The Office Game That Got Completely Out of Hand

“I’ll pick you up at five. In Plaza de la Reina.”

Bárbara hung up and stared at the dark screen. At that moment, she understood there was no turning back. The game they had started at the office, almost as a joke, had gotten completely out of hand.

With a tingling sensation running over her skin, a mixture of nerves and something else, she took off the jacket and blouse she had worn all morning. She stood in front of the bedroom mirror, still wearing her jeans, trying to understand why she had agreed. Her cunt throbbed beneath the seam of her trousers, already wet, and she didn’t even bother denying it.

***

Adrián and Bárbara had been working together for almost a year at an advertising agency in central Valencia. They shared a floor, a coffee machine, and a couple of private jokes no other colleague understood.

He was married and had two young daughters. She was single, dragging along the baggage of too many relationships that had never ended well. Bárbara knew it: no man could keep up with her for very long, and she didn’t exactly try to slow things down.

That morning, she had found him by the office coffee machine, different. Quieter, more tense.

“How are you doing?” she asked, stirring her sugar.

“Hot,” he replied without looking up.

“You’re such a shameless bastard.” She laughed. “If you want, I’ll give you a hand.”

Bárbara stepped a little closer than she needed to. She wasn’t quite sure why, but she laid her palm over her colleague’s crotch. She felt him react beneath the fabric of his trousers, his cock growing rapidly against her hand, thick and making a bulge that left no room for doubt.

“Well, this is asking for trouble,” she murmured, squeezing with her fingers and tracing its length over his trousers.

“I’ve been like this since you walked through the door.”

“Let’s go to the bathroom and I’ll suck you until you come. I’ll leave your mouth full and we’ll go back to the meeting as if nothing happened.”

“No.” Adrián gently caught her wrist, though his cock gave a twitch beneath the fabric. “I’m in the mood for something else today. I’ll pick you up at five. In Plaza de la Reina. And don’t ask any questions.”

***

That afternoon, Bárbara had no idea what that man had in store for her. She showered slowly, letting the hot water loosen her nerves, and lingered longer than she should have with her hand between her legs, playing with her clitoris, pushing two fingers deep into her cunt and pulling them out glistening with her own juices. She held back from coming. She wanted to arrive wound tight and loaded with desire, wanting him to wreck her.

Then she stood in front of the living-room mirror again. She liked what she saw. She always had, and more than once that had been her downfall. She pinched her nipples until they hardened and smiled at her reflection.

She chose the most expensive lingerie she owned—black lace panties that disappeared between her buttocks—and a straight skirt that only hinted at her garter belt when she bent just so. She applied her makeup calmly, sprayed perfume on her neck and wrists, and checked her reflection to make sure nothing showed too obviously.

The morning’s conversation had left a glowing ember burning inside her all day. Every time she remembered it, heat rose again from her stomach to her cunt. I shouldn’t go. She thought it three times. And by quarter to five, she was already going down the stairs with her panties soaked.

Adrián was waiting for her, leaning against the façade of one of the old buildings in the square, his hands in his pockets and wearing the half-smile she knew from their long meetings.

“Here. Put it on,” he said, without even greeting her.

He placed a small black silicone plug in her hand, right there in the middle of the square, with people crossing all around them.

“Are you crazy?” Bárbara closed her fist at once, her eyes wide.

“I told you to put it in. In your ass. Here.”

She looked from side to side. No one was paying them any attention. Her heart was pounding. She stepped a couple of paces away, leaned back against the stone wall, and, pretending to straighten her skirt, pulled her panties down to mid-thigh. She spat on her fingers, spread one buttock, and brought the tip of the plug to her asshole. She pushed slowly. It was small and went in with almost no resistance, sliding smoothly because she was wet up front too. She felt the rim settle between her buttocks and held back a sigh. A man begging for coins on the corner saw everything and gave Adrián a conspiratorial smile.

“Come on, let’s get something to drink,” he said, as if nothing had happened.

***

They walked through the narrow streets of El Carmen, between old façades and balconies hung with laundry. Bárbara walked normally; the first toy was so discreet she almost forgot it, except whenever she remembered she had it stuck up her ass, and then the heat returned and her cunt dripped a little more against the lace.

They stopped at a small terrace, one of those with metal tables, and ordered two glasses of wine. She sat down carefully and felt the pressure as soon as she settled fully, the plug sinking a little farther inside her. She bit her lip.

“Can you feel it?” he asked, amused.

“What do you think? Of course I can feel it. It digs in when I sit down.”

“Then we need to level up.” Adrián slid something across the table. “Here.”

It was another plug, somewhat thicker and a little longer than the first. Bárbara grabbed it quickly, before anyone at the other tables noticed what was in her hand, and hid it in her fist.

“I’m going to the bathroom for a moment and…”

“No. Here.”

She stared at him, calculating. Then she slowly leaned back in her chair, letting her body slide forward as though she were getting comfortable. From outside, all anyone could see was a woman stretching her legs beneath a table without a tablecloth. Under her skirt, she moved her soaked panties aside with her left hand and pulled out the first plug with her right. She felt the ring of muscle give way, her opening spreading with a wet pop as the rim emerged. A low moan escaped her, which she disguised with a sip of wine. As soon as it was out, she placed the thick tip of the second plug against her and pushed without giving herself a chance to stop, gritting her teeth. This one went in more tightly, forcing the ring, stretching her. Her vision blurred for a second. When the base was anchored between her buttocks, she felt her asshole close around it with a hot throb.

“What do I do with the first one?” she whispered, her fist clenched beneath the table, still glistening with moisture.

“Give it to me.”

Adrián took it without batting an eye, looked at it for a second—glistening, with a transparent strand clinging to the silicone—and brought it to his nose before discreetly wiping it with a napkin. He slipped it into his jacket pocket, looking her in the eyes the entire time. That turned Bárbara on more than any caress: she felt her nipples harden against her bra cups, and her cunt released another little spurt that soaked the seam of her panties.

She shifted in her chair, pushing it a little deeper, and discovered that far from bothering her, it was strangely comfortable. She rocked almost imperceptibly on the seat, hardly aware of it, and every movement sent a warm current through her that rose all the way to her tits.

***

They finished their wine and decided to look for somewhere else, a little closer to Plaza Redonda, for dinner. Bárbara was walking differently now, her legs slightly closer together, not bending too much at the waist, measuring every step. The plug shifted with each stride, pressing inside her. Adrián loved walking with her like that, knowing what she was hiding while the rest of the world took them for two colleagues who occasionally went out for a drink.

On a pedestrian street, without warning, he reached behind her and pressed the plug with his fingers through her skirt, pushing it another centimeter deeper.

“You—!” Bárbara lurched forward, choking back a cry, with a tug on her clitoris that nearly doubled her over.

“What’s the matter?” he laughed, delighted.

“Give me some warning, idiot! I nearly came right here.”

They both burst out laughing and kept walking, brushing shoulders, sharing the complicity of people who possessed a secret no one else knew.

***

It was close to eight when they found a nice-looking Italian restaurant and went in without a reservation. Before the waiter could seat them, Bárbara leaned close to his ear.

“I think I can take something bigger. You’ve got my ass wide open already, you bastard.”

Adrián raised an eyebrow and discreetly produced the third one. It was considerably bigger than the previous plug, with a wide base and a bulbous body, as if there were no intermediate step. She looked at it and, instead of backing down, took it decisively.

“I can’t put this one in standing up,” she murmured. “I need to sit down. I’m going to the restroom.”

“Wait. I’m coming with you.”

They took advantage of the moment when the waiters were serving another table and slipped into the restroom together. Adrián pushed her against the sink as soon as he closed the door. She felt his quickened breathing against the nape of her neck, and sticky heat was already trickling down the insides of her thighs. They looked at each other for a moment in the mirror. He yanked her skirt up to her waist and tore her soaked panties aside, leaving them hanging from one hip. The sight of Bárbara’s spread buttocks, with the black plug anchored in her ass and her cunt shining with wetness, made him clench his jaw.

“Fuck, look at you,” he growled.

He knelt without thinking, bit the inside of her thigh slowly, as if he had been waiting hours for that gesture, and ran his entire tongue up her cunt from bottom to top, licking up the juices running down her. Bárbara gripped the edge of the sink and stifled a moan. He plunged his tongue into her slit, opened her lips with two fingers, and licked her clitoris with the quick, insistent tip of his tongue while his other hand toyed with the plug’s base, pushing and easing it back. He gave her buttock a small, sharp smack that reverberated inside her.

“Stay still,” he told her. “You’re not coming yet.”

He held her by the hips, stood behind her, and gripped the plug with two fingers. He began to pull it out patiently, millimeter by millimeter, feeling Bárbara’s body give way. A muffled moan stopped him for a moment, right at the widest point, with the ring stretched around the bulb. He let her breathe, watched her pant against the mirror, and then pulled all the way. The plug came out with a wet plop, leaving her asshole open, reddish, throbbing.

She expected to feel the third one. Instead, she heard the zipper. Adrián pulled out his cock—hard, thick, red at the tip, with a heavy drop hanging from it—and ran it along the cleft of her ass, rubbing it from her asshole to her cunt and back again, wetting it with her own juices. He positioned himself at the entrance to her cunt and drove into her in a single thrust, all the way to the base.

“Ah, fuck!” she moaned against the mirror, gritting her teeth.

Bárbara instinctively leaned backward, seeking him, impaling herself on him. Adrián clung to her hips and began fucking her with short, dry thrusts, restraining himself to keep quiet. Her open, empty ass clenched with every impact, as if asking for its share too. He pushed his thumb to the knuckle into her still-dilated asshole, and she let out a shriek, muffling it by biting her forearm. Feeling his cock in her cunt and his finger in her ass, both moving in rhythm, brought her within a hair of orgasm.

“Hold on,” he panted against the nape of her neck. “Don’t come yet.”

“I can’t, I can’t…”

“Hold on, goddammit.”

He was fucking her furiously, the skin of her hips slamming against his pubic bone with a wet sound. He didn’t need much. He had been imagining this all day, and in less than a minute the trembling started. He thrust twice more, very deep, and came inside her, spurting against the back of her cunt. Bárbara felt every pulse of his cock releasing semen and let out a long, restrained moan, barely managing not to come herself. Adrián slumped for a moment against her back, his forehead resting between her shoulder blades, his cock still throbbing inside her.

“You didn’t hold out for long,” she teased breathlessly, smiling at her reflection, her face flushed and her hair stuck to her temples.

“I’ve been thinking about this since this morning.”

He pulled his cock out slowly, and she felt the semen run out of her, hot, to the upper part of her thigh. Adrián gathered it with two fingers, brought it to her asshole, and pushed it inside as lubricant. Without giving her time to recover, he prepared the third plug, placed it against her still-soft ass, and began working it in with firm pressure. Its bulbous body stretched her more than either of the others. Bárbara moaned, gripping the sink, mouth open and eyes closed, until the wide base was anchored between her buttocks, sealing inside everything he had just unloaded into her cunt. She pulled her panties back up over it as best she could, the lace sticking to her wet cunt, and lowered her skirt. They looked at each other in the reflection, disheveled and aroused, and let out a nervous laugh.

***

They returned to the dining room wearing their most innocent expressions. The waiter was waiting to seat them.

“I’m sorry, my colleague felt a little dizzy and I accompanied her,” Adrián improvised.

“Don’t worry. What would you like to drink?” the man replied, without a second thought.

They had dinner. They drank. They talked about silly things, laughing quietly whenever their knees brushed beneath the table. Bárbara had been tense and burning for hours, unable to close her legs completely, and still she couldn’t stop smiling. The thick plug kept her full, and she could feel Adrián’s semen shifting inside her cunt whenever she moved. All she wanted was to make it to the end.

When dessert arrived, a white-chocolate cake they barely touched, he leaned toward her.

“Do me a favor,” he said softly. “Masturbate right here without anyone noticing. Scoop out your wetness with your fingers, suck them clean, and then rub your clitoris until you come. I’ll watch.”

“You’re such a pig.” She laughed, biting her lip.

But she didn’t object. She lowered her hand beneath the tablecloth, raised her skirt a few inches, and slipped her fingers inside the lace. She found her cunt drenched, sank two fingers in to the knuckles, and pulled them out dripping with semen and wetness. Very slowly, watching him, she brought them to her mouth and sucked them one by one, tasting them, closing her eyes for a second. Adrián squeezed his napkin beneath the table.

She lowered her hand again. She found her swollen clitoris and began stroking it slowly in circles, squeezing now and then. The plug pressed inside her against the wall of her cunt, his semen was still there, warm, and Adrián’s fixed gaze drove her harder than her own fingers. She quickened her rhythm. She pinched her clitoris between two fingers, squeezed it, then went back to circling.

She gripped the edge of the tablecloth tightly with her other hand. She closed her knees. She began to tremble, almost imperceptibly, her eyes half-closed and her jaw clenched to keep from making a sound. Her cunt clenched in spasms around the plug, her clitoris throbbed beneath her fingertips, and her orgasm came long and silent, shaking her whole body while she pretended to study the coffee menu. She felt another gush of wetness mixed with his semen escape beneath her, soaking her panties and the chair.

When she finally opened her eyes, slowly letting out her breath, the waiter was standing right beside her.

“Are you all right, ma’am?”

That shameless bastard Adrián had signaled for him to come over with the bill at exactly that moment.

“Yes, yes. I got a cramp in my leg,” she managed to say, red to the tips of her ears.

They paid quickly. When she stood up, Bárbara discreetly checked that the fabric chair had been left with a damp, glistening ring, a thick strand stuck to the seat. She covered it with a napkin and followed him out almost at a run, holding back her laughter and squeezing her thighs together so she wouldn’t leave a trail across the floor.

***

They walked to the taxi stand at the end of the street. The night air felt good.

“You’ll have to take this out for me, won’t you?” she asked, gesturing toward her ass.

“No. You’re leaving it in until tomorrow. With my come inside you. And you’ll bring it back to me at the office.”

“Are you kidding? I’m going to be wrecked. And dripping all night.”

“Tomorrow. At my desk. You’ll pull down your panties, bend over, and take it out yourself in front of me. Without anyone seeing us.”

“You’re a bastard…” she murmured, though her smile gave her away, and her cunt clenched again at the mere thought.

They said goodbye with a shy kiss on the cheek, like any two colleagues, and got into separate taxis. Bárbara discreetly rested her hand in her lap for the entire ride, squeezing her legs together, feeling the plug buried inside her and the retained semen, replaying every minute of that impossible afternoon.

She got home and slowly undressed in front of the mirror. Her lace panties hung heavy and soaked, with a white strand sliding down the inside of her thigh. She turned, spread one buttock, and looked at the black base of the plug anchored between her cheeks. She ran her fingers over her swollen, still-sensitive cunt and brought them to her mouth. She put on something more comfortable so she wouldn’t lose her toy during the night: a pair of snug cotton panties. She climbed into bed exhausted, her body still vibrating, her ass full and her cunt throbbing, already thinking about how she would look at Adrián the next morning by the coffee machine, in front of everyone. She fell asleep with that thought and a smile that was anything but innocent.