I am using the company internet connection to research a paper. I see you leave your office and head for the bathroom. Movement makes you turn your head as you pass my cubicle.
“Hey, what are you still doing here?” you find yourself stopping to say. “Just catching up on a few things. Can I get you anything, sir?”
“Oh. Yes. Would you please start the coffee drip? It looks like I am going to be here a while. I’ll take it in my office when it’s ready.”
“Certainly, sir.” I don’t know why I’m extra polite to you. It just sounds so right to address you respectfully. I find myself irrationally wanting to please you. Anyone else I’d stall and say screw you. It’s 10 pm, fucker, but for you, I put my heels back on and rush into the kitchen. As the coffee brews, I straighten my skirt, and the seams of my stockings, pull my hair back and unbutton so my camisole clad breast is plainly exposed. I pour you a cup and fix it the way you like, just a little cream to cool it off and carry it in to you on a saucer.
I stop in your doorway; you’re on the phone. You pretend to not notice me there for a minute, my legs shifting in the heels after a long day, my hips leaning from side to side. Without ever looking directly at me, you wave me in. Still on the phone you tap the desk where I am to place the coffee. You are really something else, but I do as I am told. I lean forward and I realize the view is completely scandalous. Lace isn’t part of the dress code here, your eyebrow seems to say. As you hang up the phone I straighten up and ask,
“Will, that be all?” You stand up and come around the desk to where I am standing, sort of back me into it, so my tush is pressed against the edge. You touch my cheek and say that no, that’s not all. Without any warning, I realize you’re undoing the rest of my buttons, and pulling my shirt back over my shoulders. I’m breathing so hard, looking at you looking at my breasts. You tilt my chin up to look at you and I feel my knees shake. I wasn’t expecting this. I had only flirted with fantasies before this moment.
You kiss my neck and touch my skin, sliding spaghetti straps down my arms. I’m mewing when one of the other suits walks in. He’s holding files but says nothing, just gapes at me standing between you and the desk, my nipples slightly exposed, my shirt still tucked in and pushed so far down my arms it’s holding them back. I suddenly get shy and press myself against you. He starts to apologize and backs out the door but you tell him to stay, at which point I am confused and somewhat scared.
“What do you want me to do?” I ask as I look at you naively. “Everything.”
You push me back so you and your colleague can see me again. You pull my undershirt down so my breasts fall out completely. The other man enters the room completely and shuts the door, locking it. You walk me over to the floor to ceiling windows overlooking the rest of Manhattan’s money and facing me forward, looking out, you undress me slowly rubbing my skin as you take each piece of clothing off. You pull my skirt down and I step out of it. You touch the naked part of my ass in the garters and slide your finger around below my waist. You can’t believe I came to work without panties on. Just stockings. You whisper how I’ve been bad, so bad to wear something like that. You leave me standing there in the bright light of your office, almost naked, visible to hundreds of New York windows, and I can’t move. I am grounded there, slightly spread eagle, face turned away blushing. Only you have this hold on me, sir.
I hear little bursts of breathing and I look behind me to see your friend is already touching himself through his fly. The light goes out and it’s just the green glow of your old-fashioned desk lamp. You take me by the hand and lead me around the desk again so I am standing in much the same place I was earlier though this time almost naked. My pussy is throbbing so hard I am sure you can see it, and as I press my body into yours to hide it, this time I feel how hard your dick is in your pants. It pokes into me separating my lips even through the silk and I know, you can feel me beating around its tip.
You prop my ass up on the desk and drop your trousers. Your large hands spread my legs and you pull me by the back of the hip onto your shaft. I haven’t been on the market for a while and find myself very tight and the size of your cock hurts, sliding in and out of me so quickly and hard. I am dripping all over you. You slam me as you kiss and bite at my neck. I am can only moan and look over your shoulder at the man looking at us, who now also has no pants on. He too is very hard and very big. I wonder if I can even take this, I don’t usually sleep around. As I start to get nervous, I clench around your cock. You react, fucking me harder and harder still. Suddenly you pull out and bend me forward fast putting your juice-soaked dick in my mouth. With my mouth around you, you pull me off the desk and turn me around so you’re leaning against it now, and I’m bent at the waist, my wet pussy exposed to the man I don’t really know behind me. I don’t care though. I suck you as you grab my hair hard and push my head on you, sticking yourself far enough down my throat to make me gag over and over again.
“Are you ready?” you ask me, and as I raise my eyes to look at you with your cock still completely buried in my throat, you start to cum. I feel the warmth deep inside me, and as you unload, you pull up, out of my mouth so you further shoot all over my tongue and finally my lips and face. When you are completely empty, you push your semen onto my tongue with your thumb. You make me lick you and your balls clean, and I am happy to do it. The sight of this makes your friend moan and I feel him clenching one of my buttocks as he splashes his warm load all over my asshole and pussy. He’s still coming as he lightly touches the tip of his penis to my clit, moving it in little circles making both of us moan a little, me with your balls in my mouth.
It’s not long before the man behind me is hard again, sliding against my sticky body, and before I even know what’s about to happen, he pulls my hips back as you angle my shoulders down and he is in me, slowly fucking. I stop my attention to your body and try to straighten up. You only let me get so far and I give you the biggest doe eyes, not really sure why you want to see another man fuck me. You just nod and shove me hard by my shoulders into him. My little pussy hasn’t seen this much action, well, ever, and it is pink and swollen. I’m not sure I can stand much longer, my legs are so shaky.
You guide me back to sucking you hard. Your friend pushes my face so close to you that you are down my throat. I can hardly breathe and you are just using the slight thrusts of my entire body to get off. My eyes are tearing, and all I can do is force out muffled moans, my vocal cords driving you nuts when my legs give way under me. You lift me up off your dick, and I am sure (though I am too spent to see) that you direct the man who has been occupying me to pull himself out though not finished. You straighten me up and pat my head, pushing the hair out of my eyes, wipe the tear tracks, touch me all over lightly, grabbing in all the right places, fondling my throbbing clit and when you feel me get wet again, you and your friend pick me up and wrap my legs around you, seated on the edge of your desk. You literally rest me down on you, like a rock, further up in me than I had thought possible. You don’t move, you just twitch in me, as my body reacts to you tightening and releasing and tightening again.
The man behind me reaches his hand around my face and I tongue at his middle finger as he puts it in my mouth. He’s helping you lift me up and down ever so slightly, fucking high inside me. I am wide-eyed and wet as I look down at you disappearing in my tiny pussy. I’ve never been fucked this way and you get it. You know just how to work me so I bite my lip purple.
I feel the other man exploring my ass, touching and grabbing the cheeks, his wet finger pawing at my hole. I tense, clenching around you and in front of his finger, an instinctive effort to prevent entry, but with his left hand clutching one cheek, he suddenly shoves his finger through and is in my ass. He works me for a little while, loosening me up, and making me aware of having two bodies in mine, barely separated.
“I feel so dirty,” I whisper to you after I catch my breath, my legs still wrapped around you as I sit in your lap.
“You are,” you whisper back as you buck me ever so slightly harder. “You are,” you say as your friend works another finger into my asshole and I shudder.
“Oh, sir.” “Sh.”
Quietly, I take it. Anything for the beautiful, big boss. I take you all the way in. I take another man’s fingers. I take it as quietly as I can when he takes them out and spreading my cheeks I feel his already so-hard-its- leaky dick pressed up between my round buttocks. I hug you so tight, as I feel his hands pushing me forward and apart, the tip of his cock taunting my clenching anus. I am trying so hard to let go, to relax, to loosen everything. I know what’s coming having bent over before. As hard as I try, I just can’t. And at a moment I tighten everything, he forces himself into my ass. I cry out, I tried to be a trooper, my eyes tried to tell you as they well with tears, but I can’t stay quiet. I am on fire and I start to sob. You cover my mouth, and for a while, the only sounds in your office are the mixed rhythms of heavy breathing, bodies thumping together, two men fucking me from both sides, hard, so hard, and my muffled crying.
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