Sarah was busy speaking filth into my ear about how thick and long and hard my cock was as she tugged me off over the table used by colleagues for morning break and lunches. My balls unloaded like I have rarely seen. The combination of Sarah speaking filth and the sense of doing something so graphic and sexually charged at work added to the load I'd needed to shed anyway. Spurt after spurt of warm, thick, creamy spunk landed with almost a thud onto the table. The jets of spunk went the whole length of the table. We stood there for a second, me in post orgasmic haze and Sarah fingering herself with her other hand. She shuddered as she hit a climax and stuck her tongue into my mouth with lust. I responded and could already feel my limpening dick throb again. Sarah knelt down and sucked the last drop of creamy spunk as it hung dripping off my bellend. We then heard noises as some staff were approaching down the hall. Thankfully there was a dispenser with blue paper towels in the room and Sarah quickly grabbed a handful and wiped and mopped up my load as I then used wet towels to wipe off the residue. Colleagues entered as we hurriedly sat down, me with my shirt and jumper pulled down over my cock which still hung loose underneath and out of my trousers. Sarah asked if I wanted a coffee and that she'd make it. We sat there whilst colleagues chatted banal nonsense about their day. Me with my cock still hanging out but underneath my pulled down jumper, belt unbuckled. Sarah sat across from me occasionally flashing her glistening fanny at me. We made our excuses and I grabbed a book to place in front of myself to protect against any showing. Our next meeting was equally as thrilling...