Pink Thongs & Perfect Cock

The insistent hum of the fluorescent lights in the sterile office building did little to soothe the heat building within me. My pink Victoria’s Secret thong and push-up bra felt like a tiny rebellion against the drab monotony of my day, a deliberate invitation to the pleasure I craved. I’d snapped a quick picture of myself, the angle highlighting the curve of my breasts and the swell of my hips, and sent it to my husband, Mark, at work. The response was immediate, a digital wave of anticipation washing over me as I received his message: “Can’t wait to fuck you.” A giggle escaped my lips, a playful acknowledgment of his desire, and I pulled down my bra, sending another image his way. The anticipation was intoxicating, each digital exchange fueling the fire within me. He told me he couldn't wait, and that only made my pussy throb harder, an insistent reminder of the pleasure to come.

I hurried towards my dresser, grabbing my trusty vibrator from its hiding place. The smooth plastic felt cool against my skin, a stark contrast to the building heat. I shifted my thong to the side, exposing my clit, and pressed the vibrator firmly against it. Instantly, a moan ripped from my throat, a primal release of desire. My mind raced, picturing Mark’s hands, his lips, the raw intensity of his touch. “Oh yeah, baby,” I whispered to myself, lost in the sensation, pushing the vibrator deeper, exploring the pleasure it offered. Soon, I pulled it out and inserted it into my vagina, maneuvering it in and out, leaving a trail of tingling sensation in its wake. I closed my eyes, completely surrendering to the moment, letting the pleasure consume me.

Just as I was reaching peak arousal, my phone buzzed again. It was Mark. A new message: “Lunch break, I’m free.” My heart pounded in my chest, a frantic drumbeat against my ribs. This was it. The moment I’d been waiting for. I quickly freshened up, discarding the thong and bra, stripping myself down to my skin. I slipped into a tight, dark blue dress, its fabric clinging to my curves, a deliberate choice to heighten the anticipation. Grabbing my keys, I practically sprinted out the door, eager to reach him.

The walk to his office was a blur of anticipation, each step bringing me closer to the pleasure I craved. The building loomed ahead, its glass doors reflecting the city lights. Taking a deep breath, I knocked on his door, the sound echoing in the quiet office space. Mark answered, his eyes widening slightly as he took in my appearance. But it wasn’t just his eyes that caught my attention; his cock was bulging noticeably beneath his trousers, a silent testament to his own desire.

As I entered, I heard the door close behind us, sealing us in a private world of lust and anticipation. “We’ve missed you, baby,” he whispered, his voice thick with desire. He reached out, taking my hand and placing it on his chest, then sliding it down to rest on my dress, just above my throbbing clit. I sat on his desk, giggling flirtatiously, letting the playful tension build between us. “Mm, baby, I’m throbbing, I need you,” I said innocently, lifting my breast slightly and playing with it, watching as Mark grew bigger and bigger. I put my breast back in my shirt and spread my legs apart, teasing my clit, letting out another moan as I wiggled my hips.

Soon, Mark grabbed me, pulling me closer, stripping me of my dress with a swift, decisive movement. He squeezed my breast firmly, his fingers tracing the line of my body before descending to lick my nipples. I threw my head back, gasping in pleasure as his tongue explored every inch of my flesh. “Oh yes, baby,” I managed to whisper, lost in the sensation. After a moment, he picked me up and placed me gently on his lap, his head immediately descending into my vagina, licking my clit with fervent intensity. Another moan escaped my lips as I placed my legs on his desk, further enhancing the pleasure.

His tongue moved deeper, entering my body, and I pushed his head further in, pushing my hips into his head, continuing to play with my nipples. I could hear him licking my sweet juices, the sound both stimulating and arousing. The sensation was overwhelming, pushing me closer to the edge of ecstasy. I closed my eyes, lost in the moment, letting the pleasure consume me. Finally, unable to hold back any longer, I cummed into his mouth, surrendering to the release.

“It’s only fair if you give me some pleasure in return,” Mark grinned, licking his lips. After collecting myself, I stood up and pushed him back into his chair, unbuckling his belt and unzipping his pants. My hand reached out and grabbed his healthy cock, pumping him with a playful intensity. “Oh, you dirty girl you,” he teased, enjoying my reaction. I smiled and tickled his balls, eliciting a shiver of pleasure. “Someone is excited,” I winked before kissing his head, a silent promise of more to come. Taking his cock in my hands, I licked his head for a while, before taking him in my mouth, bobbing my head up and down slowly.

Then, I increased the pace, starting to give him a vigorous blow job. The sound of my moans filled the room as he took off his shirt, unable to resist the intense pleasure he was experiencing. I squeezed him playfully before continuing, determined to push him to the brink of ecstasy. That almost made him cum into my mouth. “Let me fuck you,” he mumbles, groaning some more. I pulled him out of my mouth and looked up at him with a mischievous grin. “Fuck me baby. Do me hard. I’m your dirty girl, give me all you got,” I said, my pussy craving every inch of him. He quickly removed his pants and tossed them to the ground, further emphasizing the intimacy of the moment.

He moved off the desk and took my hand, leading me over to his couch. He sat down, smiling, “Wanna try something different?” I nodded my head, turning away from him, eager to explore the depths of our shared desire. He held his thick cock for me as I lowered myself onto him, shivering as he entered me. I leaned back against his body, finding comfort in his warmth and strength.

“Oh baby, yes,” I whispered, feeling the pleasure build within me. I could hear his hot love explode into me, driving me closer to the edge of ecstasy. It wasn't long before I felt him thrust into me, pushing me further, making me gasp for air. “Oh yes, baby,” I managed to breathe out, unable to contain my pleasure. Finally, I stopped, but didn’t move him off of me. “You are dirty,” my husband breathed out, his voice hoarse with pleasure. I gave a weary grin, a silent acknowledgment of our shared transgression.

Just then, there was a knock on the door. “Sir, your three o’clock client is here,” a voice announced. We both burst out laughing, the tension dissolving into shared amusement. “Let’s do this again,” I giggled, getting dressed. As I stepped out of the office, leaving Mark behind, I couldn’t help but feel a surge of satisfaction, a feeling of having fulfilled my desires and earned my pleasure. The fluorescent lights seemed a little brighter now, the sterile atmosphere less oppressive, replaced by the lingering warmth of our shared intimacy. It was a moment of pure, unadulterated pleasure, a testament to the power of lust and the intoxicating joy of giving and receiving.

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