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No one’s ever asked me this, but if I were a guest blogger I’d want to know: the most popular guest blog ever published on the site is this one – about wearing a butt plug in public. It’s a phenomenal post, written by the excellent @Absolutely_Ruby, who popped back later to record it as audio porn so her sexy words could be accessible to more people. She’s amazing, and her writing is incredibly hot, which is why I’m delighted to welcome her back this week with another real-life sex story, about getting caught having sex in the office…

Caught having sex in the office

We don’t get to see each other much so when he’s working nights I sometimes take the opportunity to pop in and spend some time with him – sometimes the whole 12-hour shift.

It’s nice to have alone time and our office building has a living room set up on the third floor so we can hang out there and watch TV next to the kitchen. I can make him tea and we’ll enjoy the odd snack from the vending machine. It’s not a gourmet restaurant, it’s not a night at the theatre, it’s not even a drink down the local Wetherspoon’s, but its time with him which is what I’m desperate for and I’ll take what I can get.

I come wearing a low-cut top and a short skirt.

I can’t wait to see him: the butterflies build up in my stomach as I wait for him to come and let me in. We go to the third floor and set up in our normal position on the sofa with some tea and biscuits. It’s about 8pm on a Friday night so the offices are empty – no one wants to stay late on a Friday, do they?

I lie on his chest as we watch the TV and inhale his heavenly scent – God I want to bathe in him. I think about the fact that he might leave this shirt he’s wearing now at my place next time he’s over and get a little turned on thinking about wanking whilst wearing it. He runs his hand down my hair and my back down to my ass where he just strokes it gently before playing with the rim of my skirt. I squirm a little trying not to make it too obvious that I’m trying to give him more access to what’s underneath. I’m like an open book when it comes to him touching me though and he senses my squirming almost instantly.

I look up at him from his chest and he smirks down at me before planting a soft and sensual kiss on my lips. Even that is a tease to me – I want more. I want his tongue in my mouth and mine in his, I want his lips devouring me… but that’s not what he’s giving me right now. His small and powerful kiss is taken away and goes back to watching TV, or making out that he’s watching, anyway. I get more fidgety next to him with his arm around me. I love being here so close to him, completely in his grip, completely his.

I am safe, I belong, I am loved and I am aroused.

My big blue eyes are still looking up at him and although I’m sure he knows I’m looking he won’t make eye contact with me. I fidget more, making it clearer I want his attention but still he gives me none. I glance down at his crotch, I can see he’s just as aroused as I am, not being able to control his cock like he does his eyes. My cunt is on fire under my skirt, desperate for his touch, desperate for that growing bulge in his trousers. I run my hand slowly over his thigh smirking up at him and reaching for that hard cock that is starting to test the fabric of his smart, black work trousers. As I grab hold of his firm cock he lets out a small moan and slips slightly forward on the sofa, thrusting his cock further into my hand. I rub it enthusiastically, wanting it so hard that it aches as much as my cunt does.

He looks down at me suddenly, fire in his eyes as we smirk at each other. He grabs my wrist as I grab his cock firmer and he calls me a naughty little bitch.

“I didn’t say you could touch that, did I?” he asks, and I bite my lip and smile again. He smiles back at me. That grin I know so well – that grin that means he’s pleased with my behaviour, especially if that means having to punish me. That grin that means things are about to take a very sexy turn.

He keeps hold of my wrist firmly and kisses me deeply. I love the feel of his strong grip around my wrist, letting me know who’s in charge here, who controls this situation and every sexual situation we have together. Every few seconds I playfully try to pull my wrist away from him and enjoy him tightening his grip. I smile against his lips and he playfully nibbles on my lip.

He pulls away from our kiss and lets go of my wrist before fidgeting back in his seat and undoing his belt, button and fly and pulling his trousers down in his seat.

“Come on then,” he says, “If you’re so desperate for it.”

I smirk as he gently places his hand on my hair and I start to bend forward before he needs to apply any pressure to the back of my head. I take his already rock hard cock in my mouth and he moans loudly.

I take it deep. I enjoy long, slow sucks all the way from the bottom to the tip. I bend over further, completely aware my ass is in the air, my skirt rising up past my pants and he stretches his hand across my back and squeezes my ass hard. I moan, mouth full of cock. He slaps my ass and says ‘come on’, suggesting I sit up.

“Get your pants off” he says and spreads his legs for me to climb on that glorious cock, glistening in the fluorescent office lights with my saliva.

I smile widely, standing up in my small heels and pulling my pants down. I flick them to one side on the floor and stand in front of him – licking my lips as I look at his cock.

“Turn around” he tells me, and I do. Excitedly.

I like a bit of backwards cowgirl and it’s not our default position. I keep my legs close together and lower my dripping cunt onto his firm cock. It slides in easily, his cock covered in my saliva and my cunt covered in my own juices. I moan loudly as I sit down on his cock, the fullness is wonderful and this position hits me in all the right places. He takes hold of my hips and controls my strokes as I move up and down on top of him. He tells me to rub my clit and I do so gladly and eagerly, leaning back onto him slightly as I enjoy both his cock and my own fingers.

Oh, wow, I think to myself, this is some of the best sex we’ve ever had! I love the feeling of his strong hands on my hips, I love that we are both still mostly dressed and I love that we get so desperate for each other.

My eyes are closed, I’m focused on nothing but the pleasure, nothing but the feel of him inside me until…

“That’s not very appropriate, is it?”

We both freeze. Neither one of us said that. It’s a woman’s voice from behind us both. I sit there frozen on his cock. I don’t want to look behind us, I don’t want to know who it is. I want the floor to swallow us both up right now.

I hear my sexual partner’s voice.

“No, it’s not,” he answers. I feel him look behind us and he taps me on the hip to indicate I should get up. I look around. I don’t know who she is but she has a serious and stern face, she’s well dressed, she looks senior in whatever her job role is. I don’t know who she is and I hope to God she doesn’t know who I am.

I slowly stand up, feeling his still hard and slippery cock leave my still wanting cunt. I feel so dirty as it leaves my body and I walk slowly over to my pants and try to pick them up without her noticing, my head lowered slightly, my hair hiding my face.

But when I look up she’s gone already.

Did that really just happen?

Adrenaline is coursing through me even more than it was during our quick fuck. What the fuck do we do now? Am I going to lose my job? Will he lose his job? How many people I work with are going to find out about this?

I go to the toilet to clean myself up and put my pants back on and he goes downstairs to his office. I feel like I should be crying or screaming or something but I’m nothing. I’m so nervous I feel like bursting into laughter!

‘That’s not very appropriate, is it?’ echoes in my head. What a thing to say! It’s almost comical. You’d have to have a sense of humour to say something like that, wouldn’t you? What would I say if I had found someone in that position?

Oh God, how long was she standing there? Did she watch us for a few minutes? Did she stand there in disbelief as to what she was seeing? Thank God we had all of our clothes on! I’ve been naked on that sofa before! Oh my, it could have been so much worse!

I sit in the toilet for a long time, not entirely sure what to do and really wishing I had gone downstairs with my partner – what if I leave the bathroom and she’s out there? What if I bump into her by myself?

Luckily, I didn’t bump into her and I got back downstairs to my partner where we both sat silently wondering what would happen next. Thinking how stupid it was for him not to check the floor and the building before we did stuff like that. He said I should leave but I didn’t want to – I couldn’t cope with being alone right now. I stayed and when the woman who caught us came downstairs to his door to sign out of the building I hid around a corner and tried to listen to their conversation but couldn’t hear anything.

When he came back into the room he told me she had agreed not to report us. She’d laughed slightly, saying “that was a bit stupid, wasn’t it?” He agreed that it was, apologised and thanked her. He told her he was more worried about me than himself.

For the weeks following we managed to laugh about it but every time I was called in for a meeting with my manager I felt like he was going to say he had spoken to that woman.

Luckily, nothing ever came from it and I left a year later. I couldn’t tell you what she looked like to this day. I couldn’t tell you the colour of her hair, her eyes, what skin tone she has, how tall she is… it’s as though my mind has wiped her from my memory. I’ve seen her twice since – she was manning the station in my local area when I went to vote – but I still couldn’t tell you what she looks like. I only even knew it was her because my partner told me afterwards.

Needless to say, we kept office play to a minimum after that night and often think about how lucky we are that she was willing to keep our dirty little secret.