Young colleague

I told my husband I wasn’t sure about attending the office party, grumbling that it would be dull. Little did I know, the night would take an unexpected, thrilling turn. I caught a handsome young colleague stealing glances at me, and soon, I found myself returning his looks. Before long, we slipped into an empty office. Without a word, our lips met, tongues intertwining in a heated kiss. His firm hands slid under my skirt, squeezing my ass before hiking it up. I pressed against him, my fingers brushing over the bulge in his pants, feeling his hardness for me. I couldn’t resist whispering in his ear, “God, I want you right now.” He smirked, his voice a low, teasing growl, “You’re about to get exactly what you want, Mrs. G.” He didn’t hold back - though shorter than me, he lifted me up onto the desk. My skirt was bunched up around my waist, and I raised my ass, so he could tug my panties off. He now stood between my wide open thighs, his hungry eyes locked on my wet pussy as he unzipped his pants, pulling out his thick, hard cock. I felt it press against me before he shoved it in, filling me up with one deep, rough thrust, making me gasp as my body jolted on the desk. He started fucking me hard, his hands gripping my hips, pulling me into each brutal stroke, the desk scraping against the floor with every move. My legs wrapped around him, while my hands clawed at the scattered papers beneath me, crumpling them as I moaned. He growled in my ear, “Fuck, Mrs. G, your pussy’s so damn wet and tight for me.” I panted back, “Screw me harder!” He grinned wickedly, slamming into me even harder, my ass sliding slightly on the polished wood with each raw, dirty thrust. "Harder!" - I moaned, and his pace quickened, his grip tightening as he pounded me relentlessly, my moans growing louder, not caring who might hear. I could feel the heat building inside me, my body trembling as I got closer, my nails digging into his shoulders now. “I’m gonna cum,” I gasped, my voice desperate. He grunted, “Fuck yeah, cum for me, Mrs. G,” and with a few more brutal thrusts, I shattered, my body convulsing as waves of pleasure ripped through me, soaking him as I cried out. He didn’t stop, his thrusts getting sloppier but still hard, his breath ragged in my ear. “Shit, I’m gonna blow,” he groaned, and I tightened my legs around him, panting, “Do it, fill up my pussy!” A second later, he let out a low, guttural moan, slamming into me one last time as he came, his hot release spilling inside me, his body shuddering against mine. We stayed like that for a moment, both of us panting, sweaty, and spent, the desk a mess beneath us, before he finally pulled out, leaving me trembling on the edge of the desk.