A Cubicle Submission

As I sat in my office cubicle, staring blankly at my computer screen, my mind began to wander to more pressing matters - like the throbbing ache between my legs. I couldn't concentrate on my work, not with the image of my dark-haired, muscular coworker, Matt, seared into my brain. His dominant personality and chiseled features made my panties wet just thinking about him.

I couldn't resist the urge to sneak a peek at him across the room, my eyes locking onto his broad shoulders and powerful build. My heart raced as I imagined those strong hands grasping my face, holding me in place as he shoved his cock down my throat.

I squirmed in my chair, my fingers involuntarily drifting to my crotch. The anticipation was killing me. I needed to get out of there, to find a way to release this pent-up energy. That's when I spotted the opportunity - Matt was heading towards the break room, and I knew I had to follow.

I quickly got up and trailed behind him, my heels clicking softly on the floor. As we entered the empty break room, I made my move, sidling up to him with a sly smile.

"Hey, Matt," I purred, my voice low and husky. "Need some help with that coffee?"

He turned to me, his piercing eyes narrowing as he took in my suggestive tone. A slow, sly grin spread across his face, and I knew I had him.

"Not coffee, Kate," he growled, his deep voice sending shivers down my spine. "But I do need something else."

Without another word, he grasped my face, his fingers wrapping around my jaw as he pulled me into a scorching kiss. I melted into him, my lips parting as his tongue invaded my mouth. The kiss was brutal, possessive, and I reveled in it.

As we broke apart, gasping for air, Matt spun me around, pushing me against the desk. His hands roamed my body, squeezing my tits and pinching my nipples through my blouse. I moaned, my pussy clenching with need.

"Take out my cock, Kate," he commanded, his voice dripping with dominance. "I want to feel your hot mouth around me."

I didn't hesitate, my fingers flying to his zipper as I freed his thick, veiny cock. It sprang out, slapping against my cheek as I gazed up at him with adoration. This was what I craved - cock worship, face-fucking, and the thrill of being dominated.

With a sultry smile, I leaned in, wrapping my lips around the head of his cock. Matt groaned, his hands grasping my hair as he began to thrust, slowly at first, then with increasing intensity. I took him deep, my throat relaxing as I accommodated his girth.

The room around us melted away, leaving only the two of us, lost in this filthy, primal act. I was in my element, my mouth working Matt's cock with precision, my tongue lapping at the underside as he hit the back of my throat.

As he neared climax, Matt's grip on my hair tightened, his hips pistoning furiously as he fucked my face. I was in ecstsy, my own orgasm building as I felt his hot cum spurting down my throat.

The sound of his release was music to my ears - a grunt, a groan, and a final, triumphant cry as he came, his cock still pulsing in my mouth. I swallowed every drop, my throat working to take it all in.

As we broke apart, panting and gasping, Matt's eyes locked onto mine, a fierce, primal glow burning in their depths.

"You're a goddess, Kate," he whispered, his voice rough with emotion. "A cocksucking, face-fucking goddess."

I smiled, my lips still tingling from his cum. I knew I'd found my match in Matt, a partner who shared my darkest desires, and would fulfill them with reckless abandon.

And as we stood there, our bodies still entwined, I knew that this was only the beginning - of a torrid affair, of a love that would be fueled by lust, and of a passion that would never be satiated.