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Working at the weekend
Date: 1/4/2016, Categories: Straight Sex, Author: Psyonic, Rating: 3, Source: LushStories
come, it didn't feel as exciting to be naked in front of a huge window, so I stepped away, freeing myself from the cleaner's dick, and went back to my desk. I climbed it, lay on my back and looked at the cleaner upside-down. "You better come too," I said. "And do it into my throat, I know you wanted to get in there." The cleaner stepped closer to the desk and began stroking his dick. I moved so that my head was off the edge of the table and asked him to teabag me. He stepped even closer, I opened my mouth wide, and he lowered his balls into my mouth. In this position they fit all the way inside, and I was able to move my tongue around both of them in my mouth. The cleaner moaned and kept on stroking his dick. Then he pulled his balls out of my mouth, took a step back and his hand started moving faster. I heard him breathing heavily, and I thought that he was about to come too. He stepped back to me, took my head in his hands and shoved his throbbing dick into my throat; it was quite easy in the position I was in. I felt his balls on my nose, he pushed his dick into my throat a couple of times, and then I felt his big hot load shooting down inside me. He moaned and moved his dick in and out of my throat, shooting jet after jet; I gagged and tried to swallow it all. Finally, there was no more; the cleaner pulled his dick out of my mouth, bent down and gave me a big kiss. I rolled onto my stomach, grabbed his dick and licked it clean, taking in every drop of sperm that was left. ... Then I laughed and looked up at him. "I guess that was what they call a shame to tell, but a pleasure to remember," I said. "Yeah..." he also chuckled and wiped his forehead. "You know, I've seen a lot of wanking and sex going on in the offices while doing my job, but it's the first time I've actually had one. I guess that's also something that happens once in a lifetime." I just smiled, not sure what to say. Now that the sex was over, I was beginning to feel a bit awkward. The cleaner grabbed a pen from a nearby desk, bent over and wrote something right on my buttcheek. "Here's my phone number, lady," he said. "Let me know if you ever need your windows cleaned... Or if you ever need any other kind of help." He threw the pen back, went to his clothes piling on the floor, and started dressing. I tried, still lying on the desk, to turn around and see what he wrote on my ass, but it didn't quite work. "Was it necessary?" I asked, annoyed. "You could've used some paper..." "It's sexier like that," he laughed. "Oh, and by the way, you're going home without undies today, because I'm taking these." He picked up my panties from the floor and stuffed them into his pocket. "What?! No, wait..." "A souvenir! Something to tell me it wasn't all a dream." With that he blew me a kiss, went back to the window, opened it and climbed over the rail onto his platform. I watched it going up and disappearing from my sight, and then looked around the empty office. A hell of a weekend work it turned ...