Chapter 1: The Printer Room Gamble
It's your birthday. As is tradition every morning, you come early, to the usual cappuccino. But I have a small present. While drinking I had it to you. A silver breast necklace. You unwrap it with a look of disbelief and excitement. The chain glints in the morning light, and you can't help but let your fingers trace it, feeling the cool metal against your skin.
“What is this?” you ask, your voice breathy, your eyes wide with curiosity.
“Just a gift,” I say, my voice low, my eyes locked on yours. “For you.”
You take it, the chain resting against your chest, and I can see the way your nipples harden beneath your dress. The school day begins, and with it, a slow-burning tension between us.
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The school day drags on, a slow, deliberate march toward the afternoon.
The fluorescent lights buzz overhead like a swarm of restless insects, casting a sickly glow over the hallways. I watch you from across the room, your fingers tracing the edge of the silver chain that rests just above your cleavage. The way your dress clings to your hips, the way your thighs press together when you think no one’s looking—*God, I’m going to fucking kill you.*
You catch me staring. A smirk curls your lips, slow and knowing. "You’re looking at me like you want to eat me alive," you tease, adjusting the strap of your bag with deliberate slowness.
I lean back in my chair, letting my legs brush against yours under the desk.
"You have no idea how right you are," I murmur, my voice low and rough, the kind of tone that makes your breath catch. "I’ve been thinking about this all morning."
You laugh, but it’s a breathless, nervous sound, your fingers tightening around the edge of your desk. "You’re impossible," you say, but your eyes are dark with something else—something hungry. Something *mine*.
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The bell rings, signaling the end of the period. You stand up, your dress riding up just enough to flash me a glimpse of your bare thighs, the hemline teasing me with what’s underneath. I swallow hard, my cock already pressing painfully against my zipper, desperate for release.
You’re moving toward the printer room, your hips swaying just enough to make my mouth water. The silver chain glints between your breasts, catching the light every time you shift.
“You’re gonna get us both fired,” I whisper, my voice rough with need.
You turn, your lips curved into a wicked smile. “Maybe,” you say, stepping closer, your fingers brushing against mine. “But I think we’re worth it.”
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The printer room is a narrow, fluorescent-lit cubicle lined with towering machines that hum like restless engines, their paper trays groaning with half-fed jobs.
The thin, warped walls whisper secrets—every pause in the printer’s rhythmic whir becomes a heartbeat, every distant laugh in the conference room a warning.
You push the door open, the sound of it creaking like a guilty confession. The air inside is thick with the scent of toner and old paper, but beneath it, something else lingers—your perfume, the faint musk of your arousal. I’m already there, leaning against the nearest machine, my arms crossed, my expression unreadable.
“You’re late,” I say, my voice low and rough, my eyes dark with something dangerous.
You step inside, the door clicking shut behind you.
The fluorescent lights flicker, casting jagged shadows across your face, your lips parted, your breath coming faster. The silver chain glints between your breasts, the metal cool against your skin, the weight of it making your nipples pebble even harder.
You don’t say anything. You don’t need to. The way you’re looking at me—like I’m the only thing in this world that matters—speaks volumes.
I push off from the machine, stepping closer, my fingers brushing against your waist. Your dress is thin, the fabric clinging to your curves, the way it rides up when I slide my hands lower, my thumbs grazing the soft skin just above your hipbones.
My fingers slide beneath the lace, teasing the damp fabric against your slit. "But I can't help it. You're driving me insane."
You bite your lip, your breath hitching as I pull the panties aside, exposing your bare, glistening pussy. The air is thick with the scent of your arousal, the sweet musk filling the small space between us.
"You're going to get us caught," you whisper, your voice trembling with excitement.
I chuckle darkly, my fingers sliding between your folds, feeling how wet you are. "Then we'll deal with it," I say, my voice a low growl.
My fingers slide deeper, circling your clit, feeling the way it swells under my touch. "Because I'm not stopping now."
You gasp, your hands gripping the edge of the printer as I press my fingers harder against your clit, my thumb circling it in slow, deliberate circles. The printer whirs behind us, its rhythmic noise a distant hum compared to the wet, sloppy sounds of your arousal filling the room.
Then we hear it. Someone entered the main conference room. The door to the printer room was only partially closed, and the sound of the printer pausing, the faint whir of the machine, was suddenly drowned out by the distant murmur of voices. The printer’s paper tray groaned as it shifted, the sound of it almost like a warning.
You pressed your back against the printer, your breath coming in sharp gasps as I slid two fingers inside you, curling them just right to hit that sweet spot deep inside. The wet, obscene sounds of your arousal filled the room, your pussy clenching around my fingers as I pumped them in and out of you.
The printer’s whirring had stopped, leaving only the heavy breathing of our own ragged breaths and the distant murmur of the woman in the conference room. I could hear her write on some paper, the occasional rustle of paper.
My fingers are still moving inside you and you are trying not to moan.
I slid my fingers out of you, watching as they glistened with your arousal. Then I push them back in. While you try not to moan, this sound is nothing you can suppress. My fingers keep moving in and out. And you get wetter and wetter by the second, the noise your pussy is making getting louder and louder.
I can hear it, too. The wet, sloppy sounds of your arousal are filling the printer room.. The printer’s paper tray is still groaning, but the sound of your pussy is louder, more insistent. It's such a unique sound that the woman has to know it too. Can she hear it? Who is it even?
I don't know, but I can't stop now. I know the risk, the danger, but I can't stop myself from making you come. I'm not letting go of your hips, my fingers still buried deep inside you, my other hand gripping your throat just enough to make you gasp.
The printer room is silent now except for the wet sounds of your pussy, the occasional rustle of your dress, and the soft moans that escape your lips despite your best efforts to stay quiet. I can feel your body trembling, your muscles clenching around my fingers as you get closer and closer to the edge.
I slide my fingers out of you, watching as they glisten with your arousal. My thumb brushes over your clit, circling it slowly, teasing you. We can hear the person in the conference room getting her things together and leaving the room.
The door to the printer room is still open a crack, but the sound of the printer whirring is back, drowning out the sounds of our arousal. The woman has left the conference room, and we are alone again.
I pull my fingers out of you, watching as they glisten with your arousal. I bring them to my mouth, licking them clean, my eyes never leaving yours. You watch me, your breath coming in sharp gasps, your body trembling with anticipation.
Your top is still pulled to one side, exposing the breast with the nipple connected to the chain and the necklace. I kneel down, taking your hands and guiding them to the dress, so you can pull it upwards. you expose your pussy to me. with both hands I grab the sides of your outer lips, pulling them apart. I reveal the dark, quite long inner pussy lips , the pink and swollen folds of your cunt. I can see your clit, a small, sensitive nub, that has been begging for attention. You gasp, your breath hitching as I spread you wide open. The air in the printer room feels thick and heavy, the scent of your arousal filling my nostrils, making my cock ache even harder.
"Oh my god," you breathe, your voice trembling, your eyes wide with a mix of fear and excitement. You know that seeing you like this, spread, wide open, wet, is something I desire.
I lean in, my breath hot against your exposed pussy. My tongue flicks out, teasing the sensitive flesh of your inner lips. You arch your back, your hands gripping the edge of the printer as I lick you from top to bottom, my tongue sliding through your folds, tasting your sweetness. After circling your clit a few times, I let my tongue creep down to the opening, the hot wet hole and start pressing my tongue against it. All of this, while my hands are spreading you as far as I can. I press my tongue deep into your hole, it's parting around it, and I can feel your pussy clenching down on my tongue. You moan, and I pull back slightly, my tongue leaving you with a wet, sloppy sound that echoes in the printer room. I look up at you, your eyes are closed, your head tilted back, your mouth open in a silent scream. I can see the way your chest is rising and falling, the way your nipples are hard and prominent against the silver chain that rests between them. I want to taste them too, but first, I want to make you come.
I press my tongue against your clit again, this time circling it slowly, my lips sucking lightly on it.
The door to the printer room is still partly open and then we hear it. Two voices, a female and a male. From the voices we know, that they might walk towards us. I don't care. While my mouth is still sucking on your lips, I let my fingers travel to your opening. Pushing in. It takes a lot of willpower for you not to let out a loud moan. My fingers keep pushing in and out fast, the noise of your soaking wet cunt filling the printer room. I can feel your pussy clenching around my fingers, your body trembling with anticipation. The voices are getting closer, their footsteps echoing down the conference room, the sound of their voices growing louder.
And as the sound of your pussy lips flapping like a wet butterfly, releasing it's unique sound as we carry on the moment of truth is happening. the voices take the turn and head for the coffee corner, the room next door. We are alone again. I can feel your pussy clenching around my fingers, your breath coming in sharp, ragged gasps. You're biting your lip, trying to stay silent, but the sounds you're making are getting louder, more desperate. I can hear the wet, obscene sounds of your arousal filling the printer room, the way your pussy is soaking my fingers, the way your body is trembling with need. My mouth is still pressed against your clit, my tongue flicking over it, teasing you.
I pull my fingers out of you, leaving you dripping wet and panting. I stand up, my eyes locked on yours, my cock straining against my pants, desperate for release. You watch me, your breath coming in sharp gasps, your eyes dark with desire.
Without saying a word you know what do to. You drop to your knees , your fingers fumbling with the button of my pants. The sound of the zipper being pulled down is loud in the small printer room. I groan as your hand slides inside my underwear, gripping my cock. It's hard as steel, throbbing in your palm. You stroke me slowly, your breath hot against my skin. The silver chain glints between your breasts as you lean forward, your lips brushing against my shaft. I can feel the heat of your breath, the way your tongue flicks out, teasing the tip of my cock. You wrap your lips around the head, your tongue swirling around the sensitive tip. I groan, my hands tangling in your hair, guiding you further down my cock.
The printer room is silent again, save for the wet, sloppy sounds of your mouth working me. The fluorescent lights flicker overhead, casting a sickly glow over your face as you take me deeper, your lips stretching around my length. The silver chain between your breasts glints in the dim light, the weight of it pressing against your skin as you bob your head up and down, your tongue swirling around the underside of my shaft.
You moan around my cock, the vibrations making me shudder. You look up and our eyes lock. Again, without saying a word you know what both of us desire. You release my hard cock and stand up again. We look at each other for what feels like ages. Then you turn around, facing the printer. You lower your upper body over it, pushing out your back and ass towards me. Your dress rides up, exposing your bare, glistening pussy to me. I can see your wetness glistening on your inner thighs, and the scent of your arousal fills the room. My fingers slide between your folds, teasing your entrance, feeling how wet and ready you are. Then I place my hard tip at your enterance. I press it inside you, slowly at first, then faster, my cock pumping in and out of you. The printer room is silent except for the wet sounds of your pussy and me.
The fluorescent lights flicker, casting a sickly glow over the scene. You're bent over the printer, your ass high in the air, your pussy spread wide open for me. I grip your hips, my fingers digging into your soft flesh as I pull you back against me. My cock is buried deep inside you, stretching you out, filling you completely. The printer hums behind us, the sound of it almost like a distant heartbeat.
I slide my hands up your back, my fingers brushing against the silver chain that rests between your breasts. I pull it gently, making the chain rattle against your skin. You moan, your breath coming in sharp gasps as I pull it harder, the chain digging into your nipples.
I can feel your body trembling, your pussy clenching around my cock. I slide my hand down, my fingers finding your clit again. I rub it in slow, deliberate circles, feeling how sensitive it is, how swollen and wet it's become. The printer room is filled with the sound of our bodies, the wet slapping of my cock against your pussy, the soft moans escaping your lips.
I pull your hair, tilting your head back, my lips brushing against your ear. "You're so fucking wet for me," I whisper, my breath hot against your skin. And then it happens. I can feel your whole body trembling, your pussy clenching around my cock. You are coming, the orgasm running through your body like a wildfire. I can hear your moans, your breath coming in sharp gasps, your body shuddering with each wave of pleasure. And as your soaking wet inner walls are massaging my cock with each wave of your orgasm, I am coming too. My cock is pulsing inside you, my balls drawing up tight against my body, my cum spilling into you in thick, hot jets. You moan loudly, the sound echoing off the walls of the printer room. I can feel the heat of your orgasm, the way your pussy is milking my cock, pulling every last drop of cum from me.
I pull out of you slowly, my cum dripping from your pussy lips. I turn you around, my fingers tracing the wetness on your thighs. You look at me, your eyes dark with desire, your lips swollen from my cock.
"Fuck," you breathe, your voice trembling with pleasure.
Your body is still trembling, your pussy clenching around nothing now, but the aftershocks of your orgasm still ripple through you. I can see the way your nipples are hard against the silver chain, the way your chest is heaving with each breath.
I step back, my cock still throbbing, my cum dripping down your thighs. You watch me, your eyes dark with desire, your lips swollen from my cock.