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"Hey, Theresa!" Brian had just texted Theresa.

"Hi Brian!"

"I wish I could have spent more time with you this afternoon."

Theresa responded, "Me too! But I understand. Too many prying eyes."

"You looked good today. I shouldn't say this, but I was tempted to feel you up."

"Mm-mm, why didn't you? I would have liked that." Theresa shivered in delight at the thought of Brian's hands on her.

Brian sighed as he typed. "Too many eyes and cameras. Maybe sometime, if no one is around, I will."

Theresa admitted, "That's so hot! I think the fantasy of sex at work is such a turn-on."

"I want to feel your big tits in my hands."

Theresa felt herself growing warm. "Does that make you hard?"

"You know that it does." Brian wished he could touch himself.

"I like when your cock is hard. Can you play with it right now?"

"I wish. She's still up."

"So is he."

"When you can, pinch your nipples for me and be my good little girl."

"Yes, Daddy!" She knew that response would make him even harder.

---

Theresa and Brian worked for the same company. Brian was a field tech, and Theresa did the scheduling and payroll for the techs in the department Brian worked in. He and Theresa considered themselves friends and had a close online friendship. They never let that relationship bleed over to their working relationship. At work they were professional but friendly.

Both were married, and neither displayed any dissatisfaction with their lives. They chatted often online in the evening and late into the night. Quite often the discussion would turn sexual, with each of them masturbating as they chatted.

---

Nine months earlier.

Brian sat in his work van, closing his most recent service call on his work cell. He looked at his schedule and the time. His next call wasn't scheduled until after lunch. He had enough time to stop by the office and pick up parts for a call scheduled near the end of the day.

Just as he was getting ready to drive, his phone alerted him to a new text message. "All Techs: Be at the office at 13:00 for a MANDATORY meeting. Your attendance is critical. DO NOT be late!"

His personal cell rang almost immediately. It was Jack, his coworker. "Hey, did you get the text?"

Brian replied, "Yeah, just now!"

"What do you think it's about?"

"I don't know; I think it has to do with that woman, what was her name, Theresa, who said she was from corporate."

"Do you think the rumors of the merger or buyout are true?" Jack asked.

Brian shrugged his shoulders in response. "You've seen the rumors online; it's no secret that we're for sale. When that Tommy guy bought us, he did say there was a five-year plan, and this is year five."

The meeting lasted precisely seven minutes. The rumors were true; they had been bought out, and in exactly four weeks all employees, at least the ones that would still have a job, would report for work at Allied Communications. Outside in the parking lot, the techs and installers gathered and discussed the events that had transpired.

Of the thirty-six employees at General, only twenty-two made the transition. Four left immediately; the other ten were RIF'ed before the transition.

Brian went to find the coffee machine in the break room. There he saw someone he recognized, Theresa. "Hey, I recognize you!"

Theresa smiled, "Hello, Brian, I recognize you as well. Welcome."

"You work here?" Brian was still surprised to see her.

"I do," Theresa smiled. "And we will be working together."

"What were you doing at General for that month?"

"Nothing very exciting," she explained. "Basically, it was transferring all of your payroll and benefits information over to Allied. We use a lot of the same software, but some of it doesn't directly translate."

This was the first time he had spoken to Theresa or been this close to her. Her hair was dark and long, reaching almost to her waist. She had pretty eyes behind her glasses; they sparkled when she smiled.

"You said we'll be working together; what will you be doing?" Brian asked her.

"I'll be your service co-coordinator. I'm the one assigning jobs to your queue and setting appointment times. And working with you and the other techs. I'll also submit your time cards and PTO requests to payroll."

"You do know that I don't start until 10:00 and work later?"

Theresa nodded her head in acknowledgment. "Yes, and I'm excited to finally have a tech working later."

In the coming days and weeks, Theresa's cubicle was the one place in the new office where he felt welcome and comfortable. He would come in after lunch and do his paperwork. He would sit and chat with Theresa as she worked. He began to appreciate her quick wit and dry sense of humor.

Brian was glad their supervisor had come with them; he served as a buffer between the overly aggressive branch manager and techs from General. He could feel the resentment from the Allied techs as the techs and installers from General still wore General uniforms and drove General vehicles and only serviced the General accounts.

"Good afternoon," Brian announced his arrival at Theresa's cubicle with a cheery voice.

Theresa looked up from her work and gave him a warning. "Be careful, they're watching everyone who's coming in and keeping track of how much time they spend in here."

Brian rolled his eyes. "Sure they are, cheap bastards."

He set his paperwork on the desk and pulled the spare chair over so that he was near Theresa. Without looking up, he whispered, "I found you on Facebook last night."

Theresa cracked a wry grin. "Did you? And what did you find?"

"Pictures."

"What kind of pictures?" Theresa looked over at Brian with a doubtful look.

Brian looked up. "Amazing pictures from an artist. You work with fabric like a painter works with oils."

Theresa blushed, "Well, thank you, kind sir."

"Would you find it inappropriate if I added you as a friend?"

Theresa shook her head. "No, that would be fine."

---

Brian was an amateur photographer. One of the main reasons he had switched from Android to Apple on his personal phone was the quality of the camera on the iPhone and the photo editing capabilities. During his day he would often find photo opportunities.

As he sat in Theresa's cubicle, he would share the pictures he had taken with her. She was looking at his phone when an alert from Scrabble popped up on the screen.

Theresa gave Brian a long look. "You play Scrabble?"

"I do," Brian answered.

"Would you like to play with me?"

Brian purred and winked, "I'll play with you anytime!"

Theresa blushed, "That's not what I meant."

"I know, but a guy can hope," Brian laughed.

Theresa rolled her eyes in mock disgust, but her smile told the true story. "Message me on Facebook with your Scrabble username, and I'll start a game with you tonight."

Brian stood up and put his completed paperwork in Theresa's tray. "Perfect! Well, I had better get rolling before someone starts to complain."

"Bye!" Theresa waved and went back to work.

---

Theresa was a good Scrabble player, holding a slight advantage in the games won. Brian was impressed with her vocabulary and her skill at using the board to her advantage. One night out of desperation, Brian played the word "tits," and then on his next play, "cock."

Theresa texted on the game app. "So, do you want to play dirty word Scrabble?"

Brian replied, "Sure, what's that?"

"We write a story with the dirty words we use as we play."

"Okay, sounds like fun."

The rest of the evening was spent playing Scrabble and exchanging highly suggestive sexual messages.

When Theresa played the word "fetish," she asked Brian, "What are your fetishes?"

Brian was already highly aroused. "Anything to do with breasts and lingerie, that would be my biggest fetish."

"What about lingerie?" Theresa was curious. "Do you like wearing it?"

Brian laughed as he typed his reply. "No! I like seeing nice and sexy lingerie on women. I have, on occasion, used a bra on my cock as I masturbated."

"That is kinky, but hot at the same time. Would you masturbate using my bra?"

He shivered at the thought, "I would; that would be such a turn-on."

Theresa smiled as she read his response. "You never know."

"What do you mean?" Brian queried.

Her smile grew even larger. "You never know; you just might get that chance."

"Do you like sexy lingerie, Theresa?

"Yes, I do," she responded.

"Do you own any sexy bras?"

"Um, not really, not what I would describe as being sexy."

"Why not?" Brian was curious.

"I've never thought about it. Who would appreciate me wearing it?"

"I would."

"Just how would you appreciate it?" Theresa wondered as she replied.

"By talking to you about what you were wearing and asking you about how it makes you feel. How it turns me on knowing what lingerie you're wearing. What do you think about buying some?"

Theresa paused for a moment before replying. "I'll think about it. If I did, would you like to see a pic of me wearing the bra?"

"I would love that!"

---

Theresa looked up from Brian's phone. "You are a good photographer. Have you thought about publishing some of your work?"

Brian shook his head. "No, that would make it too much like a job. I think it would take away the enjoyment."

"I can understand that; that would be like me selling quilts online. It would cease being a want-to and become a have-to." Theresa agreed. "But, be more careful of what you have on your phone. Or did you leave pictures of your erection on there with the intention of me seeing them?" She raised her eyebrows at Brian as she handed the phone back to him.

Brian blushed. "No, I meant to delete them."

"Mm-hmm." Theresa didn't sound convinced. She looked around her cubicle and then whispered, "You have a very nice cock."

The blush deepened from a crimson to a deep red. "I'm so sorry..."

"Oh, I just bet you are, naughty boy." Theresa smiled at him; in her mind she wondered what that cock would feel like in her mouth.

---

"Are you wearing a bra?" Brian didn't look up from his reports.

Theresa blushed. "Of course I am."

"What color is it?"

"The same color that my face is at the moment." Her blush deepened a couple of shades.

Brian was incredulous. "No way! Red!"

He looked at Theresa with disbelief. Calm, conservative Theresa, wearing a red bra?

She gave Brian a very quiet smile. "You remember the one you showed me?"

Brian's jaw dropped. "The shelf bra?"

Theresa only nodded her affirmation.

Brian felt his cock stiffen as he remembered that particular conversation. It had turned him on showing her pictures of bras he found attractive. He had masturbated as they had chatted and discussed what they had liked and disliked about each of the bras he had shown her. Brian had no idea that she had ordered at least one of them.

"And you bought it in red, like the one I showed you?" His voice was just above a whisper.

Theresa nodded again. "It's the exact one you showed me."

"Will you show it to me?"

She gave a little shrug of her shoulders. "Maybe. We'll see."

"You're my naughty little girl, Miss Theresa." Brian got up from his chair; it was time for him to get back to work.

Theresa gave him a self-satisfied grin and gave him a little wave. She enjoyed it when he called her sexual names when they chatted, but in person it seemed more personal and much more erotic.

Ordering the bra online had been an impulse buy, and until it had arrived, she had regretted spending the money. After it had arrived and she had tried it on, those regrets vanished. It was hard for Theresa to believe that wearing it could have the effect on her that it did.

Looking at herself in the mirror as she got dressed that morning had turned her on. Her erect nipples were exposed over the top of the red lace of the bra. Her silk blouse teased her naked nipples, causing them to remain hard and erect. A light button-up sweater hid her nipples from view, but Theresa still felt exposed and, to her surprise, aroused. She had wondered what Brian's reaction would be when he found out she had ordered the bra he had sent her pictures of. Or what he would think once he found out she had purchased several of the bras from her secret sewing fund.

---

"OMG! That's so hot!" Brian exclaimed in a chat message!

Theresa smiled as she read his message. "So, you're not disappointed?"

She had waited for several weeks to send him the picture of her wearing the red bra. She still hadn't told him of the other two she had purchased. She had worn the black quarter bra to work, and as with the red bra, her naked nipples had been teased all day. Theresa had been in a constant state of arousal the whole day.

"Disappointed? Hell no! You look so freaking hot wearing that!" Brian was almost drooling looking at the picture of Theresa wearing the red bra and her erect brown nipples poking over the top of the cup.

She knew he wouldn't be disappointed. Unlike some other men she had known online, Brian had never been pushy or demanding that she send him sexual pictures. Those men had always made her feel tense and on edge. When chatting with Brian, she felt comfortable. And quite often, as she was now, quite aroused.

"I'm glad you liked it; I certainly enjoyed wearing it and taking the picture for you."

Brian rubbed his growing erection through his sleep boxers. "Does it make you feel sexy when you wear it?"

Theresa nodded at the screen. "Feel sexy? The whole time I wear it, I feel turned on."

"Mm, yum!"

"I have a secret; do you want to hear it?" Theresa let out a little giggle as she sent the message.

"I would love to hear it." Brian waited in anticipation.

"When I bought the red bra, I actually bought two more."

Brian's jaw dropped. "No way! What did you buy?"

A picture of Theresa wearing a blue quarter-cup bra appeared on his screen. For a long moment he was speechless, rendered mute by her picture. His fingers hovered over his phone as he tried to come up with an appropriate reply.

"Wow! Just wow!"

Theresa's face glowed, partly with embarrassment and partly with pride. "I'm glad you like it. It was what I was wearing today at work."

Brian sounded wistful. "I wish I would have known."

"Maybe you should ask," Theresa teased.

"I may have to start asking. How did it feel wearing it to work?"

"I feel very sexy wearing it."

"You look very sexy." Brian paused for a moment and then asked, "What's the third bra you bought?"

Theresa smiled at the screen. "I haven't tried it on yet. You'll have to wait until I wear it to see it."

"When will that be?" Brian tried to remember all of the bras he had shared with her.

Theresa imagined Brian drooling with desire and possibly with his hand on his erection. That thought pleased her; she enjoyed arousing him. Finally, she typed her response. "I'm not sure. But I do have an idea."

"Do tell." Brian's response was instantaneous.

"Not yet." She thought about telling him her plan, but too many details still needed to be worked out before she could share her idea with him.

---

"I like your writing." Theresa didn't look up from her computer screen.

Brian pretended to be engrossed in reading the newest version of the company safety manual. He was in the office to read the manual and then to take a test. He wondered what the punishment for failing would be. He cast a sideways glance at Theresa. "I had hoped you would enjoy my writing."

Theresa looked over at Brian and said in a very quiet voice, "Enjoy? Isn't that the word you used for..." She then silently mouthed the word "Masturbation?"

Brian gave her an astonished look and shook his head. "I hadn't thought about that." He furrowed his eyebrows and then asked, "Well, did you -- enjoy yourself?"

Theresa turned beet red. "I think you know the answer. That's why you sent me the story, knowing full well what it would do to me."

"I didn't know, but I had hoped..." Brian stopped as the HR director walked up.

"Brian. Can I ask why you are in here?" The HR director was a balding little man with beady eyes. Theresa had mentioned once or twice that he creeped her out at times.

Brian held up the safety manual. "Just following the email I got from Mike to come in here, read the manual, take the test, and sign the acknowledgment." Mike was Brian's direct report and had come with Brian from General.

The HR director looked disappointed at Brian's answer. "Don't dawdle; there's still work to be done." With that admonishment, Mr. Beady Eyes continued to his office.

"Officious little prick," Brian whispered under his breath.

---

Brian left Mike's office and sat down in Theresa's cubicle. There was no Theresa, but there was a note. "Brian, don't leave until I see you!"

He pulled his personal cell from his back pocket and sent a text to Theresa, "I'm at your desk."

Her reply was almost instant. "Be right there."

Theresa was there about the same time as Brian was reading her text. She was wearing a mischievous grin as she sat down.

"Today is your lucky day," she said, with the grin growing. She handed Brian a box.

He looked puzzled. "What's this?"

"Don't open it here. Wait until you get into your truck."

Brian gave her a quizzical look.

"Please." Theresa mouthed her silent plea.

He nodded and put the box on his clipboard. "I better get out of here; I see he's giving me the big eye."

Once in his company truck, he opened the box. On top was a folded note; he opened the tissue paper and found a black satin bra. He unfolded the note and began to read.

"This was my one sexy bra before I bought the new ones. I want you to masturbate with this bra. I don't normally ask for pictures of penises, but I do want to see you masturbating with my bra."

He pulled the bra from the box and held it up to his nose. It smelled clean and fresh, like the soap he thought Theresa must use. He used his personal cell to snap a selfie with him holding the bra next to his face. He sent Theresa a copy with the caption, "Thanks!"

---

That evening as they chatted, Theresa asked, "Do you like it?" She was referring to the bra.

"I love it! You really surprised me. I really didn't expect you to give me one of your bras." Brian looked at the black piece of lingerie still in the box.

"Will you -- use it?" Theresa was curious.

"Oh yes!" He removed the bra from the box and fondled it. He loved thinking about her breasts being ensconced in the black satin material.

"I want you to enjoy yourself, and the pun is intended."

"Are you able to join me?" Brian asked.

Theresa sighed as she looked at her daughter watching the television. "No, my daughter is out here with me. But, please, don't let that stop you. We can still chat."

"It will be like you're watching me. I like that, being watched." Brian was aroused. He had been in a constant state of partial arousal for most of the afternoon since opening the box from Theresa.

"I've never watched a man masturbate." Theresa admitted. "Have you masturbated for women before?"

"Yes," Brian admitted. "It's one of my fetishes, being watched."

"Are you doing it right now?" She knew what the answer was but wanted him to tell her what he was doing.

"I am."

"Tell me what you're doing."

"My cock is hard, and I'm slowly stroking it while touching your bra." His hand moved slowly up and down his excited shaft.

Theresa wished she was alone; she wanted very much to be able to play with her wet pussy. "Does it turn you on knowing my breasts were in that bra earlier today?"

"Were they?" Brian answered back, surprised.

"Yes, I took it off when you were in with Mike."

"So, you were braless when I was talking to you?" Brian's astonishment continued.

Theresa wore a smug smile as she replied to his message, "Yes, very much braless. I wanted to tell you, but too many people were around."

"Did you enjoy being braless?" His hand continued slowly stroking his stiff manhood.

"I did." She admitted. "I liked how the material of my blouse teased my nipples as I moved.

"Are you still braless?"

"Of course," she answered.

"Can you play with your nipples without being seen?"

Theresa glanced over at her daughter; she looked to be engrossed in something on her tablet. "If I'm not too obvious."

"Pinch them!" Brian wished he could see her pinching her nipples. His hand moved back and forth his swollen length. He looked at his thick cock and then at her bra.

While watching her daughter through the corner of her eye Theresa began to pinch and tug her left nipple. She turned slightly to keep her fingers out of her daughter's field of view. "Have you started using the bra on your cock?"

"Not yet, do you want me to start?"

"Yes." Theresa hit enter and sent the one word. She stared at the screen for a moment. "And show me."

Brian wrapped the soft material of the bra cups around his cock and began to pump back and forth. He loved both how it felt and how it looked. He always felt so very kinky when he jacked off with a bra around his cock. This was even hotter as it wasn't a bra he had purchased; it was one that, up until earlier today, had been worn. He thought of her soft, warm tits occupying the cup that his cock was presently in.

As he jacked off with the bra on his cock, he took a series of pictures for Theresa. He stopped as he examined the series of pictures he had just taken; he selected two from the series and texted them to Theresa.

"I wish you were here watching me." Brian texted as he resumed masturbating.

She watched as the first image and then the second one opened on her phone. Her mouth watered as she looked at the swollen tip poking through her bra. "I wish I were there sucking on your cock."

Her finger pulled and pinched at her nipple, causing her already wet pussy to tingle. She was looking forward to taking a bath tonight, a nice hot bath where her fingers would work their magic on her clit and pussy. With a little luck, and given her current level of arousal, she may be able to squeeze out multiple orgasms tonight.

The bra on his cock and Theresa's words were about to send Brian over the top; he could feel his impending orgasm building. "I'm going to cum!"

She squeezed her legs tight and began to rock back and forth while her finger and thumb tugged hard on her nipple. "Do I! Fill my bra with your cum! Think about cumming on my tits!" Theresa felt hot and slutty. She couldn't stop her fingers from texting. "Show me your cum!"

That was the straw that broke the proverbial camel's back. His eyes rolled back, and he felt his balls spasm as his first heavy spurt squirted into the cup of her bra. That was followed by a second, third, and fourth spurt of his thick, hot crème. He looked down at the mess he had created and was quite pleased. He snapped a couple of pictures of his still hard cock and the cum in the cup of her bra.

"I wish you were here to put this back on."

She looked at the image of her bra, the one cup partially full of white cum. "I would put it on; I want to feel your cum on my tits."

"That felt so good." Brian's hands were still shaky from the intensity of his orgasm.

"I'm going to go," Theresa replied. "I need to get into the bath."

"Cum for me."

"I will."

"Okay, I'll see you sometime in the morning." Brian leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes.

---

"You wanted to see me?" Brian addressed Mike.

Mike looked up from his desk and removed his glasses. "Yes, I need a favor from you."

Brian liked Mike; he was a good supervisor. He was fair, had a sense of humor, and, most importantly, he had his employees' backs. "Sure, what do you need?"

"I need you to come in late on Thursday; we're replacing the access control system. All of the card readers will be installed. You will need to install the new system. You will be working with Theresa; after it's powered up, she will get the software uploaded and updated with all the user information."

"What time do you need me here?" Brian asked.

"I think you can come in after lunch. You can get started then. Then at 5:00 we'll kick everyone out, you can power down the old system, and do the changeover."

Brian nodded. "Okay, I'll come in after lunch on Thursday; let me go talk with Theresa and see if she needs anything from me."

"Thanks, Brian, I appreciate you doing this."

He left Mike's office and walked to Theresa's cubicle, where he pulled up the spare chair. In his mind, it was his chair, as he had never seen anyone else occupy it.

Theresa looked up as Brian sat down. "Has Mike talked to you?"

"Yes, I just talked with him. He told me, we're working together on Thursday."

Theresa turned in her chair to face Brian. "I asked for you to help me on this project. I hope it's not inconvenient."

Brian shook his head. "No, not at all. Do you have time to show me where the system is?"

Theresa stood up and motioned for Brian to follow her. "This way."

She stopped at an unmarked door, unlocked it, and turned on the lights. "This is the server room. The servers, alarm system, and access control system are kept in here."

Brian looked around the room. "No cameras?"

"None," Theresa answered. "I'm the only person here with a key or permission to be in here." She pointed at some equipment still in boxes. "That's the equipment, and I'll have you mount it on the wall where that plywood is. You'll have to run a Cat-6 line from the switch over to the control unit and another Cat-6 to the desk for the laptop."

"No WiFi?" Brian asked.

"No, they want everything hardwired."

Brian looked around one more time, and once he was satisfied, he said to Theresa, "I'm good. I'll be here Thursday about 1:00."

---

With the extra time Thursday morning, Brian showered and shaved. He used his favorite aftershave; he wanted to make a good impression on Theresa. He remembered that she always commented when he wore it.

"I'm here," Brian announced, and he approached Theresa. He had his tools and everything he thought he might need packed in a rolling toolbox that he pulled behind him.

"Perfect," Theresa replied. She was wearing a cream-colored dress that looked to be made from silk and not a dress Brian could remember seeing her wear before. When her sweater fell open, Brian was sure he could see the outline of her nipples poking through the dress.

She unlocked the server room and let Brian in. "You can get started doing your thing, and I'll take the laptop and get it set up."

The afternoon passed quickly for Brian as he busied himself mounting the equipment and running what wiring was necessary for the Cat-6 lines.

"Okay, everyone is gone, and the fort is locked down," Theresa quipped as she came in the door.

Brian looked at his watch. "Already? Wow." It was just after 5:00pm.

"How close are you to being done?" She asked.

"I'll have the new system fired up in fifteen minutes. I have everything wired; I just need to crimp my splices."

Ten minutes later, Brian was finished. He looked at Theresa. "Okay, it's all yours."

Theresa nodded and picked up the phone and dialed out. Meanwhile, Brian went to the bathroom, and on his way back, he stopped to get a cold drink.

"Bad news," she announced on his return.

"What?"

"They blew the server this system was supposed to report to, and they don't have a spare. They're hot-shotting a replacement, but it's going to be a few hours. We can't leave until this system is up and running."

Brian shrugged his shoulders. "Not much we can do other than wait."

They sat in silence for a few minutes, then Brian asked, "What bra are you wearing today?"

"I've been waiting for that question," Theresa flashed a mischievous grin. "It's the third of the three sexy bras I bought."

Brian's interest was piqued. "What color is it?"

"Black," she answered.

"That's hot," he replied, looking at Theresa with desire in his eye.

Then he remembered the conversation that had started months ago. "I still want to feel you up."

"Do you think that's a good idea?" Her tone was almost mocking him.

Brian shook his head, "Probably not."

"I see." Theresa kept her eyes on his.

"But it's something you think you want to do?"

Brian nodded his head, "Uh huh."

"Then why don't you do it if that's what you want to do?"

They both stood up at the same time: Theresa turned so her back was towards Brian; she undid her hair clip and let her hair cascade down over her shoulders. Brian put his arms around her and nuzzled her neck as his hands made their way to her breasts. As he fondled her breasts, he began to get an inkling of the bra she was wearing.

"You got the one that looks like bondage, didn't you?"

Theresa was enjoying the feeling of his hands caressing and squeezing her breasts. "Yes, I did. I bought it for you. For you to see and fantasize about me being your submissive slut."

His cock began to swell, and he pressed it against her, humping her with his hard-on. His hands fondled her breasts while his thumbs and fingers pinched and tugged at her nipples. "You know how that turns me on."

She reached behind her with one hand and began rubbing up against his swelling sex organ. "I can tell." Her voice was like honey. "I like turning you on and making your cock hard."

"You do it so well."

Theresa turned around and wrapped her arms around Brian's waist; she looked up into his eyes. "Kiss me."

He pulled her body close to his. He wanted her to feel his heat and excitement pressing against her. His mouth moved to hers. Their lips locked, and his tongue entered her willing and wanting mouth. The kiss deepened, signaling the desire that both of them felt for the other. For months they had masturbated together while texting their innermost fantasies to each other. Now, in this moment, those fantasies were coming to life.

"Unzip my dress," Theresa whispered.

His fingers pulled down on the zipper and unzipped her dress all the way to her waist. The look in her eyes told him what she wanted. Without asking, he pulled her dress off of her shoulders and let it fall. He knelt down and gathered her dress up from the floor and folded it over the back of one of the chairs.

The black bra barely covered her nipples; the multiple straps gave the illusion she was bound. The panties matched the theme of the bra, with black straps circling around.

"That's so sexy." Brian's voice was tinged with lust.

"Show me," Theresa responded. "Show me how sexy you think it looks."

Brian took a step back, and with deliberate slowness, he undid his belt. His finger pulled down his zipper, and then he undid the button on his work pants. He removed one boot and then the other before letting his pants drop. His boxers looked like a blue tent with a fleshy tent pole.

"Those, too." Theresa pointed at his boxers as her mouth watered.

He removed his boxers and tossed them on the chair. He faced Theresa, his erection fully aroused and pointing skyward.

Theresa stepped forward and dropped to her knees and looked up into Brian's eyes.

"You know what I want." His voice was firm and in command. "I want you to suck my cock."

"Yes, sir!" Theresa replied as her own arousal began to take over.

She took his warm, stiff shaft in her hand and began to slowly pump it back and forth. Her tongue flicked out at his swollen cock-head. Theresa opened her mouth wide and began to take his cock into her mouth. His hands gathered up her hair, and his hips began to rock back and forth, meeting the movements of her hand and mouth.

He had masturbated to this very fantasy as they had chatted in the past. This was much hotter. He looked down and watched his cock fucking her mouth. Without thinking, he said, "You're such a hot cocksucker, Theresa."

She let out a little moan at his words, her right hand slipped into her panties, and she began to rub her clit in tight little circles while she sucked his cock. It felt big, warm, and very hard in her mouth. With each thrust, the tip touched the back of her throat.

He thrust a little faster and a little harder into her wet and willing mouth. He could have easily finished like this, using her mouth to make himself cum. But he wanted more; he wanted to taste her pussy, he wanted to feel his cock owning her pussy.

Theresa was close to cumming when he pulled his cock from her mouth. She was a bit surprised; she was expecting him to finish in her mouth. She wanted to taste his cum and show him that she indeed was a good little slut by swallowing his creamy load.

"Get on the desk." Brian and his erection pointed at the small desk. "And lay down."

Brian tugged at her panties and pulled them off. He smiled, "You're smooth."

"I am. And I shaved last night to get rid of any stubble. I hope you like it." Theresa purred like a kitten.

"Like it? I freaking love it." He spread her legs and got down on his knees. He shook his head. "You have one of the prettiest pussies." He loved how she tasted when his tongue licked at her pretty pussy.

Theresa played with the hair on Brian's head, pulling his mouth tight against her sex. Her hips began to hump against his mouth. She wanted to fuck his face with her hips, and she wanted to cum against his face.

Brian reached up and put his hands under her bra and began to play with her tits. He was surprised at how large her breasts actually were. As his tongue flicked and sucked on her clit, both thumbs and forefingers worked at her nipples. He pinched and rolled her rubbery nipples, pulling on them as if he were trying to induce lactation.

She was already getting close to cumming when his teeth bit lightly on her swollen clit. Lights flashed in her head. The wave of lust that she was riding crested, and she began to cum on his face.

He felt her body shake, and he could taste and feel her orgasm. Brian loved how she tasted, that exotic blend of a woman. His face and his shirt were wet. He was thankful that he always kept a clean spare shirt in his work truck.

"You still need to cum." Theresa sat up and got down from the desk. "What would you like, my pussy or my mouth?"

"I'm going to be greedy and say both. I want to fuck your tight pussy from behind, then I want to use your mouth to make me cum."

If Theresa would had been a cat, she would have been purring. "I like that." She reached out and began to stroke his still hard erection. She spread her legs and leaned over the desk and waited for his fleshy spear to penetrate her creamy, wet pussy.

Brian stood behind her and introduced his thick, hard cock to her waiting pussy.

"Fuck me, Brian, make me your slut and own me with your big cock." Theresa reached between her legs and helped guide his cock inside of her.

Brian held on to her hips and began to piston in and out of her; his heavy balls slapping against her ass with each thrust. "Does my naughty girl like Daddy's big hard cock fucking her tight little pussy?"

"Oh yes, Daddy's big dick feels so good, fuck me Daddy, fuck me!" Theresa was lost in the fog of lust. Without thinking, her right hand dropped between her legs, and she began to masturbate while Brian used his stiff cock on her.

Brian reached up with his left hand and squeezed Theresa's bouncing left boob. "I love your big tits. I wish I would have packed lube; I would have loved to have fucked your tits and cum on them."

"Or my face?" It wasn't going to take much to make her cum again.

Brian exhaled deeply as he thought about his cock spurting on her lips and cheek. "I want that; I'd love to cum on your pretty face."

The fact that she was being fucked at work by a co-worker made her feel wanton. The idea of him finishing on her face made her feel even sluttier. Her finger strummed her clit as his cock drove in and out of her wet pussy. It almost felt like it was too soon as her second orgasm hit. As was often the case for her, her second orgasm was even more intense. She could feel her pussy contracting as her body shook.

He could feel it as well; it felt like her pussy was trying to jack his cock off. He knew his own orgasm wasn't far off. But he wasn't ready; he wanted more of her.

Theresa reached down between her legs again, and she grasped his hard cock and removed it from inside of her. She turned and looked at Brian. "I want you to fuck my mouth."

She lay on the desk on her back, with her head hanging over the edge. "I want you to cum. I don't care if you cum in my mouth, on my tits, or on my face. I want you to use me; I want to be your slut."

It was all Brian could do to not cum listening to her words. He was drunk with lust at this moment and needed her to give him the release he desired. She opened her mouth wide as he introduced his erect manhood into her mouth. He began to pump in and out, and with each motion he went a little deeper into her mouth until his cock completely disappeared into her mouth.

His hands fondled and squeezed her tits as he fucked her mouth. He could feel her moan as he pinched and pulled her nipples. That was what was going to send him over the edge.

"I'm going to cum." His voice was thick and raspy with desire, and his knees felt like rubber.

He pulled his cock from her mouth, and her hand grasped it and began to jack him off in short, fast strokes. She held his cock against her cheek as it began to spasm.

"Oh, fuck," he exclaimed loudly as the first thick rope of cum spurted onto her cheek. He could feel his balls contracting and his cock spasm as his cum shot from the tip.

Theresa opened her mouth and let him ejaculate over her lips and into her mouth, her tongue teasing the tender underside of his cock-head. Her hand kept stroking his shaft well after the last drops of cum had spurted onto her face.

Brian helped her sit up, and he held her.

"I must look a sight." Theresa managed a weak smile.

He shook his head. "You look amazing."

"Did I live up to your expectations?" She reached for a box of Kleenex on the desk.

Brian gave a little laugh. "No."

"What?" For a moment Theresa was perplexed.

He kissed her sticky cheek. "I had no expectations. You are amazing; that was so hot."

Theresa hugged him. "We had better get cleaned up."

They had just returned from the restrooms when the phone rang. Theresa answered it, nodded her head, and said, "Thanks, same to you."

"We're online. We can go home."

They walked out to the parking lot together and stopped at Theresa's SUV.

"Thanks for the help." Theresa turned and faced Brian.

"Anytime," Brian responded. "Any more projects on the horizon?"

Theresa gave him a smile, and she winked. "You never know."