One day, lingering at work, I sat and habitually looked through yesterday’s recording from her computer, hoping to find at least something. Already there were almost 9, and in the office except me there was only one more employee. Olya, 25 years old, thin, smart, in glasses, obsessed with Twitter, very tall and always tanned, with her short haircut, small chest and eternal worn jeans looked more like a boy than a girl. Once a week or two she brought to her home a new, unfamiliar, judging by the talk, guy, and passionately fucked him. She filmed everything on a hidden camera, and then, revising, masturbating in the evenings or playing with pebbles, according to the Kegel method. I tried to masturbate, looking at her, but her depravity did not compensate for her completely unfeminine appearance, so I did not get up.

At some point, apparently bored, she approached me and began a conversation. About the work, about the weather, about Sterv (it’s amazing that everyone hates her, but they still haven’t understood who her informant and ally is). It seemed she would never shut up. While she was chatting, I imagined her naked, lying on my desk, and wagging her skinny ass. When I wanted to stop the conversation myself and go home, I felt that, oddly enough, I was excited. I really didn’t remember when it was the last time - I had to take advantage of the situation and at least masturbate, but first shove Olya. Only after a couple of minutes, I somehow could interrupt her endless monologue.

- Listen, Ol, sorry, but it's too late, but I need to finish something here.

- Oh, I swore you? Sorry, sorry ... I just sit, miss, wait until the club opens - so I decided that you were just sitting too.

She settled into a nearby place, put on her headphones and began to watch a movie. I could not wait to jerk as soon as possible, and I went straight to the toilet. I went into the booth, unbuttoned his fly, and began to furiously masturbate a quickly falling member. For several minutes I tried unsuccessfully to overcome his lethargy, evoking the image of the Sterva and her lap.

- Damn talkative bitch! - I cried out in anger.

I was sweating all over the attempts, but my dick was soft and small, like a baby's. Having surrendered, I went to collect things.

Olya was still sitting, having thrown her long legs on the table. I looked at her, sticking out from under the shirts, nipples and felt my dick begin to harden again. Fuck you! I couldn't believe I'm getting excited on her! On this hanger whore. We must try to dissolve it for sex, until my dick fell again! I have nothing to threaten her with, but she, it seems, is going to have sex, and so I might be lucky.

- Why are you looking at me like that? - Olya took me out of my stupor. It was only then that I realized that I had been standing for a couple of minutes and looking at her lustfully.

- How? - I decided to start a conversation somehow.

- As if you undress with your eyes.

- Why as if? - I squeezed out of myself, burning with embarrassment, not so much from the arrogance of the phrase, as from her frankness.

Olya raised an eyebrow and looked at me in surprise. She thought about something for a few seconds, then got up and went out into the light to the window. She stretched out and, raising her arms, slowly spun, letting me see me. Then she froze and asked if I had time to see everything.

I thought that maybe she was not very feminine, but how bold, how open. My dick stood more than ever in the last year. It would have been possible to turn around and hide it, but instead I straightened up, walked over to her and pointed with my eyes to the knoll in my pants

Olya looked down and looked at me in surprise. Raising her eyebrows, she put her hand on my pants and began to stroke my cock.

“And you are not at all what I imagined you ...” she said thoughtfully, hugging me.

- And how did you imagine me?

Olya was silent, her hand unbuttoned my fly and got into the panties.

- Quiet so, you never do something on impulse, a bit unpleasant, to be honest.

I put my hands on her butt and pressed her to me. Her breasts were very small, but her nipples were so hard and big, I squeezed and twisted them with my fingers, and in the meantime she was already masturbating me with might and main: her hand went along my dick faster and faster, and I couldn’t discharge for so long. I was overwhelmed with ease, for a very long time orgasm did not come to me so easily. I felt his slow but steady approach. And for some reason I did not doubt at all that I could achieve it. When I no longer had the strength to hold back, I pressed on her shoulders, and she did not have time to clasp my cock with her lips, as I shot into her mouth.

Olya did not pull away, but licked my dick further, rolling sperm in her mouth. She gently sucked him until he finally fell, and only then shoved him back into the pants and stood up, smiling smugly. On the edge of her lips hung a drop of my sperm. I reached out to remove her, but she carnivorous licked her tongue and swallowed.

I was just overwhelmed with lightness and cleanliness. This sex, so spontaneous and short, was the purest and most natural sex in my life. And for the first time in a year, an orgasm did not bring me fatigue and sediment of disappointment, but filled me with energy and clarified the mind.

Olga began to gather and go to the door, I went with her. Somehow it naturally turned out that we first went together, and then also went to her together.

***

Back in the elevator, I began to kiss her face and neck with kisses, and before we could go inside her, I pounced on her. Not even letting her take off her shoes, I pressed her to the door, ripped down her jeans and began to study her body. Her ass was small, but pumped and hard. All the hairs below were shaved smoothly, which made her look more like a little girl than a woman. I turned her face to the wall and forced her to bend over. Rubbing the drool over my head, I slowly entered it. Describe what I felt inside her is impossible, you have to try it yourself. She was not just narrow or wide, like almost all women, she constantly squeezed me with her vagina. From below, then from above, as the dancer moves her body, she circled her muscles, driving me to a frenzy — I could not move at all and still have an orgasm.

My movements in her and her movements around me merged into one incredible dance that drove me crazy. At some point, when I had almost ceased to understand where I was and what I was doing, she stopped compressing me, and I immediately stopped. Olya put her hands on me and pulled away. Turning her face slightly to me, she pointedly licked her finger and inserted herself in the ass.

For a few minutes she just stood caressing herself from behind. She fiddled with her ass, trying to shove her first second and then third fingers. Her arched back and tense legs looked amazing, and I just stood and admired the view of her athletic body. At some point, Olga pulled out her fingers and, taking my penis in her hands, sent him inside.

Of course, I saw her sleep with a lot of other guys, but I was still surprised at how freely I entered her tiny ass. Olya moaned and arched herself passionately, sitting down on my dick. With her fingers, she caressed her clit and, moving closer to her orgasm, she moved faster and faster. Together with her, I began to approach orgasm, and when she, finishing, squeezed my cock, I also finished.

After standing a bit together, we opened up and put ourselves in order. I leaned against the wall, and Olga plopped down on a galley. Fully dressed and not even having time to take off our shoes, we looked as if we had just entered. I felt a keen sense of the irrelevance of all that happened between us, almost strangers.

- And you just beast. I did not even think that you are capable of such. - Olga purred in a satisfied, still slightly breathless voice.

But even after the words so pleasant for my vanity, the awkwardness did not disappear. I stood leaning ... Read more →