It was another late night at the office, the kind where the fluorescent lights hummed like they were in on our secrets. Willy and I had been coworkers for two years, bonded over endless deadlines and even more endless dirty jokes. He was the married one, serious on the surface with that square jaw and wedding ring glinting under the desk lamp, but underneath he was as filthy-minded as they came. We both watched the same porn, trading links like currency, but he always claimed he was straighter, more disciplined. I was single, openly bi-curious, and loved pushing his buttons.
"You know, Willy," I said, leaning back in my chair with a grin, "your wife must love that thick, long cock you brag about. How many inches again? Eight? Nine?" He snorted, not even looking up from his screen. "Seven and a half, and girth that makes her eyes water. Unlike your pencil dick, which probably needs a magnifying glass." We laughed, the tension familiar and electric. I shot back, "At least I joke about playing with your balls while you watch. Bet they'd feel heavy in my hand after a long day."
Willy paused, his serious facade cracking into a smirk. "Keep talking like that and I'll show you how a real man handles a horny bastard like you. Porn's got nothing on the real thing." The air thickened as our banter shifted. We were alone, the building empty, and suddenly the jokes felt heavier. "Horny? Me? You're the one sweating just thinking about it," I teased, standing to stretch. He rose too, stepping closer. "Dripping with sarcasm, maybe. But let's see who's wet and panting first."
His hand brushed mine accidentally—or not—and the spark ignited. "This is just talk, right?" he muttered, but his eyes dropped to my crotch. I laughed, sharp and witty. "Talk until it isn't. Your thick cock sounds like it needs a blowjob more than your wife's pussy ever did." Willy's breath hitched, but he fired back, "You wish. I'd have you on your knees before you could say 'ass.'" The room spun with heat as we edged nearer, dialogue turning raw.
"Prove it, married man," I challenged, voice low. "Show me that long cock and I'll make you forget straight." He unzipped first, revealing his hard length, thick and veined, already dripping. "Fuck, it's bigger than you said," I admitted, dropping to taste him. The blowjob started slow, my tongue swirling as he groaned, "Witty little shit—suck it harder." We swapped, him taking my cock deep while I fingered his ass, both of us sweating, panting, horny as hell.
"Your ass feels tight," I muttered between licks. "Wet from all that dirty talk?" Willy growled, pushing me against the desk. "Shut up and fuck me rough." He bent over, and I thrust in, his cock hard in my hand as we pounded, cum building fast. We came together, bodies slick, dripping with release, the rough rhythm leaving us gasping.
After, Willy pulled away, eyes wide. "What the hell did we just do?" he asked reluctantly, voice shaky. I wiped sweat from my brow, grinning despite the weight. "Jokes that got too real." He straightened his clothes, the serious guy returning, but the air hummed with unfinished business.
Little did we know, this office secret was only chapter one in a much dirtier saga.
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