A Butt Fuck in Her Office

Gary gets to fuck Lynne in her her ass per her request.

Lynne sat at her desk, her fingers dancing over the keyboard, eyes locked onto the monitor in front of her. The office was quiet, almost eerily so, except for the occasional clack of keys and the hum of the central air conditioning. The sleek lines of the modern furniture and the stark white walls of the room contrasted with the soft glow of the computer screens, casting an ethereal light on the only occupant. She wore a sharp, navy blue business suit, tailored to accentuate her curves without being overtly provocative. Her hair was pulled back into a tight bun, a few stray strands escaping to frame her face. The scent of her perfume lingered in the air, a faint yet alluring presence.

Gary, her colleague, walked in, a sheaf of papers in his hand. He was tall, with a lean build and a neatly trimmed beard. His eyes scanned the room before landing on Lynne, a question in them. She looked up, meeting his gaze, and in that moment, something unspoken passed between them. Without a word, she stood up, her chair rolling back slightly, and gestured towards the door, silently asking him to close it. He did so, his eyes never leaving hers.

Turning back to her desk, she leaned over, giving him a clear view of her ass, wrapped snugly in her pencil skirt. She could feel his eyes on her, the heat of his gaze making her skin tingle. She took a deep breath, her chest pressing against the fabric of her blouse, the buttons straining slightly. "I need you to do something for me, Gary," she said, her voice low and sultry. "Something that'll help me relax."

Gary's heart skipped a beat, his eyes widening slightly. He stepped closer, setting the papers down gently. "What do you need?" he asked, his voice husky with anticipation.

"I need you to fuck me in my ass," Lynne purred, her voice a siren's call. She reached behind her, unzipping her skirt and letting it fall to the floor. She stepped out of it, revealing black lace panties that barely contained her desire. She bent over the desk, her palms flat on the cool surface, her breath coming in short gasps. Her ass was high in the air, a tempting mound that seemed to beckon him closer.

Gary's cock twitched in his pants as he took in the sight before him. He had fantasized about this moment for so long, and now it was happening. He stepped behind her, his hands trembling slightly as he reached out to caress her cheeks. They felt firm and soft under his touch, and he couldn't resist giving them a gentle squeeze. "Are you sure?" he asked, his voice strained.

"Don't be a pussy," Lynne said, a hint of a smile playing on her lips. "Just shove it in. I want to feel you deep inside me."

Gary swallowed hard, his eyes zeroing in on Lynne's round, inviting ass. He could see the faint outline of her anus through the black lace, and his cock grew even harder at the thought of penetrating her there. He took a deep breath and stepped closer, his hands sliding up her legs to her hips. He could feel the heat radiating from her body, the anticipation palpable.

With a swift movement, he pulled down her panties, exposing her bare ass to the cool office air. Lynne's skin was pale and flawless, her cheeks smooth and plump. Her pussy was already glistening with arousal, and her puckered butthole seemed to tighten as he looked at it.

Gary leaned in, his breath hot against Lynne's skin. He took another deep breath, savoring the musky scent of her desire. Then, without further hesitation, he pressed his tongue against her tight opening, tracing a wet line around it. Lynne's body jerked, and she let out a low moan of pleasure. She had never felt anything so deliciously obscene, and she found herself pushing back against him, eager for more.

"Yes, my butthole licker! Lick my butthole!" she purrs, the words coming out in a breathy whisper that sent shivers down his spine. He didn't need any more encouragement. His tongue darted out again, this time pushing past the tight ring of muscle. Lynne's moans grew louder as he explored the uncharted territory of her body, his tongue delving deeper with each pass. He could feel her body relaxing, giving in to the sensations he was creating.

But then, as suddenly as it had started, it stopped. He pulled away, leaving her panting and needy. "What...?" she began to ask, but her question was cut off by the sound of his zipper. The spell was broken as he stepped back, his erection springing free from his trousers. He grabbed a handful of spit, lubricating his cock with it, the wetness making it glisten in the soft light of the office. His heart hammered in his chest, a mix of excitement and nerves.

Gary took a step closer, his cock bobbing in front of Lynne's face. "You want this?" he asked, his voice a low growl. Lynne nodded, her eyes glazed with lust as she stared at the head of his penis, so close to her mouth. She could feel her own juices trickling down the inside of her thighs, a testament to how badly she craved him.

With a grin, he placed his hands on her hips and pushed the head of his cock against her butthole. It felt hot and tight, like a perfectly sized plug made just for her. She took a deep breath and pushed back, feeling it slip inside with surprising ease. The sensation was intense, a mix of pain and pleasure that had her toes curling in her high heels. She let out a guttural moan, her body shivering with anticipation.

"Yes, Gary, fuck my ass!" Lynne whispered, the words barely audible as she leaned further into the desk. She felt him enter her inch by inch, his thick shaft stretching her open, filling her up in a way she had never felt before. Each push was met with a whimper of pleasure, her ass clenching around him as she grew more accustomed to the intrusion.

Gary's hands tightened on her hips as he began to establish a steady rhythm. With each thrust, he pushed deeper, his hips slapping against her firm ass cheeks. The sound echoed through the empty office, mixing with Lynne's moans of ecstasy. Her hands clutched at the desk, nails digging into the wood as she tried to keep her balance.

"I'm your butt bitch," Lynne whispered, the words coming out as a gasp as he hit a particularly sensitive spot inside her. The idea of being owned, of being used for his pleasure, only heightened her arousal. "I'm your butt slut," she murmured, the words a declaration of her submission.

Gary's thrusts grew faster, his breath coming in harsh pants as he felt his climax approaching. The sight of Lynne's perfect ass bouncing back to meet him with each drive of his hips, the feel of her tight sphincter clenching around his cock, it was all too much. With a roar, he exploded deep within her, filling her with his hot, sticky cum.

As the last waves of his orgasm subsided, he pulled his cock out, the sound of it leaving her ass echoing in the room. Lynne straightened up, turning to face him with a satisfied smile. Her makeup was smudged, her hair a mess, and her cheeks flushed with arousal. But she looked more beautiful than ever.

"That was... incredible," she breathed, her eyes never leaving his. "But it can't just end here." She reached out, her hand wrapping around his still-hard member, giving it a gentle squeeze. "Promise me, Gary. We'll do this again."

Gary's eyes searched hers, and he could see the hunger, the desperation for more. He nodded, his voice hoarse from the intensity of the moment. "I promise."