Office Slut
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She missed phone calls… a lot. She made typos… a lot. Hell she even talked on the phone on personal calls during company time… a hell of a lot. But all things considered she was still the best secretary that the company had ever had… John thought to himself. If only because she was so damn hot.
He smiled to himself as he watched her at the copy machine, he could see the slender curves of her body highlighted by the window in front of her. While he could see the slender lines of her bra, there were no matching lines below. His cock stirred in his pants as he realized that she must not be wearing any panties.
He tried to dismiss the thought and return to the report in front of him, which he had carefully stacked in front of him in a vague effort to look busy without actually doing any work. No matter how hard he tried his eyes kept drifting back to her, her long legs, her ample chest, her chestnut hair. He realized after a moment that he had been staring at her, and with a shock he realized that she was staring back at him, and smiling a smile that would have made a nun faint.
“Are you ready for lunch?” she said. She leaned over giving him an eye full of her breathtaking cleavage.
“Yea, what are you having for lunch?” he asked, aware of the fact that his face was flushing.
“You” she said, her smile widening “I have noticed you staring at me for awhile now…” she said
“What? No…” He started to protest
“Shhh…” she cooed, one finger brushing his lips. She pushed him back before plopping herself down into his lap. She pulled his head towards hers and their lips met, he could taste the slight flavor of cherry before her tongue darted into his mouth.
His arms slipped around her, pulling her body against his. He thrilled at the feeling of her breasts pressing against his chest and the sensual heat that radiated from her body. He picked her up and set her on his desk, ignoring the immediate mess this made of his report.
She leaned back exposing her pussy and confirming his belief in the fact that she was not wearing any panties, John groaned loudly. He bent her legs back, pressing them against her chest and lifting her ass off the edge of the table. He slid one finger along the length of her slit and smiled as she shuddered. Her pussy was already sopping wet and his cock strained against the cotton prison of his pants. He slipped one hand down the front of his pants and freed his cock, which promptly stood at attention. Without missing a beat he slid the head of his cock through the outer lips of her pussy, feeling the heat that radiated off of it and gathering up some of her moisture before pressing his cock inside of her.
She groaned, a sound that was more animal than human, as his cock split the lips of her pussy apart and forced its way inside of her.
“Oh… Mr. Johnson” she groaned, her sentence trailed off as her eyes rolled up as though she were trying to see the inside of her skull.
Her prim white blouse was disheveled by their prior activity, and the edges of a black lace bra peeked out. Her black skirt was rolled up over her waist leaving her pussy exposed. He eased his cock inside of her, reveling in the feel as her tight cunt gripped at his shaft. He took one of her ankles in both hands, spreading her legs further apart, the warmth of her skin oozed through the sheer pantyhose she was wearing.
Their bodies met and merged, spreading the sounds of their passion through the work area, a pile of papers was knocked to the floor, something which he silently cursed her for, as he fucked her.
“Im cumming!” she cried, her body shook and jerked as she seemed to lose temporary control of her limbs as she surrendered to her pleasure. After a moment she seemed to regain her sense of control and she started to lean forward.
She righted herself, sitting up on the desk, and pushed him down into a sitting position, her hand on his chest firm but insistent. As he took his seat she climbed up on top of him. She hovered above him for an instant, bringing her pussy almost to eye level as she lined up his cock before thrusting herself down upon it. Her high heeled shoes clicked against the surface of the desk as she took his cock inside of her. With hurried, desperate hands he bared one of her breasts, his hungry mouth latching upon her exposed nipple. Her buddy shuddered at his touch and one of her hands pressed the back of his head more firmly against her chest. Her hips shuddered and gyrated, grinding their crotches together. All at once her body rocked and she threw her head back as she moaned half formed thoughts about cumming. She would have fallen in that moment were not his arms entwined around her body, as her legs gave out. His own orgam had been waiting in the wings for some time and the sounds of her final pleasure brought it roaring to life. He lifted her hips up before slamming them back down upon his, sinking his cock as deep into her pussy as he could as cum erupted from his cock, coating the inside of her pussy with his seed. He took no notice of her surprised cry, so consumed was he in ecstasy.
They collapsed together, lying amidst the detritus that had been the report he was working on, now spread over the length of his office. He could feel his cum leaking out of her and dripping down his cock, which was slowly pulling itself out of her as it shrank back to its normal size. He was pretty sure that this was the best lunch break in recent memory.
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