The Devil On Your Shoulder- Chapter One - Sex Stories

The Devil On Your Shoulder- Chapter One

... his for the taking, practically a guaranteed thing, when she swooped in and pulled it out from under him. It was commonly believed that she was sleeping with the floor supervisor and this just cemented the idea in his head. However, he had no proof, so he couldn't very well go to the board about it.

With a sigh, he realized she was walking toward him, a cruel smirk on her face. "Too bad she's such a bitch", he thought, as he took in her attractive figure. Her long, dark hair hung down her back, starkly contrasting her pale skin; her large breasts, constantly straining against the professional blouses she wore, sitting just atop a perfectly trim waist; and, as James well knew from many hours staring at her walking away, she possessed an ass that seemed to defy time and gravity. Even though Kelly was in her late thirties, she had a body that most younger women envied.

"James", she said as she reached his cubicle, her tone dripping with condescension, "are you finished with the Peterson file?" "Almost", he said, trying not to let his resentment creep into his voice as he saw her roll her eyes. "Well, hurry up", she demanded. "I need that file by the end of the day." As she turned to walk away, James couldn't help but mutter, "Go fuck yourself", under his breath so that she couldn't hear him.

Suddenly, she stopped moving and James cursed in his mind. "Shit, she must have heard me", he thought, knowing that she had been waiting to catch him fucking up, just so she could ...

... write him up. However, she didn't put on that cruel smile and tell him to go to her office. Rather, her expression changed, to one that James didn't recognize, and she walked over and sat on his desk.

"What are you", he started to ask, but she held a finger to her lips. "Shh", she said, with a glance that he would have sworn was coy, if he didn't know better; then she leaned back against the wall of his cubicle and began running her hands over her body. James' eyes grew wide as he watched Kelly's hands roaming her torso, stopping at the huge mounds on her chest and squeezing. A lewd moan escaped her lips as she kneaded her own tits, closing her eyes and seeming to lose herself in the moment.

He couldn't believe what he was seeing; Kelly was a bitch, but she'd always been a professional. Now, though, she was acting like a horny teenager, unable to control her urges. She undid several of the buttons on her blouse, allowing the bra within to be exposed. Her large breasts heaved against the lacy fabric, clearly showing her arousal as she continued to grasp and squeeze the mounds of flesh.

Her performance was punctuated with constant moans, which reached a new pitch when she pulled down her bra, completely baring her tits to James and everyone else who could see, and she pinched her own nipples. The squeals of pleasure that she produced caused everyone nearby to look at what was happening; they all looked at James for an explanation, but he had none. "I have no idea what ...