The Office Crush

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Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, Fa/Fa, Ma/Ma, Consensual, BiSexual, Orgy, Anal Sex, Spitting, .

Desc: Erotica Sex Story: His innocent office crush leads to a hot bisexual orgy!

I was eighteen, had just moved out of my parents' house after breaking up with my girlfriend of two years. I was not ready to go to college.

So against my father's advice I moved to a city far away from my small home town and found a job as a mail boy at a large real estate company, which made it possible for me to rent a small flat and pay for my own car.

Although I was going through many changes at once I was happy. Life was good and full of new possibilities. My job was easy and consisted of delivering inter-office mail, distributing memos and running errands for the company's executives. I did not miss my girlfriend although some days I really missed the sex, but I tried not to torture myself by thinking too much about it.

Everyday after work I would hit my local gym and work out for about three hours. The result was astonishing. I was looking better than some of the best Calvin Klein underwear models without the use of any steroids whatsoever. I was lonely and horny most of the time, but life was good.

Then one day I saw her and everything changed in an instant.

She was sitting at her computer in her cubicle, busily typing words and numbers on her keyboard with her elegantly manicured fingers. She furrowed her sexy brows as she concentrated on her computer monitor and her beautiful lips moved soundlessly as she mumbled words to herself.

I had never seen a sexier woman in my entire life. A white plastic hair band held her dark brown hair up and out of her face. Her lipstick was a sexy shade of dark red that made her full lips look even sexier than they naturally were. Her eyes were a seductive shade of deep brown with dark and long lashes. She was probably in her early thirties, probably too old for me to lust for or even dream of having a small chance with. But I did fall in lust with her at first sight.

My heart started pumping faster as I imagined how it would feel to kiss those full lips or that exquisitely delicate neck of hers. My legs felt shaky as I approached her cubicle with the manila envelope in my hand. I looked at the envelope and read her name: Celeste. It was a beautiful name for such a heavenly beauty.

"Celeste," I read out loud and she must have heard me because she stopped typing and looked up at me.

"Yes that's me," she said in a soft and very erotic voice. "Thanks I was waiting for that. Just put it right here on my desk."

I looked at her face for a long moment, trying to guess her origins. I guessed Latina or Middle Eastern. Whatever her ancestors' nationalities were, the result was this breathtakingly exotic beauty in front of me.

She turned her chair and started working on her computer again. I put the envelope on her desk as slowly as I possibly could, never taking my eyes off of her. I stood there silent for a few seconds and watched her concentrate on her task. She looked at me again, this time quizzically.

"Oh ... hmm," I managed to mumble. "I was wondering if you had any outgoing mail."

She smiled at me.

I could feel a hint of sarcasm in her pretty smile, as if she were telling me that she knew that I was staring at her and she knew that she was giving me a hard on by just sitting there and looking pretty.

"No ... hmm what's your name?" she asked.

"Oh, I'm ... hmm," I genuinely struggled to remember my own name for a few seconds. "Michael ... I mean Mike. My friends call me Mike. I mean ... well please call me Mike!"

"Well Mike," she replied, smiling again, "I'm glad that you consider me to be your friend. I have nothing for you right now, but come back in a couple of hours and I won't let you leave empty handed."

I realized that she was sizing me up and down, looking at me with some interest. Was it possible that she was single? Even if she was ... could she possibly be interested in me?

"Ok Celeste," I said more confidently. "Good deal. I'll be back in a couple of hours."

I left her cubicle and went about delivering the rest of the mail. My heart was still pounding hard and my cock was throbbing in my pants. Damn those hormones, I thought to myself.

I felt as if I were floating in the air. She had smiled at me. She had looked at me with undeniable interest. But that was all there was and no reason to be so happy. Yet I felt hopeful.

What was I expecting to happen? A date? A kiss? Hot sex? Why not? After all I was a very good looking guy in a very good physical shape and any woman would be more than happy to have sex with me.

An hour and a half later I was at her cubicle again. She was talking to a handsome man who was openly flirting with her. She was laughing at his stupid jokes. I was disappointed, almost heartbroken. How silly of me to think that I stood a chance with these professional type idiots buzzing around her even if she was not married or already taken.

"Oh Mike," she said joyfully as if she were genuinely happy to see me. "Make sure you deliver this to the right person."

She extended a small envelope to me. I took the envelope, turned around and left her alone with the office joker slash gigolo. It took me a few minutes before I bothered to look at the envelope.

I could not believe my eyes when I saw what was written on the envelope: MIKE, CONFIDENTIAL. My hands shook as I opened the white envelope.

MEET ME AT THE COFFEE BAR AT 1:O0!

Below this sentence she had written an address. I could not breathe for a moment. I was pretty sure that it was her address on the piece of paper, or some place where she wanted to meet me later. I felt my cheeks flush with lust ... and hope.

At one o'clock sharp I was standing next to the company's Espresso stand in the lobby. Celeste approached me two minutes later with a beautiful smile on her face.

"Get me an iced Vanilla Latte and meet me outside," she said and walked away briskly.

Five minutes later I was outside the building with two drinks in my hands looking for her. After searching for her for about three minutes I found her sitting on a bench facing the artificial lake that was made by the same company that we worked for.

She had taken her jacket off and now waiting for me gloriously in her sleeveless white shirt. Her hair was down and her beautiful large breasts were slightly heaving up and down as she took deep breaths of fresh air. I sat beside her on the bench, never taking my eyes off of her as I handed her the drink.

"Thanks Mike," she said in her musical voice. "So tell me ... how bad do you want to fuck me?"

I was shocked by her straightforwardness and choice of words. These were the last words I ever expected her to say to me. I did not know how to answer her question. I was afraid that this was actually a trick question and if I answered truthfully she would throw her drink at me and tell me to fuck off.

"Mike ... how bad do you want to fuck me?" she asked me again when I failed to answer her the first time.

"Hmm ... I want to," I mumbled, blood rushing to my head. I could barely hear my own voice, "I don't know!"

"Well Mike," she said calmly. "That's not the impression you gave earlier when you were fucking me with your eyes. I really like your eyes by the way. You're a fucking good looking boy Mike!"

"I want to kiss you, fuck you, suck you and eat you," words suddenly were pouring out of me. "Badly!"

"Yes ... that's it," she replied. "That's what I like in a man. Honesty and passion ... and you're so innocent. When I'm done with you there will be nothing left of your innocence. But I need you to stay passionate and honest with me. Do you understand?"

"Yes I do," I almost whispered. "But I don't understand..."

"Do you think because I have a boring office job I must be a boring soccer mom?" she interrupted me. "No Mike. I am a very perverted girl. I'm not sure if you can handle me, but I'm going to give you a chance to find out. Be at the address I gave you at eight o'clock sharp tonight. You will get to fuck me senseless as much as you can handle ... with only one condition."

"What's that?" I managed to ask her.

"You have to do exactly as I say," she said very seriously. "No questions asked. No whining. No reluctance. If you fail to follow my directions and rules ... I'll kick you out in a blink of an eye and I'll make sure that you will never work at this place again. I am warning you Mike: You will probably not like the things I will ask you to do for me. But if you don't do what I want you to do then it's adios amigo! Do you think that you can handle a wild one like me Mike?"

I was quiet for a minute. Then I said "yes!"

"Good. Then I'll see you at eight sharp," she said and got up, "Make sure that you shave your balls," she giggled. Then she turned around started walking towards the building.

I was caught off guard and totally blown away. I watched as she walked seductively into the office building. This new development was totally different than what I had in mind.

What did I have in mind? Love? Hot sex with a gorgeous thirty some year old woman? Now she had promised me that I could fuck her senseless if I did as I were told which was indefinitely better than me stalking her forever hoping for a glance or a smile once or twice a day.

But did I have whatever it took to be with her? I was worried and excited about what sort of perversions she had in store for me. Could I really handle whatever she needed from me?

After work I went to the gym. I concentrated on making my already muscular and ripped body look even better for when I took my clothes off that night. Then I drove home and shaved my balls in the shower.

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