Workday Obsessions

Morning light sliced through the curtains of Anna’s university-shared house, the air thick with the musky heat of their shower—Anna’s lips clamped around Alex’s cock, her relentless questions about fucking her flatmates, his raw confession of wanting Bella, Chloe, and Dana, all four women watched by each other. Anna, a literature student with a filthy poetic streak, pulled on a tight sweater and jeans, her auburn hair damp, her smug smile lingering as she kissed Alex at the door, her tongue teasing, her eyes blazing with her cuckqueen fetish. “See you tonight,” she whispered, heading to her campus library job, her hips swaying. Alex, a junior software developer, drove to his tech startup, his cock twitching in his jeans, his mind sinking into a darker, more dangerous place.

The shower’s open talk—Anna’s thrill at his fantasy of fucking her flatmates, her swallowing his cum with greedy satisfaction—should’ve quenched his fire, but it didn’t. A filthier, more treacherous urge consumed him: to fuck Bella, Chloe, and Dana behind Anna’s back, in secret, right in their own bedrooms in the shared house, with Anna and the others present but oblivious. All day at his desk, surrounded by glowing monitors and the clatter of keyboards, his fantasies ran wild, each flatmate—university students in different fields—a vivid, graphic obsession that obliterated his focus. His cock stayed rock-hard, his briefs soaked with precum, every work task a spark for his depraved dreams.

As he debugged a glitchy code script, his mind conjured Bella, the psychology student whose kitchen flirting, her crop top riding up, had left him burning. He pictured sneaking into her bedroom during a late-night study session, the house humming with activity—Anna in her room writing poetry, Chloe and Dana downstairs. Bella’s room would be a chaotic shrine to her psych studies, textbooks strewn, fairy lights twinkling, her blonde hair loose, her university t-shirt barely covering her thighs, no panties, her pussy glistening as she sat on her bed. “Anna’s busy, she won’t hear,” she’d whisper, her blue eyes sparkling, pulling him onto her mattress. He’d rip her shirt off, her full tits bouncing, her nipples hard, and pin her down, his cock thick and dripping as he thrust into her tight, wet pussy. Her moans would be stifled, her nails raking his back, her psych notes crumpling beneath them as he fucked her raw, the bed creaking softly to avoid detection. He’d slam into her, her pussy clenching, her body shuddering as he filled her with cum, her wicked smile sealing their secret as she pushed him out before Anna noticed. A coworker’s Slack ping snapped him back, his cock throbbing, his code a mess of errors.

By noon, crammed in a conference room for a team sync, his thoughts shifted to Chloe, the art history student whose bold smirks and lush curves haunted him. He imagined slipping into her bedroom during a house party, music thumping downstairs, Anna mingling with friends, Bella and Dana distracted. Chloe’s room would be an eclectic mix of art prints and sketchbooks, her curly brown hair wild, her tank top low, her leggings peeled down to reveal a satin thong, her pussy pink and dripping as she leaned against her desk. “Fuck me now, Anna’s right outside,” she’d purr, her green eyes daring him, her fingers spreading herself open. He’d bend her over the desk, her ass raised, his cock slamming into her, fast and brutal, her moans muffled by her own hand, her sketchbook sliding to the floor. Her pussy would grip him tight, her curves bouncing, her bold laugh turning to gasps as he fucked her senseless, her juices soaking her art supplies. He’d cum hard, flooding her, her smirk triumphant as she adjusted her leggings, shoving him out before Anna wandered upstairs. A teammate’s question about APIs jolted him, his cock aching, his notes a scribbled disaster.

After lunch, slumped in a meeting room for a client call, Alex’s mind latched onto Dana, the kinesiology student whose intense gaze and toned body drove him wild. He envisioned creeping into her bedroom early morning, the house quiet, Anna asleep in her room, Bella and Chloe still in bed. Dana’s room would be minimalist, yoga mat rolled up, anatomy charts on the walls, her dark ponytail swaying, her sports bra and leggings clinging to her sweat-slick frame, her pussy wet beneath the fabric as she stretched on her floor. “Anna’s out cold, be quick,” she’d murmur, her brown eyes fierce, yanking his jeans down, his cock springing free, rock-hard and dripping. She’d push him onto her bed, straddling him, her leggings ripped at the crotch, her tight pussy sinking onto him, her control unraveling. He’d fuck her slow, deliberate, breaking her quiet intensity, her moans sharp but hushed, her nails digging into his chest, her kinesiology charts crinkling nearby. He’d finish inside her, her body trembling, her smoldering gaze locking with his as she kicked him out before Anna stirred. His boss’s voice on the call yanked him back, his cock throbbing, his laptop screen blank.

The fantasies looped all day, each flatmate a distinct sin—Bella’s playful seduction in her fairy-lit room, Chloe’s brazen hunger amid her art chaos, Dana’s fierce surrender in her minimalist space—each fuck hidden in plain sight, each pussy gripping him, each moan a stolen thrill. He imagined the logistics: Bella during a group study night while Anna was distracted by her books, Chloe during a loud party with Anna downstairs, Dana before dawn while Anna slept. The secrecy, the risk of Anna or the others hearing a creak or moan, made his blood burn, his fantasies filthier with each hour. He pictured Bella’s pussy dripping down his cock, her juices staining her sheets; Chloe’s ass red from his slaps, her cum pooling on her desk; Dana’s moans stifled, her sweat mixing with his. Each act betrayed Anna’s trust, yet her shower confession—her arousal at him wanting them—twisted his guilt into fuel.

His workday crawled, meetings blurring, code half-written, his cock a constant ache. He jerked off in the office bathroom, his hand frantic, picturing Bella’s tits, Chloe’s pussy, Dana’s ass, but it barely dulled his need. The guilt gnawed—Anna’s trust, her open desire—but his lust overwhelmed it, his fantasies a **** he couldn’t quit. He imagined the flatmates’ student lives: Bella analyzing his glances in psych class, Chloe sketching his body in her art studio, Dana studying his form in anatomy lab. Their university world—late-night cramming, campus parties, shared dorms—made them tangible, their allure inescapable.

Evening fell, and Alex drove to Anna’s house, his cock still semi-hard, his mind a haze of dirty images. He parked, his heart pounding, and entered, the living room aglow with soft fairy lights. All four women were there—Anna, Bella, Chloe, Dana—sprawled on couches, textbooks, laptops, and wine glasses scattered, their student chatter fading as he stepped in. Anna, her auburn hair catching the light, her sundress hugging her curves, leapt up, rushing to him, her arms wrapping around his neck, her lips crashing into his, her tongue hungry, her body pressing close, oblivious to his day-long fantasies. Her literature notes lay open on the table, scrawled with poetic musings, a stark contrast to the filth in his head.

“Missed you,” Anna murmured, her voice warm, her fingers roaming his chest, her scent stirring his frayed nerves. But Alex’s eyes drifted over her shoulder, meeting the flatmates’ gazes. Bella, the psychology student, her blonde hair loose, her crop top tight, her legs crossed, flashed a coy smirk, her blue eyes twinkling, as if reading his thoughts. Chloe, the art history student, her curly hair wild, her tank top low, leaned back, her green eyes bold, a teasing grin playing on her lips, her sketchbook nearby hinting at her creative edge. Dana, the kinesiology student, her dark ponytail sleek, her sports bra and leggings taut, fixed him with a smoldering stare, her brown eyes intense, her yoga mat rolled up beside her. Their gazes burned, as if sensing the filthy fantasies that had gripped him, their student allure—late-night study sessions, campus parties—a silent taunt.

Alex cleared his throat, his cock twitching, his arm around Anna as he **** a casual tone. “Hey, what’s going on? Got any plans for the night?” His voice was steady, but the air crackled, the flatmates’ eyes lingering, Anna’s warmth against him, the weight of his secret desires hanging heavy, the university student dynamic amplifying every glance.