Real, indirect sexual encounters with a beautiful female colleague

Tingting is my colleague, 26 years old this year, with 　　a cheerful personality. Unmarried, she's slim, fair-skinned, and has big eyes—very pretty.
We work in the same office, and since we're both young, we get along quite well. We often help each other with work and chat and laugh together in our free time. Although her breasts aren't large, she has a great figure, with a small, firm bottom. Combined with her striking looks, she attracts a lot of attention from the male colleagues.
I
'm no exception; I often lewdly admire her bottom when she turns her back—her small bottom encased in tight jeans is incredibly alluring. One

day, I stood next to her desk, and Tingting was leaning over her desk writing some materials. From my angle, I could see her breasts through her wide neckline! Perhaps because it was summer and hot, her bra was loose, and with the loose neckline of her dress, her right breast was completely visible, even the nipple!
Although it was only for a few seconds, it excited me greatly. That night, I indulged in fantasies about her fair breasts and pale nipples, and masturbated
intensely. It felt so good!
Some
of you might not understand what I mean by indirect sexual intercourse. Don't worry, let me explain. Last summer, after lunch, I returned to my office and found it empty. I strolled around, drinking water, and
when
I reached Tingting's desk, I noticed her purse was open, and a small, unzipped compartment was bulging with something—a sanitary napkin! (Of course, it was unused.) For some reason, my heart suddenly raced. The thought of that folded sanitary napkin in her bag—the one Tingting used to put under her underwear, directly in contact with her vagina—made me swallow hard
. I glanced around the room, making sure no one else was there, and then listened intently in the hallway—quiet and deserted. With lightning speed, I snatched the sanitary napkin from her bag, stuffed it into my pocket, and quickly left the office, escaping the scene of the crime. Haha. I went to chat with someone in another room. That entire afternoon, her sanitary napkin was in my pants pocket, making it quite bulging. My colleagues , seeing my bulging pockets, would never have guessed it contained Tingting's sanitary napkin! That night, I used that sanitary napkin to indulge myself without restraint. I pressed it against my face, inhaling the faint scent, licking the soft pad, and thrusting my penis up and down until I ejaculated. Even though the sanitary napkin wasn't hers, the thought of her using it was enough to excite me immensely. From that day on, I paid special attention to her desk, noticing that she sometimes left things there. So I seized every opportunity to approach her when no one was around, hoping to steal a few of her personal items to satisfy my urges . But after looking around for a long time, I realized there were some things I couldn't take, because she would easily notice if they were gone, so I hadn't succeeded. Finally , one evening after work, all my colleagues had left the company on time, leaving me alone to work overtime on a project. I sat in front of the computer, working diligently, hoping to finish quickly so I could go home and rest. Around 8 PM, the damn work was finally finished. I got up and stretched, and suddenly my eyes lit up—there was a set of keys hanging on Tingting's desk drawer, which meant I could open her drawer ! I calmed myself down first, then went to the hallway to check the situation. All the offices were dark and empty; I was the only one left in the entire company. I quickly went to her desk, easily opened the drawer, and wow! The contents were incredible! What excited me most was her makeup bag! So I sat in her chair and took everything out of the bag one by one: lipstick, eyeshadow, eyebrow pencil, and other small bottles and jars whose contents I didn't recognize, but I knew they were things she used to put on her face. Continuing to rummage through the drawer, I found some small accessories, including the headband I often saw her wearing in her ponytail . My heart started racing, but I knew I couldn't take these things. If I did, she'd definitely find out the next day. The items weren't worth much, but my goal wasn't to steal; I just wanted to have some fun. It wasn't worth the risk. Since the office curtains were drawn and there were no security cameras, I decided to go all in. I pulled my pants down to my knees, sat in Tingting's chair, and took a lipstick from her makeup bag. Thinking about how this half-used lipstick was what she used to apply to her lips every day, my penis instantly became erect . I first held the lipstick under my nose and smelled it; the fragrance was wonderful. Then I started gently rubbing the lipstick on my glans—it felt so good! The lipstick felt cool on my glans, and the already engorged and shiny glans looked even more striking with the lipstick. I used one hand to stimulate my glans with the lipstick, and the other hand to pinch and play with my nipple, imagining the small nipples I had peeked at before. I was almost boiling with excitement .

After applying it for a while, I chose another lipstick and continued rubbing it on the glans. She had three or four lipsticks in her makeup bag, and I didn't miss a single one, letting them all have intimate contact with my penis—not just on the glans, but later covering the entire penis with lipstick color. After using the lipstick, I continued looking for other things—although there were many other cosmetics, not many were suitable for playing with, so
I
chose a small soft sponge brush she used for applying eyeshadow. Since it was a black sponge, I could play with it as much as I wanted without worrying about leaving marks. I brushed the glans, testicles, and the entire penis thoroughly! Then I found a powder compact for applying foundation and rubbed it on my penis with gusto. As I played with more and more things, the pleasure in my lower body became increasingly intense. Suddenly

, my eyes lit up as I stared at Tingting's water cup—this was practically her personal item, coming into contact with her mouth every day, so it was a rare treat! I put my makeup bag back, picked up her cup, and found it half full of water, probably leftovers from the day. Without thinking, I drank it all in one gulp, then proceeded to lick the rim—because the rim was where her mouth held the water, and it must have been covered in her saliva. Whether
it
was psychological or real, I couldn't tell if it was just my imagination, but my tongue actually tasted a faint sweetness on the rim of her cup.

I licked the entire rim in circles, then turned the cup upside down and slipped it directly onto my penis. Because she was using a small, shallow porcelain cup,
the head of
my penis was directly against the bottom. However, a water cup is still a water cup, and even the smallest cup is still larger than my penis, so directly stroking it to achieve pleasure was almost impossible. So I held the cup in my hand, letting the inner wall of the cup rub against my penis in circles, making sure my penis rubbed against every corner of the cup—the bottom, the walls, even the rim—I scrubbed it all with my penis.
While
scrubbing the cup with my penis, I rubbed my bare buttocks back and forth on her chair—the chair where she sits for eight hours every day
! I played like this
for a long time, my penis remaining erect, but the cup couldn't make me ejaculate. So I got up from the chair, squatted between the desk and the chair, and pressed my face against the indentation in the middle of the chair—wasn't that the spot where Tingting's buttocks were pressed tightly? I inhaled deeply, trying to find the scent of her lower body from the spot where her buttocks were pressed. No matter how faint the scent was, at that moment it powerfully stimulated my
nerves
. I felt it was time to ejaculate, so I sat back down in my chair, took out the light blue hairband she often used to tie her hair from my makeup bag, and wrapped it around the base of my penis, including my testicles. Then, while playing with her cup, I vigorously masturbated, fantasizing about her cute little mouth, her breasts that I had secretly peeked at, and her vulva covered by a sanitary napkin.
Just
like that, a wave of pleasure quickly spread from my lower body to my entire body. In the instant before ejaculation, I aimed my glans at her cup—thump, thump, one spurt, two spurts, three spurts… my hot, viscous semen shot into the cup. Then, I slumped back in her chair
. After a
while, I calmed down from the pleasure and picked up the cup to examine it under the light. I saw semen stuck to the inside of the cup, and suddenly felt that this wasn't enough. So I dipped my finger in the semen and spread it evenly inside the cup, leaving no blank spots, making sure the entire cup was covered with my semen.
I
pulled up my pants and felt something was wrong—although I tried my best to spread it, a lot of semen still settled at the bottom of the cup, which was a bit too dangerous. So I took the cup to the tap, filled it with water, and then poured it out. I repeated this several times until the large amount of semen at the bottom of the cup was no longer visible. However, the semen smeared on the cup walls wouldn't be easily washed away by the water, so if she didn't wash the cup with her hands tomorrow, she would definitely drink water mixed with my semen. Then I refilled the cup halfway with water, restoring it to its original half-full state. I packed up my makeup bag, put everything back in its place, and checked it several times to make sure no other traces were left. Satisfied, I left the company. The next day, I
arrived at the company early to see if she would notice anything. About ten minutes later, Tingting arrived. As usual, she put down her things and the first thing she did was grab a cup to get water. I watched her closely and noticed that she had only poured out the half-cup of water from yesterday; she hadn't washed the cup. She simply filled another cup and walked to her seat, sipping the water as she went. When she reached me, we looked at each other. I nodded and greeted her, and she smiled in response—I bet she never imagined that the water she was drinking at that moment would contain my semen ! This was incredibly satisfying! From that day on, I became obsessed with using her cup for indirect sex. Whenever I had the chance to work overtime alone, I would make full use of that time to violate her cup. I did it about five or six times in total. One time, when I ejaculated, I didn't ejaculate into the cup, but all of it landed on her chair, where she sat. Then I smeared it evenly with my hand. When it wouldn't spread, I smeared the rest of the semen on her desk, the spot where she usually hunched over to write. I spread it evenly all over, and after it dried, I kept it close to her side. Whenever she sat at her desk, she would breathe in the air filled with the smell of my semen .

Although she later wiped the table with a cloth, our chairs were never wiped because they were upholstered in soft fabric. I later went to check her seat, and her chair—the place where her pert little bottom sat every day—still faintly showed traces of semen.

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