The fluorescent lights hummed overhead in the stuffy office, casting a sterile glow over rows of cubicles cluttered with coffee mugs and stacks of paperwork. Emily, the fresh-faced blonde intern straight out of college, shifted in her ergonomic chair, her short plaid skirt riding up her smooth thighs. At nineteen, she was the epitome of teen temptation, with her golden hair tied in a messy ponytail and her tight white blouse straining against her perky tits. But beneath that innocent facade, she harbored a filthy secret—one that made her pulse race every time she logged into her work computer.
It started innocently enough, or so she told herself. Late nights scrolling through free teen porn on her phone had evolved into risky midday indulgences at the office. The thrill of it, the danger of getting caught, sent electric jolts straight to her core. Today was no different. The clock ticked past 2 PM, and the office was a ghost town—most of her coworkers out on lunch or errands. Emily’s fingers flew across the keyboard, pulling up her favorite site in an incognito window. The screen filled with thumbnails of teen porno vids: lithe young bodies writhing, pussies glistening under harsh lights, moans echoing from tinny speakers she kept muted.
She clicked on one titled “Naughty Teen Sex in the Backroom,” her breath hitching as the video buffered. The girl on screen was her mirror image—blonde, barely legal, spreading her legs for a faceless guy. Emily’s hand slipped under her desk, tracing the edge of her lace panties. The office air smelled faintly of printer ink and stale coffee, but in her mind, it was thick with the musky scent of arousal. She imagined herself in that video, her own teen pussy exposed, dripping with need. Her fingers dipped lower, brushing her swelling clit through the fabric, a soft whimper escaping her lips.
The buildup was agonizing. She glanced around, heart pounding, the carpet muffling any potential footsteps. The video played on: the girl’s gasps filling her headphones, wet slaps of skin on skin making Emily’s thighs clench. She was soaked now, her panties clinging to her folds like a second skin. Teen porn was her addiction, the raw, unfiltered lust of girls like her getting fucked senseless. It made her feel alive, dirty in the best way. She unbuttoned the top of her blouse, letting cool air kiss her hardening nipples, hidden just out of sight from the cubicle walls.
Across the aisle, Jake watched from his desk, pretending to type up reports. At twenty-two, he was the office golden boy—tall, broad-shouldered, with dark hair and a jawline that could cut glass. He’d noticed Emily from day one, the way her ass swayed in those short skirts, how her laugh lit up the room like forbidden fruit. But lately, he’d caught glimpses: her flushed cheeks, the way she squirmed when she thought no one was looking. Today, curiosity got the better of him. He stood quietly, coffee cup in hand as a prop, and edged closer to her cubicle, peering over the partition.
What he saw made his cock twitch instantly. Emily’s eyes were glued to the screen, her hand vanished beneath the desk, her chest heaving. The faint glow illuminated her face, lips parted in ecstasy. Jake’s mouth went dry, the scent of her subtle perfume—vanilla and something floral—wafting toward him. He should walk away, report it, anything. But instead, he felt a surge of heat, his pants tightening as he imagined what she was watching. Teen sex fantasies? The thought alone had him rock hard.
Emily was lost in the video, the on-screen girl now on all fours, taking a thick cock from behind with sloppy, eager thrusts. She mirrored the motion subtly, her hips grinding against her chair, fingers circling her clit faster. The office fan whirred in the background, but all she heard were the muffled moans in her ears, the slick sounds of her own wetness. Sweat beaded on her forehead, trickling down her neck into the valley of her cleavage. She was so close, teetering on the edge, when a shadow fell over her monitor.
“Holy shit, Emily,” Jake’s voice was low, husky, laced with shock and undeniable hunger. She froze, yanking her hand away, but it was too late. Her face burned crimson as she slammed the laptop shut, the video cutting off mid-moan. The air between them crackled, thick with tension. He stepped into her cubicle, closing the distance, his eyes dark with lust as they raked over her disheveled state—blouse askew, skirt hiked up, thighs pressed together.
“I… I didn’t mean—” she stammered, but Jake cut her off with a smirk, leaning against her desk. The wood creaked under his weight, and she could smell him now: clean soap mixed with a hint of cologne, masculine and intoxicating.
“What were you watching, huh? Looked like some hot teen porno.” His words hung heavy, and Emily’s pussy clenched involuntarily at the acknowledgment. No denial, just raw truth. She bit her lip, glancing up at him through lashes, her body still thrumming with unspent need.
“It’s none of your business,” she whispered, but there was no conviction in it. Her nipples poked against her blouse, traitors to her feigned innocence. Jake’s gaze dropped there, lingering, before meeting her eyes again.
“Maybe not. But now you’ve got me curious. And hard as fuck.” He shifted, letting her see the bulge straining his khakis. Emily’s breath caught, a fresh wave of arousal flooding her. This was better than any free teen porn—real, right here, in the office where anyone could walk in.
The buildup intensified as Jake reached out, his fingers brushing her knee. The touch was electric, sending sparks up her leg. “Show me,” he murmured, voice rough. “Or I’ll tell everyone about your little teen porn habit.”
Her heart hammered, but defiance mixed with desire. She reopened the laptop slowly, the video resuming where it left off—the girl’s cries filling the space between them. Jake watched, transfixed, his hand sliding higher on her thigh, rough palm grazing her soft skin. The office was silent save for the hum of machines and their quickening breaths. Emily’s hand trembled as she hit play, the screen alive with teen sex: the blonde taking it deep, her face contorted in bliss.
“Fuck, that’s hot,” Jake growled, his fingers inching under her skirt, finding the damp lace. Emily gasped, arching into his touch. He teased her through the fabric, feeling her heat, her wetness seeping through. The scent of her arousal filled the cubicle—sweet, tangy, utterly addictive. She gripped the desk, nails digging into the fake wood, as he pressed harder, circling her clit with expert pressure.
“You like watching teen porno, don’t you? Gets you all worked up, imagining it’s you getting railed.” His words were dirty whispers, fueling her fire. Emily nodded, whimpering, her free hand clutching his shirt. The video escalated: the guy flipping the girl over, pounding her missionary style, tits bouncing with each thrust. Emily’s hips bucked against Jake’s hand, chasing friction.
He didn’t make her wait long. With a swift motion, he yanked her panties aside, plunging two fingers into her slick teen pussy. She cried out, the sound echoing softly off the cubicle walls, but she didn’t care. He pumped them in and out, curling to hit that spot that made stars burst behind her eyes. Wet squelches mixed with the video’s audio, a symphony of lust. Her juices coated his hand, dripping down her thighs, the leather chair creaking beneath her.
“So fucking tight,” Jake groaned, his thumb rubbing her clit in tandem. Emily’s ponytail came undone, blonde waves cascading over her shoulders as she thrashed. The office air grew heavier, sweat slicking their skin. She could feel his cock pressing against her leg through his pants, thick and insistent, begging for release.
Emboldened, she reached for his zipper, fumbling with it until his shaft sprang free—veiny, throbbing, pre-cum beading at the tip. Her mouth watered at the sight, the musky scent of his arousal hitting her like a drug. “I want this,” she breathed, stroking him firmly, feeling him pulse in her grip. Jake hissed, thrusting into her hand, his fingers never stopping their assault on her pussy.
The video hit its climax—the on-screen teen screaming as she came, body shuddering. Emily followed suit, her orgasm crashing over her like a wave, walls clenching around Jake’s fingers. She bit down on her lip to muffle her moans, but they spilled out anyway, raw and desperate. Juices gushed, soaking his hand, the chair, everything. He didn’t let up, drawing it out until she was trembling, oversensitive and begging.
But Jake wasn’t done. He pulled his fingers free, slick with her essence, and brought them to her lips. “Taste yourself, you dirty teen slut.” Emily sucked them eagerly, the salty-sweet flavor exploding on her tongue. It was filthier than any teen porn she’d ever seen, and she craved more.
He spun her chair to face him, hiking her skirt up to her waist. Her panties were ruined, twisted to the side, exposing her shaved, glistening folds. Jake dropped to his knees, the carpet rough against his slacks, and buried his face between her thighs. His tongue lapped at her, broad strokes from entrance to clit, devouring her like a starving man. Emily’s hands fisted in his hair, pulling him closer, the sounds obscene: slurps, gasps, her heels scraping the floor.
The office clock ticked indifferently, but time stretched into eternity. Jake’s stubble scraped her inner thighs, a delicious burn, while his mouth worked magic—sucking her clit, tongue-fucking her hole. She ground against his face, smearing her wetness across his cheeks, lost in the sensory overload. The video looped in the background, forgotten now, as real teen sex unfolded right there.
“God, you taste like heaven,” he mumbled against her, vibrations sending shivers through her. Emily’s second orgasm built faster, coiling tight in her belly. She rode his tongue, hips rolling, tits heaving with each breath. The scent of sex permeated the air, mingling with the faint ozone from the computers.
When she came again, it was explosive—squirting onto his chin, her cries barely contained. Jake lapped it up greedily, then stood, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. His cock stood proud, demanding attention. He grabbed her by the waist, lifting her effortlessly onto the desk, papers scattering like confetti.
Emily wrapped her legs around him, pulling him close. The tip of his cock nudged her entrance, hot and insistent. “Fuck me,” she pleaded, voice hoarse. “Like in the teen porno.” Jake didn’t need more invitation. He thrust in deep, filling her completely, stretching her teen pussy to its limits. The sensation was overwhelming—full, burning, perfect.
He set a brutal pace, hips snapping against hers, the desk rocking with each pound. Skin slapped skin, loud in the quiet office, her wetness easing the way. Emily’s nails raked his back through his shirt, leaving red trails. She could feel every inch of him, ridged and pulsing, hitting depths that made her see white.
“Take it, you porn-addicted little teen whore,” he grunted, one hand pinning her wrists above her head, the other squeezing her tit, pinching the nipple until she yelped. The pain-pleasure mix pushed her higher. Her blouse tore open further, buttons popping, exposing her fully. Jake’s mouth latched onto a nipple, sucking hard, teeth grazing.
They were animals now, rutting in the open cubicle, oblivious to risk. The video played on, a perverse soundtrack to their frenzy. Emily’s legs tightened around him, heels digging into his ass, urging him deeper. Sweat dripped from his brow onto her chest, cooling instantly in the air-conditioned room.
He flipped her over suddenly, bending her across the desk, ass up. The position was vulnerable, exposed—her skirt bunched at her waist, pussy dripping down her thighs. Jake admired the view, slapping her ass lightly, watching it jiggle. “This what you watch in your free teen porn? Getting fucked like a bitch in heat?”
“Yes,” she moaned, pushing back. He slammed into her from behind, the angle hitting her G-spot relentlessly. Each thrust jolted her forward, tits dragging across the desk’s surface, nipples aching from friction. The sounds were symphony: his grunts, her whimpers, the wet glide of cock in cunt.
Jake’s hands gripped her hips, bruising, pulling her onto him. He reached around, fingers finding her clit again, rubbing in time with his thrusts. Emily was a mess—hair wild, makeup smudged, body quaking. Another orgasm ripped through her, milking his cock, but he held back, pounding through it.
“Not yet,” he rasped, slowing to a torturous grind, letting her feel every vein. Then he sped up, chasing his own release. The office door creaked somewhere distant—footsteps? They froze for a heartbeat, but the thrill only heightened it. Jake covered her mouth with his hand, muffling her as he drove harder.
Her body responded, clenching, drawing him in. He growled low, thrusts erratic, and finally, with a shuddering groan, he pulled out, spilling hot ropes of cum across her ass and back. The warmth seeped into her skin, marking her. Emily collapsed onto the desk, panting, aftershocks rippling through her.
But Jake wasn’t finished. He spun her around, cock still semi-hard, glistening with their mixed fluids. “Suck it clean,” he ordered, and she did, kneeling on the carpet, taking him into her mouth. The taste was them—salty, creamy, intoxicating. She bobbed her head, tongue swirling, feeling him harden again under her attention.
The office lights buzzed on, forgotten in their haze. Emily hollowed her cheeks, deepthroating him, gagging slightly but pushing through. Jake’s hands tangled in her blonde hair, guiding her, fucking her face with shallow thrusts. Drool escaped her lips, trailing down her chin onto her exposed tits.
He pulled her up, kissing her fiercely, tasting himself on her tongue. Their bodies pressed together, slick with sweat and cum. “We’re not done,” he whispered against her lips, his hand sliding between her legs once more, finding her still-sensitive folds.
Emily nodded, eager, as he lifted her onto the desk again, spreading her wide. His cock, now fully revived, teased her entrance. The video looped endlessly, a reminder of how it all started—her secret teen porn habit sparking this wildfire of teen sex. She arched as he entered her slowly this time, savoring the stretch, the fullness.
Their rhythm built anew, slower but deeper, bodies syncing in a dance of pure lust. His hands roamed—caressing her thighs, kneading her ass, pinching her nipples. Emily’s moans were softer now, breathy, but no less intense. The scent of their sex hung heavy, a private perfume in the corporate cage.
Jake’s pace quickened, hips snapping, driving them both toward another peak. She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him down for messy kisses, tongues tangling as their bodies slapped together. The desk groaned in protest, but they didn’t care—lost in the raw, uninhibited fuck that had ignited from one forbidden glance.