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Subject: {ASSM} The Last Day At Work (M/F, Office)
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The Last Day At Work
by AntaeusQ

It was seven in the morning, and I was sitting at my desk, catching up
on my work as a developer. The company I worked for wasn't doing so
well. No one was interested in buying our overpriced, buggy software.
Didn't mean we'd stop trying. We'd plow ahead. More discounts, more
advertising. Ever since the layoff a month before, where we lost 30-
some people, there was more for everyone to do. I came in earlier, and
worked straight into the night. I was fighting the good fight. I was
trying to keep my job.

I was in the middle of writing an email, when I realized I wasn't
alone. I heard a door open. Suddenly, the lights went on across the
cubicle floor. Someone coughed.

I got up. "Hello," I said.

"Over here, James. I don't want to spook you." I was surprised to see
Kathy the HR director waving. "I heard that you came in at the crack
of dawn."

"Earlier."

"Had to come see it for myself. Early to rise, first to shine, eh?
Mind if I join you?"

"Come on over," I said, and sat down.

She stepped into my cubicle. I turned around, smiling. You saw Kathy,
you'd smile too.

"Hey, James," she said.

She had on her navy blue business suit with matching skirt and
champagne blouse. Her pantyhose accentuated the long curve of her
legs. She was something special, especially with that prim, brown,
shoulder-length hair. She was straight out of some 1950s ad for
wholesome living. She was thirty-four, and married with children, two
preschool aged twin girls. I was twenty-four.

"What're you doing here so early, Kathy?" I asked. "You're an
executive. Don't you guys come in at ten? Maybe there's a problem with
your watch." I loved teasing her. She was good humored enough to take
it.

She laughed. "Maybe." She smiled, showing her perfectly white teeth.
"I'll have to check." She leaned against a solid wall with her head.
Her arms hung loose. "How was your weekend? Do anything fun?"

"It was good. Hung out with some friends. Went bowling." The truth: I
spent most of it jacking off to porn. "How was yours?"

"Great," she said. "Went to the beach, tanned." She turned her face
side to side, and pulled her fingers through her hair. "Now, it's
cloudy. Can you believe it? They say it's going to rain."

"Perfect timing," I said. "You look nice."

"Thanks," she said demurely. I love going to the beach, wearing my 2-
piece, drinking, walking around the town, burning under the sun. It
was so much fun."

"Just keep the kids away from the ocean."

"What kids? It was just me and my girlfriends." She laughed. "The
girls are with their dad and his parents. This was a Grownup Girl's
Night Out."

"Well that sounds great, Kathy. Just great."

"Anyway, the reason I'm here. I need to talk to you." She stood up
straight and straightened her jacket sleeves.

"Sure. I'll drop by. Maybe in a few minutes? I was in the middle of an
email, but I should be finished in no time."

"Yeah, okay. It's kind of urgent," She got a chair from the cubicle
across from me. Her skirt stretched wide against her thighs. It was a
scene right out of some horny-teen movie. All I had to do was walk up
behind her and poke her in the ass. The rest took care of itself.

"I can wait. Don't mind me. I'll just sit here and hum along," she
said.

"Thanks."

She sat down. "Just don't take too long."

She looked around my cubicle space. She had her legs crossed, the
skirt riding up a few inches above her knees. I followed the shape and
the darker brown outline of her pantyhose. I never saw Kathy wear
pants. They weren't feminine enough for her, I guess. She turned back
to me and I was too slow to not to get caught.

"What?" she asked. She crossed her leg over the other leg, and tugged
on her skirt and smiled. She placed her hands on her knee. "Ready?"
she asked.

"Yeah, I'm ready."

"It won't take long." I followed her to her office on the other side
of the building. She walked with a tilt to her hips and a smile on her
face. I kept a few steps behind, just so I could watch.

***

She took off her jacket and sat down behind her desk. I don't know
what it is about a woman taking off an article of clothing. It was
just a jacket, and I was already getting aroused.

"Please sit," she said, and motioned to one of the two chairs in front
of her immaculate desk. She didn't even have a computer on it, just a
blotter, a pen and a vanilla envelope with my name written on an
orange tab. Her office was clean and uncluttered. A few family
pictures, a book shelf with half a dozen books, a lamp. "Figured we
could use a little privacy," she said. And then she didn't say
anything. She furrowed her eyebrows and she bit her cheek.

"So, what's up?" I asked.

"James."

"Kathy." I chuckled.

"Okay. This isn't easy. It's never easy, but especially with someone
you like. And I do like you, James. I hope I've shown you that. I
consider you a friend. We've known each other how long, now?"

"Almost four years," I said.

"That long? I remember when I first interviewed you. You'd just
graduated college. The company was going places. We had all that
money, remember? Millions." She took a deep breath, and continued.
"I'm sorry you have to hear this from me, James. This is the part of
the job I hate the most."

It was right then that I figure it out. I mean, what else could it be?

"You're losing your job." She got the words out and she immediately
dropped her elbows onto the table. She sobbed into her hands. "Oh my
god, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." She practically wailed. "Not very
professional, of me. Oh my nose is running. Excuse me." She blew her
nose.

"Something I did?" I asked half heartedly.

"You? No." She studied my face. "Your boss. He had a choice. He was
asked to let go of someone in your team, Christine or you."

"You know about Christine and Tim, right?" Christine was the junior
programmer, one year out of college. She was okay, smart even, but she
wasn't hired for her brains. Her tits were huge and she knew how to
give a hell of a blow job. I knew from personal experience. It didn't
last long. You work late, drink together. Things happened.

"I know," she said.

"So? What's next?"

"Nothing. That's it." She wiped the tears off her face.

"Any severance? A little extra money for years of faithful service?"

"No, nothing. Sorry." She smiled. "I can help with references, I could
look at your resume. Maybe I can talk to some people?" She took out a
business card and wrote on the back. She handed me the card. "Call me
when you're settled," she said.

"I guess I'll pick up my stuff and leave, before everyone else gets
here."

"Wait," she said. "Don't leave. Come over here. Can I have a hug. I
just feel horrible."

She opened her arms and I walked into her soft embrace. She wrapped
herself around me, her face against my chest. I ignored the fact that
I'd just lost my job and I focused on the moment. I gave her a nice
tight squeeze.

"Oof, James. You're strong," she said. She started patting and rubbing
my back. I gave her a little rub, too.

"Mmm, we need more hugs," I said.

It was way past awkward when I lifted my hands. She was still holding
on. In fact, she was hugging me tighter than ever. I couldn't let go.
She held me firm, and now she was rubbing my hair.

"James," she said, "Would you mine kissing me?" I felt the warm breath
of her words against my cheek. The words stung like electricity. I put
my lips against hers. She sucked me into her welcoming mouth. I
squeezed her soft ass. She murmured something I couldn't understand.

"What?"

"You find me attractive don't you, James? I've seen how you look at
me. Would you like to make love to me?"

"Of course. Do you want to leave? I live five minutes away."

"No. That won't work. We need to do it now. I want you inside me. I
want you to fuck me on this table, right here in this office." She
worked on some buttons on her skirt and unzipped it down her leg.
"Ready?" She looked at me, with a big grin on her face. I took in as
much of her body as I could. My eyes locked into hers, as she took off
her skirt, revealing a set of black garters and a sexy black and
emerald-green pair of panties.

"Wow, Kathy. You're more amazing than I thought possible."

I lightly touched her hips, admiring the swell of her stomach, and I
thought, how crazy this all was, like something out of a porn movie.

"Hold on," she said and maneuvered her panties down below her
delicious tanned thighs. A small patch of brown pussy hair topped an
otherwise perfectly waxed cunt. She stood back, and pulled apart her
pussy lips so I could see her pink inside.

"May I?" I asked.

She nodded. I put my hand between her legs. She clasped her hand over
mine. "That feels good. Oh yes, that feels good, but I want the real
thing."

"My real thing wants you," I told her.

"I wish we had more time," she said.

"Me, too. The things I'd do to you."

She sat back on the desk. Above her waist it was the pure, wholesome
Kathy I'd known, even if she was something of a tease. Below, she was
this generous cunt that couldn't bare to see me go out empty-handed.

I took off the pants hanging around my ankles.

"Is this comfortable for you?" she asked. "Can you reach?" She opened
her legs wide. I could smell her pungent juices, funky and sharp. "Are
you ready?"

"Born ready."

She grunted as my thick cock entered her tight hole. She was wet and
ready, but even then her pussy had to get used to my size.

"Shit, James. You're a fucking monster." She grabbed the back of her
ankles and pulled them up by her head. "I do yoga."

I felt her pussy give and I fell all the way in.

"More, more," she said. "I need to have it all. God, I feel it in my
throat." She pretended to gag.

"Nine inches, Kathy, you can't have any more."

I fucked her like a dog. She grooved and rolled under me. She came
fast, and after she came, she hurried the pace.  "Come in me, James,
oh, god, oh, god, come inside of me."  She moaned low, grunting, eking
out all the pleasure from between her legs. I fucked her as deep and
fast as I could, pulling out almost all the way and then slapping my
balls against her ass.

"I'm coming for you, baby." I kissed her. We were sweating. This was
getting messy.

I shook my head, and then I shot load after load into her. I squeezed
it all out. I closed my palms on her meaty thighs. She heaved and
shuddered. Our heads touched.

"That was awesome, James," she whispered.

I put my tongue into her open mouth, and she slipped hers into mine,
and we kissed and drank from each other. We kept on kissing, even
after my dick fell out of her sloppy pussy and our bodies were too
beat.

"Shh," I said. "I can hear them coming." Doors opened. Two women
laughed by the front desk.

Kathy giggled and slid off the table.  We hugged one more time, this
time half-naked. It was bittersweet and perfect. I picked up her
panties and handed them to her.

"Here, I think these are yours."

We quickly dressed.

She pried open the door.

"Thanks, Kathy, and good luck. I've enjoyed working here."

"I'll walk you out," she said. "Let's get a box so you can get your
things." I grabbed her ass, just before we left her office.

Some things are worth getting fired for.

(c) AntaeusQ
http://antaeusq.blogspot.com/

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