I Finally Had an Office Party Quickie ♕

The new guy at work took me to the bathroom to have a quickie at our office party.

I’ve always wanted to have a quickie at an office party. It’s been a fantasy of mine for some time. Luckily for me, a new colleague recently joined our team at work. His name is Marshall, and he’s always sharply dressed, charming, and debonair. The way I felt when I first talked to him was incredible. He was explaining his position to me and I found I was melting and unable to take in his words. I finally gave in to temptation, whispering, “I’m sorry if this is rude, but I haven’t been able to listen to a word you’re saying because you’re so good-looking.” To which he responded, “Thank you for your feedback,” before giving me a big smile and walking away.

From that moment on, I can barely focus on anything else but him. Every time I walk by him or catch him looking at me, my heart starts pounding and I get butterflies in my stomach. I am excited as I dress for work, making sure I look desirable from every angle. I want to make sure that Marshall notices just how hot I am. All of this culminated during an office party last week, where I wanted to get a quickie in with him.

The music was pumping, people were laughing, and I found myself dancing with Marshall.

We were passionately going at it, our bodies close as we worked up a sweat. His hands traveled up my skirt during a low dip, and he felt my thigh-high stockings with garters underneath my skirt. He began pushing his hips into mine rhythmically until he managed to get his hand under my skirt and graze my wet pussy.

This made me moan loudly and I grabbed onto his shoulders, grinding my crotch against his hand. He pulled my panties aside and dipped his fingers inside, grinning at me all the while. He then pulled his fingers from under my skirt and brought them to my mouth. I sucked his fingers clean before breaking our embrace, panting heavily, all right there on the dance floor. I looked back at Marshall, smiled wildly, and headed to the bathroom hoping for an office party quickie.

Before long, Marshall came swiftly through the bathroom door, closing it quietly behind him and locking it, ready to have an office party quickie.

He wasted no time pushing me against the sink, kissing me, and rubbing his hard cock all along my ass crack and lower back. Wrapping his arms around me, cupping my breasts, pinching my nipples, and rubbing his hard cock between my ass cheeks, he pushed me forward and quickly undid his pants, letting them fall to his ankles. Then he lifted my skirt, pulled my panties to the side, and plunged his hard erection into my already soaking-wet pussy.
“I’m going to fuck the shit out of you, you hot slut,” Marshall whispered, grabbing my hair and pounding me harder than I ever imagined possible, maintaining eye contact with me, taking only small breaks to glance at my body as his hands glided over every inch of me. He pulled down the top of my dress to expose my supple breasts and started pinching my taut nipples, first one, then the other, over and over again, squeezing my breasts hungrily. I had never experienced such a frenzied fuck in all my life. It was my first office party quickie.

I moaned as I pushed my hips back into him, meeting each of his powerful thrusts.

I have never cum so hard and so fast in my entire life. Marshall pounded my tight, wet pussy until I began moaning so loud, he slipped his hand over my mouth, muffling my cries of ecstasy, and whispered in my ear, “That’s a good girl, give it to me.” I squirted all over his hard cock. My orgasm did not seem to faze him as he continued pounding me. He was pulling my hair back, arching my back, his free hand tracing the curves of my ass. He grabbed my ass, held it in his hand, smiling fiendishly, “I hope you’re on birth control, bitch.”

I watched him lose his composure as he emptied himself deep into my sweet luscious pussy, filling me with his hot cum. He immediately withdrew, squirting the rest of his seed on my ass, before zipping up his pants and buttoning his pants. It was hotter than my fantasies of an office party quickie experience.

He grabbed my chin, planted a sloppy kiss on my wet lips, and slid his fingers back into my pussy. “For later,” he said as he smelled his fingers. “Thanks for the hookup. I’ll see you again soon.” He slipped out the door as quickly as he had come in. I stood there dripping semen all over the floor staring at myself in the mirror. Someone began trying the knob and knocking furiously. This brought me out of my daze as I attempted to clean up the hot sticky mess he left behind. I called out to the stranger, “Just one second! Almost done!” I pulled my skirt back down from the quickie and walked back out to the office party.

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