Mutual Masturbation session with my co-worker

 A mutual masturbation session with my hot co-worker had me hot.

There you are, hunched over your desk, working hard, not anticipating the mutual masturbation that is coming your way.  The office was finally empty, with only the hum of the fluorescent lights. You’ve been working late for the past few weeks, trying to meet the deadline for the new project you’re assigned. Suddenly, your phone buzzes.  You glance down to see a message from Mallory, your sexy co-worker. The message was simple, but it had your heart racing: “Open once you’re alone.” It was a private video chat request link.  You look around the office to make sure you are truly alone. All the other cubicles were all empty, and the office felt somewhat deserted. So, you click on the link, and your curiosity has definitely been piqued. The screen flickered to life, and there I was. My blonde hair cascading over my shoulders, my blue eyes locked onto yours.

I was at my house, the soft glow of her lamp casting a warm light over me for the ambience. I was wearing a tight, white tank top that hugged my tits.  My nipples were visible through the thin fabric, which I knew would have you turned on. I flashed a wicked grin that sent a jolt of electricity straight to your cock. “Hello, Justin,” I purred, “I’ve been waiting for you.” You swallow hard, your mouth suddenly extremely dry. “Mallory, what are you—” I cut you off, with my finger pressing against my lips. “Shhh, just watch and do as I say.” I leaned back, my hand trailing down my body; my fingers had begun to trace the outline of my hard nipples through my tank top. You watch, mesmerized, as I pinch them, my back arching slightly, as a soft moan escapes my lips.

The mutual masturbation session just started!

“Take out your cock, Justin,” I commanded, my voice firm. “I want to see what we are working with.” Hesitating for a moment, and then do as you are told. You unzip your pants, your cock is already hard, and straining against your boxers. You pull your cock out and begin stroking it slowly, your eyes never leaving the screen. “Good boy,” I compliment, as my hand slides down my stomach, and my fingers disappear under the waistband of my skirt.  I was ready to start our mutual masturbation session.  “Now, I want you to stroke cock while I watch. But only do as you are told. Understand?” You nod in agreement, your hand moving in slow, deliberate strokes. “Faster, Justin,” I ordered, my fingers moving faster now, too. “Fuck, you’re so hard for me, aren’t you?”

You groan and shake your head yes.  Your hand began moving faster; your cock was literally throbbing in your hand. “Stop,” I suddenly commanded, not wanting you to cum just yet.  You freeze, your hand still wrapped around your throbbing cock. I sit up, my skirt hiked up around my waist, and my fingers glistening from my own wetness. I bring my fingers to my mouth and let you watch me suck them clean, my eyes never leaving yours. “Fuck, you’re so wet,” you groan, your cock dripping with pre-cum. I shoot you a wicked grin that promises pleasure and pain in equal measure for our mutual masturbation session. “I want you to fuck your hand, Justin. Pretend it’s my pussy. Fuck it like you mean it.” You do as you’re told, your hand moving in a blur, your cock throbbing, and your balls tightening.

Let’s cum together!

You’re so close, but I don’t want you to cum yet. Not until I tell you to. “Faster, Justin,” I commanded as my fingers found their way back to my wet pussy, my hips were bucking against my own hand. “Fuck, I’m so close. I want us to cum together.” You groaned, your hand moving faster, your cock throbbing, and your balls aching. You’re so close, so fucking close. “Now, Justin,” I commanded, my voice now a desperate plea. “Cum for me, now!” You groan, your cock pulsing, as your hot cum spills all over your hand.   I watched your body shudder with the release. You watch, mesmerized, as my body tensed, my back arched, and my mouth opened in an orgasmic scream as I came.

“Good boy,” I whispered, my voice barely audible. “Now, clean up your mess and go home, get some sleep. You’ve got a big day tomorrow.” I end the call, leaving you sitting there, your cock still hard, your body still aching with need. You clean up, your mind racing, your body humming with pleasure. You can’t wait to see what she has in store for you next.

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