My First Forbidden Fuck in the Copy Room: Surrendering to Flora’s Heat
The photocopier room. Work. Friday, 10:35 a.m. Stale air thick with toner dust. I punch buttons on the damn machine. It mocks me. Fist slams metal. Pain shoots up my knuckles. Fuck.
Door swings open. Flora. Short skirt hugs her hips. Top clings like second skin. Legs endless. Never seen her this slutty at work. ‘Salut, Roméo.’ Voice drips honey. She glides close. Cheek brushes mine. Perfume hits—musky, intoxicating.
The Approach: Tension Building
Heart hammers. Throat dry. ‘Need help?’ She purrs. I mumble about the copier. Eyes betray me, tracing curves. She spins, skirt flares. ‘Like it?’ Tease in her smile. Troubled. Juliette’s face flashes. Our reconciliation. Fresh promises. But Flora’s body screams sin.
She glances at the machine. ‘Not even plugged in.’ Bends over. No knees bent. Skirt rides up. Ass cheeks peek. Perfect globes. I freeze. Stare. She wiggles, hunting the outlet. ‘Can’t find the hole.’ Voice husky. My cock twitches. Hardens. Betrayal stirs.
She straightens. Eyes lock mine. Defiant. Arms snake around neck. Body presses. Tits squash chest. Heat radiates. Lips hover. ‘Anything else I can do?’ Breath hot. Debating. Wrong. So fucking wrong. But want surges. No turning back. Pulse roars in ears.
Instant. Lips crash. Tongues tangle. Wet, hungry. She grabs my bulge. Squeezes. ‘Your cock says yes.’ Door clicks locked. Hands rip. Blouse shreds. Buttons ping floor. Skirt yanked down. She’s bare underneath. Shaved pussy glistens. Nipples hard peaks.
The Instant: Explosive Release
My shirt off. Pants shoved. Cock springs free. Thick, veined, leaking pre-cum. She drops. Kneels. Mouth engulfs. Sucks deep. Gagging slurps. Saliva drips. Hands in hair. Thrust hips. Fuck her face. Clumsy. Desperate. She pops off. ‘Now me.’ Bends over copier. Ass up.
Glassy eyes from mirror. Spread cheeks. Pussy lips swollen. Pink, dripping. Finger first. Slips in easy. So wet. Tight. She moans. ‘Fuck me.’ Cockhead nudges. Push. Inch by inch. Velvet grip milks. Balls deep. Gasps echo. Machine rattles as I pound.
Sweat slicks skin. Slaps of flesh. Her nails dig arms. ‘Harder!’ Legs shake. Mine too. First time here. Risk electric. Door could burst. Voices outside? Paranoia spikes thrill. Pussy clenches. She’s cumming. Walls flutter. Squirts on thighs. I lose it. Balls tighten. Pump hot ropes deep.
Collapse. Panting. Cum leaks down her leg. Hurry. Clothes scramble. Fumble buttons. Zipper sticks. Laugh nervous. Kiss quick. Guilty spark. She winks. ‘Our secret.’ Door cracks. Empty hall.
After. Back at desk. Juliette texts love. Guilt twists gut. But cock twitches at memory. Flora’s taste lingers. Innocence cracked. Fidelity’s fragile shell shattered. Craved the danger. New hunger born. Adult now. Chasing thrills over vows. No regrets. Just ache for more.
