Jorge had started work in our office, and I just had to get his cock inside me.

He was a gorgeous male specimen, with sculpted features and a body, I suspected, as cut as an Olympic ice skater’s. I wanted to lick every inch of it, then have him pound my pussy until I was riding the orgasmic shockwave.

Problem was, office romances were frowned upon here, and Jorge, having just started, didn’t want to rock the boat. I made my intentions pretty clear during an “innocent” lunch one afternoon. His eyes lit up in that beautiful face, and I felt a surge of heat as he studied me longingly across the table. His gaze seemed to be shredding the clothes off my body.

But in the end, he quietly turned down my advances. He didn’t sound the least bit happy about it. I was also seriously... Read More