My Sweet Cream Spurted Onto My Hand While He Fisted His Long, Thick Cock
Our filthy tryst made the workday fly by
Sound of my monstrous yawn rattled my bones. My job as a security guard for a large software company was boring, at best. Not much ever happened, but I had to be diligent all the same.
That’s why going out with my girls last night was such a bad idea. We drank the bar closed, then danced the after hours rave dark.
I’m too old for this shit. Last night was an important milestone. Three years without the lying, cheating, stepsister-fucking asshole, my young and stupid self married.
Since my divorce three years ago, I’ve been living like a nun. No dates. Nights out were non-existent. Men weren’t even on my radar, never mind my bed.
Well, except for Matthew. Goddamn, that boy was fine. I closed my eyes at the thought of the gaming programmer. But he is far too young for me.
Movement in one of the monitors caught my eye. Motion-sensor camera in the old files storage room on the fourth floor came to life when the door opened.
No one should be in there. It’s Sunday. Back straightened. I was on high alert.
A skeleton workforce was scattered throughout the building. And no one should be on that floor. Unless…
Well over six feet. Broad-shouldered. Muscular arms. Thick, but trim, waist. Soft, chocolate brown hair.
My nipples snapped to attention. Breath hitched. Pussy clenched. The most gorgeous man I’d ever seen turned to face the camera. His gorgeous physique took my breath away. Every damn time.
That was unexpected.
Matthew. Harris. He looked up at the camera in the corner. Like he knew who sat on the other side of the viewfinder, watching his every move.
Hello, beautiful. Luscious lips mouthed the words to me. Then he grinned and reached for his belt buckle.
I licked my lips, eyes on his, as he unbuckled his belt, opened the fly, and slid his hand into his pants. His eyes fluttered closed, his fingers stroking himself beneath his slacks.
Teeth dug into his lower lip as his gaze snapped back to mine. He pulled his hand out and waggled his ass, dropping his pants to the floor and kicking them aside.
A giggle bubbled up inside me. What are you up to, love? Then I glanced down and gasped. His fingers caressed a long, thick cock. He waved at the camera. Snapped his fingers. Pointed two fingers at the camera, then at his eyes.
Look at me! He ordered, devilish grin on his face. I swear, he knew what he was doing to me.
“But it’s gorgeous. So thick and long.” I laughed out loud. “How am I supposed to look anywhere else?”
He pointed at this cock, then the camera.
For you, he told me, all day. Every damn day.
Matthew hopped up onto the bank of filing cabinets along the wall. One leg bent, the other out to the side, he licked his palm and stroked his cock, root to tip. Swiped pre-cum with his thumb and spread it down his shaft.
I looked around, eyes falling to the schedule. I was the only one here until Tad got here at four.
Silent prayer to the sex gods above, I eased my uniform pants open. My finger slid through my wet folds. I let out a groan. Heel ground into my clit while my fingers pumped into my core.
My hot, wet, core. I wish I could tell him that was what he did to me every day.
His hips pulsed up into his hand as he fisted his velvety shaft. He stared into the camera, his other hand squeezing his balls.
I bit back a cry as I fingered my cunt. His hand moved faster. My fingers pumped harder. I gasped and mewled as I raced towards orgasm. Hooded and wide, my eyes were locked on the screen, watching the object of my obsession do what I ached to do.
Play with, tease, and please his cock.
Except, that fucking gorgeous cock would be in my mouth. Fuck. I chuckled as an idea came to me. I knew what to do.
My pants thumped to the floor. I placed my phone on the floor, set it all up, and crouched over it. Fingers squelching through my pussy, I pressed record and showed him what he was doing to me.
“See this, Matthew. See how wet I am for you. Hear the way you make me feel, just by thinking about you.” I whimpered as I edged closer to a release. “I’m watching you right now. Your fingers are wrapped around your cock. I wish it were my lips instead.”
Pussy juice dripped onto the phone. “My cunt aches for your touch, for you to bury your cock inside me.” Head back, I groaned. Loud and proud. Not caring who heard me. “I’m gonna cum. Holy shit. Fuck. Fuuuck.”
I watched him jerk his cock to orgasm, rope after rope of cum shooting towards the camera.
My cunt clenched. Clamped down on my fingers. I squirted, cumming all over the floor and my phone. I collapsed, hands on the floor, kneeling over my still-recording phone.
“I haven’t cum like that since… well… since never. YOU did that to me, lover.” I swiped my mess off the phone and blew him a kiss before ending the video.
Gaze strayed back to the monitor, where Matthew blew me a kiss from on top of the filing cabinets.
Quick look put his personal cell number into my phone, and I pressed send on a text. He looked at his phone, pressed the screen, then looked up at the camera again.
His cock inflated as he watched the video. He threw his head back and stroked himself to another climax, licking his hands clean.
Fingers in my mouth, I snapped a shot of me licking my juices from my fingers. Sent it to him, smirking as he looked at the pic and up at me.
We cleaned ourselves up. Got dressed. And, before heading back to work, he waved, sent me a kiss, and texted me, “I’ll come by the office at 4.”
“Make it 3:30,” was my answer. “Can’t wait.”
A few clicks of a mouse, and I had the damning video saved to my phone and wiped from the server.
Check-in by my supervisor at one-thirty. Someone locked out of their office at two-fifteen. Delivery to the loading dock at two-thirty. Raccoon stuck in the staff kitchen on the ground floor at three.
Then I waited for the knock on the door, a smile lit my face.
One man was finally on my radar.
