El Último en Salir

The office hummed with the dying breath of the AC, and the only light left was a strip of fluorescent above my desk, casting the place in a sickly buzz. I was packing up, exhausted, when I heard the click of heels on the tile. I knew that sound — measured, deliberate, like a ticking clock. It was Dana, my neighbor from 4B.

She strolled past my cubicle, not stopping, her long dark hair swaying. She wore a gray pencil skirt that hugged her hips like a second skin and a white blouse, two buttons undone. She paused at the copier, bending over to retrieve a paper, giving me a view that made my throat dry. She glanced back, a slow smile on her lips.

"Working late, Mark?" Her voice was casual, but her eyes weren't.

"Just finishing," I said, my voice coming out rougher than I intended.

She walked closer, stopping at the edge of my desk, running a finger along the edge. "My husband's on a business trip. The house is too quiet." She tilted her head. "You ever feel like that? Like the silence is too loud?"

I swallowed. "Sometimes."

She stepped around my desk, her perfume — jasmine and something muskier — filling my space. She sat on the edge, her skirt hitching up just a little, revealing the black lace of her stockings. "I saw the way you looked at me in the elevator last week. Don't think I didn't notice."

My cock stirred, thickening against my zipper. "I didn't mean to—"

"Don't apologize." She leaned in, her lips brushing my ear. "I've been thinking about it all week. About what you'd do if I told you to."

A shock of heat shot through me. She pulled back, meeting my gaze, her hand moving to my belt. "You're going to be a good boy for me, aren't you?"

I nodded, barely able to breathe. She unbuckled my belt with practiced ease, pulling it through the loops with a whisper of leather. Then she unzipped my fly, her fingers sliding inside my boxers, wrapping around my hard cock. I let out a shaky breath.

"Already so hard for me." She stroked me slowly, languidly, watching my face. "My husband never gets like this anymore. That's why I'm here."

She slid off the desk, kneeling in front of me. The fluorescent light above us made her hair shine. She looked up at me, her lips parting, and then she took me in her mouth. Her tongue was warm and wet, swirling around the head, and I grabbed the edge of my desk, knuckles white.

"That's it," she murmured, pulling back just enough to speak, a string of saliva connecting her lips to my cock. "You're going to do exactly what I say."

She deepthroated me then, taking me all the way down, her throat relaxing around me. I groaned, my hips twitching. She worked me with a rhythm that was both punishing and perfect, her hands gripping my thighs. When she pulled off, gasping, she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand.

"Stand up," she ordered.

I obeyed, my legs shaky. She turned around, bracing her hands on my desk, arching her back. She looked over her shoulder, eyes hooded. "Fuck me from behind. Hard."

I didn't need to be told twice. I pushed her skirt up, revealing the curve of her ass, her black lace panties. I pulled them to the side, seeing her wet pussy glistening. I ran my cock along her slit, and she let out a low moan.

"Don't tease," she whispered. "Put it in."

I drove into her, and she gasped, a guttural sound of satisfaction. Her pussy was tight, gripping me like a fist. I started to fuck her, hard and fast, my hands on her hips, pulling her back to meet me. The desk creaked beneath us.

"Yes," she hissed. "Like that. Don't you dare slow down."

I reached around, finding her clit with my fingers, rubbing in tight circles. She cried out, her back arching further, her nails scraping the desk. I could feel her getting slicker, hotter.

"Fuck, Dana," I groaned, the words ripped out of me.

"Good boy," she breathed. "Now lift my leg."

I grabbed her thigh, hoisting it onto the desk, changing the angle. She cried out as I sank deeper, hitting a spot that made her whole body tremble. I could see her pussy gripping my cock, wet and pink, the sight almost too much.

"I'm close," she gasped. "Don't stop. Fill me up."

Her walls clenched around me, and she came with a shuddering cry, her body convulsing. The feeling of her tightness pulsing around me was my undoing. I buried myself deep, emptying inside her, my own groan echoing in the empty office.

For a moment, there was only the sound of our ragged breaths. She slowly lowered her leg, turning to face me, her cheeks flushed. She smoothed her skirt down, a satisfied smile playing on her lips.

"Not bad for a first time," she said, buttoning her blouse.

I laughed, breathless. "So there's going to be a second time?"

She walked over to the copier, picking up the paper she'd dropped. "My husband's gone for two more weeks." She looked at me, her eyes glinting. "I'll text you."

She left, the click of her heels disappearing down the hall. I stood there, still catching my breath, the smell of her perfume lingering in the air.

The next morning, I was at my desk with a cup of coffee, staring at the blank screen. Dana walked in, her hair up, looking professional and composed. She passed my cubicle, not looking at me, and set a paper on the edge of my desk.

I glanced down. It was a printout of the office floor plan. My cubicle was circled, with a single line written in red ink: "Tonight. Same time. Wear something easy to remove."

I looked up, but she was already at her desk, sipping her coffee, a small smile on her lips.

CATEGORIES: [Femdom, Office, Neighbor, Blowjob, Creampie]