Trinity marched out the meeting room. Her cheeks were red with rage as she walked with long, quick strides back to her office. Jack followed her out perturbed by the latest marketing flop that was laid out for all the executives to witness. He watched as Trinity’s hips trailed off down the hall. Trinity was wearing a skin-tight, black pencil skirt. Jack could just make out her straight chestnut brown, shoulder length hair swaying as she power walked down the hall. Before she turned the corner, she locked eyes with Jack and then disappeared.
Jack shook his head and walked the opposite way down the hall. The marketing campaign he and Trinity had put together was a stroke of genius. The executives; however, were older and didn’t understand its viral nature. They were practically laughed out of the room. He had some ideas to make it more palpable while retaining its original premise.
The light in Jack’s office faded as the sun went down. He was happy to have a window, but his office butted against the employee parking lot, so it wasn’t much of a view. His phone buzzed in his pocket. Jack had lost track of time rewriting the proposal in a long email to Trinity. He answered his phone, “Hey, sorry.”
A woman answered, “You need to tell me when you’re working late.”
Jack looked out at the garage. He spotted movement on the third level up. It was Trinity. Even from this distance he could make out the angular lines of her face, her sharp nose, and catlike eyes. In a past lift she was a lioness, Jack thought. “Sorry, the pitch didn’t go well. I’m reworking some things.”
He saw that Trinity was with a guy. They started making out at her car. The woman on the phone said, “When are you coming home?”
The man was groping for something below his waist. Trinity looked around the garage. Her gaze swung over at Jack. They made eye contact. She smiled. Jack replied, “I’ll be home in an hour or so, okay?”
Trinity jumped into the man’s arms. She arched her back against the car, and the man fucked her. He his thrusts were deep and slow. She bounced up and down in his arms. Their kissing broke off. He buried his face in her neck. The woman said, “Ok, I’ll see you soon.”
“Ok, bye.” Jack hung up. His erection was pushing hard against his pants. Trinity looked over at Jack and locked eyes with him as she rocked back and forth on the other man’s cock. Her mouth was making an “O” shape as he pounded her against the car. He finished with a shudder. Jack was stunned and aroused.
He watched as Trinity and the man resituated themselves – pulling up their underwear and smoothing out their clothes. Jack turned away from the window. He wasn’t sure how to process the exchange. Jack took a breath and turned back to his computer. He looked over at the garage. Trinity was gone. For a minute, Jack felt that maybe it was a dream. He hit send on the email. There was a notification chime outside his office door.
Trinity sauntered in. “Hey peeping Tom,” she said. Her voice was low and sultry. Jack gulped. “Did you enjoy the show?” She sat down in his lap facing him.
“I… I…” Jack stammered. Trinity reached over and clicked off the desk lamp.
“A girl needs to be careful,” she said. Her breath smelled of expensive whiskey which mingled with an ambrosia of sweat and perfume. It was intoxicating. She kissed Jack with pleading, wet lips. Jack was powerless as she unbuttoned his shirt. She rubbed her hands along his muscular chest.
Jack’s hands traveled from her petit waist to her hard, rounded ass. The stretched polyester of the pencil skirt felt delightfully smooth on Jack’s skin. He squeezed her ass cheeks. She slapped him. “Bad boy. That’s sexual harassment.”
He was a bit shocked, but then relaxed. “Better call HR.”
Trinity nodded. “Ooh, you want me to eat Pam in HR’s pussy while you fuck me on this desk?”
“Jesus,” Jack breathed as Trinity found his hard cock through his pants and began to ride it’s shaft.
Jack undid her blouse and quickly unhinged her bra. Trinity had tiny tits with huge erect nipples. He sucked them lustily. She threw her head back and moaned.
Somehow Trinity unbuttoned and unzipped Jack’s trousers. She show help his throbbing penis in her hands. She slid onto the carpet. Softly she kissed the tip and then she licked up and down the veiny shaft. Jack sat a bit more upright as Trinity swallowed his cock. She pushed all the way down erection. She came up for air as a line of thick spittle strung out from her mouth to Jack’s cock. She did it again, sucking and bobbing her head up and down, slurping up the precum. “Jesus fuck,” Jack said.
Trinity stood up. “Pull off my panties,” she commanded. She turned around and bent over his desk. Jack was delirious with adrenaline. He knelt down facing her ass and slowly worked her panties off. They were drenched in her juices and the other man’s cum. “Eat my pussy.
Jack hesitated. He ate pussy before, but never had sloppy seconds. “Please, Jack, eat me out, baby,” Trinity pleaded. Jack pulled her ass cheeks apart and flicked his tongue on her puckered asshole. It was slick with cum. “Yes,” she breathed. It tasted normal, so Jack moved down to her pussy. He stuck his tongue in as far as it would go. The wetness was extraordinary. It was lick lube was poured into her vagina. He began to lick it more voraciously. Trinity reached down to massage her clit. She moaned. “Suck me dry!
Jack took her direction in earnest and sucked out a glob of sperm. “Oh my God,” Trinity gasped. “Don’t swallow.” She pulled Jack up and then sat on his desk. “Give it to baby bird,” She said. Trinity opened her pleading mouth. Jack spit the cum into Trinity’s wanting mouth. They kissed passionately, frenching the jizz around her mouth with their tongues.
Jack felt like he was having an out of body experience. For some reason, this kinky cum swapping turned him on more than anything in his life! He needed more. Jack turned Trinity over the desk roughly. The desk squeaked and shook as he pounded her pussy doggy style. Trinity’s mousy little, “oh, oh, oh, oh” synchronized with each wet slap. He came hard and deep in her vagina.
Quickly, Jack flipped Trinity onto her back, sucked out his cum, and fed it to her. They kissed patiently. “Oh God,” Jack breathed. His body was sweaty and suddenly tired. Trinity was looking for her underwear. Jack fell to his knees. He found it kicked under his desk. He picked it up. Before he handed it to her, Jack licked and sniffed it. The funk made him hard again.
He handed the funky underwear to Trinity. She smiled, “You keep it for being a good boy.” She went to the door, turned and said, “Next time, we’ll call HR and share it three ways.” Trinity winked and then disappeared into the dark office.
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