I was standing in the little supply closet, trying to find the legal-sized paper with letterhead, but wasn’t having much luck. I was just about to leave and go ask someone when the lights went out. The door closed an instant later, and I found arms slipping around my sides. Breasts pressed against my back and the intruder’s hands went straight to my belt buckle.
“What the fuck… what are you doing?” I stuttered. I was like a deer in the headlights: I knew I should do something, but I was frozen. I couldn’t see a thing, I didn’t know who this was, and there was barely enough room to stand with two people in here. If I’d managed to do anything, it would be without pants because she’d already managed to push them down to my knees.
Despite my surprise and shock, I was growing hard quickly. Her hand closed around my cock, and with a firm grip she pulled me around to face her. She remained silent as she dropped to her knees; there was only enough light leaking in under the door to make out a very vague outline of my abductor.
Without pause, I felt the warmth of her mouth engulf my member. A second later I felt her hands on my ass, squeezing and pulling me deeper into her mouth. It wasn’t long before I was completely hard and approaching climax. She just took me deeper, forcing the head down her own throat until my heavy balls tickled her chin.
The anonymity of the situation was such a turn-on, such a thrill, that I felt myself already close to coming. She knew it, too, because she started bobbing her head faster and faster, sliding her lips up and down my shaft, taking me balls-deep each time.
Suddenly the waves crashed. I began shooting my semen down her throat and she immediately pulled back. Her hands left my ass; one took my shaft and pumped my come into her mouth while she sucked hard on the head.
The only sound she made was to smack her lips as she popped my spent cock out of her mouth. With her hand still tight around my cock, she turned me back around to face the shelves. She stood and, a few seconds later, stuffed her balled-up panties into my mouth. They smelled strongly of pussy, and I realized where her other hand had gone after she let go of my ass.
During the two seconds I spent imagining her fingering herself, she slipped out the door.
I took the panties out of my mouth, but stood there with my pants around my ankles for a long while. I was still in a state of shock. Had that just happened? It had taken me by surprise, and was over in seconds. At least it felt like seconds.
She was gone without any indication of her identity. There wasn’t enough light in the room to see anything more than vague shapes in different shades of black. About the only identifying feature was her perfume.
They say smell is the sense most closely tied to memory. I guess I’ll just have to pay attention to which coworker’s perfume makes me think of blowjobs.
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