The Office Chair by Katie_Johnny

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It had been sitting in front of me all this time but I never thought to use it

The Office Chair

I met a guy online who loved fucking me and lived close to my office. He was about 20 years younger than me, had a really fat cock, and could cum multiple times in a single session. He liked that I would wear lingerie and paint my lips pink for him, and that I had a private office with no windows that we could fuck in.

While my office was private, I did have neighbors on both sides of it, and we often hooked up during business hours, so we had to keep the noise to a minimum, as not to be busted by the other people in the office building. I sort of enjoyed this, because it limited our sounds and forced a lot more face to face interaction, and whispering, which I found to be a turn on.

He wasn’t crazy about it, because he liked to make noises when he fucked me, and he liked to hear me squeal like a girl when he was really laying that pipe hard. Anytime he would start grunting and breathing heavy, I would pull him in close to me and kiss him, then whisper in his ear and remind him to keep it down.

He really liked when I would get on top of him and ride his cock. He liked me being able to grind as hard or as soft as I wanted to, and he could just lay back and enjoy watching me fuck myself with his big fat dick. The problem I had with that, was that my office floor is essentially concrete with thin office style carpet.

I had a blanket that I would lay down, and had a makeshift pillow that I would give him to rest his head on, but for me to straddle him meant that my knees would be on this concrete. Like I said earlier, he was 20 years younger, and my knees would start to hurt after a little while. It sucks getting old, especially when you’re talking about fucking like a jack rabbit while in your 40’s.

The typical routine was that he would show up, and I would buzz him in. He would come in to a dim room with candles burning, and a mix of some slutty girly sissy pop playing lightly in the background, and begin to undress in silence. I would undress, put on a babydoll slip over my bra and panties, do my lipstick in a compact mirror at my desk, then walk over to him, kiss him all the way down his body until I was on my knees, then I would start sucking his cock.

This particular time was a little bit different, though it started out as the same routine. As soon as I put the head of his cock in my mouth, he would make a loud groaning sound, which would trigger me to squeeze his ass cheeks. He would look down at me, and with a mouthful of his cock, I would look up at him and gently shake my head as if to say, “be quiet, baby.”

“I love the way my cock looks in your pink lips,” he said lightly, “it makes your lips look like a pussy.”

I would nod and moan softly, which would make my lips and tongue vibrate around his cock, and he loved that. It usually triggered him to put his hands on the back of my head, and begin softly fucking my face, forcing me to take his whole cock in my mouth, and he would hold it there. Sometimes, he would take one hand and pinch my nostrils together, making it impossible for me to breathe without choking on his cock, and that made his cock get even stiffer.

I had our blanket laid down on the floor like normal, and I would put lube, condoms, rags, and poppers on an office chair that was right at the head of our makeshift bed. We would move to our floor bed, and he would lay on his back and I would turn around, 69 style, and put my pussy close to his face.

He would finger me sometimes, and stick his tongue in and out of my pussy like it was a cock, but mainly he would just grip my ass cheeks in his big hands and pull them apart, moaning as I sucked his cock. He would give me directions from time to time.

“Give some love to my balls, baby, but be gentle, they’re sensitive and full of cum for you.”

I would do what he told me to do, and put one of his balls in my mouth, gently purring and lightly pulsating my tongue around it, then switch to his other ball and do the same, as I stroked his meaty dick softly with my hand. He loved this, and I could physically see and feel his cock getting harder as I did so. It was such a turn on. After about 5 minutes of me loving and sucking on his balls, he was ready to fuck me.

“Get on me, baby. Ride that cock for me.”

I would gladly oblige. I would go back to sucking his cock, and without looking up, my hand would reach over to the chair and grab the rubbers, lube, and poppers. After slobbering all over his cock for a couple of minutes, I would take a rubber out, put it in my lips, and use my mouth to slide it over his raging boner.

I would then apply lube to it, grease my pussy up, and ask him how he wanted to fuck me.

“I feel so good laying back like this. Why don’t you get up on me and ride it? That way you can work it in at your pace until you’ve got the whole thing in you.”

I would do whatever he asked, so I pulled my panties to the side and straddled him, then reached back to guide his rod right into my sweet spot. I began methodically working it inside of me. After a couple of minutes of slowly working it, I would take a hit of poppers, and as I exhaled, I would let it go all the way inside of me. It was a rush, and both of us would groan in pleasure when it happened.

After a couple more minutes had passed, as much as I was enjoying the feelings in my pussy, my knees started hurting. He told me to work through the pain, and I tried, but after a minute or so more, it hurt too much and was taking away from the pleasure I was trying to experience.

“I need a break, daddy,” I said to him, while gyrating on his rock hard cock, “my knees can’t take it anymore.”

This is when he looked around, and had his great idea.

“How about this?” he said, “I’m gonna sit in that chair, and you can ride me while I’m sitting there.”

I had my concerns about it, mainly because it was a standard office chair with arms, not an executive chair, or a swivel chair, just a normal chair you would find in a waiting room or something along those lines, and there was not enough room for me to face him while taking his dick. I really like looking into a man’s eyes when he’s deep inside of me, so he can see what he’s doing to me, and I can impulsively kiss him, or whisper in his ear as he’s pulverizing my pussy.

“If we do that, daddy, then I’ll have to turn away from you,” I said, “and I like looking at you.”

He said it was worth a shot, and for me to “bitch up” as he called it, and do what he wanted me to do. I couldn’t argue with that logic, and I got turned on even more when he called me a bitch, so I put all of the rags, rubbers, lube and poppers on the desk right in front of me, covered the chair with a towel, and told him to have a seat.

He sat down and exhaled, while his cock stood at full attention. I turned around, grabbed hold of the arms of the chair with my hands, and asked him to hold his cock steady, so I could guide my pussy onto it. I took a few deep hits of poppers, again pulled my panties to the side, and started getting busy. I got the wrong angle at first, and had to back up and approach him again. This time I got it just right, and he slid warmly inside of me.

As I exhaled, I could tell that I definitely hit whatever made him feel good, as he groaned and said, “Goddamn baby” to me as I began to go up and down on him. This new angle was actually making his cock hit my “G-spot” much more directly than when I straddled him or he fucked me in missionary position.

I know a lot of people think that being the “girl” in this scenario is degrading. The person taking the dick is largely considered to be the “bitch” in society, and they are largely frowned upon, but those people simply don’t know what the fuck they’re talking about. There is no better sexual feeling than having a man deep inside of you, and feeling his cock throbbing with pleasure as it goes in and out of you.

As I found my rhythm, I began bouncing on his dick in a much more spirited manner. I began gyrating all around it in every direction that I could, and when I felt his balls on my ass cheeks, I would sit there for 10 or 15 seconds, and grind down even harder on him. He was groaning in approval, and would lean forward to kiss my back as I kept pouncing on top of him like a bitch in heat.

“Oh baby, goddamn, baby,” he said in a low, baritone voice.

“You like the way my pussy feels, daddy?” I said back to him, in my best soprano voice, in between panting and moaning. My sissy clit was leaking uncontrollably at this point. Each time I would bounce down on his cock, a spurt of cum would shoot out of me, drenching my panties as it did so.

“Yes I do, baby, gonna make me spurt” he said, “let daddy cum inside of you, let me take this rubber off and make you a real girl.”

As much as I wanted him to cum inside of me, and I REALLY wanted him to, I had to refuse him. I was definitely a cock silly disoriented little slut at the moment, but I wasn’t so out of it that I forgot that this was illicit, hardcore sex, and he wasn’t a long time acquaintance of mine by any measure. I told him he could cum in my face and mouth, or he could cum on my back.

“Then get off this dick and get down on your knees,” he said, “and tell me where you want it.”

After thinking about it for a split second, I told him I wanted him to cum on my back, as well as in my face and down my throat.

“Get on your knees, face down, ass up,” he said, and I did what I was told.

As soon as I stuck my ass up in the air, I heard him pull the rubber off, and stand over me. He started shooting his hot cum all over the small of my back. There’s something oddly rewarding about feeling cum drenching your back. I was shaking my ass in the air like a nympho bitch, and could feel cum oozing down my ass and into my gaping pussy, as well as dribbling down my thighs.

He was smearing cum all over me with his fat dick, and slapping his dick on my ass cheeks as he did so.

“Now turn around, look at me,” he said, and I obliged him.

As I turned around, he met my lips with his dick, and shoved it down my throat. His dick was covered in cum from top to bottom, and I slurped up as much as I could, while trying to breathe through my nose and not choke to death. He was moaning in pleasure, and kept his cock holstered as deep in my mouth as it could go. I felt a tear streaming down my face as I was having a hard time breathing and started to choke on his throbbing meat stick.

As soon as he saw tears running down my face, he pulled his cock out of my mouth, and let me catch my breath. He was holding it at the base, and slapping my face with it as hard as he could, which, to be honest, was pretty damn hard. I would gasp like a scared little bitch each time he would cock slap me, and he continued doing this for a couple of minutes until no more cum was shooting out of it.

I used my fingers to gather the cum on my face, and fed it to myself as I looked up at him as submissively as possible. He watched me for about a minute or so, smiling, then reached over to the table and grabbed a rag to clean himself up. I was still panting, still high from the exhilarating experience we had just had, as he began gathering his wits and putting his clothes on.

“Alright, then,” he said, “looks like we’ve found a new position. I liked that, see you soon.”

“Wait!” I said, “Do you have to get out of here so quickly?”

“Yes I do,” he replied, “I got to be at work in an hour, and I got to shower and then catch the bus. Bye, that was fun.”

I tried to say something else, but he turned to me and put his finger up to his lips, and made the “shhhh” sound, then winked at me, blew me a kiss, and walked out the door.

I laid back on the blanket bed, closed my eyes, and fingered my gaping pussy for a few minutes until I came again, then began cleaning up our mess. As I was doing so, I thought to myself, “I could really use a sissy maid outfit right about now

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