Copier Girl NSFW 18+

She became affectionately known as ‘Copier Girl’ and I’d find any reason to undertake all of the office copying. She would smile provocatively as I approached, often undoing her jacket or even taking it off. A woman’s nipple is sexy in its own right, but seeing it pressed against a thin layer of clothing was far sexier.

Curiosity must have gotten the better of her with regards my frequent toilet breaks, because there I was busy jerking myself off over thoughts of her, when there she stood right in front of me. I tried to regain my dignity by covering myself as well as pleading my innocence, but she simply stepped forward and held the door shut behind her.

“Carry on,” see said. “Don’t let me stop you.”

I looked flustered and limply tried pulling up my trousers whilst keeping myself covered.

“Perhaps this will help!” Expertly she lifted her blouse up over her head exposing her naked breasts. “Or maybe this?” Next her dress fell to the bathroom floor leaving her stood in just a lacy pair of baby blue knickers. Still I struggled. “Okay, this then!”

With a slight adjustment with her wrist and a flick of the leg, those sexy panties were on the floor next to her skirt.

I took a deep breath as the majestic beauty of her naked form stood there waiting. Instinctively I found myself no longer hiding away, but boldly stoking my solid shaft in front of her. She was smiling.

“Are you going to waste that? Or can I have some?” Turning round and planting both hands on the door, she bent over inviting my answer.

Pressing the tip of my cock against the excited lips of her vagina, I grabbed her hips and gave myself to her. I could sense her breasts swinging with every thrust and thought about reaching round and grabbing them in my hands. I knew her nipples would be rock solid.

Instead I grabbed her hair and pulled her neck back as I continued fucking her. Desperately she tried to remain silent, but the occasional whimpered moan escaped her lips. I was close, and I knew she was too. Slapping her arse I gave a final thrust, emptying myself of all that would have splattered on the floor, deep inside her.

Her legs wobbled momentarily as her body shook, as sure sign she had just cum too. I wondered what she tasted like.

Sadly it was over as quickly as it started. She dressed, smiled and left the cubicle. I cleaned myself up and wandered back out to the copier. Her nipples were still pert and pressing against her blouse, but then my cock was still hard, fighting against the confines of my trousers. I was already pondering what may need copying tomorrow.

Copyright: authorchrisbrown

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Good Morning NSFW 18+

Good morning you dirty whore

You say you’ve been up early

But then so have I

Up hard, solid, erect because of you

I scrolled my time line

Found an innocent photo

Got lost in your eyes all over again

Searched my private collection

Every photo of your face

Every private picture sent by you

Happily I played with myself

Dreaming of your mouth, your breasts

Every picture scrolled

Closer to excitment I got

Then I found the video

Your perfect pussy teased by a toy

I came instantly

Shooting jets of cum across my chest

But still I was hard

Twenty minutes I watched that clip

Dreaming, fantasising

Eventually I moaned out load

That second climax really hard

Threatening to rip me apart

I came again violently

So good morning to you

My wishful dirty whore

Copyright: authorchrisbrown

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Options NSFW 18+

Presented with the two options, my thoughts fell upon the one least explored. However given how easily the tip of my cock entered her arse, perhaps I was wrong it that assumption.

Slowly I fought the little resistance offered as half of my shaft disappeared inside her. Her moaning was encouraging, and by the time I was three quarters deep, her hands were pushing against my thighs as if to say she could take no more.

Using the tip of my fingers I rubbed her clit hoping her excited juices would offer a little lubrication to the thrusting of my cock in her arse. Her hands gripped the bed sheets, climax washing over her as she showered my stomach and chest in her excitement.

With her deep in the throws of exticy, I took a chance at reaching my own. Lifting her slightly off the bed, her back arched, I gave her the final length of my cock. Buried deep inside her resulting in her screaming out loud in mixed euphoria and pain. With her my arms wrapped under her, I picked up a stronger rythmn my balls slapping against her.

Contorting and finding something to grip onto she gave herself to me. I groaned deeply at her moaning, the thick vein of my cock pulsing as my seed gushed into her. Again, she showered me with her excitement as she began to shudder uncontrollably.

I pulled out and lowered her beautiful body back onto the bed, where she continued to shake and moan fully satisfied. Perhaps after a moment of compose had passed, she’d allow me chance to explore the other option she’d offered me.

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First Day NSFW 18+

It was my first day in the office and I’d been tasked with photocopying loads of papers for my new boss. What was a mundane task was brightened by the fact the photocopier was situated near an extremely attractive woman dressed in a dark coloured skirt and cardigan outfit. Underneath was a pink low cut frilly garment that kept catching my eye. Actually it was her plunging cleavage that had me transfixed and I’m not ashamed to admit getting myself off in the toilets imaging my cock rubbing between her breasts. I think she knew my admiration for them, because whenever she caught me looking, she made sure to flash a little more each time.

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Leave her?

“Soon my love.” whispered Jax cradling the bed roll. “Soon you will be at rest with your brothers and sisters. I promise you shall be at peace with the world amongst your peers.”

“That is a promise you cannot give traveller.” The was a pause whilst a breath was caught. “Only a cleric can decide such a fate.” Those words cut Jax deeper than any blade, and they belonged to a man almost twice his senior. Dressed in a simple robe, his long grey hair and gaunt features could just be seen under his risen hood.

“Let me see her,” he wheezed, as if the action of walking was too much for his aged body.

Jax opened the bed roll. One quick glance and the elderly cleric tutted before walking away. “You waste my time traveller.”

“I bring her here, as a devoted cleric to your god.”

“And yet she’s marked by chaos!” The cleric stopped and coughed heavily. “Look, we are not without compassion,” he continued between breathes. “Leave her here and she will be disposed of appropriately.”

” “Disposed of?” You make her sound like nothing more than rubbish!” Jax began rolling her gently back in his bed roll.

“Leave her here traveller!”

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Saying Goodbye – contains Spoiler

It’s been a while, but back at it:

Jax tethered his horse outside the rather plain, yet exceptionally clean, Temple of Lyra. Where as all the other buildings within Blucester portrayed their age, with crumbling stonework, or patched up woodwork, the temple looked better now than the day it was built. Whilst it would never win any awards for its aesthetic design, it was certainly loved and cared for devotedly by those that found salvation there.

A muted yellow glow eminated from behind the two solid oak doors that were set open. A hint of juniper hung in the air, most likely from the incense burning within. Jax slowly walked to the back of his horse so as to lift the rolled up blanket into his arms. His heart was heavy, and though he’d been fearing this moment, he knew he owed it to his fleeting love, Yulien, a disciples burial.

“What burdens you traveller?” enquired a middle age man, seemingly standing sentry between the two doors.

As Jax approached the man’s gaze became fixed upon the rolled blanket, his furrowed brow deepening with curiosity the longer his question went unanswered.

“I ask you again traveller, what carry you to the doors of our temple?” Shifting his left leg, his stance became more defensive whist his hand hovered over the hilt of previously unseen mace. Still Jax advanced, until he met with the outstretched hand holding the cold steel of the guards weapon but inches from his face. “Stop and declare your purpose!”

Lifting his head, sorrow and heartache portrayed unashamedly within his eyes, Jax stared intently at the guard. “She warrants a disciples burial.”

“That is a matter for the clerics to decide,” stated the guard lowering his mace. “I will see if any are available to offer you audience. Please, wait here.”

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The message NSFW +18

There I was, engrossed in the middle of a film when my phone pinged prompting the arrival of a new message.

“I’ve read your private messages, and if you want to fuck her, get here.”

Apprehension caught hold, along with a huge amount of guilt. I replied,

“If I thought you were serious I’d be straight there.”

The very thought of being intimate with her overshadowed any thoughts that he just wanted to batter me. There came the reply.

“Deadly.”

No sooner had I read that, then I was speeding along the motorway to them. My only defence to the police should I be pulled over was that I was off to fuck my dream woman. And yet it may still have been just a lure to batter me senseless.

In less than an hour I stood, my finger hoovering over the doorbell. I pressed it nervously.

It was she who answered the door and my heart just melted instantly. Dressed in just a baggy sweat top and jeans, she looked at me in complete shock.

“What are you doing here?” she questioned. “I’m not alone.”

Holding up my phone, I showed her the message as a figure appeared down the hallway.

“Come in, your letting the hot air out. No using our bed and no kissing,” he said bluntly.

“Are you serious?” she asked as she took my hand. “You’re going to just watch as he fuck’s me?”

“He’d be doing me a favour!” he replied, returning to the living room.

I had her top and jeans off before we made the sofa. Her excited nipples erect against the fabric of the lacy bra, my fingers encouraging the damp patch on her matching knickers.

She moaned softly as I released her bra clasp, her impressive breasts hanging free and exposed for my mouth and tongue to explore. For some twenty minutes I did nothing but grope and suck on them, occasionally rubbing her soaking wet panties to further excite her.

Paying attention to her whole body I began kissing my way down. Pulling off her knickers as she arched her back away from the back of the sofa. I pushed my lips against hers, sucking them into my mouth whilst flicking my tongue against her clit. Her hand clasped my head as she pulled me closer, my tongue now deep inside her tasting her juices.

It was about ten minutes after I’d begun sucking her pussy that I’d heard a familiar *beep*. He must of gotten bored as he switched on his games console.

It was time to take him up on his offer. Releasing my straining cock from where it had been constrained in my own jeans, I pressed the tip against her excited and swollen pussy. Slowly, as she moaned deeply, I lowered myself into her. I felt her nails digging into my back.

I gave him a glance, my cock buried deep in his future wife, and his gaze never left the screen. So my attention returned to her beautiful lust filled eyes as we fucked for what seemed like hours. I felt her muscles spasm over my cock several times as she came for me, her expression awash with pleasure and passion.

“Come in me,” she said with a panting whisper, pulling me close and breaking his rule of no kissing. Her lips felt like magic against my own. Her tongue danced with mine forcing me to hit my own release.

With her pussy full of my cum, I returned my head to between her thighs. There was no sweeter taste than drinking both our cum from her pussy, and no better feeling than sharing a mouthful as we kissed.

“If your both done,” he said still fully concentrating on his game.

It was time to take my leave, although the thought of spending the remainder of the night wrapped in her arms never left me. Stood at the door I offered my goodbyes, kissing her tenderly and wiping a tear from her eyes.

“I’ll be in touch when you can do that again,” he called out as I got in my car.

On the drive home I came hard one more time as the thought of what we’d just done played over and over in my head.

I’m now waiting eagerly for his next message.

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When

When your fears turns to tears, and dreams crumble into decaying debris.

When salvation becomes the barrel of a loaded gun and you drink your poison to numb the pain.

When every fibre of you soul is manipulated like a marionette’s strings, pushed and pulled beyond you will.

When a heart doesn’t break, but it cracks and shatters into millions of pieces lifting into the night sky to join the stars.

When the words have been spoken and all feelings gone.

That is when it’s the end.

Copyright: authorchrisbrown

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