Office Party

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Office Party

The hotel bar is full of suits
And dresses, blond hair and dark roots
Faceless people within the throng
Cackle endlessly, do they belong?
But one face sticks out from the crowd
Wants to be noticed, shouts aloud
In slinky black a cocktail dress
Figure hugging made to impress
You stand there listening intent it seems
On conversation, your expression beams
An interest real or faked? Don't know
Or care, more less, your radiance so
It knocks me back, I need to meet
You now . . "Hello there, my name's Pete"
"From sales, up on the seventh floor"
My God, I she thinks I'm such a bore . .
"Hi, Linda, from the graphics pool,
from level two, hey this is cool!"
"Er, what" I mumble, trying hard
To focus on her small name card
And take a sip out of my glass
I bet she thinks I'm making a pass!
"It's cool, this office party thing"
"Oh, yes" I say, some sense to bring
To what she's saying, God she's hot
Blond hair, red lipstick, and not a blot
Of make-up out of place, perfect!
I try to think of words select
To say to her, but before I speak
She comes up close, my ear to seek
"Actually, it's such a boring do
Got somewhere else we can go to?"
I panic and begin to sweat
She wants to go with me? No I bet
It's not as easy as it sounds
Will I be going out of bounds?
But wait, why should she go for me
Although, looking, it's not hard to see
Old boring farts they mostly are
Gone past their best they are by far
And she's the pick of all the girls
Just standing there in dress and curls
Waiting for me . . bugger, where's best
Think quick, this isn't a bloody test!
Must be somewhere we can be alone
Somewhere quiet, hurry, chances blown!
I know, the copier room is near
Yes, standard office jokes I hear
Hang on, it's not the office now
A hotel room, huh, no chance, no how!
"Come along with me" I take her hand
"And grab a glass and bottle, and . . ."
"And what?" she whispers as we wind
Our way through bodies of every kind
"Nothing" . . . now at the lobby floor
I check – what's that say on that door
"Disabled Toilet", OK, not great
But that will do now as I'm in this state
I nod, she winks, in a second we're in
A turn of the lock, a secret grin
She's standing there all coy and shy
But looking at me with a wanton eye
I freeze now, not knowing how to proceed
But she's not cold and now does lead
Me from the door to toilet pan
And sit me down . oh, come on man
Get a grip! Hang on, she's standing there
And pushing her hands through flowing hair
And reaching round unclips her dress
So letting loose her gorgeous breasts
Agog, I sit and just ogle so
Then reach up to her nipples, oh!
I feel them harden under my touch
I want to kiss them so very much
And do that deed, lips brush each, twice
They stick out now as touched by ice
Her bosom heaves as she moans with glee
No worries here, no need to flee
Upon my crutch her hands do roam
I'm standing to attention, at home!
Within my pants release I need
My prick stands tall, I hope she's pleased
"I'm not a tart!" she starts at me
"But you looked as tasty as can be!"
"That's what I thought of you" I say,
"No tart I mean, but gorgeous!" Hey!
Her lips have moved down to my dick
The knob end now she starts to lick
God, she is good . . "Oh yes" I groan
And as she sucks, lets out a moan
Of lust and wanting and for me
I must perform, though drunk, you see
But as she gives the perfect head
I lean back and relax instead
But time to give and not receive
"Your turn" I say and now I leave
My seat to let her take my place
Spreading legs wide I seek that space
Between her thighs where ecstasy
Can be coached out by tongue, by me
Into that tunnel of secrets I bore
To find her bud of lust and more,
To lick the folds of all her sex
One finger, two, what happens next?
I move them in and out all while
Her clit I suck and kiss with style
She holds my head into her crutch,
She moans and cries so very much
So moist and hot; I need some air
And rise, she turns, arse waiting there
For me to fuck her "Come on, please . . .
I want you now, don't be a tease!!"
Oblige I do, prick hard and blunt,
I aim it right for her waiting cunt
It slips in with ease, I'm glad to feel
Her cunt walls grasp me and make a seal
Around my cock as now I stroke
In and out while her arse I poke
With finger; Christ, she loves that way
And cries with pleasure while I play
With cunt and arse, oh, what a night
Fuck faster now, with all my might
She's coming, Linda, from graphics
Is cuming hard, but she's in a fix . .
"Wait, don't cum yet" I hear her shout
"Not on the pill you see!" "What b-bout . . ?"
I stammer now, "Please don't" she wails
"Another way, it never fails"
And removing my prick out from her hole
She asks to take that other goal
"Please fuck my arse" she tells me straight
And there it is, served on a plate!
I move up and present my rod
Against her arse, my first, oh God!
And gently push my rampant pole
Into her other sensual hole
Into the depths of sexual bliss,
I push my prick; her back I kiss
"OK?" I ask, "Oh, yes" replies
I start to move, stars in my eyes
As feelings never felt before
Spread from my prick, I feel so sure
I will cum soon, fill her with spunk
I'm sober now, not feeling drunk!
And as my orgasm starts to rise
Linda's moans now turn to cries
She's cuming with me, I can't hold on
Filling her arse, kneeling on that john
I pump her arse for all I'm worth
My best fuck ever, on this earth!
Finished, I take my penis out
So flaccid now, but there's no doubt
That Linda's arse has been well freed
Watching her hole disgorge my seed
"God, that was great" she turns to speak
I kiss her then upon her cheek
Then lips now and our tongues entwine
I think from now I'll make her mine!

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