After-Hours Stall

The moment Jake stepped into the dimly lit office after closing, the air felt thick with something unspoken. Sarah, the petite waitress from the café downstairs who always lingered after delivering his late-night orders, stood by the reception desk in her short black skirt and crisp white blouse, her cheeks already flushed. She’d texted him an hour ago saying the building was empty and she couldn’t stop thinking about how he looked at her every evening, like he wanted to devour her right there on the counter.

“Jake… you actually came,” she whispered, biting her lower lip as she locked the glass door behind him. Her voice trembled with nervous excitement. “I’ve been wet all shift imagining this.”

He crossed the room in three strides, heart hammering. “You have no idea how many times I’ve jerked off thinking about bending you over that damn coffee cart, Sarah. But an empty office after hours? Fuck, this is better.”

She laughed breathlessly and grabbed his tie, pulling him toward the hallway. “The cleaning crew’s gone. There’s a private executive toilet down the corridor… big stall, marble everything. I want you in there. Now.”

They barely made it inside before his hands were on her. The heavy door clicked shut, sealing them in cool, echoing tile. Sarah’s back hit the wall as Jake kissed her hard, tongues sliding, her soft moan vibrating against his mouth. His palms slid up her thighs, shoving the tight skirt to her waist, finding the damp lace of her panties already soaked.

“God, you’re dripping,” he growled, fingers tracing the wet fabric over her swollen pussy lips. “This little cunt’s been aching for me all day, hasn’t it?”

“Yes… touch it,” she gasped, grinding against his hand. “I’ve been clenching every time you ordered another espresso, imagining your thick cock stretching me.”

He yanked her panties aside and plunged two fingers into her tight, slick heat. The wet squelch echoed off the tiles. Sarah’s head fell back, mouth open in a silent cry as he pumped them deep, curling to stroke that sensitive spot inside her. Her juices coated his knuckles, dripping down her inner thighs.

“Jake… oh shit, right there,” she panted, hips bucking. “Finger-fuck my pussy harder… please.”

He dropped to his knees on the cool floor, hooking one of her legs over his shoulder. The scent of her arousal mixed with the faint lemon cleaner in the air. His tongue attacked her clit, licking firm circles while his fingers kept thrusting. Sarah grabbed fistfuls of his hair, trembling, her breathy whimpers filling the stall.

“I’m gonna come… don’t stop licking my clit… yes, like that!” Her thighs clamped around his head as the orgasm hit, pussy pulsing and gushing against his tongue. She bit her lip to stifle a scream, body shaking so hard her heels nearly slipped on the tile.

Jake stood, unzipping his pants. His heavy cock sprang free, thick and veined, the head already glistening with pre-cum. Sarah’s eyes widened with hunger. She spun around, bracing her hands on the marble sink, ass pushed out invitingly. The mirror reflected her flushed face and his predatory grin.

“Put it in me,” she begged, looking back over her shoulder. “I need that big cock in my pussy right now. Fill me up.”

He rubbed the fat head along her dripping slit, teasing her clit before thrusting forward in one smooth stroke. Sarah cried out as he buried every inch inside her tight channel, walls clenching greedily around him. The sound of skin slapping skin bounced around the tiled room as he started pounding her from behind, gripping her hips hard enough to leave marks.

“Fuck, you’re so tight… this pussy’s sucking me in,” he groaned, watching in the mirror as his cock disappeared between her juicy ass cheeks again and again. He reached around to rub her clit in tight circles, never slowing his rhythm.

Sarah pushed back to meet every thrust, moaning shamelessly. “Harder… fuck me harder in this toilet stall. I want to feel you deep.” Her tits bounced inside her blouse with each impact, nipples stiff against the fabric.

He pulled out suddenly, spinning her to face him. Lifting her onto the wide sink counter, he spread her legs wide and drove back in, deeper in this new angle. Sarah wrapped her arms around his neck, kissing him sloppily as he fucked her with long, powerful strokes. The wet slap of his balls against her ass filled the small space, her arousal coating his shaft and dripping onto the marble.

“I’m close again,” she whimpered against his lips. “Come inside me… fill my pussy with your cum, Jake. I want to feel it leaking out when I walk home.”

That dirty plea sent him over. He slammed into her faster, grinding against her clit until she shattered around him, pussy spasming wildly, milking his cock. With a deep grunt he buried himself to the hilt and erupted, thick ropes of hot cum flooding her clenching depths. They stayed locked together, panting, foreheads pressed, his seed slowly leaking around his softening dick onto the counter.

After a long moment Sarah smiled lazily, kissing him softly. “Next time you come for coffee… maybe I’ll drag you into the café restroom instead.”

He chuckled, still buried inside her warmth. “Deal. But this empty office toilet is going to be hard to top.”