A Patron of the Arts Part Three - Karen - Sex Stories

A Patron of the Arts Part Three - Karen

... sign on the receptionist’s desk said to “Knock Hard”, so I figured you were waiting. I guess I knocked harder than I thought, because the glass cracked, then fell apart into little pebble size pieces. It made a lot of noise, and I was expecting someone to come running out. When no one did, I came in through the opening and looked around.” The lights and TV were on, I thought to myself. I had suspected that the cleaning people were using my office as a hang-out. I’ll need to speak to the property manager about this. “Okay,” I said, “but that doesn’t explain what I found this morning.” “Well, I could tell that everyone was gone for the night, even the cleaning people, so I figured the least I could do was clean up the glass, which I did. I assumed since the TV was on that you would be coming back, so I sat out in the reception area to wait. I fell asleep, and when I woke up it was almost ten. You clearly weren’t coming back, and I didn’t want to leave with the place wide open, so I decided to just spend the night.” “I was really hungry, so I nuked the frozen dinner in the fridge and went into your office to watch the TV, which was still on, while I ate. It wasn’t until I came into your office that I realized that it was playing porn. I’ve seen a little porn; my boyfriend likes to watch it when he thinks that I’ve fallen asleep. But I’ve never seen it so large. Your TV is humongous! Anyway, the longer I watched it, the hornier I got. I couldn’t help myself, which is why ...

... you found me the way I was.” She was now blushing again. I turned to look at the screen. The porn was still playing, and the TV was “humongous”. I had to admit that watching a close-up of a hard cock piston in and out of a swollen pussy on a five-foot wide screen was powerful. And mesmerizing. I must have stood there watching for a good two to three minutes before I heard an “Ahem!” from behind me. Now I blushed as I turned back around to face Karen. “What do we do now?” I asked her, trying to regain control of the situation. “That glass panel is pretty expensive.” “I know, and like I said I’m really sorry. But, honestly, I really don’t have the money to pay for it, at least not right now.” “What about the group you represent? Do they have insurance?” “God no; we’re a shoestring operation at best. I don’t even get paid. Plus, if you told them what I did, they’d fire me for sure.” Now she was looking worried, as she picked her underwear up off the floor; but, interestingly, made no effort to put the brief garment back on. While I stood there thinking, I noticed that Karen had started looking over my shoulder at the TV. She must have seen something good, because her nipples were now hard, as evidenced by their pronounced protrusion through the thin material of her blouse, and she had a glazed-over look in her eyes. I turned back again, to see yet another close-up. This time it was a man’s tongue furiously attacking an engorged clit while his finger probed an aroused pussy. A ...