Special techniques in workplace administration - Sex Stories

Special techniques in workplace administration

... my desk where just anyone could see it.” I blinked in comprehension and said, “No, you’re much too smart for that.” “Yes. Now stretch out. Make yourself comfortable. I showed you mine, now show me yours.” I hesitated and she added, “I locked the door. Janet’s behind the line as always. We have a hour at least.” A little stupidly I asked, “What about your meeting?” She laughed so that I felt as stupid as my question and replied, “Who the fuck in administration comes in before 9:00 except me? Lazy oafs.” I stood up and pulled off my pants all the way and finished undressing, then put them on the floor and lay back for her, still fully hard and throbbing. I shut off the tablet and she smiled, “The quality of the pictures is incredible, isn’t it?” I nodded and started stroking lightly from the head to the base, and she stared raptly, licking her lips as she moved closer. After a minute she knelt before me and started unbuttoning her blouse, a beautiful green silk that went well with her skin. Her bra was white lace, and it soon followed the blouse to the top of the rice sacks next to us. Her nipples were fully erect and she breathed heavily as I stared at her breasts and neck and into her dark eyes. After another minute she asked, “Can I help?” I nodded and she moved between my thighs and reached down to stroke me. “You have a nice cock. I hoped you’d be this long. Nice and thick too.” Her hand was a bit small, so my eight inches towered above her fist as she got a solid grip; ...

... she then stroked me expertly and watched me avidly as I thrust up into her fist in pleasure and surprise. She leaned forward and said, “Play with my tits.” She leaned forward so I could reach them, and as I caressed her nipples, she stroked even faster and said, “Cum for me.” As she stared into my eyes, I put my hands on her shoulders and stared in turn at her pistoning fist and swinging breasts. I let myself go and felt spasm after spasm spray its burden onto her chest and my torso. After a dozen spurts I lay back with a feeling of only temporary relief, and she looked down and said, “It was like a bottle of champagne.” She wiped some of my cum up and said, “All that, just for me?” “I’ve wanted you since the first day I saw you.” “We have an hour. Here,” and put her cum-drenched fingertips to my lips. I balked for a second, then opened and let her feed me. “Good. You’re going to be draining yourself into me completely the next hour, so it’s only fair.” She then stood and undid her belt. Soon her long black skirt fell to the floor, and her white ace panties followed. I stood up and pushed her onto the sacks of rice. She leaned back and I knelt in front of her. She spread her thighs and sighed as I ran my fingertips along her gaping lips to her erect clit. She was drenched and grabbed my head as I began licking her lips. She pushed up against me as she held my head in place and rubbed her pussy in circles on my lips and jaw, and soon she locked up and shuddered as she moaned ...