The glow of Elizabeth's laptop screen illuminated her bedroom, casting a soft blue hue over her tousled sheets and the scattered pillows. It was late, the kind of hour where the city outside her window had quieted to a distant hum, but her mind was anything but calm. She adjusted her headset, her dark hair falling loosely over one shoulder as she leaned closer to the camera. On the other end of the video call, Cherki's face filled her screen, his office backdrop a stark contrast—neat stacks of reports and a half-empty coffee mug suggesting he was burning the midnight oil, or perhaps just avoiding sleep to chat with her.
"You know, with the Kyoto team rolling in tomorrow, our days are about to get insane," Elizabeth said, her voice carrying that familiar lilt of exhaustion mixed with excitement. She propped herself up on her elbows, her tank top slipping slightly to reveal the curve of her shoulder. "Meetings stacked on meetings, those endless investigation reports... we might not even have a minute to sneak off for our usual fun in the men's bathroom."
She teased the words out, her lips curving into a mischievous smile, knowing exactly how they'd land. Their 'usual activities' were no secret between them—quick, heated encounters in the dimly lit stall, her back pressed against the cool tile while he thrust into her with urgent need. The risk of getting caught only made it hotter, the office's sterile environment turning into their private playground.
Cherki chuckled, the sound low and rumbling through her speakers. He leaned forward, his dark eyes locking onto hers with that intense gaze that always made her pulse quicken. "Nah, those goons from Kyoto and their investigation reports can wait," he replied, his smirk widening as he ran a hand through his short, cropped hair. "I have a special appointment with my queen. Priorities, right?"
Elizabeth's smile deepened, a flush creeping up her neck. The way he called her 'queen' sent a thrill straight to her core, a reminder of how he worshipped her body during their stolen moments. She shifted on the bed, crossing her legs as if to contain the growing warmth between her thighs. "I can't wait to get to the office so I can have my brains fucked out," she said, her tone playful but laced with genuine hunger.
"By me, of course," Cherki added quickly, his eyes narrowing in mock possessiveness, though the grin tugging at his lips betrayed his amusement.
She laughed, a light, teasing sound that echoed in the quiet room. "Who said anything about it being you?" she shot back, arching an eyebrow. It was all in fun, a game they played to stoke the fire, but the undercurrent of their mutual desire was undeniable.
"Ha! Who else do you think can give you what you want the way you want it?" Cherki leaned back in his chair, folding his arms across his broad chest, the fabric of his button-up shirt straining slightly against his muscles. He exuded that easy confidence, the kind earned from knowing exactly how to unravel her.
Elizabeth tilted her head, pretending to ponder as she bit her lower lip. "I don't know... I can think of a few," she said, drawing out the words to watch his reaction.
Cherki's grin turned into a full laugh, but he played along, unfolding his arms and gesturing with one hand. "Go on."
She paused for dramatic effect, her fingers idly tracing the edge of her laptop as she met his gaze. "Maybe Dave," she finally said, naming their awkward colleague from accounting, the one who always fumbled his presentations.
"Are you kidding me?" Cherki burst out laughing, shaking his head. "No offense to my homeboy, but I've seen him have sex—okay, fine, in that one team-building retreat video that got leaked. From what I can tell, my proficiency is leagues above his level. It's not even close. Honestly, I doubt there's anyone in that office with better performance than me. What do you think?"
He gave her a knowing smirk, the kind that promised he could back up every word with actions. Elizabeth couldn't help but smile back, her body responding to the memory of his skilled hands and relentless rhythm. "Well, you might have a point there," she conceded, her voice softening as heat pooled in her belly.
Cherki winked, the gesture simple but electric, making her squirm. "God, I'm getting horny just talking to you," she admitted, her breath hitching. The banter had shifted seamlessly into something more charged, the air between them thickening even through the screen.
Without breaking eye contact, Elizabeth reached over to her nightstand, her fingers wrapping around the thick, veined dildo she'd stashed there earlier, anticipating this exact turn. It was realistic, almost too much so—silicone molded to mimic every ridge and curve she craved. She brought it to her lips, her tongue darting out to lick the tip slowly, coating it with saliva. Cherki's eyes darkened as he watched, his own hand drifting unconsciously to adjust the growing bulge in his pants.
"That's it, baby," he murmured, his voice dropping an octave. "Suck on that cock like it's mine. Show me how wet you're getting for me."
She moaned softly around the toy, her mouth enveloping the head, bobbing her head as she moistened it thoroughly. Saliva glistened along the shaft, dripping slightly as she pulled it free with a pop. Her free hand slipped under her tank top, teasing her hardening nipples through the thin fabric, but her focus was lower. Hooking her fingers into the waistband of her panties, she tugged them aside, exposing her smooth, shaved pussy to the camera. Her pink folds were already slick, her clit swollen and peeking out invitingly.
"Look at that beautiful pussy," Cherki growled, his words fueling her arousal. "So wet for me already. Spread those lips wide—yeah, just like that. Now shove that dildo in deep. Fuck yourself like I would, hard and fast."
Elizabeth positioned the tip at her entrance, rubbing it up and down her slit to gather her juices, the sensation making her hips buck. With a gasp, she pushed it inside, the thick length stretching her walls as it slid in inch by inch. Her pussy clenched around it, greedy for the fullness, and she angled the camera lower so he could see every detail—the way her lips parted around the toy, the glistening arousal coating it as she began to thrust.
"Oh fuck, Cherki," she whimpered, her hand working the dildo in and out, building a steady rhythm. She spread her legs wider, one foot planted on the bed for leverage, her free hand reaching down to circle her clit with urgent fingers. The room filled with the wet sounds of her masturbation, her breaths coming in short pants.
"That's my girl," he encouraged, his voice rough with lust. "Pound that tight cunt. Imagine it's my cock splitting you open, owning every inch. You're dripping for me, aren't you? Beg for it—tell me how bad you need to cum."
"Please... I need it so bad," she gasped, her thrusts quickening, the dildo plunging deeper with each stroke. Her clit throbbed under her fingertips, the pressure building like a storm. Cherki's dirty talk washed over her, each word pushing her closer to the edge. "Your cock is so much better... fuck me harder in your mind. Make me squirt all over."
He leaned closer to his screen, as if he could reach through and take over. "Cum for me, Elizabeth. Soak that pussy—let it gush like the slutty queen you are. I want to see you explode."
The command tipped her over. Her body tensed, muscles coiling tight as the orgasm ripped through her. She screamed in raw pleasure, her pussy convulsing around the dildo as she drove it in one final, deep thrust. Clear juices squirted out in forceful arcs, spraying across her thighs, the bed, and even splattering onto the laptop keyboard. Wave after wave hit her, her hips jerking uncontrollably, clit pulsing wildly under her touch. She rode it out, panting and moaning, until the last tremors faded, leaving her limp and glistening.
"Holy fountain," Cherki said, watching in wide-eyed amusement, his own arousal evident in the way he shifted uncomfortably. "Save some of that waterfall for when we get to the office, will you?"
Elizabeth laughed breathlessly, pulling the dildo free with a wet schlick, her pussy still twitching. She wiped a strand of hair from her sweaty forehead. "Because of you—see how pent up I was?"
"Then don't worry," he replied, his tone turning dominant, eyes gleaming with promise. "Just a few hours, and I'll make sure to clock in early. Teach you a lesson for shoving a fake dick up your pussy. And since you squirt like that, the punishment's double. I'll bend you over my desk, fuck you senseless until you're screaming my name for the whole floor to hear."
"Damn right you should," she said, her voice husky from the afterglow. "Hurry up and go to bed—I need you to wake up early and give me a good fucking in the morning. Before the Kyoto idiots even show up."
Cherki raised his hands in mock surrender, chuckling. "You know me—I don't disappoint."
She blew him a series of kisses, her lips puckered playfully. "Goodnight, stud." Reaching for the end call button, she pressed it once, twice—nothing happened. Frowning, she tapped harder, but the screen stayed frozen, a faint beep indicating some malfunction. "Uh, Cherki? My button's not working. Probably all that liquid I sprayed... help me turn it off from your end?"
He nodded, reaching for his mouse. "On it. Sweet dreams, queen."
Just as he hovered over the log-off option, Elizabeth's voice stopped him. "Wait—Cherki?" Her expression softened, the teasing edge giving way to something tender. She smiled, genuine and warm. "I love you."
He paused, a slight smile breaking through his usual smirk, his eyes softening in return. "I love you too," he said simply, the words carrying the weight of their shared secrets and stolen passions.
With that, he clicked end call, the screen going dark. Elizabeth sighed contentedly, closing the laptop and setting it aside, her body still humming from the release. Tomorrow couldn't come soon enough—the office awaited, with all its risks and rewards, and Cherki's promise hanging in the air like a delicious threat.
But the night wasn't over for her thoughts. As she lay back, the dildo still warm in her hand, memories flooded in of their first encounter. It had been a late night at the office, much like this one, poring over spreadsheets in the conference room. Elizabeth remembered the way Cherki's knee had brushed hers under the table, accidental at first, then deliberate. The spark ignited quickly—stolen glances turning to whispers, her hand finding his thigh as the conversation veered from work to flirtation.
By the time the building emptied, they were alone, the air thick with tension. He'd pulled her into the men's bathroom without a word, locking the door and pressing her against the sink. His mouth claimed hers in a fierce kiss, tongues tangling as his hands roamed her body, hiking up her skirt to find her already soaked panties. "You've been teasing me all day," he'd growled against her neck, fingers slipping inside her to stroke her clit.
She'd moaned, grinding against his hand, her own fingers fumbling with his belt. His cock sprang free, thick and hard, veins pulsing as she wrapped her hand around it, stroking firmly. He lifted her onto the counter, spreading her legs wide, and thrust into her in one smooth motion. The stretch was exquisite, her pussy clenching around him as he pounded her relentlessly, the mirror fogging from their heated breaths.
"Fuck, you're so tight," he'd grunted, his hips snapping forward, balls slapping against her ass with each drive. Elizabeth had clawed at his back, urging him deeper, her orgasm building fast under his expert thrusts. When she came, it was with a cry muffled against his shoulder, her juices coating his shaft. He followed soon after, pulling out to cum on her stomach, hot ropes marking her as his.
That was just the beginning. Their affair blossomed in the shadows of the office—quickies in the supply closet, where he'd bend her over boxes of paper and fuck her from behind, his hand over her mouth to stifle her screams; blowjobs under his desk during fake phone calls, her lips wrapped around his cock as she swallowed every drop; even risky moments in the elevator, his fingers buried in her pussy while they rode down to the lobby.
The men's bathroom became their ritual spot, though. Something about the forbidden nature of it—the urinals lining the wall, the faint scent of cologne—heightened everything. Elizabeth loved how he'd pin her against the door, fucking her standing up, her legs wrapped around his waist as he drove into her core. Or sitting her on the edge of the sink, her ass hanging off as he ate her out, tongue lapping at her clit until she squirted down his throat.
Now, with the Kyoto team complicating things, she wondered how they'd adapt. Maybe the video calls would become more frequent, like tonight's session—a preview of the pleasure to come. She imagined tomorrow: arriving early, the office still dark and empty. Cherki would be waiting, perhaps in his cubicle, pulling her into his lap the moment she walked in. His hands under her blouse, pinching her nipples as he whispered filthy promises.
"Gonna make you cum so hard you'll forget your own name," he'd say, unzipping his pants to free his cock. She'd straddle him right there, sinking down onto his length, riding him with slow, teasing rolls of her hips. The desk would creak under them, papers scattering as she bounced, her pussy gripping him tight. He'd thrust up to meet her, one hand on her ass, the other rubbing her clit until she shattered, squirting onto his lap.
But he wouldn't stop—punishment, after all. Flipping her over the desk, he'd spread her cheeks and slide into her ass, the tight ring yielding to his girth. Slow at first, then building to a punishing pace, his balls slapping her pussy as he reamed her. She'd beg for more, pushing back, until he filled her with his cum, hot and deep.
Elizabeth's hand drifted between her legs again, fingers circling her still-sensitive clit as she replayed the fantasy. The dildo lay forgotten for now; nothing compared to the real thing. But for tonight, it would have to do. She dipped two fingers inside herself, pumping lazily, imagining Cherki's voice urging her on.
Across town, Cherki powered down his computer, the office silent around him. He adjusted himself one last time, his cock still semi-hard from watching her. Elizabeth's squirting display had been mesmerizing—the way her body arched, juices arcing like a personal geyser. He loved how responsive she was, how she gave herself over completely.
Their relationship had evolved beyond just sex, though it started there. What began as workplace lust had deepened into something real, confessions of love slipping out in quiet moments like tonight. He thought about the ring hidden in his drawer at home—not time to propose yet, with work chaos looming, but soon.
For now, sleep called, dreams filled with her moans and the feel of her body under his. Tomorrow, he'd make good on every promise, turning the office into their erotic haven once more.
Elizabeth drifted off eventually, the afterglow lulling her into slumber, her body sated but already anticipating dawn. The video call had been more than foreplay; it was a bridge to their shared world, where consent and passion intertwined without boundaries. In the fantasy of their office romance, nothing was off-limits, and every day promised new ways to explore their desires.