The clock said 6:30 in electric red numbers. Everyone else had long since abandoned their desks and offices, leaving me alone in the dimly lit office building. Alone with my work and my computer. I sat up in my chair and stretched. I had until the end of the week to finish the quarterly review presentation but since my wife had taken the kids to her mother's this week I had decided to go ahead and knock it out now.
Maybe later on the week I would get some time to spend with Veronica, my wife. I looked at the picture of us on the boat in Jamaica. The last vacation we'd had together. Running my hands over my tired eyes I realized that we'd been in Jamaica almost ten years ago. Ten years. It was time to rejuvenate some spark. We'd done everything we could imagine during that two week stay. Fine food. Good wine. Sex until dawn. It had been the perfect fortnight.
But that was B.C. Before Children. And now we were both so busy that we only ate dinner together once a week, in between scout meetings, gymnastics classes, and my work schedule. I had my career and she was usually helping with some community project or attending some social committee meeting or other. Ten years ago it had been a bottle of wine, a loaf of bread, and her warm body. Now it was leftovers and a cold bed to go home to.
The phone rang, breaking into my moment of self-pity.
"Mr. Williams? This is Ava. Are you going to be in your office for a few minutes? Mr. Bland left some files that need to go upstairs and I'd like to put them in the file room before I leave."
I assured her that I would be around. Since I was the last one in the office, I told her that I would lock up as we left. I hung up the phone, idly wondering what the boss's secretary, Ava, was wearing today. Ava Langtry was famous for being extremely efficient and very easy on the eyes. I used to stop at her desk while waiting for my boss, Mr. Bland, to finish with a phone call and found that she was easy to talk to as well.
Shaking my head to clear away to schoolboy fantasies, I got back to work. A few minutes later I heard a high heels coming up the hall to my office. Anticipating Ava's entrance, I started saving my work and closing down my computer. A soft knock on my office door announced her.
"Come in Ava."
"Thanks for helping out Mr. Williams, I was hoping to get these taken care of before tomorrow. I won't be long." "Not a problem. Let me unlock the door for you and we'll be out of here in a flash."
We walked to the file room and I unlocked it. I took the walk down the hallway as an opportunity to notice the suit she was wearing. She had a dark, double breasted suit jacket-like top, cut to show an enticing but professional amount of cleavage, and a short matching skirt. Her trim legs were sheathed in sheer black stockings that made a soft swishing sound as she walked ahead of me. I enjoyed watching her hips roll under her suit.
Not for the first time did I wonder what she looked like under her professional exterior. I smiled to myself as I realized what I was thinking. My wife always tells me that I have a endearing fantasy that somewhere in the depths of every woman's soul is a cock- sucking, nymphomaniac slut just waiting for the right time to pop out. Where were those people when you really need them, I asked myself.
Unlocking the door, I held it open for Ava as she turned on the lights and went to the end of the line of filing cabinets. I stood in the doorway making small talk, a cheap excuse for watching her move. Ava bent over to pull out the lowest file drawer. Her skirt rode up on her thigh, exposing tan flesh at the tops of her stockings. I stopped for a second when I realized that Ava wasn't wearing regular pantyhose but had old-fashioned stockings on. I felt my cock stir at the mental image of Ava's tan body in her stockings but tried to look away before she caught me staring. I was too late.
Ava had turned around and saw what I was looking at. A coy smile fluttered across her lips as she also noticed the slight bulge in my trousers. She stood, smoothing her skirt back into place, and reached for the next file. I was thinking of a polite way to go somewhere else and wait for her to call me but before I could move she asked me if I could help her pull out the top file drawer.
"Can you give me a hand? It's stuck."
I couldn't think of an excuse so, like a lamb being led to slaughter, I moved into the corner with her and the offending file drawer. Rather than step out of the corner Ava stepped against the wall, staying between the file cabinet and me. Rather than say something, I reached around her and tugged on the drawer handle. Seeing that I wasn't getting anywhere Ava clasped her hand on top of mine and counted to three. We pulled together several times before we got the drawer open. Our bodies pressed against each other with every heave. Her bottom had pushed against my bulging groin with every pull. I wondered if I were making more out of this than I should or was she trying to come on to me?
With the drawer finally open I tried to step back and give her some room but Ava pulled the drawer all the way out, pressing me into the corner. I was stuck between her soft, sweet smelling body and the wall. In a trice my mind raced from the physical excitement of the moment to the consequences if we should be caught. Ava took her time placing the file into its correct place in the drawer, every so often standing on her tiptoes to check a file label. This caused her to press her hips against mine, increasing the friction between my rapidly swelling crotch and her delightfully firm rear end.
Worried about the compromising position that I found myself in, I cleared my throat. I made some lame excuse about getting my jacket and placed my hands on her hips to help maneuver myself out of the corner. No sooner had my hands touched her than she turned to face me. In the enclosed space between the drawer and the wall, our bodies touched in some of the most intimate places. Her breasts pressed against my ribs while my still growing cock rubbed against her skirt. She looked up at me with a strange glimmer in her light brown eyes.
I opened my mouth to say something and she stopped me with a kiss. Not a quick peck on the cheek "thanks for helping" kind of endearment. This was a slow, smoldering, tongues fencing kind of kiss that makes your toes tingle and your ears sweat. The taste of her mouth and the smell of her perfume overwhelmed my senses. I couldn't have moved if I had wanted to. Just when I thought that my fantasy had played itself out, I felt Ava's hand rub against my swollen cock. She kneaded my package softly, moaning slightly as she traced its length through my pants. If she'd had any question about the size of my cock, she'd answered it first hand. Giving my johnson a quick squeeze, we came up for air.
Before I could protest she said, "Come with me. I've got something to show you."
Taking my hand, she led me back down the hall to my office. "Sit down, please." I sat on the small couch. She seemed as business like as usual as she walked across the room to shut the door. I prepared myself for a lecture on sexual harassment and the precarious nature of my situation. Five seconds ago she was giving me every signal of her inclination to do the lambada against the file room wall, now she was the picture of a professional office assistant.
Turning around to face me, I realized that she'd undone the buttons on her jacket. I froze. I'd been shocked in the file room. Now I was astounded. Ava removed her jacket and hung it on the coat tree by the door.
She had light brown skin with a faint tan line outlining her pale breasts. I didn't move a muscle. Her tits jiggled slightly as she walked toward me. Her tits were wonderful. About grapefruit size with a scattering of freckles. I could barely see the shadow of her areolas beneath the black lacy bra she wore. Her nipples stood erect, poking through her bra.
She stopped in the middle of the room. Reaching behind her back she unzipped her skirt. My eyes followed her creamy white tits, provocatively contrasting with her black underwear, as she bent over to step out of her skirt... Standing, she neatly folded her skirt and placed it on my desk. Her black stocking highlighted her slender, well-formed legs. She wasn't rail thin like the fashion models, but she looked like an active swimmer or hiker.
I noted the little pink ribbon on the front of her panties. A thin shadow showed the outline of her vulva through the sheer black underwear. She obviously wore a bikini when she sunbathed. I hoped that it meant that she had shaved her twat. From the way this scenario seemed to be headed, I wanted to taste that pie and I didn't want to be picking hair out of my teeth afterward.
"Don't say a word." She didn't need to ask me. I wouldn't have known what to say. I let out a sigh, realizing that I'd been holding my breath. "I'm afraid if you spoke, I might get cold feet."
She closed the space between us and sank to her knees in front of me. Ava leaned toward me, offering her mouth for another kiss. We kissed deeply, slower than in the file room but with more intensity. Her hand caressed my hard-on. I returned the attention by cupping her breasts in my hands.
Our lips parted. I made a trail of soft kisses down her neck. At the same time, I hooked my thumbs in the straps of her bra and eased them off her shoulders. Lifting her breasts, I took her left nipple in my mouth. Ava arched her back, offering me her tits. My tongue swirled over her swollen nubs, making her moan and sway as she her excitement increased. Letting go of one nipple, I shifted slightly to give the other the same attention. Sucking the swollen pap into my mouth I ran its sensitive nipple along the rough edges of my teeth with my tongue.
"Ohhh. Stop. Wait." Ava gently pulled my mouth off her breast. She pushed me back and started unbuckling my pants. She fished my trouser snake out of my boxers and held its throbbing shaft in front of her face. "I've wondered what this would be like. I've seen you watching me. Undressing me with your eyes. I always wanted to know if you had the equipment to do the job right."
She stuck her tongue out and ran it around the head of my dick like an ice cream cone. I held her hair way from her face. I wanted to watch her suck my cock. She was right. I'd wondered what she looked like underneath her pressed business suits and no-nonsense exterior. Right now I wanted to see her hot, sweaty, and leaking my cum out of her swollen, well-fucked pussy. Ava licked the seam along the underside of my erection, working her way down from its enlarged purple helmet to my balls. I shivered as her warm mouth kissed and fondled my scrotum.
Running the length of my penis against her smooth cheek, she took my cock into her mouth. Her head bobbed in short fluid motions, taking more and more of my eight inch cock into her mouth with every stroke. I raised my hips to meet her hot sweet mouth, feeling my cock hit the back of her throat.
"Slow down, Mr. Williams. I've got other plans for you."
"Why don't you call me Adam? After all, you're half naked on your knees sucking my cock. I think we can afford to drop the formality."
She smiled and then licked a tiny drop of pre-cum off the tip of my cock. She sat back on her heels and unhooked her bra, tossing it on top of her skirt.
"Now that you mention it Ava, what exactly are your plans for this evening?"
She smiled in a self satisfied way, licking her lips as she ran her palms across her tits. "I'm not sure. I am leaving the firm for a new job and I think that this might be my chance to have a farewell party with you."
I raised my eyebrow in question. She looked around the room, idly massaging the firm mounds on her chest as if in deep thought. Not willing to lose the moment, I stood up and took charge. My cock bobbed obscenely in front of me, a purple tipped rod pointing at Ava's sweet snatch. Placing my hands on her waist, I maneuvered her towards my desk. "Then let's have a farewell you won't forget."
I sat her on my desk, her legs spread wide. Her panties were wet and I could smell the musky sweet aroma of her excitement. I dropped my pants on the floor along with my boxers. Stepping closer to the desk I lifted her knees up, forcing her to lay back. I quickly pulled off her panties and tossed them behind me.
Her cunt lay bare before me. She'd shaved her lips bare, leaving only a small triangle of dark curls at the top of her slit, like an arrow pointing the way to her love tunnel. Holding her legs wide, I leaned forward and kissed the swollen nub of her clit. She tasted like sweet brandy. I parted her labia with my tongue, licking her entire slit. She moaned and tilted her hips to give me access to her deepest recesses. I teased her by licking the outside of her pussy lips lightly before running my tongue around the rim of her hot wet twat.
Ava held my head tight against her cunt, wordless moaning. She wanted more. I played a quick staccato rhythm against her clit with my tongue. I could feel the muscles in her vagina tremble. Watching a lover approach climax is the most powerful, intoxicating feeling in the world. Cruelly, I denied her the release she wanted so badly. She cried out when I lifted my face, damp and slick from her love juices, from her cunt.
"More. Please. Let me cum." "You'll cum all right baby. You'll cum with my cock deep inside you."
I pulled her hips to the edge of the desk and placed the head of my cock against her love tunnel. She was so wet my cock entered her easily, gliding to half its length in the first thrust. I pulled back, luxuriating in the feel of my cock against her velvety smooth insides. I pushed forward again, repeating the process of slowly driving my cock into Ava's cunt. It only took three strokes to plant my shaft inside her. I stopped for a moment, enjoying the feel of my smooth shaven balls in contact with her smooth lips.
Ava's eyes stared up at me with a strange hungry look. My wife might not think that there was a slut in every woman, but I'd sure unlocked the whore in Ava.
"Fuck me hard." Her voice was hoarse with lust.
I didn't need any more encouragement. I drove my cock in and out of her body, relishing the wet sound my balls made when they slapped against her ass. The harder I fucked her, the more she begged for me to give her more.
"Fuck me till I explode" She ranted in between hoarse gasping breaths.
I plowed into her savagely, fucking her like an animal. Within moments, I felt her cunt spasm, clutching and milking my cock as she climaxed. Ava thrashed around, bucking against my hips as her orgasm washed through her.
I might have let her rest with the one orgasm for her scrap book, but I didn't. "Time to roll over," I told her. My voice sounded cruel and nasty. I rolled her over and put her feet back on the floor. She was bent over my desk, her hot sweaty breasts pressed against the varnished wood desktop.
I drove my cock into her gaping hole without any preliminaries. Pulling her hips back to meet mine, I picked up where we'd left off. My thrusts made her grunt as my cock hit her cervix. I could feel my balls shift and tighten but my own climax was still too far away. I parked my cock deep inside her while I caught my breath.
"I want you to cum in my ass." The blatant statement made my cock twitch. She reached behind her a spread her ass cheeks, showing me the slick rosebud of her anus.
Out of the corner of my eye I saw the clock. 7:30. The Ava that lay on my desk wasn't the same woman that had walked into my office an hour earlier. The first woman had looked professional and focused; she had come to my office asking for my help as a colleague. The sweaty whore that lay face down on my desk was asking me to sodomize her. My how time can change people, I thought.
I rubbed my cunt-slickened cock around her ass, lubing her with her own juices. I pressed the large, round head of my cock against her puckered rosette.
"Unnhh. Go slow baby. I want you to fill me with your cock." She lay still and relaxed, inviting me deeper inside her.
I slowly worked my cock inside her tight nether passage, pausing often to let her adjust to accommodate my thick shaft. I could feel her loosen up, her muscles gripping my cock as I pressed it into her. Finally I worked the entire length of my pole into her ass. Ava, impatient for more, thrust her hips upwards.
I slowly built up a rhythmic pace, thrusting slow and deep. I held her hips and drove myself into her depths. The feeling was completely different from fucking her cunt. Her pussy was slick and hot, expanding to allow my cock entrance. Her ass on the other hand, was tight, grasping my cock. The increased friction drove me wild. I was getting closer and closer to my own climax.
Ava must have felt it as well. In between grunts, she chanted filthy words, urging me to cum in her ass. "fuck, fuck, fuck. God I want to feel your hot cum inside my ass. Give it to me. Cum inside me now."
She had loosed up to the point of being able to push her hips back to meet my thrusts. My balls slapped against her slick, swollen cunt lips as our bodies met. I couldn't hold out any longer. My balls tightened, sending a spray of hot, thick cum into her ass. We groaned in unison, the release we'd sought finally at hand.
Still spinning from the force of my orgasm, I ran my hands across her back. I trailed my fingertips along the base of her spine. I could feel her heartbeat through my cock, still buried in her ass. She propped herself up on one arm and looked back at me with a smile.
I stepped back to allow her to get up. My shrinking member slid from her with a pop. I pulled her to her feet and kissed her. Our sweaty bodies stuck together. Pushing a wet strand of hair out of her face, I tried to think of an appropriate thing to say. She must have been thinking the same thing because we ended up laughing at each other. After all, what do you say to an almost total stranger that you've just had raw, animalistic sex with?
"Thanks for the farewell party," I managed at last. Tilting her chin up, I gave her a last, light kiss. "Good luck wherever you go."
"Oh I don't leave until Saturday. I'm sure I'll see you before then."
I showed for work scared of the fallout of my office tryst with Ava. Dreams of her tan skin and the sound of her voice begging me to fuck her ass had haunted me all night long. Settling behind my desk, I forced myself to concentrate on performing my routine tasks. Get coffee. Check schedule. Scan email.
I made it through about half the morning without incident. Then I had to leave my office to run an errand. Every time I passed through the "bullpen" office where the secretaries sit, I thought that one of them, a cute petite blonde named Brenda, seemed to be flashing me. The first time I passed, she leaned forward to give me a good look at the tops of her tanned tits. As I returned, it was a quick glimpse of the tops of her stockings, a pale white against her tanned thighs. I could feel my cock start to get ideas of its own, shifting uncomfortably under my boxers.
I retreated to the safety of my office. I had fucked the boss' secretary across my desk last night. All I needed was to be walking around the secretary's pool with a hard-on. Why not just walk into Mr. Bland's office and report myself for sexual harassment? I could just have easily cut my cock off and mailed it to my wife. Maybe Veronica would have it stuffed and mounted like a prize winning fish.
I tried to relax and focus on my work. I was senior enough that I could work from my office, rather than running up and down the halls. All I had to do was stay in my office until the end of the day. I wouldn't take any calls or go to any meetings. That would do it. I was safe.
And then the phone rang. Before my brain could take control, my arm shot out and picked it up.
"Oh good, you're there. I was hoping that you hadn't left for lunch." It was Ava. The sound of her calm professional voice was even sexier now than it had been last night. I mumbled something and she continued. "I need to send Brenda to your office. She has a file that needs you special attention immediately. Will you be in your office for a few minutes?"
I made some more muttering noises, which she took as an affirmative, and hung up the phone. Within moments, there was a light knocking on my door and Brenda's face peeked in. I was too afraid to speak, so I waved her in.
I watched her walk towards me. Brenda wore a nice business suit of white wool, setting off her tan skin and blue eyes admirably. Outwardly, she looked like what she was, a professional administrative assistant that had brought me a file that needed my attention. Inwardly, I remembered the change that had come over Ava last night. I sat behind my desk like a cornered animal.
She walked around behind my desk and laid the file folder in the middle of the desktop. She was close enough that her perfume, sweet without being cloying, seemed to reach out to me. As Brenda leaned over to open the file, I shot a glance toward her and was rewarded with an excellent view of her bra-less tits. I realized in a flash that, not only was she not wearing a bra, she didn't have any tan lines!
I tore my eyes away. But it was too late. I looked up at Brenda's face and saw her smiling in a smug way. I followed her gaze down to my lap. To my horror I saw that, while I had been peering down her cleavage, she had been checking out the rising bulge in my trousers. Before I could move, Brenda reached down into my lap and lightly squeezed my swollen crotch.
Dropping to her knees, she turned my chair toward her. Her charming smile had taken on a more predatory look. Licking her lips she said, "I think the file can wait. We need to take care of this first."
I gripped the arms of my desk chair as she undid my belt and fished my stiffening member out of my underwear. Brenda held my cock lightly between her thumb and first two fingers and looked me straight in the eye as she ran her tongue the length of my shaft.
Brenda expertly used her tongue and suction to make my cock swell to iron hard stiffness. I watched my cock swell and stretch her lips. She tried taking my entire cock into her throat, but I was too long. Rather than have her gag, I guided her mouth to my shaven scrotum.
"Suck my balls." No sooner had I said it than Brenda's warm mouth engulfed my sensitive balls. I gasped sharply as she sucked one of my testicles into her mouth and twirled it around with her tongue.
Seeing that she had caught on to what I wanted, I moved my hands from her head and ran my palm down her back, trying to reach her ass. She sifted her position obligingly and started jacking me off, running her tongue up the seam of my cock to keep my shaft slick for her hand.
The feeling of her lips on my rod, her cheeks sucking in as she applied pressure to my cock head, chased any worry I might have had out of my mind. I started to relax and look forward to fucking Brenda on my desktop in a replay of last night's action. I slid my hand under her panties and caressed the inside of the cleft of her ass with my fingertips. I teased the little place between her ass and her pussy and felt her squirm with pleasure. I knew she'd be ready in few more minutes, but I was more than willing to postpone fucking her while she sucked my cock.
I was ready to suggest we move on to the next step when I heard the doorknob turn. Frantically I tried to pull my hand out of Brenda's bottom and push her off my cock but she wouldn't let go. I looked at the door in a panic and saw Ava standing against the door, smiling like a cat that just ate the pet canary.
Brenda pushed me back into my chair and resumed her activities with my cock. Ava crossed the room, telling me that she's glad that Brenda and I got along so well. Standing behind me, she removed my tie and unbuttoned my shirt. Brenda helped out by unbuckling my belt and tugging my pants down past my hips.
Ava hiked up her skirt and sat on my desk. Her naked pussy glistened wetly under her short woolen skirt. Propping her legs on either side of my head, she invited me to eat her. Bending so that I don't disturb Brenda's enthusiastic sucking, I tongued Ava's cunt. Ava spread her pussy lips with her fingers, helping me zero in on her erect clit while keeping her skirt out of the way.
After only a few minutes, however, the awkward angle made my neck stiff. Raising my head from Ava's swollen pussy, I told them that we needed to take this to a more comfortable venue. The three of us stood and moved to my office couch. I finished stripping; trying to fold my clothes so that I would close to normal after this was all over. Ava followed suit, taking her smart, professional outfit off and placing her things in a neat pile on my desk.
I walked over to them my cock pointing the way, bobbing with every step. I stood behind Brenda and started helping Ava undress the petite blonde. I had her bra clasp undone and was shifting the lacy cups when I gasped with surprise. My hands, gliding over her pert breasts, had encountered nipple rings in each tit. The warm metal felt odd against her stiffly swollen nipple but Brenda obviously enjoyed the sensation as I flicked them with my fingers. Seeing where my attention was, Ava lightly tugged on one of the rings, making Brenda catch her breath and grind her hips against mine.
Once we had her clothes off, I led Brenda over to the overstuffed couch. Laying Brenda down, I ate her pussy while Ava played with my hard cock. It was another awkward position as I stretched my neck to reach Brenda's pussy while, at the same time, lifted my hips to make sure Ava could get at my cock.
Once I'd gotten Brenda's cunt good and wet with my tongue. I rolled her over and positioned myself behind her, aiming my hard cock at her wet, waiting pussy. Ava sat on the couch arm opposite me, her open legs showing her dripping twat to Brenda. Grasping Brenda's hips, I slid my cock into her buttery depths, pushing her face toward Ava's cunt. Brenda quickly took the hint and used her tongue on Ava as skillfully as she had done on me.
I slowly rocked Brenda's body back and forth, alternately pushing my cock into her and letting her tongue taste Ava's sweet cunt. Brenda's cunt was extremely tight. The friction against her slick cunt walls was intense. I felt as if she was squeezing my cock with each stroke. I felt my shaft swell and my balls tingle. I couldn't hold back and I let my cum explode into Brenda's snug twat. My last strokes drove her face into Ava's hips.
Despite having blown my load, I was still stiff. Watching the two women kissing at the end of the couch, I decided that I wanted to revisit Ava's sweet cunt. Brenda helped Ava sit on the couch seat and maneuvered herself on to Ava's face. Brenda supported herself on the back of the couch, her ass almost in my face, giving me a front row seat as I watched Ava hungrily lap and suck my seed out of Brenda's cunt. Brenda, still woozy from cumming, arched her back and tugged and twisted her nipple rings.
Pushing Ava's legs up to her chest, I put myself on the floor and dragged her hips toward mine. With Ava's ass hanging off the edge of the couch, I entered her roughly and slammed my dick into her cunt with each stroke. Ava's hands tightened their grasp on Brenda's ass and I redoubled my efforts to make her cum. Suddenly, I saw Ava's stomach muscles jerk in short, quick spasms. From underneath Brenda's hips, I heard a strangled moan.
I was nowhere close to cumming, so I selfishly continued to pound my cock into her cunt, ignoring her orgasm. Brenda slid off Ava's face and started massaging Ava's clit. I fucked her even more energetically.
Ava became vocal again. "Fuck me 'til I explode." I responded by driving my cock as deep into her as I could. "I'm... I'm... cummmminnnggg."
She seemed to convulse, thrashing around on the couch as her orgasm tore through her. My cock responded as well, blowing my second load into her. I felt as if my soul had been sucked out the tip of my cock. My head spun and I had to lean against the couch for support. I was breathing as if I'd just run a race, my body as limp as a dishrag.
As my cock slid out of Ava's steaming cunt, I seemed to return to the real world. This wasn't an after-hours tryst, alone in the office with no one else around. This was the middle of the day! There were people sitting just outside my door, for Christ's sake! I must have had a panic-stricken look on my face because Brenda leaned down and kissed me, thrusting her tongue, still tasting of Ava's juices, into my mouth.
Ava gathered herself and also gave me a kiss and a smile. The two women then stood and began dressing, as calmly as can be imagined, as I sat on my office floor with my cock still dripping cum.
Ava took charge of the situation. "You'd better get yourself together. The doors are soundproof but I can't stop anyone from knocking." With that, she and Brenda retired to my private bathroom to freshen their makeup.
I used my handkerchief to wipe the goo off my shrinking disk and then threw my clothes on in a flurry of buttons and cuff links. Seeing that I was moving once again, Ava smiled and blew me a kiss from the door. Setting her "professional look" on her face once more, she opened the door and led Brenda back out into the office.
My tie still askew, my shoes untied, my hair mussed, I sank into my chair and put my head in my hands. What had I let my dick lead me into?
8 AM. I walked into the elevator looking and feeling like shit. I hadn't been able to sleep for the second night in a row. Dreams of nubile, tan, nymphos had me tossing and turning all night long. To make matters worse my cock was always throbbing and twitching, making a bulge in my trousers like the bow of a ship. I tried to hide my uncomfortable condition with my coat, awkwardly held in front of me, as the elevator crawled up from the parking garage and people got on and off.
We passed the ground floor and Brenda got on. Excusing her way past other passengers, she worked her way back in the car until she stood directly in front of me. She didn't say anything to me, just shot a quick glance at the way I held my coat before turning around to face the elevator door. When the doors opened at the next floor, she scooted back about half a step. It looked like she was moving out of the way to let others exit the car, but I felt her firm ass press slightly against my coat.
I started to sweat. My hand, inside of my folded coat, pressed against the curve of her ass. She must have felt it because she managed to shift slightly and wiggle her butt against my caress. Somewhere around the fourth floor, she slipped her hand behind her and groped my swollen crotch through the intervening coat. I coughed to hide my groan of pleasure as Brenda lightly squeezed my cock.
By the time we reached the tenth floor, she knew I was ready. I left the elevator flushed and with my coat held tightly across my obviously swollen groin. I threw my things onto the corner of my desk and reached inside my pants to rearrange my cock and balls to a more comfortable position. I sat down, squirming in my chair as my underwear cut into my thick shaft. Trying to ignore my dick, I tried to focus my concentration on other things.
Brenda apparently had other ideas, however. I hadn't even logged into my computer when she appeared at my door with a pile of distribution in her arms.
"We shouldn't do this before lunch, I'll be leaking all day," she said as she walked around my desk.
Her hands smoothed her skirt across her thighs. She swiftly knelt behind my desk and reached for my belt. The already stiff condition of my cock made it hard for her to free it from the confines of my shorts. Rather than prolong my discomfort, I stood and lifted her back to her feet. Our bodies crushed together as we kissed, our tongues fencing. I imagined that I could feel her nipple rings pressing against my chest through her sheer silk blouse.
When we came up for air, Brenda had a smug smirk on her face. Before she could react with a smart remark, I spun her around, bent her over the desk, and flipped up her skirt. Looking down at her tan ass, covered in white cotton bikini panties, I felt the fatigue and tension rise inside me like a tidal wave. This wasn't going to be gentle.
Without a word or a second thought, I grabbed the waistband and savagely pulled. The thin cotton tore with a ripping sound that seemed to reverberate around my office. I dropped the shreds of her underwear to the floor and pressed her down on the desktop with my left hand. With my right, I undid my belt and tugged down my pants and boxers.
My cock sprung from its confinement, hard and already weeping pre-cum from its tip. Pointing my prick at her pussy, I spread her legs apart and then cupped my hand around the mound of her sex. She looked back at me over her shoulder, her lips parted as she struggled to catch her breath. I gave her a cruel smile as I licked her juices off my fingers.
"Glad to see that you're as ready as I am." My voice had an edge to it that sounded nasty. I guided my glans to the gates of her twat and then pulled her hips back toward me, impaling her slowly on my aching pole. I threw made head back and groaned in ecstasy as I felt her slick tunnel part to swallow my rigid cock.
I started Brenda off slowly, rhythmically rocking her against my hips as I penetrated deeper and deeper into her sex. Her breath came in gasps as she felt me fill her inner recesses and it only took a few strokes for her to let all nine inches of my cock into her.
I paused for a moment to savor the feel of my balls resting against her smoothly shaven labia. Pressing my scrotum against her I rotated my hips, stirring her cunt with my cock.
"Unnnnggggghhhh. God I love that."
I grabbed a handful of her firm ass and used it to steady her for a few fast deep strokes. I was rewarded by another deep moan.
"Yes... Yes... Faster. Hardeeeeerrrr."
Her words came as punctuation to the bottom of each stroke. She grunted as my cock hammered against her cervix. I had filled every inch of her tight cunt. Grabbing her ass with both hands, I pulled the entire length of my cock out before jamming it back in. I picked up the pace with each stroke, slamming my hips against her taut ass, as she moaned and muttered incomprehensible syllables.
I fucked her like an animal, pounding her sweet tight cunt like a dog mounting its bitch. My world narrowed to the feeling of the length of my prick driving deep inside her. Each stroke ended with the wet slap of my balls against her twat. That and the sound of her moaning filled my ears.
I felt her cunt muscles shudder, grabbing my cock in their silken grip. A sound from deep in her throat came from Brenda, only slightly muffled from being pressed against my desktop. The sensation of her cunt milking my cock sent me over the edge. I cried out and drove my cock into her, pinning her between the mahogany desktop and me. I felt my cum erupt from my balls into her hot, sweet sex.
My orgasm left me light headed. I leaned forward, now careful not to hurt Brenda, and tried to catch my breath. We both gasped and panted for air. I felt her hand push against my thigh and I stood back. My cock slid from her with a wet popping sound.
Pushing herself up off the desk, Brenda turned and looked at me, her face flushed and her eyes glazed. "I don't know what got into you, but next time I'm bringing reinforcements."
"Go get yourself cleaned up," I said as I wiped my cock with a handkerchief, "someone's liable to come looking for one of us any minute."
The rest of the morning was much more tranquil. I told myself that I should start "exercising" more in the morning. It was a great joke.
Ava caught me in the hallway after lunch. Dragging me into an empty niche, she told me the bad news. "I knew it was too good to last," I groaned.
Someone must have seen Brenda leave my office this morning and suspected something. I'm sure that Brenda's flushed look and rumpled clothes had been seen by anyone who'd been in the secretary's office this morning. As if that wasn't bad enough, that someone had been gossiping about it in the cafeteria. I felt bad for Brenda. Rumors like this were always worse for the women then they were for the men. I asked Ava what I could do to help Brenda out.
"Before you could start worrying about her, you need to take care of yourself." Ava looked around conspiratorially. "Meet me in the atrium in ten minutes."
I sat listening to the building noise as people returned from lunch. I must have sat there for a few seconds before I realized that she'd gone. Carefully standing and straightening my suit jacket, I tried to get a handle on what she'd just told me. Through the spinning thoughts in my head, one blazed brightly against the front of my mind ñ SOMEONE KNOWS!
Taking a deep breath, I walked toward the elevator. I went back to my office and gathered a few papers, settling on the excuse that I was going down to the mailbox. I walked through the secretarial pool without looking at anyone. I was too afraid to make eye contact with any of the ladies there. Any one of them could be the one ñ my accuser.
I dawdled along the way to the atrium, not wanting to be seen pacing around waiting. My plan worked and Ava got there only seconds before I did. Without speaking to each other, we walked out onto the terrace. The company coffee shop was there, a place where lots of people went to gather their thoughts or take a break, so I wasn't worried about being seen with anyone else. I bought some coffee from the counter and returned to the table that Ava had selected. The place was empty, since most of the employees were just returning from their lunch hour.
"Drink your coffee and relax," Ava saw that I was on the verge of a total collapse. I took a healthy pull from my cup and she continued. "Someone saw Brenda enter your office early this morning and leave a few minutes later with that 'fresh fucked' look."
"Who told you this?" I don't know why I wanted to know. It wouldn't have made any difference.
"Don't worry about that. I'll take care of the gossip. The problem is that HRO got wind of it and is sniffing around."