A Little Play While He Works Late [FM]

Another long one, so drop on down to **********SEXY TIME BEGINS********* if you so choose.

Long ago, I accepted that my body was one that commanded attention wherever I go. Only breast reduction surgery would change it, and even then it’s not likely. I’ve come to find that, as my sexuality blossomed, I get turned on by the men who want me but can’t have me. The men who can’t fathom that I’m with Steven. I don’t like when someone tries to come between us deliberately, but get pleasure from guys who think Steven is a try hard and they can get me.

We were 26 and engaged. Steven was out of town for work when Jeremy got hired. He seemed cool at first. We even went to lunch together once. This would prove to be a mistake as he clearly didn’t listen or care that I was in a relationship, and my Ruby engagement ring didn’t serve as an obvious sign.

By the time Steven returned, Jeremy was constantly finding excuses to talk to me, always looking at me, trying to take me out. On top of that, he’d constantly try to “help” me with any and everything. “Here, let a man take care of that” was said more than once. Even with stuff that was *my job.” But he always stopped just before it could be considered harassment.

At work, unless he was in meetings all day, Steven didn’t dress the part. As a former seasonal warehouse worker and now Director of Operations, he’s constantly in the warehouse. Therefore he dresses more casually, often stopping by my office in steel toed shoes. He’s very hands on.

The first Friday he was back, he stopped by my office to talk about our dinner plans. Jeremy, not realizing who he was, decided to step in.

“Hey man, you’re not supposed to be here.”

“What? But…”

“Look, there’s no reason for a warehouse worker to be in finance.”

“It’s ok, he’s…” I tried to interject.

“No, I got this.” Jeremy turns back to Steven. “Get back down to the warehouse.”

“Jeremy, that’s…” another coworker chimed in.

He turned to face her, Steven and I shared a “wtf” look.

“I said I’ll handle it.” Turning to Steven again. “You have no business here. Wren is trying to work and you’re distracting her.”

“I’ll talk to you later.” Steven said to me.

Jeremy called after Steven. “She doesn’t want to talk to a lowly warehouse worker. Don’t come up here again.”

“Jeremy!” I exclaimed.

“Don’t mention it.” With a smug grin. “Can you believe a guy like that would think you’d want to talk to him?! Haha!”

As Jeremy walked away in his self-satisfaction, I went from annoyed to turned on. He didn’t know anything about Steven or how he made me feel. I actually began to imagine him catching us together. First outside of work but then about him catching us in the act. It turned me on knowing he’ll be so confused, so angry when he realizes the guy is my fiancée.

One week later, Steven had to work late for a follow-up meeting with the West Coast warehouse. Everyone leaves at least an hour early on Fridays, so the building was abandoned. Being the ever-loving fiancée, I went through a drive-through to get us dinner and returned to his office to enact my plan.

While my dress at work is always workplace appropriate, that didn’t mean that [what’s under it](https://www.reddit.com/user/bent-my-wookie/comments/xcs17o/office_shenanigans/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=ios_app&utm_name=iossmf) has to be.

“Hey, what are you doing here?”

“Thought you’d could use dinner since you’ll be here late.”

“Thanks.”

“Don’t mention it. You’re really an inspiration to us all, sir. Everyone says so. I know I’m proud to work for you.”

“Don’t call me ‘sir.’” He retorted.

I kept playing it up while we ate, trying to come across as the sexy secretary. I wasn’t sure at the time if he picked up on it. Especially when he said…

“Ok, I’ve got about 15 minutes. I’m going to go pee before the meeting. Thanks for dinner.”

**********SEXY TIME BEGINS*********

When he came back, he was greeted with [this view](https://www.reddit.com/user/bent-my-wookie/comments/xcs17o/office_shenanigans/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=ios_app&utm_name=iossmf). Yes, he actually took a picture. He was clearly confused when I turned to face him. When he sat down, I threw my flexible legs over the chair arms and grinded on him while touching and kissing him. His body responded as I felt him grow hard against my shifting my pelvis.

I jumped under his desk when I heard the sound of someone initiating the meeting in Teams, but continued to rub him through his clothes before pulling his dick out and forcing him to lift his hips so I could have full access. Precum covered the bulbous head as I swirled it around with my fingers. I stroked him teasingly while watching him try not to moan or squirm on video.

Listening to my goofy, awkward man talk business was hotter than I expected and I removed my thong so I could tease myself. As the first moan began to escape, I threw my lips over his dick so his body would absorb the moans. The more he talked, the more I realized what I was doing. Crouched under a desk, my tits pressed against him. I brought my pussy to a full body, quivering orgasm. The sound only stifled by the cock filling my mouth.

I looked up to see him taking notes as he talked about the issues he had gone to help solve a few weeks prior. I only took my mouth away when he neared his own orgasm. I removed my mouth and touched the exposed skin, letting the urge die down before starting again. I continued edging him for some time, watching him squirm every time I stopped. A few times he tried to hold my head down on his dick, but I broke loose.

After the fourth or fifth denied orgasm, as my mouth admittedly grew tired, I heard paper rip from his pad. He thrusted it down at me.

“This is nowhere near over. Just finish me.”

Well, I’m not one to deny that. With what little strength I had, I used my tongue and lips to pull his load from him. He pushed his hips into me as I carefully avoided hitting my head on his desk. The other guy was chattering away when Steven took my head and started moving it. His balls tensed in my hand as my tongue swirled around him in my mouth.

He held me still as the pleasure took over. He must have muted it because his head fell back and he screamed my name as my mouth overflowed with cum from the repeatedly denied release.

“Sorry, had to sneeze” he said to the person on the other end.

I snuck out from under the desk and mostly redressed. Another note was slid to me.

“Almost done. Want to fuck on Jeremy’s desk?”

I sauntered out, making sure he got a good view of my naturally swaying hips as I walked out and back to my department. By the time he entered, I was [ready and waiting](https://www.reddit.com/user/bent-my-wookie/comments/xcsb5i/office_tease/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=ios_app&utm_name=iossmf).

“Hey” he said, gently stroking my ass. “I’m sorry to hear about the trouble you’re having with Jeremy. I just wanted to let you know I won’t stand for it.”

“Thanks.” I said. “You’re an amazing boss.”

“You deserve better, Wren. You’re one of my best employees.”

“Oh, yeah? Well, maybe I could get a bonus then?”

I arched my back more to push my pussy out. I heard his pants unzip, then his cock sliding across my pussy, spreading the lips with his shaft. I moaned softly as it lightly grazed across my clit.

“Is that all I get?” I pouted. “Surely your best employee deserves a filling bonus.”

With that, he entered me from behind. I sighed at the feeling, then instantly began to whimper with pleasure. The chair tried to turn as he fucked me, so he pulled out and I crawled atop my admirer’s desk.

“Damn, Wren. Glad our budget isn’t as tight as this pussy.” He slapped my ass.

“Ooooooh…mmmmmmm. Bet he wishes he could be you. Filling this tight, tiny pussy all the way up. Bet you never knew your secretary was such a little vixen.”

Our word play caused me to clamp down on his dick. I felt the orgasm building rapidly.

“Fuck me, boss. Fuck me hard! Make me your little slut. Ooooooooooohhhhh”

My face and tits fell onto Jeremy’s desk. Steven fucked me through the aftershocks before pulling away. I jumped off the desk, and he got up, leaning against the wall. I contorted myself in ways befitting a tiny former ballerina and cheerleader and filled my pussy with his dick once again.

“Your juices are running down my balls.” Steven whispered as he began to rub my clit. “Our sweat and juices will cover his desk.”

I switched from rocking to bouncing on his dick, my large breasts bouncing in front of him as my tiny body moved on his cock.

“Mmmmmm…your cock fits perfect boss. Tell me who is your best employee.”

“You….oooooooohhhhh…you are, Wren. Mmmmmmmmm…you gonna cum on your boss’ dick again?”

“Yes….y….yes….yes siiiiiiiirrrrrrrrrr.”

For the finale, Steven flipped me onto my back, and put my legs on his shoulders while he fucked me hard. I teased my clit, breaking character to scream my love for him as I felt his body tensing through my own. My orgasm subsided just as his load poured into me, filling me and dripping out onto the desk.

“Babe, I think you can add sexy secretary to your list of potential jobs if you leave finance or the company.”

As we left the office, we turned back to see the obvious wet marks on the desk and laughed. To this day, we still get hot talking about it. Steven would find my thong under his desk on Monday morning, returning them to me that night stained with cum.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/xctejl/a_little_play_while_he_works_late_fm