Sex At The Office

Title: “Sex At The Office”

In the hush of a Friday afternoon, because the humdrum of workplace life started to calm down, Jessica sauntered into her boss’s workplace with a sway in her hips that belied the mundane errand she was supposedly on. She wore a secretary’s uniform – a good knit knee-length skirt, sheer stockings, and a crisp white shirt that hinted on the curves beneath. Her blonde hair was pulled again neatly, however few may ignore the provocative gleam in her blue eyes.

“Mr. Thompson, you wanted these files?” Jessica requested, her voice a purr as she leaned over his massive mahogany desk. The Neckline of her shirt strained towards her ample bosom. Mr. Thompson, a high-powered government in his late forties, regarded up from his paperwork and felt his mouth go dry. He’d at all times admired Jessica’s determine, however the way in which she was carrying on at the moment, virtually providing herself up on his desk, was uncharacteristic to say the least.

“Ah, yes, thank you Jessica,” he managed, clearing his throat. “Just leave them there.” He gestured vaguely to a stack of manila folders teetering precariously.

Jessica bent additional, guaranteeing he bought an eyeful of her spherical rear. “Anything else you need, Mr. Thompson? I’m happy to…accommodate you.”

Her voice was pure sin, dripping with unstated guarantees. Mr. Thompson felt his cock stir to consideration. It had been ages since his spouse had given him something near this stage of consideration. What hurt may one little workplace fling do? No one wanted to know.

“Actually, Jessica,” he mentioned, leaning again in his leather-based government chair, “There is something you can do for me.” He gestured for her to come back around the desk.

Jessica wasted no time. She moved with feline grace, her hips swaying hypnotically till she was standing earlier than him, wanting down at him via her lengthy lashes. “And what’s that, Mr. Thompson?” She put a foot up on the desk, revealing a slip of white lace peeking out from her stockings.

Mr. Thompson felt his management snap. He reached out and grabbed her ankle, pulling her to him. She set free a bit gasp as he spun her round and bending her over his desk in a single easy movement.

“Oh Mr. Thompson,” Jessica moaned as he hiked up her skirt, revealing the dual globes of her ass, clad in barely-there lace. “You’re so impulsive.”

“Yes,” he growled, giving her a agency smack. “And you like that don’t you, you naughty girl?”

Jessica mewled her assent as he unzipped his pants, releasing his thick, engorged member. He ran it between her ass cheeks, teasing her tight gap. “Please,” she whimpered. “I need it so badly.”

With one swift thrust, Mr. Thompson buried himself inside her. Jessica cried out, gripping the sting of the desk. He felt her tight, scorching partitions clench round him as he started to pump into her. She was dripping moist, as prepared for him as he was for her.

“Yes, yes, yes,” she chanted as he pistoned into her, fucking her with wild abandon. The desk shook with the drive of his thrusts. Anyone may stroll in at any second, nevertheless it solely appeared to spur them on.

“Gonna fuck this tight pussy until you scream,” Mr. Thompson grunted, giving her ass one other smack. Jessica Only moaned louder, pushing her hips again to fulfill his thrusts. She arched her again, urgent her ass towards him as he slammed into her.

“Your pussy feels so good around my cock,” he groaned, reaching round to play together with her tits. He kneaded the tender mounds, rolling her nipples between his fingers. She gasped, clenching tight round him.

“Please, I’m so close,” Jessica begged, her voice excessive and breathy. Mr. Thompson may really feel her partitions fluttering round him, her climax quickly approaching.

“That’s it baby, cum on my cock,” he urged, redoubling his efforts. He gripped her hips exhausting sufficient to bruise as he fucked her more durable, chasing his personal launch.

Jessica set free a wordless cry as her orgasm crashed over her, her physique shaking and jerking beneath him. The sensation despatched Mr. Thompson over the sting. With one final deep thrust, he buried himself in her and exploded, pumping his scorching seed deep inside her ready pussy.

They collapsed towards the desk, panting and spent. Jessica slowly lifted herself off of Mr. Thompson’s softening cock, his cum dripping out of her well-fucked gap. She rotated and gave him a coquettish smile. “I trust that will suffice as accommodation, Mr. Thompson?”

He chuckled, tucking himself again into his pants. “Yes, Jessica. You’ve more than exceeded my expectations.”

She smoothed her rumpled skirt and hair, straightening her shirt as if nothing had occurred. “I do hope we can repeat this accommodation arrangement often,” she mentioned, earlier than turning on her heel and leaving his workplace, not a hint of their coupling left behind.

Mr. Thompson leaned again in his chair with a glad sigh, already serious about the following time he may get his secretary bent over his desk once more. Business conferences would by no means be the identical.