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His mouse hovered over the link while his hand vibrated lightly. He read the synopsis and wondered whether he should read it, but something in the pit of his stomach began the slow familiar burn of temptation.
His thoughts turned to her, his co-worker. She had been through a lot and confided in him. He had to admit to himself that he felt the stir when she divulged that she wrote erotic fiction. He had read the literature and have found it extremely effective, but he had never met an author. Sitting in his office as she so casually dropped that she wrote the sordid material made his heart skip a beat.
He didn’t feel it appropriate to ask for a sample, even though he was curious, but the conversation swirled in his mind till he could take it no more and began the investigation. He recalled she had stated her work was posted online. She had even mentioned her stalemate with a Beauty and the Beast story that had become dark, and the joy of re-writing fairy tales.
With the minimal information he had begun the search online. After many clicks and adventures down strange rabbit holes he discovered Literotica. He clicked on the available profile and was surprised at the description. If this was her she definitely hid that side from the school community. Delving further he found her Twitter account. Part of him felt almost dirty stalking her like this, but he pushed the thoughts aside, pursuing more information before making judgement whether it was truly her.
Her profile picture looked like her. He knew those legs, he had observed them many times, crossed in his office as she vented to him. She always wore shorts which showed off her long, muscular legs. Granted the picture was of younger legs, but he could not mistake them as hers. He flicked through the photos on her timeline. He felt his cock stir at the image Etimesgut Escort of her full breasts covered in freckles. He blushed imagining her standing naked in his office, those breasts bare to him.
The next photo sealed the deal, those gorgeous legs in the bath. He could almost see parts of her he really shouldn’t, and it excited him. What he did see were the tattoos he knew well. It was her, and he returned to the story sight to view the list of short stories she had created.
He started with the Fractured Fairy Fucktales and was instantly aroused, and slightly impressed at her writing skills. She had mentioned that she writes for emotion, placing her readers in the story and he could feel that in her writing as his hand instinctually moved to the growing bulge in his pants.
He relived the memories of popular fairy tales presented in a very different light, enjoying the sensations that they aroused within him. His fingers manipulated the hardening rod contained at his crotch, pressing firmly against the shaft, and massaging the length. He breathed deeply with each stoke, feeling himself stiffen further with each word he read.
The warmth began to build in his stomach as he felt his climax nearing. He closed his eyes and imagined her, the author, standing in his office as he read her work or, better yet, her reading it to him. The though made his cock ache. His hand quickened, the long strokes now short and fast. His fingers gripped his shaft harder, rubbing his rod through his pants.
He leaned back in his chair, legs opening, feeling his balls tighten as he exploded in his pants. His cum soaked the front of his pants as he continued to milk his cock, emptying his balls into the thin material.
***
He returned to the site over the course Etlik Escort of the holidays, reading individual stories. He could see her concern over Beauty and the Beast, it definitely had dark undertones. He was equally disturbed and highly aroused by the Office Quarantine series. He wondered it she put herself into the stories. Did she want these things to happen to her. That thought made his cock stir once more. He imagined the co-worker he knew being abused and tormented by the office staff. His cock responded in kind.
He read each instalment of the series with his hand inside his pants, no longer content with stroking from the outside, he desperately needed to touch skin to skin. His fingers wrapped around his throbbing cock as he imagined her being made to cum over and over until she passed out, a wet puddle on the floor. He wondered if he could do that to her.
His fingers squeezed his shaft as he imagined watching her being taken by a room full of men. Would he get involved? Would she let him? His cock throbbed under his grasp. He began the long strokes that would bring him to a satisfying end. Each chapter made him harder. The cum building up in his balls, straining to be released. The final chapter was too much. Imagining her with two cocks in her pussy pushed him over the edge.
His hand was rough on his shaft, short, jerky movements as though his was one of the cocks driving deep into her stretched pussy. The warmth flowed through him as he once again exploded into his pants. The cotton fabric soaked up wave after wave of his seed.
He wondered if he would be able to face her when they returned from holidays.
***
It was towards the end of the holidays when he checked the site again and found the story that currently stumped him. He Eve Gelen Escort hovered the mouse over the title, not sure if this was one story too far. ‘The Counsellor’ intrigued him. The synopsis suggested it might be about him, he wasn’t sure if he should read it. Was it pushing the professional boundaries? But then, wasn’t reading the rest of them pushing the boundaries as it was?
He took a deep breath and clicked the link. The first few lines confirmed his suspicion, it was about him. She had detailed her own fantasy about taking him in his office. Though slightly uncomfortable he could not resist reading the whole story.
He could imagine every scene she described. His hand moved to stroke his cock through his pants, imagining it was her pussy rocking back on forth on his lap. Having seen her ample breasts on her Twitter page he could easily picture her breasts in front of him. He licked his lips in response to her portrayal of him biting her nipple, his breathing became deeper, his hand quicker.
An involuntary groan escaped his lips as he read her account of his cock entering her soaked pussy. He released his restrained cock and grabbed his shaft, enveloping the rod as her tight pussy would have done. He rocked his hand back and forth on his throbbing muscle, mimicking the movements in her story.
The idea of him stretching her pussy, being too much for her was exquisite, he nearly came reading that line. His thumb spread his developing excitement over his head, the wetness a sensation akin to a soaked pussy on his knob. Their kiss added a romance he did not expect, or a hunger he desperately craved with her.
His hand glided over the length of his shaft, grasping tightly as his growing orgasm matched that of his counterpart in her story. Throwing his head back he howled out the climax his character could not, exploding his cum over his stomach. His mind created the image of her vibrating body on his; his fingers reproduced the spasm of her pussy on his cock, drawing his seed from him in spurts.
He sat at his computer, panting from the release, his cum warm on his stomach. He wondered how he would face her at school tomorrow.
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