Tom and Dawn had been inseparable since their first fantastic night together, barely being able to keep their hands off each other. This was difficult at work, where they had decided to keep their relationship a secret. The management frowned upon office romances. This was especially difficult for Tom, who would watch Dawn glide around the office, imagining making love to her over desks, up against filing cabinets, and practically everywhere else he saw her. More than once he had to disappear to the toilets to relieve the pressure building up in his cock just from thinking about her. His secretary had even asked him if he wanted her to book a doctors appointment, thinking there was something wrong with him, he was in and out of the toilet so often. Dawn noticed it too.
"Are you ok sexy?" she whispered to him one day while pretending to show him some documents.
"Fine beautiful," Tom whispered back. "Why do you ask?"
"Well you seem to be spending a lot of time in the toilet, you're not ill are you?"
Tom smiled sheepishly at her; he couldn't lie to her if he tried. "No I'm fine. To be honest it's your fault I keep going in there."
"My fault?" Dawn asked, puzzled.
"I can't help it," Tom laughed. "I watch you around the office and you get me so fucking horny, I either have to get in there and do something about it or walk around with a hard on big enough to startle old ladies!"
Dawn giggled. "You naughty boy! Playing with your cock on company time, you should be ashamed."
Tom groaned. "Don't talk like that or I'll have to go again!"
"Is that right?" Dawn teased. "You mean me talking about you stroking your big, fat, hard juicy cock gets you all excited?"
"Mmmmm, you know it does." Tom shifted uncomfortably in his chair, thanking God to be hidden behind his desk.
"What about if you think of me on my knees, sucking you? A nice, wet, slippery blowjob. Covering your lovely cock in my saliva."
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