Fortune in the Empty Office

The moment I saw her slip through the side door after everyone else had cleared out, my cock twitched hard in my slacks. Maria, the gypsy woman who cleaned our building three nights a week, moved like liquid smoke—long black curls spilling over her shoulders, golden hoops swinging, that colorful skirt hugging her wide hips and juicy ass. Tension crackled between us for months, stolen glances while I worked late, her knowing smirks that said she read every filthy thought in my married head.

She locked the door behind her with a soft click, the empty office floor silent except for the low hum of the air conditioning. I was supposed to be finishing quarterly reports, but my wife was out of town and my balls ached every time Maria bent over a trash bin.

"You look like a man who needs his fortune told tonight," Maria purred, her voice thick with that smoky Eastern European accent. She dropped her cleaning cart and sauntered straight to my desk, hips rolling. "Or maybe you just need to fuck."

My mouth went dry. "Maria... we shouldn't. I'm married."

She laughed low, stepping between my spread knees, the scent of her—incense, vanilla, and something wild—flooding my senses. "Your wife is not here. I see how you stare at my ass every night. Your cock gets hard when I clean under your desk." Her fingers traced the bulge straining against my zipper. "Tell me you don't want this gypsy pussy wrapped around you."

I groaned, grabbing her wrist but not pushing her away. "Fuck... I do. I've wanted it for months."

"Good boy." She sank to her knees right there on the thin office carpet, yanking my zipper down with practiced ease. My thick cock sprang free, veins pulsing, the head already leaking. Maria's dark eyes glittered as she licked her full lips. "Such a big married cock. Let me taste it."

She swallowed me in one smooth motion, her hot wet mouth sliding down until her nose pressed against my trimmed pubes. The wet sounds of her sucking filled the quiet office—gluck, gluck—while her tongue swirled around my shaft. I tangled my fingers in those wild gypsy curls, guiding her head as she bobbed faster, saliva dripping down my balls.

"Shit, your mouth feels incredible," I gasped, hips bucking. She hummed around my dick, the vibration shooting straight to my spine. When she pulled off with a wet pop, strings of spit connected her swollen lips to my glistening cockhead.

"Stand up," she ordered, rising gracefully. In seconds her blouse was open, full heavy tits spilling out, dark nipples hard as pebbles. She hiked that flowing skirt up around her waist—no panties, just a smooth shaved pussy already glistening. A small gold ring pierced her clit hood, catching the fluorescent light.

I spun her around and bent her over my desk, her golden hoops swinging as she braced on her elbows. Her juicy ass cheeks parted, showing me everything. I rubbed my cock along her slit, coating myself in her cream.

"Stop teasing and fuck me," Maria demanded, looking back over her shoulder, eyes burning. "Give this gypsy what she wants. Fill me."

I thrust in hard, burying every inch of my cock in her tight, scorching pussy. She cried out, the sound echoing off the empty cubicles. "Yes! Harder... pound my cunt!"

The desk rattled as I slammed into her again and again, my hips smacking against her round ass. Her inner walls squeezed me like a velvet fist, juices squirting out with every deep stroke. I reached around and flicked that pierced clit, making her tremble and moan louder.

"Oh god... your cock is stretching me so good," she panted, pushing back to meet every thrust. Sweat made her olive skin glow. I grabbed a fistful of her hair, pulling her head back as I fucked her deeper, the wet slap-slap-slap obscene in the silent office.

I pulled out suddenly, spun her to face me, and lifted her onto the desk. Her legs wrapped around my waist as I drove back inside her dripping pussy. We kissed fiercely, tongues tangling, her tits bouncing against my chest with every powerful stroke.

"I'm gonna cum," I growled against her mouth.

"Cum inside me," she whispered hotly, nails digging into my shoulders. "Fill this gypsy pussy with your married seed."

Her words pushed me over. I buried myself to the hilt as my cock pulsed, thick ropes of cum flooding her clenching walls. Maria shattered right after, her pussy spasming wildly, a hot gush of girl-cum soaking my balls and the papers beneath us. She bit my neck to muffle her scream, body shaking through wave after wave.

We stayed locked together, breathing hard, her skirt tangled around us and my softening cock still twitching inside her creamy heat. She kissed me slower this time, almost tender, then smiled that mysterious gypsy smile.

"See? I told you I could read your future." Her fingers traced my jaw. "Tonight you belong to me in this empty office... and maybe many nights after."

I laughed breathlessly, already feeling my dick stir again inside her. "You're dangerous, Maria."

She squeezed her pussy around me playfully. "And you love it. Now fuck me again before the night guard comes. I want to ride that big cock until you cum on my tits this time."

I groaned and thrust up into her, knowing I'd never look at quarterly reports the same way again.