New girl in the office

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New girl in the officeThis is my first attempt at a story. I’ve been on xHamster for a while but only ever used it to watch porn – thought I might give story writing a go. Let’s see how it goes!-Esmee was the new girl in the office. She’d not long graduated and had moved to a new city to stay with her Uni boyfriend. We hit it off immediately – I might have been six years older than her but compared to most people there I could have been born on the same day. She reminded me of girls I had known at Uni. Her wavy brown hair seemed to cascade down over her shoulders, and as she would talk she’d shuffle with an awkwardness that suggested she didn’t realise just how beautiful she was. She’d run her hair around her finger and stare at her feet. Talking to her threw me back in time to when I was young and full of energy. In short, she made me horny as fuck.She didn’t have any friends in town and her boyfriend’s mates were all knobheads, she said. When she told me this I spoke without thinking. “Why don’t you come out with me and I’ll introduce you to my friends?” I regretted it as soon as I said it. Why was I torturing myself like this? What good would it do me to sit at the pub, opposite this gorgeous young woman, knowing I could never have her? Couldn’t I just be content with the occasional trip to the work toilets to wank after our flirtier conversations?“Sure,” she said, “I’d like that.” I was doomed.-That night I set about texting mates to no avail. Most of my friends were married or settled down. Some of them saw through me straight away. The rest were probably too kind to take the piss.I walked to the pub fearing the worst. I was about to sit down with the girl I wanted very desperately to fuck with every ounce of strength in my body, and her boyfriend who, by the sounds of things, was unlikely to provide much in the way of wit, insight or intelligent conversation. Maybe I’d describe the masturbatory fantasies I’d had about his girlfriend. That might turn out to be a better ice breaker than I’d imagined?At the pub, she was waiting on her own at a table. At work, she wore a flowery blouse with a tank top sweater over the top. She looked the picture of awkward student sexiness. Out in the wild, though, she was a whole different a****l. She wore a tight, faded band t-shirt with a leather jacket over the top. Her whole demeanour had changed. Her stance was different. Suddenly, she seemed aware of her sexiness. I thought I was going to faint.“Adam couldn’t make it,” she told me. She didn’t seem disappointed.“I didn’t have any luck getting anyone out either.” The smile that played across her lips spread a little wider.We sat and talked. The reason we were meant to be out – for her to make new friends – was son forgotten. I tried to talk about work but she said canlı bahis she didn’t want to do that. She wanted to know about me. She always talked about her boyfriend: what about my girlfriend?“I don’t have one.” I explained everything there was to know about my love life. It wasn’t something that was going to take much time. When I’d been a student I used to do alright.“Actually,” I laughed, barely believing I was about to say this, “You really remind me of a lot of girls I was with back then.”“And you want to screw my brains out like you did theirs?” She was grinning from ear to ear now, delighting in saying things I never would have expected of her.“How do you know I’m that good?” Jesus Christ, was I actually trying to talk my way out of this?“You’re an older man,” she said. I was 28. “Adam’s the only man I’ve ever been with. I’m getting tired of boys. I want a man.”So much for my theory as to why we got on in the office.After we’d finished our drinks she suggested we give up on the pub.“Yeah, there’s another place a few minutes down the road which might-““I meant, let’s get some drinks and go back to your place.”-In the off-license I could feel my dick struggling in my trousers like a trapped a****l. It was desperately seeking to break free, to find the pocket of space it needed to reach full flight. I was certain it was blindingly obvious to anyone that saw me. At this point I was just a walking penis with a man attached to it. So what else is new?She took a four-pack of beer from the fridge.“I like beer,” she said. “It makes me really horny.”Between her sexiness and my bulging hard-on, the man who served us could barely keep a straight face.-At my place, she seemed to cool off at first. She was teasing me. She’d seen how excited I was and she wanted to leave me in suspense. I tried to play it as cool as I could. Occasionally I would try and use the base of my beer can to subtly push my erection between my legs and a little more out of sight. It was no use. He would just spring back up again like an overexcited puppy.Finally, she finished her can of beer. She crunched the can up and threw it down. She was sat cross-legged in the corner of the room. She began to crawl towards me. As she did so, she sashayed her arse from side to side, like a cat’s tail.“You know I said beer made me horny?”I tried to reply but the words were stuck in my throat. I nodded instead.“I lied. You make me horny.”By this point she was astride me. She slowly moved her face to mine and we kissed, slowly at first, picking up speed as we got used to each other’s’ flesh.“Older men like you make me horny.”Twenty. Fucking. Eight.-As we kissed I ran my hand through her hair and placed it on the back of her hand, gently caressing her neck with my thumb. To her, this must have been bahis siteleri like the hands that had built the Berlin Wall, or that had fired guns in the Battle of the Bulge. An older man? If she wanted me to be an older man, I’d damn well be an older man.My other hand ran up the back of her thigh, along her buttocks and finally up and around her body to her breasts. I cupped one in my hand, rubbing it, gripping more firmly with each rotation of my hand. I began to kiss her neck. I did so subtly, lightly pressing my lips as though running a feather across her skin. As I did so, I let my beard tickle her softly.“Adam can’t even grow a full beard,” she said. “Not like you.”“Fuck him,” I said.“Fuck me,” she said.I peeled her t-shirt off and deftly unhooked her bra. I’d never understood the idea that they were meant to be difficult to remove. Time always seemed to slow down, though, in the moments after, as the bra fell away to reveal the woman’s breasts. Esmee’s breasts deserved to be accompanied by an orchestra. They were like drops of water running down a window – they had a clear downward trajectory, but they were flowing rather than hanging. I was babbling. They were fucking perfect.I took one nipple in my mouth and let it roll about my tongue, before leaving it with the slightest bite. She recoiled instinctively, before giggling and thrusting forward again. As I had bit her nipple she now bit her lip. I performed the same action with the other breast, but now expecting it she did not pull away, but rather cradled my head to her chest.She pulled off my shirt and pressed her breasts against my chest. At this point I felt as though my dick had been injected with novocaine, so hard it had become. We kissed again, before she began to move down my body, kissing my chest every few inches until she reached the waist of my trousers. She unbuckled my belt and yanked my trousers away.At last, he must have thought! At last I am free! He lurched about as though he had just been exposed to sunlight after years underground. Kindly, she took him in hand and led him to the safety of her lips. She ran her mouth down the shaft of my penis, dispersing a wad of spit as she did so, spreading it evenly with her tongue. The warmth of her mouth around my cock felt so good that my eyes rolled back inside my head. I stroked at her long, beautiful hair and spread it out across my stomach. By now she was trying to take my cock as deep as she could. I could feel it pushing at her throat. She was gagging each time she pushed her head down. I felt like letting her swallow me whole, surrendering my entire body to her throat. Finally, it became too much and she came up for air, snorting snot out of her nose as she did so.For the first time that night I saw the embarrassed young woman bahis şirketleri I had known in the office. She laughed awkwardly. I didn’t laugh. I wanted to but I refused to. I had fantasised so much about that version of Esmee but this Esmee was so fucking amazing I didn’t want to lose her for a second. I took her by the waist and threw her down on the sofa. I pulled her jeans down and pulled her knickers aside. I went at her pussy with such fury that I can barely remember what it looked like. I ran my tongue, tensed as taut as I could make it, inside her tight slit, before bringing it out and running it around the outside. I toyed with her clit. As I did so I could feel her body tense up. Her spine arced. She had already grabbed a hold of my shaved head, and now she was digging her nails in. I continued but also slipped my fingers inside her. They slipped in as easily as water down a plug. I pounded away at her, prodding into the roof of her vagina, all the while ringing her bell with my tongue. The stabbing pain in my head got more and more intense, the cries from her throat more and more strangulated, until finally, she erupted all over my face. Her body suddenly went limp and dropped to the sofa.I stood up and lifted her legs around my waist. I was about to stick my dick inside her but she wasn’t going to let me waste any time. She took a hold of it and plunged it inside her. She was tighter than a paper cut but she was so wet it was no trouble at all. She was so hot I felt like I was cooking my penis. I thrust my shaft deeper and deeper inside her. It felt like each time I did so I was gaining some extra inch, finding new and unchartered territories within her. We had a rhythm together, our bodies locked in synchronisation.As I fucked her I felt the sweat gather on my forehead. It dribbled down my face, stinging my eyes. Eventually it came to my chin where drops would dangle before falling. I saw the drops of sweat fall from my chin and land with a small splash on her shoulders and chest.With one hand holding her in place around my body, I used my free hand to rub the sweat across her. She was sweaty too. It all merged together. She took that hand and put my fingers in her mouth, licking the sweat off, sucking at my digits.As I stared down at her, her breasts bouncing with each thrust, I began to feel a tremor make its way from deep within up to the head of my cock. Desperately I pulled out, just in time, and launched a volley of cum across her stomach. I stumbled back, dazed. It took her a second or two to return to Earth, it seemed, and realise what had happened. She looked down at her stomach and then dropped her head back on the sofa in ecstasy. I took a tissue, cleaned her up, and lay next to her.“So what did you think of your first time with an older man?” I asked, running my hand through her hair.“Hm,” she said, summoning up words through a fog of pleasure, “It was everything I was hoping for.”Twenty-eight, I thought, smiling inside. Twenty fucking eight.

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