Author: SerenaJ
Title: Nice Office
Summary: Then your hand grips the back of my head. “Oh God, don’t
stop.”  I wasn’t intending to.
Keywords: MF, cons, piv, oral, job


Nice Office


“Nice office.”

“Small but useful.”

“Private.” I say, closing the door.

“Not sound proof.” You remind me.  I think, by that grin, that
you’re having the same idea I am.

“Really? Pity.” I come around to your side of the desk and drop
to my knees, suddenly tire of the pretense that I’m not planning
to screw you. I lean up and your lips meet mine in a fiery kiss
that pushes my heart rate up.  I run my fingers through your hair
and open my mouth further so I can taste the cool, sweet cola
still lingering on your tongue.  Your hands on my face pull me up
just a bit and I lean heavily against you to keep from pulling us
both down on the floor.

A tap on the door disrupts us and I slide under your desk as you
respond. Someone comes in and asks about something you clearly
understand.  He sits down.  I can hear the resigned annoyance in
your voice.  I get ideas.

I slide my hand up the inside of your thigh.  You shift in your
chair.  Then I squeeze your cock firmly.  You jump.  You claim to
have a leg cramp while trying to push my hand from your zipper.

I have just enough space to fit my head between the desk and your
chair. You manage to carry on a brief but technical conversation
while I suck your dick to full hardness.  Finally, he leaves.

“Close the door again, will you?  I need to get some work done.”

Then your hand grips the back of my head. “Oh God, don’t stop.” 
I wasn’t intending to.  I just glad I have a little more space
with your chair pushed back.  A second knock on the door and I
pull your chair back under the desk while you invite another
distraction in.  This one only last a minute or two but it’s long
enough for me to take off my soaked panties. He leaves.  You sigh
deeply, “We can’t do this here.”

“I have an idea.”

I sit in your lap, facing away from you and loop my legs inside
the arms of your desk chair.

“You will ache in the morning, of course.” You laugh softly at me
even while moving my hair to kiss the back of my neck.

“It will be worth it.” I sigh as I lift myself up slightly and
slip your cock inside me. I gasp when your finger tease my very
exposed clit.  I lean forward on your desk and experiment with
shifting my hips until I find a movement that makes me shiver. 
Then I slip my head and shoulders back under your desk, resting
the palms of my hands on the floor.

“What are you –“ you gasp as I arch my hips down on you and up
again. The strokes are shallow but both of us are into it after
only a few of them. Your fingers stroking my clit make it
impossible for me to maintain any kind of rhythm and I have to
bit both lips to stay quite as first my orgasm rolls through me.

“Yes?” I hear you call out yet again.  Someone opens the door.  I
can hear the conversation; I just can’t follow it with you
pinching my clit. It dawns on me that my ass must be hidden from
everyone but you.  You’re being fucked at your desk while you’re
working and no one but me knows it. The thought drive another
orgasm and I can barely hold still.  I hear you cough; your
co-worker asks if you’re alright.  Suddenly your hand leaves my
pussy.  One of your drawers opens.  Something cold and runny hits
the crack of my ass squarely and I squirm silently as it runs
both down my back and over my anus.  I can feel you throbbing
inside me.  In a minute, I’m going to cum loudly no matter what.

Your hand, cold, rests gently on my ass cheek. It warms but the
touch makes me squirm again and makes my pussy clinch around you.


Then, both your hands rest on my ass and you begin pumping me as
hard as the awkward position will allow.  I find myself a little
lightheaded, swimming in the rush of blood and bliss.  I hold
back as much as I can but I cannot suppress a quiet whimper as
you empty into me.

We sit there – slump there – for another few minutes before the
throbbing of my head and the age of my hips conspire to make me
move. Getting out of the position is much more awkward than
getting in it and we both laugh softly.

I’m standing beside you and we are both trying to determine where
my underwear went when yet another knock sounds on your door.

“Oh, sorry.  Steve said you were alone.”

“It’s ok.  I just dropped by to say hi.  I can see you’re busy
today.” I pick up my purse.  I can feel our mixed juices running
down my leg.  I hear you sniff; I’ll bet you can smell them. 
“I’ll just run along now.  If you that thing of mine, Sweetie,
keep it for me.”

“Oh, I shall.” You respond with that wicked grin. “I shall.”

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