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More Coffee Sir“Coffee Lucy.” My heart began to beat hard and fast. “Coming Mr. Chambers.” I could feel my cunt pulsing already. He always calls me by my first name. Everyone else in the office is Mr. This or Miss That, but I was always Lucy. He didn’t look at me when he asked today. Instead he just walked right by my desk, as if he was addressing it, instead of me. I just can’t figure him out. Some days, he looks right at me with those dark green eyes and speaks, “Coffee Lucy.” I am always caught speechless, before finally answering, “Yes, of course Mr. Chambers.” I don’t know if he finds it humorous or annoying. Some days, like today, he doesn’t even acknowledge me. But it’s no matter. He always asks me and I am always aching to get him his coffee.(I am 5′ 11”, medium brown hair, hazel eyes, c-cup, with perfect legs) I stood up from my desk and quickly walked to the break room. Our break room did have a window, but the sink area, where the coffee maker was, was around the corner where nobody eryaman escort could see. It was always busy at that time of morning, and everyone else had finished breakfast, leaving the break room completely empty. I reached the break room door, but stopped to turn and look at Mr. Chambers, who had reached his office. He was 30, tall, dark, handsome. I couldn’t say much more about him; although I wish I could. I turned away, entering the break room, where is was completely empty.There it was. The coffee machine, with an empty pouring glass, waiting for me. I could feel my heart beating slow, then fast, then slow again. My wet cunt was slowly starting to soak through my black and burgundy lace panties again. I had been rubbing myself all morning, waiting for this moment. I began making his coffee. I had to be quick if I was going to get enough time to treat myself. I finally pushed the button and hot water began to fill the mug. My hand, almost naturally brushing up my skirt and against escort eryaman my stalkings, began rubbing my pulsing cunt. The feeling was overbearing but I had to stay quiet. With my other hand, I began to squeeze my left breast, making little circles around my nipples, and ending with a slight pinch. Reaching back a little further, I began to put pressure on my ass hole, with my middle finger, over and over. It was just a small thing I did for a quick stimulation. My clit was aching with pleasure, like it had it’s own hear beat, and my legs began to tremble. The machine was done. I began to work up what spit I could, not swallowing any of it, until I was done. With little time, I began to furiously rub my clit, as I leaned over the coffee filled mug. With a long strand of my white saliva dripping into the coffee, I began to get closer and closer to cumming, but I had to stop.Getting a hold of myself, I lowered my skirt back down, and took the coffee to Mr. Chamber’s office. “Here you eryaman escort bayan go sir.” He quickly thanked me before gluing his eyes back to the computer screen. Returning to my desk, I could see him in his office, typing away. Under the table, I was already moving my panties aside, for a few gentle rubs. Then it happened all so fast, as it sometimes does. He very quickly takes a sip of the coffee. I could practically feel my spit dripping into him. I covered my mouth and looked down to my desk. I was cumming harder than ever before and could barely withstand making a sound. I could feel the intense pulsing slowly die down, as my panties were now wet with cum.That afternoon, lunch rolled around, and I entered his office once more. Shirt unbuttoned two buttons and strutting my ass, I stared at him with desiring eyes. I spoke softly, almost like moaning, “More coffee sir?” He stared for a long moment and answering in a soft, firm tone, he said, “Not today Lucy.” With a tilt of my head, I turned around and strutted back out, slower than I entered. “Someday he will find out,” I would often say to myself. I don’t know what might happen on that day, but when it does, I hope he understands. Until then, I will get his coffee everyday.

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