Special techniques in workplace administration - Sex Stories

Special techniques in workplace administration

... belly. She pulled away and said, “You’d think after spending so many months rubbing off just imagining what you’d be like, my curiosity would be satisfied and I could get a rest, but I’ve been rubbing off even more now.” “Show me.” “Show...?” She smiled and said, “Oh. Gladly .” She walked over to the sacks of rice and leaned back against them. She pulled the hem of her skirt up to her waist to show her pussy uncovered by panties. Her lips were swollen and her odor quickly reached my nose; she leaned back, thighs wide open, and rubbed quickly as I stared at her. I quickly dropped my pants and stroked more slowly, trying to hold off, and she quickly moaned and thrust up against her hand and kept rubbing. “I came ten times last night,” she whispered, “and eight the night before that.” I told her I had come about as often as men do, once the night of our first time, four times on Wednesday, but none on Thursday. “Good, good,” she gasped as her other hand began pushing three fingers inside her. Soon she was very close. I came up to her and unbuttoned her blouse and pushed my cock between her bra-encased breasts. I stroked quickly as she came, staring at me using her breasts obsessively, and in less than a minute I joined her in orgasm, shooting my largest load ever onto her neck, chest, and face and into her hair. “You did save up,” she smiled. “Yes, and I have a lot more for you.” I pushed her to kneel before me and she took my still hard cock into her mouth and throat. In ...

... another three minutes I came. I looked into her eyes as my come drained into her, my earlier load drying on her forehead and right cheek, and when I pulled away she stood up and leaned back against the rice sacks. I knelt before her and soon felt her squirt all over my face and neck. I was hard again and made love to her twice in the time we had left; the first time I came above her, staring at her body open and welcoming underneath me, and the second time she rode me to another flood of fluids. I stood her up over the rice sacks and took her from behind then to a quick, sharp finish. We went down the hall to clean up together in the men’s room (where there was less chance of being caught by Janet), and she said, “You certainly ruined my make-up today. Good thing I don’t need much,” as she washed off her breasts and face. “You’re beautiful without it.” She simply replied, “Yes,” and finished checking herself in the mirror. After making ourselves presentable boss and employee, she smiled and kissed me goodbye, and her special inspections continued without a hitch right on schedule for two weeks. Two Fridays later she met me as planned in the pantry and said, “I have to get ready for a meeting. We’ll have training later upstairs.” She handed me two keys. “Upstairs? But...” “Yes, they’re renovating upstairs. They’re on the eleventh floor. The first key...yes, this one, opens the floor at the end of the hall. Also lets you select the floor in the small elevator. The second key is for ...