The Unexpected Supply Closet Incident [MF]

*John, VP of North America Operations*

It was only 9:30 AM and the day was already fucking ruined. His wife Olivia had started the day by throwing a pillow in his face and shrieking about some sales deal that his team had somehow caused to fail. As if her shady salespeople were not somehow at fault. But if he dared to say that, he knew that he wouldn’t be able to enjoy his morning espresso in peace. One of the drawbacks of reporting to your own wife. Still, she hadn’t let it drop all morning, making short snips at him for every little thing that happened. John had retreated to the bathroom to get some time away from Liv, but his whole morning routine was ruined: he couldn’t even get hard enough for his morning jack off session. It was his moment of zen, albeit not his first choice of location. Still, it gave him his own space to do what he wanted. His dick twitched in excitement, his hand ready to pound it out, but it wasn’t getting as hard as he wanted. When he tried to imagine fucking his wife in missionary, as usual, with her petite frame and little bouncing tits in view, he couldn’t stop hearing her complaints. “I never should have hired someone else to fill the front desk position. I should have kept it in the family. If I hadn’t listened to you, I could have put one of my cousins there.” John stroked away, but it stayed flaccid as his thoughts raged. *Well, Olivia, you don’t get to decide who fills that spot. It’s in my organization as the owner of Operations. It’s not like I tell you which salespeople you can have. If that were the case, I’d have fired Carlos a long time ago. That creepy bastard is always checking out your ass. Of course, you probably like the attention, don’t you, Liv?* He was too fucking pissed to continue, so he finished his shower and got ready as fast as he could. Liv had driven into work without him, *damn it!,* so he rushed to the office to find out what the fuck happened with this damn sale. Unfortunately, he had spilled his coffee on his lap while getting out of the car, and he’d had to give another talking to the landlord about the lack of toilet paper in the stalls. It made him even more riled up, so he made it a point to find the front desk girl right away.

*Emma, Front Desk Receptionist*

It was 9:30 AM and her day was going amazingly! Emma had woken up before her alarm clock, well rested and happy, so she used the extra time to get dolled up for work. She had helped to close an important sale the day before and was very excited to share the news with her new boss. She had been referred due to her friend getting promoted, and Emma had felt like she aced the interview. Her boss, John, was tall, dark, and handsome (her usual type, though he was apparently married to the owner of the company, so that made him off limits). Knowing that, Emma switched her mind to business and nailed the interview. The only part she had somewhat struggled with was when he had suggested a role playing exercise to test her conflict management skills. He had led her through a few boring scenarios, before giving her the scenario that she needed to screen a call from an upset customer who wanted to speak with him when he was busy. Emma had shifted forward excitedly in her seat, anxious to handle the situation well. “I’m sorry, sir, but Mr. Robinson isn’t available right now. If you can give me your name and number, I can—“, but she was interrupted by John slamming his fist on the table, causing her to jump. “Who are you to tell me no?” He shouted, leaning forward towards her. “Huh? Just some dumb secretary that needs to do what she’s told!” Emma shivered slightly, a rush of lust coursing through her, and she tightened her thighs so that she wouldn’t become too wet. “Sir, I am trying to help you, but I cannot change the fact that Mr. Robinson isn’t here. I can take your information and—,” but John interrupted her again. This time, though, he placed his hand briefly on top of hers, gently. “No, you hang up, Emma. Never let anyone talk to you like that, OK?” The sudden intimacy after yelling made her even more excited, and she inhaled jaggedly as she quickly withdrew her hand. “Yes, thank you, of course.” She knew her cheeks were flushed and she hoped her long dark tresses hid her blush. She had been offered the job a few days later, and she really hadn’t since her boss since. He would nod and sort of smirk when he passed by her desk, but otherwise he was all business. Her little infatuation died over the two months since she had interviewed, which was fine since she wanted to excel anyway. She was overqualified to be a front desk receptionist for long, and she wanted to pitch some improvement ideas to John. She hoped her help with the sale would make him view her favorably and consider her ideas more. She settled on a nice dark, fall dress that fluttered as she walked, with a thick cardigan and dark stockings. Her dark hair was half up in a knotted bun, and the rest hung down in long curls around her shoulders. She had made it into the office early and decided to clean out the supply closet once and for all! Maybe if she made progress on one of her ideas, John would be even more excited! She rolled up her sleeves and got to work, closing the door behind her so that she wouldn’t spoil the surprise.

*John*

He knew that she was in the building, but he couldn’t find that Emma girl anywhere! She had arranged for someone else to handle the front desk and then just disappeared. Olivia had called John from her office on the other end of the building, yelling loudly enough that everyone could hear it. John could see the way that his staff kept their heads down. No one wanted to be around Liv when she was like this. One of his other female employees had checked the bathroom to look for Emma, but to no avail. The last place to check was the supply closet. If she wasn’t in there, he swore that he would fire her.

He opened the supply closet, and was greeted to the sight of Emma bent down on her hands and knees under the lowest shelf, her dress just concealing her panties from view. It was such a surprise that John felt his anger being replaced by the sudden realization that his receptionist had a very big ass, the kind you could sink your teeth into. He closed the door behind him, to shield her ass from view, and also so that no one would interrupt them. He had to get down to the bottom of this. “What are you doing down there?” he snapped. Emma gasped loudly and quickly scooted out, trying to cover herself. When she stood up, John saw her flushed cheeks, wide dark eyes, soft lips, and her tits, which were pushed up and almost falling out of her top. She quickly adjusted her bra over her dress, causing them to bounce around even more. He had only ever been with very petite women, but John felt himself getting hard as he took in her soft curves. Long gone was the soft dick from this morning. Damn.

*Emma*

She could feel the anger flowing through him, which was a big switch from the boring nods he gave her, and Emma was reminded of their sexually charged role playing. He was glaring at her as he checked her out, and she couldn’t help but notice the big bulge in his pants.

“John, what’s wrong? I don’t understand.”

“What happened with that deal from yesterday? All I’ve heard today is that you fucked up big time and I want to know all about it. Now.”

This was the opposite of what she wanted, but worse, the accusation was completely wrong! The sale had gone perfectly. She was devastated and angry tears flashed in her eyes. “I don’t know what you heard, but it isn’t true. Everything went fine yesterday. The only hiccup is that the customer’s fax machine was down, so I helped their admin troubleshoot the printer. It took us 15 minutes, but we solved it and everyone was happy.”

*John*

John saw the tears, the way her chin lifted as she defended herself, and knew that she spoke the truth. It wouldn’t be the first time that Olivia blew something out of proportion. He felt like an asshole. “Are you sure that nothing else happened?”

Emma shook her head. “No, I never have issues. In fact, if I ever had a chance to meet with you, I could show you some ideas I had to make improvements. I finished some tasks early and came in the clean up the closet as a surprise for you.”

John suddenly realized that he hadn’t spoken to her at all since her interview a few weeks back. Even then, he had been angry with Olivia about some other issue, and he had snapped at Emma while role playing during her interview. He now remembered her big eyes staring up at him, and how he had forced himself to ignore her shivers. If he had been less angry, he surely would have noticed how attractive she was. “I am so sorry, Emma,” he ran his hand through his hair. “Olivia has me running around like crazy. But I’m here now, so can I give you a hand?” She smiled at him and moved to her left, so that she could stand in front of him. Her ankle twisted a bit as she stopped forward, and she caught herself against the shelves. John had moved forward at the same time, and now his body was pressed up against the back of hers.

His fingers were intertwined with hers, his face in her hair, and his dick pressed against her ass. She smelled like soft flowers and he felt himself getting harder. He squeezed her fingers. “You OK?”

She glanced back over her shoulder at him, her eyes wide, her lips slightly parted, and she didn’t have to say anything. It was clear that she was turned on, as she pressed her ass against him and moaned gently.

*Emma*

She wanted him. Now. But she couldn’t do anything more than grind against him. He pressed himself against her more urgently and grunted, “Don’t do that,” his breath hot against the back of her neck.

“But…” She squeezed his hands.

“Spread your legs apart.”

His left hand moved to tickle along the bottom hem of her dress for a second before flipping her dress up and moving quickly to her ass. She thanked the clothing gods that she wore her thigh highs and stockings instead of full on pants hose. Now he had easy access. His fingers traced along her panties before he slipped a finger inside to cup her pussy in his hand. Thank goodness she had shaved. His right hand grabbed her tits, his fingertips tightening around her nipple and pinching. She pushed against his hand, trying to make him put a finger inside or touch her clit, something, but he continued teasing her. “Beg for it.” His voice was a husky growl against her ear and her body shivered. “Please, please fuck me. Touch me. Do whatever you want.” He chuckled before releasing her. Instead he bent her forward slightly at the waist and kept her pressed against the shelves. “Don’t move.”

*John*

He’d lost all fucking control. It didn’t matter anymore. He just had to have it. He flipped her skirt up again and pulled her pants down, exposing her pussy and ass to him. Kneeling down, he cupped her ass and licked it, his knee nudging her legs apart. She accommodated his request with soft moans, and he began touching her clit while burying his face in her pussy.

She moans and shivered against his face, her pussy sweet and wet. He had almost blown his load when he felt her soft unshaved pussy. He licked all over and inserted his finger inside. *God, she was so fucking wet.* He could feel the juices running down his knuckles and she was grinding against his hand, bouncing up and down of her own accord. He bit her ass, wanting nothing more than to stand up, ram his dick inside, and pound a few times until he came inside her. But he was in the office. What he was doing already was insane.

He stood up, his finger still inside her, and pinched her nipple again as he grabbed her big tits. He never had noticed how soft and curvy she was. They had to finish before he fucked her in the closet. “I want you to cum for me.”

*Emma*

That was all she needed. She bounced against his hand as he fingered her, stifling her moans by biting her own arm. His finger moved inside her as she came, and she touched her own clit to push herself over the top. He didn’t stop moving his fingers for some time, changing the rhythm until it was a gentle, almost massaging rhythm. At last he pulled his fingers out and moved away from her. She turned around to find him just as flushed and excited as she was. His boner was very evident and she wanted to unzip and blow him right there. She made a movement forward, to reach for his zipper, but he stopped her.

“Next time,” he said before rearranging himself to try and hide the massive erection. Eventually he grabbed a folder to cover himself and snuck out, leaving her wanting more and wondering what next time meant?

Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/l9werl/the_unexpected_supply_closet_incident_mf