Sex Stories

Anal jokes in the office

I watched with boredom as the rare raindrops drummed on the glass. I wanted to sleep. I didn't even

remember what time I went to bed yesterday: 3 or 4 in the morning. I hid my face in my hands and

yawned. I looked around: my colleagues, like me, were listening without enthusiasm to the boss talking

about the effective index. All these meetings were sheer boredom. I looked out the window again:

people were hiding behind umbrellas from the rain. It seemed as if the spring intended to remove all the

snow with water.

Suddenly I felt the gaze of a colleague on me. Andrey was sitting a little further away and, seeing my

gaze back, he smirked playfully. I ignored this and turned to the window. I only thought of my warm

bed, which was waiting for me in the apartment. Who came up with meetings just before the end of the

workday?

He finally finished, and I was already heading towards the exit when Andrey caught me.

"Don't go, there is a task for you." He said, and at the same time smiled mysteriously.

"Are you kidding me?" I said irritably.

“I'm just broadcasting what my uncle said. But if you don’t want…"

"Okay, what’s required of me?"

I didn't want to, but this ‘uncle’ was my immediate boss and, somehow, it would be inconvenient to

reject him. Plus, I was seeking a promotion.

“He is waiting for you in the soundproof room. Come on, let’s do it, you just need to give him NôvelDrama.Org: text © owner.

something."

Strange. Why there? Usually the boards are cut in that room so as not to interfere with the office

workers. I chuckled, but followed Andrey.

"You know, I've always had feelings for you." Andrey whispered on the fly, making me choke for air.

"You know, I've always had a boyfriend." I replied rudely, because when has an engaged girl been seen

to behave like this?

"Well, now we are close." In general, he didn’t seem temperamental. The kind of person who fucked

under the covers and with the lights off.

My boyfriend Slava is good, smart, loving, but a complete layman in bed. I don't want to give this up,

especially since we are getting married, but it is a shame to cheat, and indeed it’s wrong. That's why I

put up with his pathetic attempts at night, and in the evenings, before his arrival, I amuse myself with

sex toys.

"Go ahead." Andrey stopped in front of the door and opened it.

"Why is it dark in here?!"

“Because the switch is inside, silly. Come in, don't stop."

I entered a room in which there was complete darkness. There were no windows there, as I understood

it. I heard Andrey come in next, and then the door clicked. I wanted to ask where our boss was, but

was suddenly blinded by a sharp light. At first I did not understand, a withering look appeared before

my eyes and I missed the moment when strong male arms wrapped around my figure from behind.

"Hey, what are you doing?" Outraged, I started to escape.

"Be still, be an obedient child, and you will be glad." Andrey squeezed me harder, and I felt his erection

with my ass.

I looked around the room. There, from somewhere, a folding double bed appeared with toys on it. I

started shaking harder trying to escape this psycho, and screamed from the top of my throat.

"At least yell, we're in the soundproof room." Andrey said triumphantly, feeling himself in command of

the situation.

I didn't think about it much and with all my might I hit him in the face. He loosened his grip on me in

pain, and it seemed to me that I might escape, but he quickly pulled himself together and grabbed me

again, this time holding both hands so tightly that the bruises will certainly remain for a while.

"It hurts, ow!" I screamed, to which Andrey smiled.

"I offered you in a friendly way, and you, it seems, like pain."

Andrey dragged me across the room and threw me on the cot, it creaked and the toys on it sank

painfully into my back. Andrey hung over and with a sudden movement tore my blouse, and even the

buttons came off. He looked at my breasts in amazement and I remembered that I had put on my lace

underwear to persuade Slava to have sex in the car. Glory! He was supposed to pick me up. This

seemed to be my only chance for salvation.

“Slava has already come to find me, he will come to find me. If you stop now, I won't tell anyone." I tried

again.

Andrey seemed not to hear me, pawing my chest with pleasure, finally sitting on top of me and tucking

my arms under him. He rubbed his cock through his pants on my belly.

"You will not tell anyone. You want a promotion." Andrey said.

Helpless tears rolled down my face because he was right. This dog is the boss's favorite nephew and I

will be fired if I write a statement against him.

Meanwhile, Andrey got up and took my skirt, pulling it along with my panties. There I was, lying in front

of him, open and crying, and my appearance thrilled him. He fell on my thighs, bit painfully inside and

gradually worked his way up to my perineum. His hands anxiously grabbed my legs and I tried to hit

him, but he didn't care. He opened me with both hands and ran his tongue in a broad stroke.

"Why is it dry?" He asked me in disgust.

"Because you don't turn me on, you idiot!"

“You should start to get excited, because I'm not going to be standing in ceremony. I will insert it even if

it fryes you."

I swallowed because I knew by his face that he wasn't kidding. He climbed onto the cot, sitting on my

breasts while he unbuttoned his pants. I guessed what he wanted. I opened my mouth helplessly,

fighting the tears of rage, but was in no rush to get it into my mouth, circling the head that was oozing

over my face, staining me.

I was disgusted to feel this wetness, but he finished quickly and put his head in my mouth. I started

sucking, but he didn't like the rhythm, he took my hair and planted it halfway up his cock, making me

choke. I didn't expect the slap that followed.

"Bitch, suck normally." Andrey growled and pushed again.