Filthy Fuck Story with No Holds Barred

Filthy Fuck Story with No Holds Barred

Get ready for a uneXXXpectedly Filthy Fuck Story to wet your pants! So, imagine yourself sitting in your office, or anywhere you work and your eyes fall upon a woman like me; a woman you know will take care of anything you need (and I do mean anything!). But, also a woman you have never even touched; not even on her shoulder as you stand behind her chair. She has a warm smile and is eager to work for you. She even CUMS in early and stays late.

So, let’s start your filthy fuck story right now. I’m at my desk waiting and eager to help further your business in any way I’m able to. You buzz for mr to come in and take some important notes on a new and bigger-than-ever client. I hadn’t really planned on moving from my desk where I spend almost every hour from the moment I arrive in the morning. But, I got up and pulled my skirt down to cover my thighs.

Does it Happen By Accident?

Oh, yeah. On with my filthy fuck story. Right? So, why was I wearing such a revealing skirt with no plan for getting up? Because, as I said, I don’t usually stand at work and the shorter skirt makes for a more comfy day. But, when the boss said jump, I never ask why! I scooched in and sat in the guest chair and crossed my long legs. Crap! Now, that not only exposes my upper thighs and tattoos but, also gave a great view of my new La Perla garter straps.

However, no matter how this filthy fuck story unfolds, I was NOT attempting to give a cheap thrill to my boss. What can I say? Sexy just cums naturally to me. Furthermore, what woman doesn’t have an inherent need to feel sexy? I don’t wear it for men. I wear them for me!! So, the call he had been waiting for rings and I’m at the ready with my pad and pen. Most of it didn’t call for notes, so I propped my elbows onto the desk just listening to them talk. But, when he gave me the eye that signaled to me to start jotting them down, I sat back and stretched my shoulders.

The Beginning of a Fuck Story…

Don’t get it twisted, my filthy fuck story has nothing to do with my sex toy explosion. Of course, I can see where you might think that one sort of bleeds into the other, but they aren’t connected at all. I promise. Haha. The call ended and I felt him come up behind me and he starts rubbing my neck and shoulders. I leaned into it and moaned. And the next thing I know, we’re on the small sofa across the office. He has my skirt up to my waist and it looks like a fucking BELT!

The rest of my filthy fuck story is kind of a blur filled with flashes of his thick dick filling every hole I have. His lips and tongue slid along my thighs, pussy, ass, tits, throat, and mouth. He left me panting and filled with an insatiable lust to fuck him several times a day. My usual stellar work has slipped a bit, but the boss doesn’t seem to care. As long as I’m polishing his knob and making him squirt! We crave one another and take care of what we both need so much.

Next Week Is A Filthy Fuck Story Travel Week!

We get picked up in a limousine and we continue our filthy fuck story, but doing it right there in the back with the privacy window down and the driver hearing it all! His large hands cascade down over my breasts and as I look up into his eyes, his mouth envelopes mine in a kiss made for passion. What can I say? We simply get lost in one another and sparks fly uncontrolled. He takes my ass and I drink his cum. Everything is on the table for us.

Our filthy fuck story continues to the luxury home he rented for our rendezvous and we lose track of the business we’re here for. Giggle. He gets t fuck me in all the ways other women have said “No” to. But, I won’t turn down any request he has. I am here to satisfy him, mind, body, and soul! So, if you get tired of being denied what you need, get yourself a woman like me. I revel in giving in to your basest desires. And I’ll teach you how to get what you need! Call me.

Kiss, kiss.

Just Joey

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