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By HornDog
A deserted office area is great place for sex for two coworkers.
The sun painted a mournful goodbye across the dusty windows of the old office building, casting long shadows that danced with the shadows of the peeling wallpaper. Gina and I had been taking our walks for months, the empty halls echoing with the whispers of our footsteps and the occasional laughter that pierced the silence. She had a way of brightening up the dreariest of days with her vibrant spirit, and today was no exception. Her dark hair cascaded over her light blue blouse, hinting at the fiery passion that lay beneath her professional demeanor.
As we ambled down the main corridor, Gina’s hand slipped into mine, sending a jolt of excitement up my spine. I had noticed the way she had been looking at me lately, the way her eyes lingered a little longer than usual, the way she leaned in a bit closer when we talked. I felt the electricity crackling in the air around us, and I knew something was going to happen.
The abandoned hallway loomed ahead, beckoning us with the promise of secrets and adventure. Gina tugged at my hand, her eyes gleaming with mischief. “Let’s check it out,” she whispered, and before I could protest, we were off the beaten path, the world outside our little bubble of desire forgotten.
The door to one of the abandoned offices swung open with a faint creak, revealing a space untouched by the hands of time. The air was stale, filled with the ghosts of memories long past, but Gina’s scent of vanilla and jasmine soon overpowered it. She stepped in and looked around with a sense of wonder, her eyes taking in every detail as if it were a treasure trove waiting to be explored.
I followed her in, and she closed the door behind us, the final barrier to our impending tryst. She leaned against the desk, her legs slightly apart, and I couldn’t help but stare at the way her black slacks hugged her curves. “What do you say we make some memories before they tear this place down?” she purred, her voice thick with desire.
I stepped closer, my heart racing as I took in the sight of her. “What did you have in mind?” I asked, playing along with her game.
Her smile grew wicked as she sauntered towards me, her hips swaying with each step. “I want you to make me feel alive,” she breathed, reaching up to trace the line of my jaw with her fingertips. “Here. Now.”
The tension between us grew palpable, and I found myself eagerly awaiting her next move. Gina didn’t disappoint. She leaned in and pressed her soft, full lips against mine, and suddenly, the world outside didn’t matter anymore. All that existed was the heat building between us, the promise of passion about to be unleashed in this desolate space.
Her hand snaked down my chest, and she began to unbutton my shirt. Her touch was feather-light, teasing my skin as she worked her way down to the waistband of my pants. I could feel my cock straining against the fabric, desperate for her touch.
The moment her hand slipped inside my slacks, the dam broke. I pulled her closer, crushing her body against mine as our kisses grew more urgent. Her hand found my shaft, and she began to stroke me, her movements deliberate and sure.
Gina pulled away from me, her eyes dark with lust. “Turn around,” she ordered in a low, sultry voice. I complied, my back to her as I felt her warm breath on my neck. Her hand moved down my back, her fingers dancing over the waistband of my underwear.
With one swift motion, she pushed my pants down, exposing my erection to the cool air of the room. A gasp of excitement escaped my lips as she wrapped her hand around my cock, her grip firm and insistent.
I leaned back into her, my hands finding the hem of her blouse. She helped me lift it over her head, revealing her lacy black bra and the ample breasts it contained. I reached behind her and unclipped it, letting her breasts spill into my eager hands.
Her skin was like velvet, her nipples pebbling against my palms as I rolled and pinched them. Gina’s breath hitched, and she began to grind her hips against my ass. I could feel the heat from her pussy, her desire evident even through the layers of fabric that separated us.
Turning around, I captured her mouth with mine again, our tongues dueling as we sought to claim dominance in this dance of lust. My hands moved to the button of her slacks, and she stepped back, allowing me to pull them down. Her panties were soaked, the fabric sticking to her swollen sex like a second skin.
With a gentle tug, I pulled her panties down, revealing her glistening pussy. I knelt before her, inhaling her sweet, musky scent. The sight of her bare flesh made my cock throb even harder. Gina stepped out of her panties, her legs spreading wider as she leaned against the desk for support.
I kissed the insides of her thighs, my mouth moving closer to her pussy with every soft peck. She trembled with anticipation, her legs quivering as my tongue flicked out to taste her. Her wetness coated my lips, and I groaned, diving in for more. My tongue explored her folds, teasing her clit with gentle strokes before I began to suck.
Gina’s moans grew louder, echoing through the deserted hallways. She wrapped her legs around my shoulders, pulling me closer, her hands tangled in my hair. The taste of her was intoxicating, and I found myself lost in the sensation of her body responding to my touch.
Her hips bucked wildly as I continued to lick and suck, bringing her closer and closer to the edge of ecstasy. “I’m going to cum,” she gasped, her voice hoarse with need. And cum she did, her pussy pulsing around my tongue as she screamed out her pleasure.
I stood up, my mouth slick with her juices, and she leaned in to kiss me, sharing the taste of her orgasm. She reached down and stroked my cock, now standing at full attention. “Now it’s your turn,” she murmured.
Gina pushed me back onto the desk, her own passion now unbridled. She climbed on top of me, straddling my waist, her pussy mere inches from my face. I watched as she reached behind her, her hand disappearing between her cheeks. She pulled out a small, black butt plug, the sight of which sent a fresh wave of lust through my body.
“I’ve been wearing this all day,” she said with a mischievous smile. “Just waiting for the right moment.” She leaned back, the plug popping out with a wet sound. “Do you want to see where it’s been?”
My eyes widened, and I nodded, unable to form coherent words. Gina leaned in, the plug glistening with her juices, and placed it on my tongue. The taste was intense, a heady mix of her desire and the scent of her ass. She giggled as I licked it clean, my cock now painfully hard against her thigh.
Without warning, she reached down and grabbed the base of the plug, sliding it back into her tight hole. She gasped, her eyes rolling back in her head with pleasure. “Fuck me now,” she demanded, her voice thick with desire. “I need your cock inside me.”
I didn’t need to be told twice. I sat up and positioned my cock at her dripping entrance. With one swift thrust, I was buried inside her, the feeling of her warm, wet pussy gripping me like a glove. She moaned, her walls contracting around me as she adjusted to the sudden intrusion.
We began to move together, our rhythm syncing as if we had been doing this for years. Her hips rocked back and forth, taking me deeper with every stroke. The room was filled with the sound of our bodies slapping together, our breaths mingling as we raced towards our shared climax.
Her breasts bounced with every thrust, her nipples hard and begging for attention. I reached up and tweaked them, eliciting a moan that sent a shiver down my spine. Her pussy grew tighter, her movements more erratic, and I knew she was close.
“I’m going to cum again,” Gina whispered, her voice tight with need. “Cum with me, baby.”
The sound of her voice, the sight of her in the throes of pleasure, was too much for me to resist. With one final, powerful thrust, I felt my orgasm build, my balls drawing up tight. I groaned, my cock pulsing as ropes of cum shot into her welcoming heat.
We stayed like that for a moment, both of us panting and sweaty, our hearts racing in sync. Then Gina leaned forward, her breasts pressing against my chest as she kissed me deeply, her tongue swirling around mine in a passionate dance.
As we broke apart, she looked down at me with a satisfied smile. “That was amazing,” she murmured, her cheeks flushed with excitement. “But we’re not done yet.”
With that, she climbed off me, her ass cheeks glistening with a mix of sweat and cum. She turned around and bent over the desk, presenting herself to me. “I want it in my ass now,” she said, looking over her shoulder with a glint in her eye.
The sight of her tight, round ass with the plug still lodged inside was almost too much to handle. I stumbled out of my pants, my cock bobbing in front of me, still slick with her juices. Gina reached back and began to work the plug out, her muscles rippling as she did so.
As the plug slipped free, she turned to face me, her eyes alight with challenge. “Show me how much you want me,” she whispered.
I didn’t need any more encouragement. I stepped forward and slammed into her, the head of my cock breaching her tight anal ring. She gasped, her nails digging into the desk as I pushed deeper, filling her completely.
Her moans grew louder with every thrust, her body taking me in like it had been made for this moment. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, a symphony of passion that seemed to resonate through the very walls.
I could feel myself getting closer to the edge, the sensation of her ass squeezing my cock driving me wild. “Cum for me,” I growled, my hips pistoning into her.
And cum she did, her body shaking as she reached back to grab my ass, urging me deeper. I couldn’t hold back any longer, my orgasm ripping through me like a bolt of lightning. I emptied myself into her, my cock throbbing with the intensity of my release.
We collapsed onto the desk, our limbs tangled and our bodies spent. The room was silent except for our heavy breathing and the occasional creak of the old, protesting furniture.
Gina leaned back against me, her head on my shoulder. “This is going to be one hell of a goodbye to this old place,” she said with a giggle.
I kissed her neck, feeling a sense of contentment that I hadn’t felt in a long time. “I couldn’t agree more,” I replied, already looking forward to our next illicit encounter in this crumbling monument to our secret desires.
As we straightened our clothes and prepared to leave, the thought of the weekend she had proposed filled my mind with delicious anticipation. The idea of an entire weekend of unbridled passion with Gina was almost too much to handle.
But for now, we had to return to the real world, the world outside of this dimly lit, abandoned office. We walked out, hand in hand, our secret locked behind us. The ghosts of the building’s past had borne witness to our carnality, and we couldn’t help but wonder what other secrets these walls held.
The rest of the week, we couldn’t stop thinking about our rendezvous. We stole glances at each other across the office, our eyes speaking volumes of our shared desire. We flirted shamelessly, the tension building with each passing hour. The anticipation of our weekend together was a constant undercurrent to our every interaction.
When the day finally came, our spouses conveniently had plans that would keep them out of town. Gina and I couldn’t wait to explore the depths of our lust, to push the boundaries of what we had started in that dusty, forgotten corner of our workplace.
The moment we were alone in her apartment, we tore at each other’s clothes, eager to feel skin on skin. We kissed with a hunger that could only be satiated by the most primal of acts. Our mouths explored each other’s bodies, tasting and nipping, leaving trails of fire wherever we went.
Gina led me to her bedroom, a playground of silk sheets and scattered pillows. She pushed me onto the bed, her eyes gleaming with mischief. “I’ve been thinking about this all week,” she whispered, her hand sliding down to stroke my cock, which was already standing at attention. “And I know exactly what I want.”
Without another word, she climbed onto the bed, straddling me. She reached behind her and pulled out a bottle of lubricant she had hidden beneath the pillows. My eyes widened as she began to coat my cock, her movements slow and deliberate. The sight of her preparing me for anal sex was almost too much to take.
Gina positioned herself over my cock, the tip of my shaft pressing against her tight ass. She took a deep breath and pushed down, the head of my cock slipping inside her. She was tighter than I could have imagined, her muscles clenching around me like a vice.
Slowly, she lowered herself, taking me inch by inch, her eyes never leaving mine. The look of determination on her face was incredibly arousing, and I could feel my cock swell even more with each descent. When she had taken all of me, she paused, her body adjusting to the sensation of being filled so completely.
Then, she began to move, her hips rolling and grinding in a sensual dance that had me on the edge. Her breasts bounced in my face, and I couldn’t resist reaching up to pinch her nipples, eliciting a moan that sent shockwaves of pleasure through my body.
Our rhythm grew faster, our breaths coming in pants. The slap of our bodies grew louder, the only sound in the room other than our gasps and moans. Gina’s face was a mask of pleasure, her eyes half-closed and her mouth open in a silent scream.
The pressure built in my balls, and I knew I was close. “I’m going to cum,” I groaned, my voice strained.
“Do it,” she urged, her voice breathless. “Cum in my ass, fill me up.”
That was all it took. With a roar, I emptied myself into her, feeling my hot seed fill her up as she clenched around me. Her own orgasm crashed over her, her pussy pulsing and her body trembling.
As we lay there, sweat-drenched and breathless, I knew that this weekend would be one we would never forget. The old office building had been the catalyst for our passion, and now, in the sanctity of Gina’s bedroom, we were going to indulge in every fantasy we had ever had.
Our eyes met, and in that moment, we knew that we had crossed a line, that there was no going back to the way things were. But we didn’t care. We were alive, we were free, and we were going to make the most of every moment we had together.
The sun had set, casting the room in a warm, golden light. We were lost in our own world of passion and pleasure, two people brought together by the impending destruction of a building that had held so many secrets and now held the key to our deepest desires. And as we kissed, our bodies entwined, we knew that this was only the beginning.
We spent the night exploring each other’s bodies, pushing the boundaries of what we thought was possible. We tried every position we could think of, our lust for each other insatiable. We touched and tasted and fucked until the sun began to peek through the curtains, signaling the start of a new day.
As the light grew stronger, Gina rolled over and looked at me with a mischievous smile. “You know,” she said, her voice still thick with sleep and satisfaction, “I’ve always had a thing for exhibitionism.”
My eyes widened, and I felt a thrill run through me. “What are you suggesting?”
Her smile grew wider. “I want to take this show outside, to the rooftop.”
The thought of fucking Gina on the roof of the building we had both worked in for so long was incredibly arousing. The risk of being caught only added to the excitement.
We dressed quickly, our clothes sticking to our bodies, and made our way to the stairwell. The early morning air was cool against our heated skin as we climbed the stairs, our excitement building with every step.
When we reached the rooftop, the view was breathtaking. The city was waking up around us, the sounds of traffic and distant voices a stark contrast to the quiet intimacy of our little corner of the world. Gina leaned against the ledge, her hair billowing in the breeze, and I couldn’t resist the urge to take her again.
I pushed her back, my cock pressing against her wet pussy, and she gasped as I entered her. The cold air against our naked skin only served to heighten our pleasure, making every sensation feel more intense. We fucked hard, our bodies moving together in perfect harmony as we watched the world come to life beneath us.
When we were both close to climax, Gina looked into my eyes and whispered, “Cum inside me. I want to feel you fill me up.”
With a final, powerful thrust, I did just that, spilling my seed into her as we both cried out in pleasure. We collapsed against each other, our hearts racing with the excitement of our illicit act.
As we lay there, panting and spent, we couldn’t help but laugh. “I can’t believe we just did that,” Gina said, her voice filled with awe.
“Me neither,” I replied, kissing the top of her head. “But I don’t regret a single moment.”
We decided to make the most of our weekend together, planning to visit more abandoned spaces in the building and exploring our every sexual whim. The thrill of being somewhere we weren’t supposed to be only added to the excitement.
On Sunday evening, as we packed up our things, we talked about the future. We both knew that our time together was limited, but we were determined to make it count. We exchanged numbers and made plans to meet again, our secret liaisons becoming a stolen pleasure we both craved.
As I left Gina’s apartment, my heart was full and my body was sore, but I couldn’t wipe the smile off my face. I had never felt so alive, so free.
In the weeks that followed, our encounters grew more frequent and daring. We snuck into the building after hours, our desire for each other overpowering our fear of being caught. We explored every dark corner, every dusty room, leaving a trail of passion in our wake.
Our love affair became a game of cat and mouse, a thrilling dance of seduction and satisfaction that neither of us wanted to end. And as the day grew closer for the building to be torn down, so too did the urgency of our trysts.
We knew that our time was limited, that soon the walls that had witnessed our love would come crashing down, taking our secret with them. But we didn’t care. We lived for the moment, for the passion that burned between us, and for the memories we were creating in the crumbling remnants of our workplace.
As the final days approached, we made one last trip to the rooftop, our favorite spot. We made love one last time, our bodies entwined as we watched the sun set on our secret world. We knew that we would never forget the magic that had been born in the shadows of that old, decaying building.
And as the first wrecking ball swung through the air, we knew that our time together was coming to an end. The building that had been our playground for so many passionate encounters was about to be reduced to rubble. But we had one final trick up our sleeve.
Gina and I had decided to sneak into the building one last time, this time during the early hours of the morning before the destruction crew arrived. The air was thick with anticipation and a hint of sadness as we made our way through the now eerily silent hallways.
We reached the rooftop, and the cool wind blew through our hair as we watched the city come to life. The sun was just beginning to peek over the horizon, casting a soft glow on our naked bodies. We knew this was it, our last chance to claim this space as our own.
With a fiery passion that seemed to match the blaze of the rising sun, we made love, our cries of pleasure echoing off the soon-to-be-demolished walls. The world around us was waking up, but we were lost in our own little universe, our hearts and bodies connected in a way that no one else could ever understand.
As the sun climbed higher in the sky, we knew we had to go. We dressed quickly, our clothes sticking to our sweaty skin, and shared one last lingering kiss, our lips savoring the taste of each other.
“Thank you, Gina,” I whispered, my voice thick with emotion. “For making this place so special.”
“Thank you, too,” she replied, her eyes shining with unshed tears. “For showing me a love I never knew I needed.”
We climbed down the stairs, hand in hand, our footsteps echoing through the deserted halls. The building was almost empty now, the last remnants of our secret life together.
As we reached the exit, we heard the distant rumble of the machinery, a stark reminder of the fate that awaited our sanctuary. We paused, our hearts heavy with the realization that our time together in this place was truly over.
But as we stepped out into the bright new day, we knew that what we had shared in those abandoned offices and on that rooftop would live on, a secret love affair etched into the very foundation of the city we both called home.
Our paths would diverge again, returning to the mundane lives we had left behind. But every time we walked by the empty lot where our building once stood, we would share a knowing smile, remembering the passion that had burned so brightly in those stolen moments.
The memory of our love would live on, a testament to the power of desire and the beauty of the human connection. And though the walls had come tumbling down, the fire between us had only grown stronger, a flame that would continue to burn, no matter where our lives took us.
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