How Do You Spell Awkward?

Emily tried to make herself as small as possible as she heard the door fling open. She feared it was Mr Jackson, that he somehow knew she was snooping about in his office and she was about to be in serious trouble.

But this was not Mr Jackson. Emily heard a giggle – definitely a girl, and a low-pitched grunt followed by strange wet sounds as the door clicked shut.

‘Are you sure about this?’ This was a man’s voice, he was breathing heavily.

‘Definitely.’ The girl said. ‘He’s out doing his rounds, he’ll be ages.’ Emily heard the sound of a zipper, loud in the small room, followed by a shuffling fabric sound.

‘Oh my god,’ the girl said, breathing in. ‘It’s so big.’

‘Just… But what if he does come back?’

‘He never does, I do this all the time.’

‘What?’

‘Oh, nothing. Now give me that big fat cock. I want you to fuck me on his desk.’

Emily held the giraffe to her mouth to stifle a gasp. She was hiding here, and these two people were about to… to do it, right in Mr Jackson’s office! She heard more rustling, and more wet sounds before these people moved toward the desk.

‘What am I going to do?’ thought Emily. There was no way she could sneak out: the room was far too small. She just had to wait here, stay hidden until they left. There was the sound, Emily guessed, of Mr Jackson’s computer and other stuff being slid across the desk, followed by silence for a moment.

Then the girl commanded: ‘Come here, big boy. Give me that beautiful big cock.’

Oh my god, they really were going to do it on the desk!

Emily realised she was gripping the cuddly toy very tightly, and biting down on its nose. Every fibre in her body was tense. The box of giraffes was just to the side of the desk, so if she did just peek her head around to see what was happening, there was no way they would see her, surely?

Very slowly and carefully Emily moved her head toward the edge of the box until she could see the girl, sat on the front edge of the desk. She was slim, probably a little shorter than Emily, and she was naked apart from a yellow cap and black army style boots. Her t-shirt and bra were lying crumpled on the desk behind her. Her dark hair was in a pony tail fed through the back of her cap.

Her legs were wrapped around the thighs of a tall, thin man who was leaning forward to kiss her. Emily couldn’t see his torso, but his arms looked strong and he had big hands which squeezed the girls buttocks. His jeans and underpants were crumpled around his ankles. As they kissed, the girl reached between her legs, they both adjusted their positions, and Emily knew the boy was inside her.

She breathed deeply into the giraffe’s nose as the girl leaned back, laying on her t-shirt and clothes. The boy pumped his hips forward and back, fairly slowly, and the girl’s small breasts bounced in time. ‘Oh fuck, yeah,’ the girl said in a loud voice. ‘Give me that big cock,’ louder now. In contrast to the girl’s load moans and crying out, the boy was very quiet. An occasional grunt as he pushed into the girl, but that was it.

Emily watched them for some time, their motion becoming faster. She wondered where the girl’s shorts, or skirt, or whatever she had been wearing might be. Maybe she could grab them and escape? Far too risky, she decided. She would just wait, and watch them.

The boy pulled away from the girl and Emily ducked back behind the box in case they had heard or seen her. How could they have? But then she heard him say ‘Turn over,’ and she slowly looked out again.

She saw his thingy for the first time, and her eyes widened. It was big! Long, and fairly thin, she thought. He wore a condom which was shiny and slick. The girl was now bent over the desk with her breasts pressed into the wooden surface, her pony tail sitting along her back between her shoulders. The boy manoeuvred again, pressed his member against the girl’s pussy, and pushed forward. She screamed, ‘Oh god, yes! It’s so deep!’ and yelped loudly each time he thrust.

Emily stretched her hand out and looked down. His willy was much longer than the distance from the heel of her hand to the tip of her middle finger. How would it feel to have it inside her all the way? Would it feel good, or would it hurt? Listening to the girl she couldn’t tell. Maybe a bit of both.

Emily started to imagine herself pressed into the desk, with this long cock pushing into her. The boy’s strong hands squeezed her buttocks and pressed them hard into the wood. The small of her back arched, pushing herself onto him as far as she could.

Emily heard a small noise, and with a start realised it had been her. She hid behind the box again. She had been lost in her imagination, breathing too deeply to keep quiet, and rubbing the toy giraffe’s legs against her pussy. She did want to feel that big dick inside her, she wanted to know how good it felt and how much it hurt. She wanted his big hands on her, pushing her down. Making her his, using her body.

The girl’s moans and screams were becoming even louder. Surely somebody must hear and come to investigate? Emily carefully peeked out again and her heart skipped a beat.

The girl, face to the side, looked straight at her, smiled, and winked. Then her eyes rolled upwards as the orgasm overwhelmed her.