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The end-of-the-year office parties were always a blast.
Mikhail, personally, loved them. They were a deviation from the normal hum-and-drum office work; all their work pushed aside to make room for some beer, treats and plenty of food. It was about as informal as an office could be, with everyone leaving their business jackets in their offices and undoing the top few buttons of their shirts, loosening ties; it was a chance to mingle and really chat with colleagues without feeling the obligation to be working.
The office itself was well suited for it. Being in one large, interconnected floor people went from room to room, most gathered out near the cubicles where the snack tables had been set-up. Others though ventured into the empty meeting rooms and offices for more private conversations, the glass windows covered by rolling blinders to hide what went on behind them. Some suspected more than one couple of co-workers might be getting it on, but if they did they made no move to interrupt.
''It's really cold in Tokyo at this time of year, I heard.''
''Yeah. I've got family up there – a cousin. Says the snow piles up a ton during the colder days.''
Mikhail hummed at that, nodding in response to his co-worker's words as they meandered through the office just chatting. Compared to many of his peers Mikhail was somewhat on the younger side, though it was hard to tell at a glance. Smooth jawline, neatly-trimmed stubble and cut-short black hair, he struck a defining figure amongst an office full of people in their mid-forties and fifties, not hurt by the fact he worked out. Still, he was still a junior in terms of knowledge, and he was under no delusions that he had a lot to learn from his peers.
Which made parties like this all the better; a chance to know them out of work without having to worry about bothering them. The idea brought a light smirk to the young man's lips, his gaze sweeping across the room and idly debating asking one of the technicians about a computer problem at home – had his eyes not caught a head of teal hair. The distinct hue held his attention even as his buddy walked off to get some more beer.
''Yeah. Selen's real bored back home, says the game isn't challenging any more. Got any recommendations?''
''Eh... I don't really play video games. You'd have to ask-'' The female secretary in her thirties paused as Mikhail approached. ''Well speak of the devil and he shall appear, I suppose.''
Mikhail raised a brow, looking between the two. ''Need somethin'?''
''Nothing much. Just some game suggestions, for my sister.'' The teal-haired woman replied, a smile playing at her lips.
Elira Pendora. Another youngish office worker like himself, hired around the same time too. She struck quite the figure with her colourful hair and bright-teal eyes, her head tilted to one side and showing off her smirk in full; hair curling inwards to frame her pretty face. Her slender figure was hugged snugly by her white button-up shirt and pair of black dress pants, a belt looped around her waist, though he could see even she had loosened up – her purple tie only loosely hanging around her neck whilst the top few buttons of her shirt were undone, exposing just a hint of cleavage but no more than that.
''Hm. Not too sure.'' Mikhail remarked languidly, shifting past the table to his right until he was stood right before Elira, nearly a full head taller. ''I think I know a few.''
Whether out of politeness or realising she wouldn't be following any of their conversation the secretary left them, incidentally giving them some minor amount of privacy – as much as one could have in an office space populated with their co-workers. Elira though didn't seem bothered, if anything she seemed pleased they had some time alone, her own gaze dropping to his collarbone before flicking back up to his eyes, her smile taking on a more inviting tinge as she tilted her head.
''That so?'' Though her tone remained the same there was the undercurrent of something else there. ''What'cha got?''
''Well there's that new game Elden Bling, and I've played a couple indie games lately...''
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The two of them continued to chat, time seeming to bleed away between them as they went on about this game or that.
At first it was about her sister, about finding something for her to play. Then it became more about her and games she was interested in, and what he might like. Though he hadn't spoken to Elira all that often he wasn't a stranger nor was she to him; there was a level of casualness to their words that made it all the easier to slip into a cubicle, lean back against someone's desk and just chat, ignoring the occasional group of people that passed their little haven by.
The two plastic cups of beer they had weren't really that alcoholic, far from it, but he liked to think it loosened their inhibitions slightly. That was the only reason he could find for the looks she gave him and how easily he set his hand on her waist, pulling her against his side subtly as they talked, both of them still pretending like neither were checking each other out.
But as over an hour passed, they decided otherwise.
''Here?''
''Yep. Got some snacks inside the fridge.''
It was a lie, but one that would pass for anyone overhearing them. Mikhail hummed to keep up the act as he followed Elira inside one of the smaller break rooms at the far side of the office, grasping the smooth handle and pulling it shut behind him – making sure to turn the lock. The walls were white and the carpets a deep blue, the door behind him wood but thankfully without a window.
Mikhail turned his focus onto Elira, watching his co-worker saunter over to the kitchenette counter and twist around, leaning back against it with a self-assured smile. He joined her after a moment, unable to deny his curiosity and the little bit of want creeping through his veins, restrained solely by the worry of chasing her off. A worry that he soon realised was unfounded as Elira sensually caressed his cheek, sliding her slender fingers along it until she was holding his nape, pulling him down.
''C'mere...'' Her words brushed against his lips – right before they met his own.
It was a slow sort of kiss, drawn out over seconds before they finally parted, gazing at one another. After a second Elira saw something she liked and grinned, pulling him back down into another kiss and letting out a little mewl when he grabbed her hips, moving in front of her. They dragged the kiss out without any intention of stopping, their bodies shifting from foot-to-foot idly but their focus remaining solely on each other.
Then Elira got bolder. Grasping his forearms she tugged, guiding them so he was the one leaning back against the kitchenette counter before wordlessly breaking off the kiss and lowering down to her knees in front of him. The reason why became obvious as she grabbed his belt and unbuckled it within seconds, the low buzz of his zipper soon following suit and sending a shiver right up his spine, anticipation mounting within him.
Rather than pull his pants down Elira just slipped her hand inside and fished his cock out into the open, cooing at how erect she was. ''Damn, bud. That excited?''
''What do you think?'' Mikhail murmured, brushing some hair from her face.
Elira just smirked at that, wiggling her brows suggestively and rubbing her cheek up against his cock. ''Hm... I dunno, I think I'm supposed to chew on it? Never done this before.''
''Liar.'' He groaned.
Mirth twinkled in her eyes. ''Never was a good one.''
Then without further fanfare the dragon-girl dragged her lips up to the head of his cock, kissed it – and then spat on it. Her saliva was hot against his tip, soon dribbling down his shaft only to be smeared into his length as she started to stroke him off – eliciting a soft hiss of pleasure from the young man. He leaned back against the kitchenette counter for support, his gaze solely locked onto Elira as her lips kissed the tip again, her tongue soon flicking it a little.
With little preamble Elira took it a step further, her pinkish lips parting over the head and engulfing it. Mikhail did his best to contain his groan if only so they weren't overheard, but the sound forced its way up and out of his throat regardless, coming out as a tight grunt. Elira was emboldened by the sound, humming with faux-innocence as she sucked upon the tip of his dick, gaze peering up at him past her hair.
''Fuck you're good at this...'' He hissed out, shuddering as her tongue swirled around the tip repeatedly – smearing spit across the tip as she worked.
Elira just gave him a cheeky wiggle of her brows, running her hands along his thighs as she took him in deeper – her lips gliding along his swollen shaft as inch after inch disappeared between her pursed lips. She stopped over when two thirds of his length was on her tongue, sucking back up to the tip only to promptly plunge back down again, grunting lightly when he hit the back of her throat. The young man stifled the groan that wanted to bubble up his throat and just relished the wet heat smothering his cock, his muscles taut as he consciously kept as quiet as possible.
A task made much harder as Elira started sucking him off proper. The gentle pressure of her lips grazing along his shaft, her hot tongue that lashed and slid along the underside of his cock, the warm breath that tickled the tip and the spit that ran down his girth – all of it was too much, too intense. He slid his fingers into her fringe and pushed her hair back, giving him an unhindered view of her as she throated him, her nose soon buried in his pelvis and his cock finally going down her throat.
''F-Fuck...'' Mikhail swore under his breath.
Her throat muscles clamped around the tip of his cock, and Elira stayed where she was. Gaze peering up into his own, eyes slowly starting to water, she kept where she was – before with a punctuating gasp she leaned back, coughing a little. He ran a thumb under her eye to get rid of the tear there before it could turn, earning a hum of thanks before Elira went back to blowing him; wisely not deep-throating him lest she make some implicating sounds.
As she did so Mikhail grasped the button of his work pants and undid it, allowing him to get his pants down around his knees. Without them in the way Elira could blow him easier, not having to rub her nose against the ticklishly-smooth fabric of his pants. The dragon-girl seemingly rewarded him by spicing things up, her lips gliding along his cock faster as she tilted her head slightly to one side or the other, the angles letting the tip of his dick poke at her cheek and bulge it outwards.
The sight only added to how hot she looked. ''Fuck, Elira...''
''Mmhm~?'' Slurping up his length the dragon-girl smirked at him, flicking some hair over her shoulder with one hand and jerking him off with her other. ''Not often I see you lookin' at someone like that. Guess I'm doing a good job, huh.''
''Fantastic job.'' He hissed back – intimately feeling her squeeze his cock between her lithe fingers.
Elira stifled a smirk and responded by unhanding his dick, spending just a moment to yank his boxers down before taking the tip back between her lips – seamlessly gliding her lips down his cock. The young man swallowed a swear and put his hand on the back of her head, helping her bob back-and-forth and nearly thrusting into her wet, welcoming mouth, the quick sucks amplifying how intense it felt.
As did the hand that grabbed him by the balls. She squeezed them not hard enough to hurt but enough to get the message across; to signal what she wanted. A desire that Mikhail rapidly found himself struggling to resist, heat throbbing up his cock as he felt Elira's wet tongue lash at the tip, the prospect of cumming in her mouth so tempting it set his nerves alight and purged his mind of all thought, pleasure overtaking him-
''F-Fuck!''
-until with a hoarse, strained whisper the young man blew his load. Ropes of heat hit her tongue or went down her throat but Elira just hummed, taking him all the way in and just staying there, her hand rhythmically squeezing his balls to milk him for more semen. He grunted, he gasped, but it was all he could do to just stand there and let her milk him for his seed, enjoying the molten pleasure washing through his whole lower half.
Mercifully Elira soon leaned back, her lips gliding along his cock – before popping off audibly. The dragon-girl released his balls as well and wiped her chin dry, taking a moment... before she winked up at him and opened her mouth, showing the pool of cum resting on her tongue. She closed her mouth immediately after lest it spill out and audibly gulped it down, shivering as she did so. Whether because of the taste or how it felt, he neither knew nor cared; lost in his own lust as he gazed at her.
''Guh...'' Elira wiped at her lips again. ''That feel good for you bud?''
''You bet your pretty ass it did.''
''Ooh~'' Elira cooed, wiggling her brows. ''New nickname for me? Better hope the boss doesn't hear that.''
Mikhail glanced at the door, some heat colouring his cheeks as he realised that. Elira just rolled her eyes and smirked though, unconcerned by the prospect as she stood with hands on her hips, her gaze soon dropping to his cock... and delight flashed in her eyes when she saw his semi-erect dick not go completely soft.
''Hm...'' The dragon-girl though to herself. ''Why don't I give you a little pick-me-up before we keep going?''
The young man didn't get to ask what kind of 'pick-me-up' she was thinking of. Not taking her eyes off of him Elira sensually started swaying her hips, easily defined by her tight-fitting pants, before she started working on her belt. The slow rattle and jingle of the buckle felt so loud in the quiet, his gaze glued to her now as he watched her strip it off and leave hanging open; her slender fingers pinching and pulling apart the front button.
Rather than unzip her pants though Elira made a show of it. Turning away from him she kept swaying her hips, emphasising her perky ass as she pulled her pants down enough that he could see her teal panties, a light lace trim around the waistband. She got them down far enough he could see her thighs before promptly pulling them back up, evidently smug as she reached down and tugged the zipper down a little. Just a little; enough to show off her underwear but not enough to expose more than a glimpse of her thighs.
''Elira...'' Mikhail groaned with want, grabbing his dick and stroking himself off – easily getting hard to such a display.
Elira just cooed. ''Aw, what's the matter~? You don't like the show?''
Both knew he very much did so, but he answered all the same. ''I rather have those clothes on the floor.''
''Better than having you rip them, I guess.'' Elira mused aloud, but her eyes gleamed with teasing intent.
Intent she showed in full; abandoning her pants and leaving them around her hips. Instead her hands worked their way up her shirt, undoing buttons as she went one by one, giving him a strip-tease. Flat, creamy stomach became visible, her navel exposed on the third button and the bottom of her lacy teal bra on the fourth. The fifth button showed some cleavage, and when she got the sixth undone her white dress shirt spilled open; revealing her plump bust clad in a teal bra.
''Mm, you like that?'' Elira teased, leaving her shirt hanging open even as she bent forwards – knowingly giving him a look at her cleavage as she got her pants down.
Mikhail watched them fall to her ankles, her feet slipping out of her heels as she stepped out of them. ''You know the answer to that.''
''Obviously. You're stroking your dick to the sight of me.'' Elira remarked like it was no big deal. ''I just like hearin' you say lewd things.''
The young man responded by taking a step closer, both hands grabbing her waist and yanking her flush against him, Elira cooed, the sound swiftly muffled as their lips connected in a kiss – rougher than those before it, more passionate. She pulled away first but he was relentless, burying his face into her neck and kissing it with a passion he didn't know he had, coaxing a moan from Elira's lips. She made no move to stifle it so he made no move to stop his hands; boldly grabbing her ass and feeling her up through her lacy teal panties, pulling her body up against his own.
Elira hummed at that, sliding her right hand down and grasping his cock, stroking it. He hissed lightly but she shushed him, kissing him on the cheek and luring him back into a proper kiss. They kept it going even as she pumped his length, her hand becoming sticky with cum and spit but not deterring her in the slightest; the mess wiped off on her thigh anyway a second later. After what felt like a small eternity of that though Elira pulled away, nudging his face from her neck when he tried to kiss her there again, and instead turned her back on him.
And then promptly pushed her ass back against him, his cock throbbing between his cheeks. ''Elira...''
Elira just smirked back at him. ''Let's see what you got.''
Tugging her panties to one side Elira let him be the one to guide his cock in, the tip sliding along her puffy, wet lips – the knowledge that she wanted this as much as he did turning him on even more – before finally Mikhail pushed inside. In an instant molten warmth clamped down on his dick, tight and oppressive yet melting his dick with how good it felt, his moan catching in his throat. Elira had much more trouble, forced to clasp a hand over her mouth and containing her voice with it.
Her pussy clenched tightly around him, walls slick with arousal as she slowly pushed her hips back, impaling herself on him until her ass was flush against his pelvis; his dick buried up to the hilt inside her womanhood. For a long moment neither of them moved, just savouring the intense sensation of being connected, the act made all the more lewd due to the fact they were at work. Their workmates were literally in the other room, just a wooden door between the two of them.
''Try and be quiet.'' Mikhail hissed softly.
''Same to you big guy.'' Elira murmured back, a playful twinge to her tone.
In response Mikhail grabbed her waist and slowly lifted her off his dick, leaning back against the kitchenette counter – and hissed as Elira willingly leaned back onto his cock. Slowly the two of them moved like that, careful not to take things too fast and just savouring the slow-building pleasure throbbing through their joined parts. Lust, however, was a powerful thing. And one that soon tempted him to rock his own hips.
Elira let out a soft moan, not bothering to cover her mouth to hide it. The dragon-girl moved her hips a little faster, her panty-clad ass bumping back against his pelvis as she took him in deep – providing an arousing view for the young man she was impaled upon, his gaze glued to her rear. He let his eyes roam up her lower back, shoving her dress shirt up so he could admire her behind in full, getting off practically to the sight of her.
His hips kept thrusting though, matching Elira's own pace and spearing him inside the dragon-girl when she least expected it – easily coaxing moans and soft gasps from her. He massaged her hips or grabbed her waist during it, his hands never able to settle as lust twitched through them. Perhaps feeling the same Elira laid her hands over his own and guided them up her front, letting him feel her taut belly or lacy, slightly-rough bra, the material not bending beneath his fingers and prompting him to dig his fingertips under the bottom of it.
After a moment of pushing her bra obliged, pushed up and over both tits, letting him grope her freely.
''A-Ahh...'' Elira tightened around him. ''E-Easy, my tits are sensitive.''
''Good to know.'' He gave them an experimental grope.
Elira hissed softly, her walls pressing down on his sensitive cock – the fleshy vice so hot it only encouraged his hips to pick up speed. Elira matched him, her butt jiggling lightly as his pelvis clapped against it, the sounds mercifully muffled by the music playing on in the main room but not so quietly that it would go unnoticed if someone tried the door. The thought should've made him slow down, made him relocate them to the other corner of the room, but he was in too deep – literally – to stop now.
Still holding her breasts he used them like handholds, making Elira arch her back until he could lean over her shoulder – their lips meeting in a quick kiss. Elira deepened it, grabbing the back of his head and holding their mouths together as best as the position would allow; her soft moans tickling his lips as he pounded her in short, quick thrusts, the lewd clapping of flesh ringing in his ears. Her breasts felt delightfully squishy in his hands; a touch of firmness to them as he hefted them about in his palms and flicked her nipples with his thumbs, always making her tighten up with bliss.
''Mn, fuck.'' He bucked his hips harder, fucking a soft gasp out of her. ''Don't stop.''
''W-Wasn't plannin' on...'' Elira moaned out; mashing her mouth back against his pronto.
Their movements hastened, the sound of smacking skin becoming dangerously loud and heat building in his cock, so raw and intense he had no way of stopping it – and with a gasp he pushed Elira forwards-
-just as someone attempted to enter the break room.
On reflex Elira clamped down, pushing herself back towards him in shock – and he made a strangled grunt as he busted his load inside her. Elira buckled, nearly falling had he not pulled her back towards him, his arms wrapped around her belly and holding her close as he creampied her; feeling her writhe back against him. Neither spoke, only a slew of ragged breaths and short gulps escaping them, and after a long moment the person on the other side of the door left with a confused grumble.
Mikhail shuddered in relief, not just at that, but the feeling buzzing along his cock. ''Shit...''
''Did you just cum in me?'' Elira whispered back.
''Yeah. Sorry.''
Elira frowned a little, quiet, but sighed a few seconds later. ''Guess it couldn't be helped. Was surprised as heck.''
Mikhail murmured an agreement, shuddering as he grabbed her hips and nudged her forth – his gaze glued to her ass and watching his cock slowly slide out of her nether lips. The moment it sprung out a thick deluge of cum trickled out, the sensation making Elira groan and stumble slightly to the side, leaning back against the kitchenette counter and panting.
However he remained rock-hard. A fact Elira herself noticed, glancing at his cock first then at his eyes, her cheeks colouring a little. Despite the seed leaking out of her a slight smile played at her lips, and with a hum the dragon-girl reached out and caressed his cheek. Clad in just some dishevelled teal panties, a pushed-up bra and an unbuttoned shirt, she struck a sexy figure. One so tempting the young man shifted in front of her and leaned in close.
Elira didn't push him away; smiling into the inevitable kiss. She slid her hand around to his nape and pulled him deeper into the kiss, her left hand dropping down to grab his dick and pump it a little, the mixture of cum, spit and other fluids glistening along his cock and making squelching sounds as she stroked him off. Mikhail groaned at that, rocking his hips and thrusting lightly into her hand, earning a snicker in return before she leaned away from the kiss.
''Again.'' Was all she said against his lips, leaning back.
The young man took the hint. Grabbing her hips he picked her up easily, surprised with how light she was, though that could just be because she was resting her upper-body back against the counter-top. He chased the thought from his mind though, grasping his erect length and rubbing the head against her entrance – and a mutual moan escaped them as he sunk inside her wet, receptive heat, his shaft sinking into her wet tightness.
He ended up balls-deep a moment later, staying still, but when Elira drew him into a kiss and groaned his name Mikhail started to move once more – pumping himself in-and-out of her slippery sex. He was still sensitive and so was she, making every little thrust thrice as intense for both of them, but that only encouraged him to thrust into this co-worker with growing lust, relishing the soft but pronounced smack of flesh when their pelvises met.
''Mn, ah... ah...'' Elira pulled back from the kiss, her lilted moans tickling his lips. ''C-Crap, faster...''
Not questioning his companion the young man picked up the pace, grunting as he sheathed himself inside her harder. Pleasure locked his hips up but he pushed through it, making his thrusts shorter and rougher, but Elira didn't seem to mind. Her moans were devoured as he kissed her once more, one of his hands holding her ass and his other grabbing at her left tit, groping it lustfully and coaxing moans out from the dragon-girl's lips.
Leaning back from the kiss Mikhail took a second to just soak her in; admiring her flushed face, her parted lips, her lustful eyes. His gaze ran down over her plump breasts as they heaved, traced her stomach muscles as they grew taut and firm, watched her thighs twitch and relished the sight of his cock spearing between her glistening lips, his pelvis smacking against them before he promptly pulled back for another thrust.
Fingers on his jaw tilted his head back up, and not a moment later they were kissing again. He groaned into it, his movements fast but becoming more ragged, fatigue taking its toll and leaving lust the only thing keeping him going. He wasn't going to last long and neither was Elira by the way she was clinging to him, her moans short and fast as he ploughed her up against the kitchenette counter.
''O-Oh god...'' Elira whimpered out, tempting him to nip her bottom lip. ''Ah...''
A group of people walked by the door, prompting him to kiss her deeply to stifle the sound of her moan; his own thrusts slowing long enough for the group to pass before immediately speeding back up, pounding her pussy. In the back of his mind he realised how incriminating their position was; how much clothes were on the floor and the mess they were making across the counter-top, pens scattered from when she'd knocked a cup over, but neither of them thought to stop. They craved release, and only that.
The thought propelled his hips forth, blindly slamming his cock into her tight tunnel and rippling waves of pleasure up Elira's body, her muscles growing taut and her breath catching in her throat before she let it out in a rasp, inhaling another quick breath before he fucked it out of her. His left hand groped her ass as he held her up whilst his right felt up her breast, squishing it between his fingers or flicking her nipple about, never failing to make her tighten around his throbbing cock.
''E-Elira...'' He barely managed to get out, breathing tight.
Elira just jerked her head in a nod. ''D-Do it. You already did a-anyway...''
Grunting an agreement the young man kept thrusting, his muscles simultaneously relaxing and tensing as he got permission, giving him no reason to hold back the torrent of carnal want climbing his cock-
-and with a short, tight gasp he came in her for the second time that evening. Spasms shocked through Elira in an instant, her hand slapping over her mouth to muffle her cry of pleasure, short as it was. She jerked, tightening around his cock and wringing every last spurt of cum she could from him, both of them shuddering as he filled her with his load.
Only when his orgasm drew to a close did Mikhail pull out, exhaling a heavy breath. ''Fuck, needed that...''
''Same...'' Elira panted back, managing a wry smile. ''We better... get back to the others, otherwise they'll think something's up.''
Mikhail glanced towards the door – before swiftly leaning down and stealing a rough kiss. Elira moaned in surprise but didn't resist; a slight smile curled at her lips as she reciprocated.
And when they drew apart, he had only one word to say. ''Number?''
''Lemme get my phone~''
Safe to say they met up in future, be it his in apartment or a hotel for a quick one-night fling.
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