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Solo (g)/Flashback (gxb)

CONTENT WARNINGS: nipple play, masturbation, fingering, rough fucking

          I set my bag down in my dining room table, sinking into a chair, my mind stuck in what happened earlier. It's been playing on loop in my mind since this evening, teasing me.

          I had walked into work this morning, excited to show off the new dress I had bought for work. Although it's probably wrong, I had hoped my boss Derek would notice it. The new red dress hugged my curves perfectly, even giving my small breasts some shape.

          I had set down my bag at my desk before walking into Derek's office, his coffee in hand. He had been busy in his work, looking up at me for only a moment before returning to his work. "Thank you Ana. That's all I need this morning." He said as I had set down his coffee.

           I walked back out of his office, upset he hadn't even given me a second look while I was in there. His own looks disarmed me; a sharp jawline, well defined hands, and brilliant blue eyes. Why couldn't my own looks make him as nervous?

          The rest of the day had passed as normal, other than the compliments I was receiving from coworkers. None of them had mattered to me though. I only wanted Derek to tell me I looked good.

As his assistant, I had to stay late when he did, and today he hadn't left his office at 6pm when he usually did. I had knocked on his door throughout the day, and each time was met with a gruff voice telling me to get back to my desk.

          When it had turned to 8pm, I had opened his door, not bothering to knock. I had grown tired of him ignoring me all day and wanted to know if I was allowed to leave if he planned on spending the night here.

          When I opened it wide, prepared to confront him, I saw him sitting in a chair in the corner of the room, stroking himself. I had gasped in surprise, taken aback with the raw passion I saw as he stroked himself. He had heard me, looking at me straight in the eye. Not stopping.

          Even now thinking about, I feel my body get hot. I sit up slightly, hiking up my dress so I have better access to myself. I slowly run my hands up my body, before slipping my hands underneath my underwear, rubbing my clit slowly.

          I groan out, thinking more about what had happened. His eyes had roamed up and down my frozen body, filled with desire as he took it in. "You in that fucking dress. I've been beating myself raw all day thinking about your ass as you left my office this morning." He had said, stroking his dick faster. "I really wanted to fuck you in it."

          I had gasped, surprised at his honesty, while also incredibly turned on; he had noticed it. "Then fuck me in it." I had said, braving myself to say what I'd been thinking since I became his assistant. Since my eyes first met his own and I had felt so turned on I could barely speak.

          My fingers on my clit move faster, thinking about the surprise on his face. I had walking towards him, hiking up my dress as I had walked. "Holy fuck Ana, you're perfect." He said, eyes raking up and down my bared legs and panties soaked with my wetness.

          I had spread my legs over his waist, kissing him deeply as I ran my fingers through his hair. He raked his fingers over my breasts, the feeling of his fingers stimulating my nipples, making me lean my head back, moaning.

         I had ripped his shirt open, buttons flying everywhere. I scratched my fingers down his chest, so turned on it made me angry, needing him inside of me.

          I had pulled my panties to the side, lining my hole up with his tip. My own fingers now rimmed my entrance, thinking back to how good the bluntness of his tip had felt against me. I had needed it. Needed him.

          He had brought his hands to my hips, pushing me down onto his erection. My own fingers now entered me as I imagined how good it felt to be full of him. "Fuckkkk Derek." I moan out to the emptiness of my house, imagining all the ways he used me.

          I had put my hands on his chest again, using his abs to push myself up and down on his dick. He groaned, gripping my hips tighter. "God, you feel so much better than I imagined. It's like fucking a fucking glove." I had moaned at his words, letting myself drown in the passion of the moment. He had taken over the moment himself, stilling me while he moved his own hips, fucking into me hard and fast.

          My head falls back in the dining room chair as I think of how he perfectly entered me every time. My fingers graze my g-spot and I shiver, it still sensitive from just an hour before. All I can hear is the sounds from earlier of our skin slapping together, of his groans as he uses my body. I moan out, wishing he was inside of me again.

          He had worked me even harder, hitting me hard and deep every time, causing my body to shiver and thrash from above him. My legs had shaken from ecstasy, my body on the verge of snapping.

           When he had brought one of his hands up from my pussy to squeeze the tight points of my nipples which were trying to push their way through my dress, I came, loudly groaning out his name. His own release had soon followed, his groans so hot they pushed my orgasm on, making the high even better.

           My fingers move faster inside of me, needing a release. I can't stop thinking about him. Even when I left the office, I rubbed myself in the taxi home, searching for more release, for something to tame my passions.

          I come loudly, for the second time today, my other hand gripping the table as I work myself through the orgasm. I collapse in my chair, thinking about today. Even though I just came, I know these feelings won't be stifled until I see him again tomorrow. I mentally make a note that I should buy more dresses.

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