It was one of those days at work. Most of my colleagues were working from home and I was sitting alone in my office and once again had too much time to think. My wife and I hadn’t had sex for months. We are still young and newly married, but her libido has dropped significantly and the thought of her last pleasurable blowjob, during which she came herself out of sheer horniness, remained a distant thought. So what was left? I locked my door and had three options: find a decent porn on various sites, find the best Facebook pictures of female acquaintances to jerk off to, or visit portals where you can arrange to meet up for sex, and then once again cancel at the last minute because cheating seems so unrealistic to me.
While my cock was slowly getting hard because I was totally horny again – no matter what I chose – there was a knock on the door. I opened the door for my colleague and immediately locked the door behind her. We often did this so that our colleagues didn’t always notice that we also liked to chat for an hour and take a more relaxed approach to the working day. But when Latifa entered the office today, something was different: the feeling in my cock. Her face was not particularly pretty, she was small, had a slightly plump ass and small breasts. An analysis that was often difficult because the virginal Moroccan often kept herself very reserved. We never talked about sexual things, but the way she saw the world, the way she talked about things, told me that she had never had a boyfriend. In a way, she liked me.
I don’t know how. But I made her laugh, I didn’t look bad, and I was one of the few colleagues my age in the company. Maybe that was the main reason why it was so hard for me to hold back today. Every time she looked away, I kept reaching into my crotch to calm my cock down. It throbbed as I thought about her small hands, which would surely have trouble keeping a grip on it. So, the chatting time is over again, she laughed, turned around and approached the door to turn the key again. Now or never. She looked back in confusion as I stood behind her and pushed her hand away from the key. With my finger on her lips, I signaled to her that no words were needed to offer her an explanation.
She couldn’t protest, she was too perplexed when I put one hand around her neck from behind and put the other hand between her legs. What she would normally have immediately perceived as harassment, she responded to with a moan, a moan that only a virgin who had never felt a stranger’s hand on her pussy could utter. Latifa didn’t know what to do, it was a situation in which she had no experience whatsoever. In the situation, I was only controlled by my lust. My cock, which had now grown to an enormous size, pressed hard against her ass, which did not go unnoticed. She was putty in my hands. Slowly I opened her blouse and lifted her cute little Moroccan tits out of her bra. Mmm. Delicious. It sucked incredibly well on her nipples, which couldn’t have been any stiffer.
I pushed Latifa’s hand demandingly onto my still-wrapped cock. She didn’t dare open her eyes or even free it, but I could see and smell how much she was enjoying the game when I freed her from her pants. I had never seen a woman so wet before. She had long since lost her inner battle against her conscience and her virginity to her horniness. Nevertheless, she was frightened when I took off her panties and threw them aside. She was at my mercy. Latifa knew that she could never stop me from sinking my cock into her. Especially not when I was grateful to see that my innocent, virginal work colleague was completely shaved. I put her down on the desk with a swing and opened her legs. Her fear was present, but she wanted it against all reason. She wanted to be fucked by her favorite colleague now.
She blushed more and more as I took off all my clothes and my huge cock stood in front of her. How was she supposed to take it in without making a sound in the thin-walled office building? I sat down on the chair in front of her. I couldn’t pass up the opportunity to lick that beautiful pussy. She apparently hadn’t yet discovered what kind of feeling her clit could trigger in her – luckily for me. Her toes clenched on my neck while her orgasm was quietly pressed into my sweater, which she had quickly grabbed hold of. It was an orgasm that seemed to bring her back to her senses. Just as I put my cock at her dripping hole, she braced herself against my hips to prevent unprotected intercourse. Do you trust me? She responded with a cautious, breathless nod.
I laid her on her stomach, sat down on the chair and pulled her closer to me, closer and closer. When her ass was right in front of my face, I couldn’t help it. The plump cheeks couldn’t stop me from becoming addicted. Addicted to her rosette, which I licked up and down, over and over again. Latifa couldn’t believe that she was completely overwhelmed by this too. When she interrupted me briefly, sat on my lap to show me with a quiet moan in my ear how hot she found it, I made a decision: With much more determination, I turned her over again and spat on her asshole. A rough action that made Latifa jump, but to her surprise, she also liked it. It would hurt, she knew that, but she couldn’t help but thrust her plump buttocks towards me.
Her tight and now wet rosette opened curiously and my cock could finally penetrate. The need to moan was clearly recognizable in her memory. I had to cover her mouth, just about that she managed to figure out that there was not enough saliva and that it just hurt too much. But her attitude showed that she was now ready for anything to feel my sperm in or on her. I forced her to her knees. Uncertain at first, smiling the next moment, she took my cock firmly in her hand and sucked as if she had done nothing else her entire life. At first she fended off my attempts to press her head closer to me, but eventually gave in, so that she had to gag violently while a mixture of sperm and saliva flowed down her.
That was the last thing she could get out before I pulled her up by her hair and shoved my drool-covered cock into her ass. Latifa moaned softly, but I knew that this wasn’t the last time I would be able to taste this sweet fruit. My balls slapped against those wonderful cheeks faster and faster, she could no longer count her orgasms. Do you want it inside you? She left the decision to me, so I made her kneel again. Most women can’t stand cum on their faces, but my colleague could no longer control her horniness. Moaning, she jerked my cock with the last of her strength while my juice squirted onto her face and flowed down her. Weakly, she took my tissues to clean herself up and then got dressed.
As I was opening the door for her, she came very close to me, kissed me deeply and whispered: Next week we’ll both take a break and then you’ll take EVERYTHING from me.
