The Gypsy's Secret at the Office Party

The moment I saw her across the crowded conference room, my cock twitched with raw want. Lena moved like smoke, her long dark curls swaying against sun-kissed shoulders, gold coins jingling softly from the thin chain at her waist. She was our new graphic designer, but tonight at the annual office party she looked every inch the gypsy temptress in a tight crimson blouse that barely contained her full tits and a flowing black skirt that hugged her wide hips. My wife was home with a migraine, and the tension between Lena and me had been building for weeks with stolen glances by the copier. Now the dim lights, thumping music, and free-flowing champagne made everything feel dangerous.

"Hey, Mark," she purred, sliding up beside me at the bar, her voice low and smoky with that faint Eastern European lilt. "You look like you could use some fortune-telling tonight. Gypsies are good at reading palms... and other things."

I swallowed hard, the scent of her jasmine perfume mixing with the sharp tang of spilled wine. "Lena, you shouldn't tease a married man like that. Someone might get the wrong idea."

Her dark eyes sparkled with mischief as she leaned in, her breath warm against my ear. "Or the right one. Come on, the party's too loud. Let's find somewhere quieter. I promise I won't bite... unless you beg."

Before I could think straight, her fingers brushed mine, and we slipped out of the main hall into the dimly lit hallway leading to the empty executive offices. My heart hammered. The door clicked shut behind us in the CFO's unused corner suite, and the tension snapped.

Lena pushed me against the desk, her hands already tugging at my belt. "I've seen how you look at me, Mark. Your eyes on my ass every time I walk past your cubicle. Tonight I want that married cock inside me."

"Fuck, Lena..." I groaned, the word slipping out as she dropped to her knees, skirt pooling around her like spilled ink. She freed my thick dick, already rock-hard and leaking, and wrapped her full lips around the head without hesitation. The wet heat of her mouth made my knees buckle. She sucked greedily, tongue swirling around the shaft while her hand pumped the base with perfect rhythm. Saliva dripped down my balls as she took me deeper, gagging softly when I hit the back of her throat.

"Mmm, so big," she moaned around my cock, pulling off with a wet pop to catch her breath. "Tastes better than I imagined. You like watching a gypsy girl suck you off at the office party?"

"God, yes... don't stop," I panted, threading my fingers through her dark curls. She dove back in, hollowing her cheeks, the obscene slurping sounds filling the quiet room. Her free hand slipped under her skirt, rubbing her pussy through her panties while she deepthroated me again and again.

I couldn't take it anymore. I pulled her up, spinning her around and bending her over the polished desk. Her skirt flew up, revealing a juicy, tanned ass with a tiny black thong disappearing between firm cheeks. I yanked the fabric aside, exposing her shaved, glistening pussy.

"Look at that wet gypsy cunt," I growled, running my fingers along her slick folds. She was dripping, clit swollen and begging. I pushed two fingers inside her tight heat, feeling her walls clench as she moaned loudly.

"Yes, Mark! Finger my pussy... get it ready for your cock," she begged, pushing back against my hand. Her juices ran down my wrist. I rubbed her clit with my thumb until her legs shook, then replaced my fingers with the head of my dick.

I thrust in hard, burying every inch in one stroke. Her pussy was scorching, velvety, and so tight it made me see stars. "Oh fuck, you're so deep!" she cried, gripping the edge of the desk. I started pounding her from behind, the slap of skin on skin echoing. Her full tits bounced free from the low-cut blouse as I reached around to squeeze them, pinching her dark nipples.

We changed positions quickly. I sat in the leather chair and she straddled me, sinking down onto my cock with a long, throaty moan. "Ride me, Lena. Show me how a gypsy fucks."

Her hips rolled like a dancer, grinding her clit against my pelvis with every bounce. Sweat beaded on her cleavage, and the gold coins at her waist jingled wildly in time with our rhythm. I gripped her juicy ass, spreading her cheeks and spanking her lightly, making her yelp with pleasure.

"I'm gonna cum... don't stop fucking me!" she gasped, her movements turning frantic. Her pussy fluttered around my dick, then clenched hard as she came, squirting a little warmth over my balls. The sight and feel pushed me over the edge. I thrust up deep and held her down, pumping thick ropes of cum straight into her spasming pussy.

We stayed locked together, breathing hard, her forehead pressed to mine. "That was just the beginning of your reading," she whispered with a wicked smile, clenching her inner muscles around my softening cock. "Next time, maybe I'll read your future with my mouth again."

I kissed her deeply, tasting myself on her tongue, already wondering how soon we could slip away from the party once more.