She is an insatiable harlot.
Karla spent her early 20’s sleeping with any man that would have her. Any man. Their body type didn’t matter, their age didn’t matter (within reason of course), their penis size didn’t matter, and their financial situation didn’t matter. The only man she wouldn’t touch are the one’s that are married, in a relationship, or harboring transmissible diseases. She has morals and standards, after all, and she refused to break homes.
She has a body that men and women would kill for. A large, delectable ass that jiggles when she walks, thighs that complimented her ass, a pair of large, DD tits that bounced twice when she cups it, pulls it up and lets it go. Brown nipples and areolas that are inviting, and a face that can be on the face of any magazine. She’s standing on a respectable height of 5’3 and she’s 120 pounds.
Despite being an insatiable harlot, she’s well read and intelligent. She’s an IT major and she made it a point to never let a pen dip in her inkwell. She kept her nose down, did her job, went home to change and let her brown, luscious hair that rest just above her hip down and go to bars and clubs.
But she felt something missing in her life and she fully knows why she sleeps with different men. She’s looking for a man that actually satisfies her sexual appetite. All of the men she has slept with are either two-pump chumps who talked a big game when she initially met them and could barely last 2 minutes, or men that lasted a grand total of 10 minutes. She’s sexually frustrated despite having such a high body count.
One day a new hire is introduced. She glanced at him and she felt her eyes linger just a little longer than usual. He’s tall, compared to her at least, and he must be about 6’2. He wore a sweater and a pair of brown slacks but she could tell that his chest is broad and muscled and his shoulders thick and muscled. She could even see that his trapezius muscles are just lifting his sweater. He wore glasses over his hazel eyes and he kept his brown hair neat and tidy, swept to the side and held down by product.
As the initial introduction ends, she found her manager walking towards her with him towed along. “Karla, how’s life?” her manager, Leanne, asked as her usual greeting. Leanne is an older woman, early 40s by Karla’s estimate and she’s an amicable and fair supervisor. She played no favorite but she treated everyone well. She’s also the only manager that would throw a party every four months.
“Oh you know, you take it a day at a time,” came Karla’s usual reply. She swiveled on her chair and stood, patting herself down.
“Well this is Sam, he’s our new hire. I need you to train him for a bit until he get’s the hang of things, is that alright?”
Karla has never trained anyone before, but she has been in the company for a bit. She brought a finger to her lip, tapping at it and ultimately agreed. Sam extended his hand, “Nice to meet you,” came his voice, a deep rumble that shook her as it traveled. She took it within her own and shook his hand and found his grip to be firm but gentle.
“I think you two will get along fine.” Leanne beamed as she took a chair from an empty desk and brought it to him. “Now, I need to do some manager stuff, Karla take care of him!”
Karla sat down and showed Sam as much as she could. Sam leaned in close to read off her computer screen, and Karla found his scent to be intoxicating. He wasn’t wearing cologne, the company was specific in that front, so all she smelled is him. Whenever Sam brushes against her she would feel this electricity travel through her.
“I’m in trouble,” she thought to herself, “keep it steady, Karla.”
While a supervisor-subordinate relationship is strictly prohibited, two co-workers of the same level can have a relationship. The only stipulation is that HR needs to know who is in a relationship with whom.
For two weeks, Karla kept herself sane. She also hasn’t seen anyone in that two weeks. She taught him all that she knows and she found him to be enjoyable company in an otherwise dreary workplace. They grew close in that two weeks, with her learning about his dreams and she disclosing her own. She was a little sad when her days of training him ended, but was ecstatic when she learned that he would stay in the department. Leanne even assigned him the empty desk near her as his own.
“Karla, could you show me where we keep the printer toner please?” Sam asked as had tried to print some paperwork and found that the toner needed to be replaced.
“Oh sure it’s in the store room, I’ll show you.”
Karla leads him down a hallway and into a room on the far corner. Sam thought it weird that the store room is in such an obscure place, but he put the thought aside for now. Karla leads him inside and towards the back where a small box of toner sits atop one of the shelves.
“I obviously can’t reach that,” Karla giggled sheepishly and Sam shrugged and reached up. As he turned he found Karla practically leaping at him and he caught her and had to set the toner aside in fear of breaking it if it drops.
Karla shoved her tongue inside him and she was glad that he twirled his tongue around hers too. She wrapped her legs around him and he ran his hand on her back and ass.
Finally she seperated from him. “I’ve been dying to do that for two weeks!” she said in a laugh, “that felt so fucking good Sam.”
Before he could reply she went back in again. He had to set her down and they both were breathing hard after seperating.
“Karla, you’re an amazing woman. But we’re working, we’ll get caught,” he said in a hushed tone.
“No, this store room is the back up store room. This is where we keep stuff to stock the main store room. No one really comes around here except one a month or so,” she giggled as she began to unbutton his shirt. Sam shrugged and took off his top and Karla squealed in delight to find out she was actually right. In addition to his chest and shoulder, his washboard abs and the V shape of his torso took her over the moon.
Sam grabbed her by the waist and took her in, kissing her gently and more sensual. He took of her baby-blue blouse and started kissing her supple breast. They were soft and every time he kissed them his lips would sink a little. Finally she unhooked the bra and he took her breast within his hands and massaged them. As he did so, Karla worked on his belt and slid his pants down to find his already hard cock, 7.5 inches and with a large head. It’s not the largest she’s ever had, but she enjoy a decent cock that didn’t cause her pain like the guy with 10 inches that would relentlessly hammer her. While she enjoyed the penetration, the action soon after brought her pain.
She stroked it, wiping away the pre cum and licking her finger. A bit bitter, he’s probably an avid coffee drinker, but she enjoyed the taste nonetheless. She went down on her knees and started taking him into her mouth. She sucked on the head slowly, looking up to him and making sure that he see’s her. He rubbed head as she bobbed, and gently pushed her further into him. He felt his cock hit the back of her throat and moaned at the sensation. She went in faster and faster until he shoved her all the way down and held her, letting her throat spasm around him. She squeezed his thighs and he relaxed his grip and as she took herself off of him she breathe hard as a line of saliva wrapped around his member.
She stood up and wrapped her lips around his again. She bunched up her black pencil skirt around her stomach. Sam took her left leg and lifted it up, took his cock with his right, pushed her white thong aside and lined it up against her pussy lips. He teased her clit with his cockhead, eliciting a soft pant from her as she stared deep in his eyes. He gently pushed into her and her mouth went agape as she felt his length penetrate her.
“Jesus Christ that’s good,” she said as her voice quivered. She grabbed the back of his head to steady herself and met his thrust with her own. His thrusts were slow and methodical as every time he would thrust in he would get on his toes so his penis would drag along her floor, and every time he would draw his dick back he would slightly lift her up so the head would scrape the roof of her vagina. This little action pressed many of her buttons as she soon found herself quivering and shaking as orgasms after orgasms ran through her body. She couldn’t believe it. She felt that feeling again, that feeling of being complete and satisfied. That feeling that she’s been looking for. Has she finally found him? The one person for her?
Sam pulled himself out and started kissing her again. He took her against a wall, turned her around and slapped her ass and squeezed it. He separated a cheek and shoved his manhood into her slit. “God, you’re fucking me so good. Don’t stop Sam, take my pussy!” Karla grunted. Sam leaned into her and rests his head against her shoulder, panting as he pumped his hips into her ass. Her wet pussy gripped and milked him in an effort to extract his essence.
“Karla, you’re pussy is so good,” Sam groaned as he kissed her again. Sam groped her breast and pinched her nipples, reaching down and rubbing her clit. She groaned and gasped, chasing that feeling that seems to be slowing down for her.
“Take that pussy, Sam. It’s yours if you want it,” Karla whispered, “you can have it, you can have it if you’ll be with me.”
“Do you mean it Karla?” Sam said with surprise and Karla nodded eagerly in the affirmative. Sam’s pumping sped up, Karla knew what that usually meant, and with a grunt and a final push he threw his seeds into her field. Karla moaned as she caught the feeling and another orgasm danced with her. Sam thrusted and thrusted and he moaned. Sam relished the feeling of Karla’s vaginal wall contracting and spasming against his girth, and he held her as her knees buckled and legs went faint. Finally, the two slid down to the floor and held each other as they sat against the wall.
“Believe it or not, Leanne picked you out as my trainer.”
“She did? Why?”
“I don’t know. She said that every time she see’s you it seems that you’re always looking for something, or that you looked lost,” Sam explained, but Karla didn’t really get it.
“You mean to say she played matchmaker?” Karla said in an effort to shed further light. Sam contemplated it and agreed. “Well, she did a fine job with this one,” she giggled as she gave him a kiss. She’s surprised to see his cock still standing erect and gave a wicked grin.
“No, Karla we’re at work! Save it for later, you can come to my place or I can come to yours.”
“Hmm, fine,” she said as she threw her hands up and finding his reasoning sound. They shared another kiss and dressed themselves.
When they stepped out, they saw Leanne leaning against the doorframe. “HR opens at 8AM, and fix your collars and hair,” was all she said as she walked away.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/pdmiaf/company_ink_mfoffice_romance
It’s was good. Bravo.