I noticed the snowstorm was raging outside while making my coffee in the small kitchenette of the office. Very few came to work today, except the hot office hunk. He was tall with tanned features, and his hair was short but wild. He had this uncanny ability to undress you just by looking at you with a smirk on his face.

Jacob has been after me since he learned that I broke up with my ex a week ago. He was sexy as hell but had a dark side and a reputation around the office. A year ago, I saw an amateur sex tape that Jacob made with a former intern. Back then, I thought it was weird, but right now, I’m cursing myself for not having saved a copy.

I have never done something as crazy as filming an amateur sex video. My ex was a conventional guy. Sex with him was good, but nothing exciting.

Hell, who am I kidding! The accidental brush of Jacobs’s fingers on my hand this morning at the elevator made me wetter than the sex I had for the past two years.

I went back to my desk. Opening a web page, I typed amateur fuck in the search engine. The first result was a website for amateur porn videos. While I debated opening the site during work hours, a soft chuckle came from the man crouching behind me. I jumped and looked back to see Jacob looking at me with desire in his eyes. His sexy smirk was plastered on his face.

“What the hell are you doing, Jacob.” I yelped.

“I could ask you the same question, sugar,” replied Jacob, “If you have any questions about amateur porn, I’m sure I can help,” he said with a wink, “You’ve seen my video, so you know that I’m no amateur in filming sex tapes.”

He was still smiling and looking down at me. I was dumbfounded.

Jacob took hold of the armrests and bent over me. I was now trapped between his large chest and the chair.

“Come on, Emma. I know that you can be a lot of fun. There’s no one here today, so let’s play a little game. What do you say?”

“Are you suggesting that we make an amateur sex tape, Jacob?” I asked incredulously.

“Hah, no sugar, no. You’re new at this, so I was thinking we start with something simpler.”

I kept waiting for him to say more, but he was silent. Should I agree to it? Oh, I can’t think with him so close to me. I stole a glance at his lips. “What…” I started, “What’s something simpler?”

He grinned so wide that I felt like he was the Big Bad Wolf who was about to swallow me whole. My heart raced, and I waited with anticipation.

He rose, told me to wait for his text message, and left. I stayed frozen in place for a couple of minutes. What did I agree to? I’m not sure, but I wanted him so bad. So, I waited.

His first message came an hour later: Here’s something for my eager and sweet student. Watch and learn!

Next, there was a series of pictures… Oh my God! It was images of his hard dick! I turned my phone down and looked around. Nobody was here. I looked back at the photos. The following message read: This, sugar, is amateur dick pics.

OMG, in the photos, he was wearing the same pants as this morning. Also, the tiles on the floor were identical to those in the office restroom! He’s half-naked in the restroom right now!

Before knowing what, I was doing, I unbuttoned my blouse and freed my boobs from the lacy bra. I took a few pictures and sent it to him, saying: And what is that called?

His reply was instant: Wow! You’re gorgeous! That, sugar, is called busty amateur!

I laughed at his message and said to myself: “And I guess we’re sending amateur nudes right now.”

I heard the ding of the new message and hurried to see what he had sent. It was another photo of his big dick! But this time, it was half-swallowed by another’s woman mouth! I felt a pang of jealousy and wished it was me in that photo.

This is an amateur blowjob. The message that followed said. And here’s a challenge for you. I wonder if you can show me what amateur pussy pics look like?

I was so turned on! Could I stop now? I looked around and found nobody. Then, I slowly took off my high-tight boots, pantyhose, and lacy thong. I put my boots back on and went to take the photos. After a couple of tries, I sent Jacob a couple of pictures of my pink wet pussy.

The reply was immediate again: If you don’t get your ass over here, I will come there and fuck you on your desk in front of whoever passes by.

I choked while reading that message. Was he serious? I couldn’t resist this thing between us anymore. I got up and ran to the office restroom.

Bursting through the door, I saw him coming towards me. We were kissing so passionately that Jacob was struggling with locking the door. Our clothes were down in seconds.

Jacob pulled back and asked, “Should I set up the phone to record us?”

It was a simple question, but I was so wet and excited that I could just nod.

He set up the camera and came back to me.

His hands were everywhere. He slid one finger between my thighs. My pussy was dripping wet. A moan escaped my lips when I felt his hard dick teasing me from behind. I wanted him buried inside and I wanted it right now!

A scream of surprise slipped out when he went inside. He lifted my left leg and turned me towards the phone camera. I was holding the countertop with one hand, and with the other, I was massaging my clit.

Jacob sped up, and I felt him hitting my sweet spot.

“I’m going to come soon, sugar!” He whispered into my ear.

It made me tremble. It was the last push I needed. I was coming so hard that I felt my leg and hand slipping up. Jacob caught me with one arm and let my leg go. He was going hard behind me, and a second later, he was coming inside. I was breathless.

We were catching our breath while he pulled out. His warm cum started spilling over my legs. He saw it coming down and went for a tissue to wipe it off. His hands brushed against my sensitive pussy, and he said, “And that, sugar, that is an Amateur Creampie!