass and her already damp pussy. Spencer slip a couple of fingers in and out just to show how juicy she was. Spencer raised back up and re-positioned his cock at her entrance and rubbed her thick ass as he slowly fed his throbbing rod into Sasha moist canal. He started a slow rhythm watching how her ass shook with each stroke. Spencer moved Sasha's phone to get several angles of her bodacious ass being pumped by his cock. He even moved it to show Sasha's face telling the camera how good if it felt being fucked by him.
"Ride it, stud," Sasha moaned, "Ride your slut! Rock that pussy hard!"
Spencer eagerly complied picking up the pace watching her ass flop around his stiff dick.
"Oh yes!!," Sasha screamed, "b**st fuck me with that giant cock!! Show who's pussy this is!!"
Spencer felt her pussy vibrate as she had orgasm after orgasm.
"You want me to cum?" Spencer asked shakily pointing the camera at Sasha's face looking back, "You wanna feel that hot jizz in your snatch?"
"Mmm, yes!!" she wailed nodding her head and licking her lips, "Shoot it in me!! Fill me up with your man juice!!"
Spencer roughly grabbed Sasha shoulder with his free hand and tried to pummel her pussy into oblivion with fast hard strokes. Sasha squealed loudly feeling Spencer's cock spear her womb with reckless abandon.
"I'm cumming!!!" he roared.
"YES!!! LET ME HAVE IT!!!" Sasha yelled cumming again.
Spencer felt the first blast overtake him as he continued to dive his spurting cock through Sasha's insides. Sasha felt the stream of seed almost flow in her hot and thick. She undulated her body uncontrollably as her own climax got a hold her as her melodious wail filled the office.
"Fuck this!!," Sasha rasped standing upright.
Spencer's cock slipped out of Sasha as she turned and knelt. Spencer was still filming seeing Sasha slide his cum-covered cock in her mouth. She looked into the camera sucking madly getting the rest of his seed into her mouth. Spencer groaned loudly feeling the electric tingles rippled all over his body.
"This is how a real slut sucks cock," Sasha hissed seductively into the camera as she loudly sucked Spencer's meat stick.
Spencer's body jumped with each swirling suck as Sasha stroked his dick with her mouth, tongue, and hand. She savored every single moment swallowing what was left of his thick spunk.
"Until next time," Sasha cooed waving at the camera.
Spencer stop recording and placed the phone on her desk. Sasha gave one last suck popping it out of her mouth then stood up still stroking Spencer's half-hard cock. Spencer kissed Sasha's moaning mouth tasting the remnants of his cum. When they broke the kiss, Sasha slid Spencer's dick back into his slacks then wrapped her arms around his shoulders still having aftershocks ripple through her pussy.
"Did you like that?" Sasha said breathlessly against chest.
Spencer firmly grabbed her waist and sat her on her desk. He pulled his cock back out and before Sasha could argue, slid his dick deep into her pulsing pussy once again. Sasha squealed again feeling her hot sex spot filled once again.
"We can't stay, Spencer," Sasha said jerkily as her eyes rolled uncontrollably, "The cleaning people will be here in a bit."
Spencer nipped her neck making Sasha jumped then he smiled.
"Looks like I found a sweet spot," he said grinning evilly.
"Wait, stud," Sasha said holding him at bay, "let's finish this later."
"Okay," Spencer said evenly, "I'm sorry. I just can't get enough of you. The more I try not to think about having sex with you, the more I want it. And just seeing you masturbate like that just...."
"I know what you mean," Sasha said softly, "I couldn't stop myself. And its not just your dick...well, it's mostly your dick, but you make me feel so incredibly good and sexy. I can't help myself."
Spencer brought his lips to Sasha's in a long, tender kiss. He felt Sasha's warm love tunnel flex around his cock. Sasha's body melted again the moment his lips touched hers. Her thick sexy legs slowly clutched Spencer's hips squeezing him closer to her while pulling his cock deeper in her. When they broke the kiss, they just stared at each other with a combination of tender sweetness and savage wantonness.
"We better go," Spencer said quietly while massaging Sasha's hips.
Sasha squeezed her thick creamy thighs even further causing the warm walls of her pussy to contract gently around Spencer's hardening cock.
"Spencer, you evil bastard," she breathed raggedly, "Look what you've done to me. I can't even stop fucking you to leave. My cunt won't listen to me."
"I could carry you to your car," Spencer said grinning.
Sasha laughed then purred feeling her pussy gently suck Spencer's cock at the thought.
"That's a sweet thought," she said composing herself, "but we'd end up fucking in my car...or on my car. Let's just call it a night."
Spencer nodded reluctantly and slowly slid his dick out of Sasha's pussy with a light wet smack. They both breathed heavily after finally disengaging each other but they look at each other still wanting to continue. Spencer returned his juice-covered cock back in his slacks while Sasha stood up and flattened her dress down. They both left the office heading towards the elevators in silence. Once on the elevators, Spencer pulled Sasha into a warm embrace and just held her enjoying the moment.
"Where are you parked?" Spencer asked.
"Second floor. Parking deck. You?" she said.
"Same, fifth floor."
"I can drive you to your car if you like," Sasha offered.
"Sure, thanks," Spencer said warmly.
They held each other while they rode the elevator to the second floor where the crosswalk adjoined to the main building. They walked out to the parking deck holding hands. Once on the ramp, Sasha pointed out her forest green late model Mazda with silver trim. Spencer gave a small whistle impressed. Before they got close to her car, they heard voices nearby but out of sight, several which Spencer recognized.
"Ah hell," Spencer groaned, "Its Alan and the others."
"Why are they here?" Sasha asked worried.
"We were having a few drinks at this pub a block or so over called Stanley's" he explained, "It's how I got to you so fast. I technically never left."
"Oh. Okay," she replied, "Let's head back before we get seen."
Spencer agreed and the couple both trotted back to the crosswalk door and waited. A few minutes later, Alan, Havi, a white medium-built redhead named Cathy, and a slender Indian woman named Shani came from a nearby staircase door laughing and jabbering away.
"He's probably up on his terminal trying to clear up some issue management screwed up," Havi told the group, "He's such a workaholic."
"I'd like to work on him myself," Shani said with a devilish grin.
"Didn't know you had the hots for Spence like that," Cathy said astonished, "but I bet he has a girlfriend."
"He's never said anything about a girlfriend," Alan said, "and office romances are never good."
"Who said anything about romance?" Shani said slyly.
The group continued chuckling at Shani's sassy demeanor. After a while, the group got into their respective cars and left the parking deck leaving Spencer and Sasha alone again.
"You know Shani can't have you," Sasha said grinning.
Spencer grinned back at Sasha catching what she meant. They both got to her car and Sasha drove up the ramp to the fifth level where Spencer's late model crimson Nissan sat. Spencer leaned over and gave one long passionate kiss to Sasha and bade her good night. She did the same fighting the urge jump on him and ride him mercilessly in the passenger seat. Spencer hopped in his car while Sasha sped off for the exit. He lounged for a bit replaying everything that happen in his mind. Spencer thought how much further he could take the fuck buddy role before it got too old to both of them. Just then, his phone buzzed receiving another text message. It was another attachment message as before with the heading: Stud fucking his favorite slut!! Spencer played the clip and it was showing his dick pounding Sasha from behind. All he could do was smile.
More to come!! Comment, rate, and appreciate!!
Mckenna
- 15.06.2021
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