The office had emptied hours ago, but Willy and I lingered over cold coffee in the break room, our usual post-deadline ritual. As coworkers who’d bonded over late nights and shared playlists, we’d long ago ditched small talk for the filthy stuff. Willy, the married one with the serious edge, leaned back in his chair, smirking. “Saw that new scene last night—the one with the double feature. You’d lose it.” I grinned, single and shameless. “Bet it was hotter than the one we joked about last week. Remember when you said your cock’s thick and long enough to split a screen?”
Willy chuckled, but his eyes flicked to my lap. “Thick and long, yeah. Yours is probably a pencil next to it. We both watch the same porn, so don’t front.” The air thickened with our usual dirty banter. I shot back, “At least I’m open-minded enough to admit I’d play with those balls of yours just to see you squirm. You’re more straight than me, but that dick size talk always gets you horny.” He shifted, adjusting himself. “Keep joking like that and I might make you prove it. My wife thinks I’m all business, but these chats... fuck, they leave me hard.”
We laughed, yet the jokes stretched longer, sharper. Willy described a blowjob scene in detail, voice low. “Imagine that mouth working a cock like mine—wet, dripping, no mercy.” I leaned in, heart racing. “Or your ass getting pounded while you pant about how wrong it is. You’re sweating already, Willy. Horny from just words?” His serious face cracked into a grin. “You’re single, so you can afford to be reckless. I’m married, but damn if your ball-joke doesn’t make my cock twitch. What if we stopped joking?” The tension snapped when I stood, closing the gap.
Willy’s hand brushed my thigh first, reluctant yet firm. “This is stupid. We’re coworkers.” Still, his fingers traced higher. “But that thick cock you brag about? I want to see if it’s real.” I dropped to my knees, unzipping him. His cock sprang free, hard and veined, exactly as described. “Told you it was long,” he muttered, voice husky. I licked the head, tasting salt, then took him deep in a sloppy blowjob. Willy groaned, thrusting, “Suck it harder—fuck, your mouth’s wet and dripping just like those videos.” He pulled me up, spinning me against the table, yanking my pants down to expose my ass.
We traded places roughly, both panting and horny. Willy shoved me forward, his thick cock pressing against my hole without lube at first, then sliding in with a wet push that made us both curse. “God, this is wrong,” he grunted, pounding hard, balls slapping. I reached back, gripping his shaft mid-thrust. “Your turn next—suck my cock till I cum.” We flipped, me feeding my length into his mouth while he fingered my ass, making it drip. Sweat slicked our skin as we sixty-nined on the floor, cocks thrusting, cum building.
Willy came first, hot spurts flooding my throat as he growled, “Swallow it, you dirty bastard.” I followed, shooting across his tongue, both of us shaking. We collapsed, breathing heavy, his married ring glinting under the lights. “What the hell did we just do?” Willy asked reluctantly, wiping cum from his lip, yet his hand lingered on my thigh. The jokes had turned real, leaving us sticky and unsure.
The break room clock ticked on, but neither moved to leave. Willy’s serious eyes met mine, a spark still there despite the guilt. “This stays between us... for now.” I smirked, already imagining round two. “Your thick cock says otherwise.” He stood, adjusting his clothes, but paused at the door with a wink that promised more filthy nights ahead.
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