Spying On My Naughty Colleagues

I’m looking through the keyhole, again. I know I shouldn’t do this. I know I shouldn’t get lost in pleasure which isn’t mine.

Not in this way, not like this.

Society would judge me for this. But what can I do, besides being myself?

Knelt in a corridor of the office building, protected from prying eyes by the darkness of the night, I spy on my colleagues.

This is the reason I stay late at work so often. Nobody knows it, of course. My boss always compliments me because I work so hard…

Ooh, if he only knew the real me!

I stay late and I wait. I lurk in the darkness and when the time comes, I choose the door.

Yesterday it was Monday and so it was my boss’s one. He always works late on Monday, too. Together with his Personal Assistant, Karina. Indeed, they worked a lot, yesterday night.

When I looked inside the keyhole, she was already kneeling in front of him. His trousers were down his knees, and she was licking and sucking his cock making the most obscene sounds.

There’s not a single time she doesn’t fake it. Of course, it’s clear she loves to suck her boss’s dick but… it can’t be possible to get so much pleasure you feel the need to moan, right?

I guess, but I can’t be sure. I’m a virgin. I’ve never even sucked a cock in my life.

Then, my boss bent her over his desk and fucked her from behind. I have to say it doesn’t happen always. My boss prefers to shoot his load on her face, usually. She always gets so angry at him, when he makes her dress dirty with cum. That would be difficult to explain to her husband, at home.

As they fucked, I spread my legs and slid two fingers in my pussy. I didn’t even have to take off my panties… I usually don’t wear any, at the office, under my skirt. A little secret nobody knows about… which makes me horny every time I talk with a man, imagining what he’d think of me if he knew I’m such a dirty woman.

Yes, I’m a virgin but… technically, I’ve ripped my hymen long ago. I’m a naughty girl who can’t live without masturbating and spying on others. A horny woman with a collection of big dildos at home, which I use every single night.

I couldn’t see clearly in which hole he fucked her, yesterday night, but I suppose it was her pussy this time because she complained to him later on that she wasn’t on the pill. Cum was dripping on the floor, between her spread legs.

She didn’t complain much when he gave her his cock to clean,- though. She caressed it with her tongue until it got too soft to continue and it was clear their Monday session had ended.

I had already reached my orgasm, too. I was just cuddling my spread, wet lips, avoiding my now too sensitive clit. I slid back to my dark office, waiting for them to leave.

Don’t judge me. I feel lonely. I have no friends — not to say a boyfriend. I don’t think I’m ugly, though. I have just never been the kind of girl that feels at ease among others.

Introverts, they call people like me.

I like to look at the lives of others. Even if I don’t envy them, I crave to know those sensations that are to me unknown. How does it feel to touch a cock? How does it feel to be fucked by a man? How does it feel a woman’s mouth on my clit?

I look inside the keyhole I chose tonight. I see the new girl from the customer support unit, Loren. She is French, and as soon as I met her a month ago I knew she was the promising type.

When it comes to my particular hobby, at least. And yet I’d never imagined this to happen in such a short time: only four weeks, and she already fucks her boss.

With a difference from the usual routine of the office affairs: her boss — Grace — is a woman. Married, a couple of years older than her. Strict, serious, and feared by everyone.

If only her underlying could see her now… sitting on her chair; finger fucking, licking and lapping the young girl’s pussy as she lies on the desk in front of her.

I can hear the sound of her juices and I can hear their moans. When it comes to these two women, their pleasure seems so real to me. I think they are in love, I can’t see any other reason behind those tender touches, behind the way their eyes light up every time their sights meet. They are so beautiful: I find myself waiting for Tuesday the most, among all days.

Grace stands up between the legs of the younger woman now sitting on the desk, satisfied. They kiss for long, then Loren unbuttons her boss’s shirt and begins kissing her breasts until Grace can’t stand anymore: her legs are trembling with pleasure, and the hand that Loren had slid under her skirt — even if I can’t see it — is surely achieving the wanted effect.

They exchange positions and this time Grace — her skirt up to her hips — lies on the table while Loren sits on the chair and takes care of her pussy. Grace doesn’t shave: I wonder if the young girl has to fight with the hair on her pussy, or if she doesn’t mind. I wonder if a hairy pussy has a different scent. I miss the smell, among all senses. I can see them, I can hear them; I can’t touch, but I don’t miss it as much as the need to close my eyes and breathe the sex of another human being.

If I could have one of these two women, though, I’m sure I’d go for Loren. She has a small body, small breasts and white skin. She resembles me, in some way. Physically at least.

It takes only a couple of minutes, before Grace grips her partner’s head between her legs, as her body shudders caught by an intense orgasm.

The young girl smiles — I think she’s the type to get more pleasure by giving than receiving — then stands up and pulls down her boss’s skirt.

It’s time to go. I walk back to my office. I’ll keep the light off for a while until I’m sure I’m the last one on the floor.

Then I’ll go home and lie on my bed. I fall asleep immersed in naughty, lesbian fantasies.

Tomorrow is Wednesday, and I’ve got another life to live.

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