Office boy
About a year ago, we were having our routine drinks after work, when on this occasion, on a Friday night, I had had way too much wine to drink. I had also done a couple of lines, which I guess made me extra horny, it always does. I noticed one of the office juniors, who is a young man of about 20, kept staring at me all night with this look that all of you fucking degenerate pig men get when you lust after something. On this occasion, I kept staring at him and moved over to talk to him. As soon as I got close to him, I could see his pants start bulge, as he had never been close to me before. I asked him what his plans were for the weekend, and he said that he was going out with his girlfriend. I asked him what his girlfriend was like, and how often he fucked her. He went bright red with embarrassment, and said that he fucked her about once a week, but she was pretty straight. I leaned over to him and whispered in his ear "follow me out the door, but keep your distance'', when I said this, his breathing started to get heavier and his face was red with embarrassment. I knew his filthy cock would be leaking like a tap.
I walked down the corridor towards the toilets and when I got to the men's toilets, I turned around to check that he was following. Like a little puppy dog desperate for water, he was following me and I went into a toilet cubicle, and waited for him to come in. I then motioned for him to come over to the cubicle and I locked it behind us. I ordered him pull his fucking pants down and get his fucking cock out.
Of course, he was more than happy to, and as he pulled his stiff fat cock out of his underwear, I could see that he had left a big stain of pre-cum in them. I was thinking what fun this was going to be.
I asked him what his girlfriend let him do to her, and he told me that she only would let him have sex in the missionary position. I specifically asked him if he had ever cum in her mouth all over her face, fucked her from behind, or whether she had pissed on him.
As I was asking him this, I could see his cock getting stiff and stiff leaking more fucking jizz. I then told him that if he wanted to play around with little g***s then he would be frustrated all his life.
I pulled my little skirt up and my black silk panties down so he could see my wet shaven cunt. He was literally speechless and begin stammering like some fucking blathering idiot.
I told him that he could rub his cock head on my wet slit, but if he penetrated me, I would tell his boss that he had sexually assaulted me.
He then put his cock head on my wet slit, and began looking down at my cunt. I pulled his head up, and held him by the chin, and told him to look at me in the eyes as he did it, and he did, all the while I told him that he was a filthy fucking degenerate pig, how dare he do this to a woman old enough to be his mother. As soon as I said that I felt what felt like a glassful of his filthy seed flood my thighs and start dripping onto the floor. I think he felt like he had cum on his mother.
He was moaning and grunting uncontrollably his cock was twitching, and bits of cum wre still pouring out of it,
I pushed him down onto the floor, made him look up at me in my mess all over my cunt and thighs, and said," what a fucking mess you've made you dirty pig, clean it up". If you don't, I will go round to your mothers house and make her eat it off me.
"Lick up every fucking last drop," and I pulled his head into my cunt and thigh area. He slurped away like it was his last fucking meal, like a fucking prisoner about to be executed, and when he thought he had finished, I showed him a spot near my clit where there was still some jizz left. I ordered him to get his tongue there and fucking finish it all up.
After he did this, I kept him on the floor, and told him to open his mouth for mummy.
I squirted a huge load of piss all over his cum covered face, it went everywhere and soaked his fucking shirt and trousers and was all over the floor. I hadn't had a piss for two hours at drinks, and my bladder was bursting.
I then pulled up my little silk panties, pulled down my skirt and walked out of the cubicle, telling him to fucking clean himself before he came back in.
I then returned to the drinks, and he never returned that evening. In fairness, he was literally drenched like he'd been in a rain storm, but next Monday at work, when I walked in, his face went bright red. Ever since then I walked past him just give him a cold and arrogant and disdainful stare as though he is a piece of shit. It makes his pants bulge every time I do this.
The only time I have ever spoken to him since is when I once went up to his desk and whispered in his ear, "I bet you still imagine fucking me every time you're on top of your little slut girlfriend." He immediately left the room and I knew he was going straight to the toilets again again to relieve his filthy fucking balls of all that built-up seed.
I sometimes still jack my fat fucking clit off thinking about him and his pretty young face licking all that juice off my cock and thighs, and always end up squirting all over my bed or the floor. Till we meet again. . .
I walked down the corridor towards the toilets and when I got to the men's toilets, I turned around to check that he was following. Like a little puppy dog desperate for water, he was following me and I went into a toilet cubicle, and waited for him to come in. I then motioned for him to come over to the cubicle and I locked it behind us. I ordered him pull his fucking pants down and get his fucking cock out.
Of course, he was more than happy to, and as he pulled his stiff fat cock out of his underwear, I could see that he had left a big stain of pre-cum in them. I was thinking what fun this was going to be.
I asked him what his girlfriend let him do to her, and he told me that she only would let him have sex in the missionary position. I specifically asked him if he had ever cum in her mouth all over her face, fucked her from behind, or whether she had pissed on him.
As I was asking him this, I could see his cock getting stiff and stiff leaking more fucking jizz. I then told him that if he wanted to play around with little g***s then he would be frustrated all his life.
I pulled my little skirt up and my black silk panties down so he could see my wet shaven cunt. He was literally speechless and begin stammering like some fucking blathering idiot.
I told him that he could rub his cock head on my wet slit, but if he penetrated me, I would tell his boss that he had sexually assaulted me.
He then put his cock head on my wet slit, and began looking down at my cunt. I pulled his head up, and held him by the chin, and told him to look at me in the eyes as he did it, and he did, all the while I told him that he was a filthy fucking degenerate pig, how dare he do this to a woman old enough to be his mother. As soon as I said that I felt what felt like a glassful of his filthy seed flood my thighs and start dripping onto the floor. I think he felt like he had cum on his mother.
He was moaning and grunting uncontrollably his cock was twitching, and bits of cum wre still pouring out of it,
I pushed him down onto the floor, made him look up at me in my mess all over my cunt and thighs, and said," what a fucking mess you've made you dirty pig, clean it up". If you don't, I will go round to your mothers house and make her eat it off me.
"Lick up every fucking last drop," and I pulled his head into my cunt and thigh area. He slurped away like it was his last fucking meal, like a fucking prisoner about to be executed, and when he thought he had finished, I showed him a spot near my clit where there was still some jizz left. I ordered him to get his tongue there and fucking finish it all up.
After he did this, I kept him on the floor, and told him to open his mouth for mummy.
I squirted a huge load of piss all over his cum covered face, it went everywhere and soaked his fucking shirt and trousers and was all over the floor. I hadn't had a piss for two hours at drinks, and my bladder was bursting.
I then pulled up my little silk panties, pulled down my skirt and walked out of the cubicle, telling him to fucking clean himself before he came back in.
I then returned to the drinks, and he never returned that evening. In fairness, he was literally drenched like he'd been in a rain storm, but next Monday at work, when I walked in, his face went bright red. Ever since then I walked past him just give him a cold and arrogant and disdainful stare as though he is a piece of shit. It makes his pants bulge every time I do this.
The only time I have ever spoken to him since is when I once went up to his desk and whispered in his ear, "I bet you still imagine fucking me every time you're on top of your little slut girlfriend." He immediately left the room and I knew he was going straight to the toilets again again to relieve his filthy fucking balls of all that built-up seed.
I sometimes still jack my fat fucking clit off thinking about him and his pretty young face licking all that juice off my cock and thighs, and always end up squirting all over my bed or the floor. Till we meet again. . .
8ヶ月前
