One wrong swipe and my cock turned a shy coworker into a freak

Back then, I was working at an ad agency set up in this old, renovated house. It had a big common room, a couple of bedrooms turned into meeting spaces, and an inner courtyard straight out of a gritty ‘70s flick. The place was in a residential neighborhood, no corporate office vibes, just houses all around. The agency had a habit of throwing after-office parties every now and then: beers, snacks, and sometimes even a joint or two, because, well, ad people, you know.

Everything was chill until one Tuesday at lunch, when I fucked up big time…

I was in the break area, eating with my phone on the table, when a message popped up. It was my buddy replying to the birthday greeting I’d sent him that morning (like I mentioned in another story, I’ve got this tradition of sending dick pics to my friends as a birthday “gift”). I unlocked my phone without checking who it was from, and there it was: his “Hahaha, thanks, asshole” and a high-def shot of my cock, front and center. Not just any pic, mind you—a fucking masterpiece. My dick in all its glory, thick, veiny, like it was posing for a premium porn catalog. I always put effort into those shots.

In the split second I opened the chat to admire my work one more time, a coworker was walking up behind me with her lunch tray. She was this petite girl, short hair just past her ears, nerdy glasses, baggy clothes that hid her curves but couldn’t hide how cute she was, with this shy vibe and pink lips that made your mind wander. She glanced at my phone and let out a scream that made everyone turn around. “What the fuck?!” they asked. Realizing the disaster, I shut off the screen in 0.2 seconds and played dumb, but I was shitting bricks. Her face went tomato-red, I swear I could see the blood rushing to her cheeks as she tried to process what she’d just seen. She let out a nervous giggle and said nothing. Everyone went back to their food, but the air was thick with tension.

That night, she messaged me: “Was that… your dick?” Playing it cool, I replied, “Yup, that’s me.” The typing dots danced for like ten minutes, but she didn’t send anything else.

The next day at the office, she couldn’t even look me in the eye. She’d blush, giggle to herself, get all flustered. Then she messaged again: “No, seriously, was that YOUR dick?” “Yeah, why’s that so hard to believe?” I shot back. “Because I’ve never seen anything THAT huge,” she said. I leaned into some fake humility: “Nah, it’s not that big a deal.” And she fired back, “Are you insane? That thing looked like the perfect veiny dildo they use to mold all the others!” I cracked up, sent her a “HAHAHAHA” in all caps, and that was that.

But by Thursday, shit got real. She messaged again: “Sorry, but I seriously can’t stop thinking about your cock.” I upped the ante: “And you haven’t even held it yet.” Silence…

I saw her get up from her desk, and a minute later, a Snapchat from the women’s bathroom hit my phone. It was her pussy, small, pink, glistening, so wet it practically dripped off the screen. “This is how I’ve been since Tuesday, every time I think about what I saw,” she wrote. Holy fuck, my heart was racing, and my dick was already stirring. I bolted to the men’s bathroom, snapped a pic of my cock rock-hard, ready to destroy, and sent it. Her reply: “FUCK, I wanna choke on that thing.” We both went back to our desks, but the office vibe was electric.

Friday rolled around—after-office party day. All I could think about was making her pay for getting me so worked up all week. I couldn’t focus, just kept picturing that perfect pink pussy. The workday ended, laptops shut, and the beers and joints started flowing. We spilled out to the courtyard, which had a gallery, some patchy grass, an unused pool, and a massive wall-to-wall mirror, like the house belonged to some eccentric weirdo. She was with her friends, I was with the boys, but as the night went on, people trickled out, and we ended up in one big group. The office manager said, “I’m outta here. Someone take the keys and lock up.” She grabbed them quick: “I got it.” She shot me a look, and I knew right then—she had plans, and I wasn’t gonna need to drag her anywhere else.

Soon, it was just her and me, picking up cups and wiping down tables in silence. We ended up in the kitchen, and she dropped what she was holding, turned to me, and practically begged: “Please, let me see it. I can’t take it anymore.” I pulled up a chair, sat facing her, and dropped my pants. My cock sprang out, proud as fuck, already slick with precum from all the buildup. I grabbed it and slapped it against my thigh. She unleashed a string of curses: “Holy shit, fuck, fuck, FUCK, what the hell!” She got closer, dropped to her knees, her eyes glinting with a mix of lust and fear. Her mouth was tiny, but she went for it, barely getting halfway before choking, coughing, eyes watering from the effort, but she didn’t stop. Her hands could hardly wrap around it, stroking, playing with my balls, smacking her face with my dick like she was lost in some kind of trance. Seeing this shy, nerdy girl turn into a feral beast, worshipping my cock, was unreal.

I don’t know how long we stayed like that before I lifted her up, sat her on the table, and yanked off her pants. I pushed her panties aside with one finger—her pussy was soaked, pink, perfect. I dove in, eating her out like I was trying to suck her soul dry. She moaned, knocked shit off the table, arched her back. I grabbed her, sucked her tiny, perfect toes, and gave her her first orgasm right there. Between moans, she gasped, “I need you to fuck me all over this office.” She ripped off her shirt, fully naked now, hopped off the table, grabbed my cock like a leash, and led me to the main room where we all worked.

I bent her over one of the desks, doggy-style. I eased in slow, letting her feel every inch, watching her skin prickle from head to toe. When I bottomed out, I flexed the head inside her, and she practically collapsed, eyes rolling back. Then I started pounding, hard. “Holy fuck, you’re gonna split me in half,” she cried, but she pushed back against me, begging for more. Her little legs shook, but that round ass was begging to be wrecked.

“Good luck walking tomorrow,” I teased, and her eyes rolled back again, her skin erupting in goosebumps. Every thrust rattled the desk, her moans like a fucking drug.

Then she said, “Take me to the meeting room.” She was so small compared to me, I scooped her up without pulling out, walking while sliding her up and down, still fucking her, her legs trembling in the air as she clung to me. In the meeting room, I laid her on the table and kept going. The thrill of banging where we’d been pitching clients hours earlier was next-level dirty.

“I swear you’re gonna break me,” she panted, but then growled, “DON’T YOU DARE FUCKING STOP.” She grabbed her small tits, those pink nipples hard as rocks. Her body shook with every thrust, her pussy clenching my cock like it never wanted to let go. Her second orgasm hit, knees squeezing together, trembling with me still inside.

But the best was yet to come. I said, “Let’s hit the courtyard.” I grabbed a tall chair from the gallery, set it on the grass by the pool, with that giant mirror staring back at us. “Get up there,” I told her. Still shaking, she climbed up, got on all fours, her perfect ass up in the air. I went at it, full force. The mirror showed everything: her tiny frame, completely surrendered, my cock sliding in and out, her small tits bouncing. It was like starring in a porno, but better—this was real. I grabbed her arms, pulling them back, and she screamed in pleasure.

Her body quaked, and I could feel myself hitting so deep inside her that I couldn’t hold back. I came inside her like a fucking volcano, pressing tight to give her every last drop. When I pulled out, her skin was covered in goosebumps, her ass red from the pounding, her pussy throbbing and dripping a mix of cum and her juices onto the grass.

We gathered our clothes, scattered all over the office, made sure we didn’t leave any incriminating evidence, and headed out. She locked up, we laughed, and we each went home.

And let’s just say, that wasn’t the last time we got wild in that office…