0 comments/ 25245 views/ 1 favorites Workaholic By: Dennis Page Following my separation from my wife, I rented an apartment downtown, close to my office, so I could return to work whenever I wanted. My work was one of the reasons we separated. I'm a workaholic. I admit it, but I'm unable to do much about it. I like my work, and everything else takes a backseat. The office where I work is nearly deserted at night except for the security guards and the cleaning staff. I can get lots of work done at night because there are no interruptions. About three months ago, I was busy working on my computer when I was interrupted by a knock at the door. It was Cindy, one of the cleaning ladies. She was wearing one of those elasticized tube tops that was stretched very thinly over a set of mammoth boobs. I distinctly remember that I thought I could see her nipples trying to poke through the fabric. I lowered my gaze so as not to appear to be staring, only to find my eyes looking directly at her tight shorts that were stretched snugly against her round ass. "Excuse me sir, " she said. "Do you mind if I clean up while you're working?" "Go right ahead," I replied. "You won't bother me a bit." I lied, of course, because the sight of her big boobs and firm ass restrained only by her tight clothes had given me a huge erection. I tried to get my mind back to work, but my attention was fixed on Cindy. The truth is I hadn't had sex in a long time. Like most things in my life, work tended to get in the way. In fact, I thought that I just wasn't interested in sex any more, but there I was with a raging erection, drooling over a shapely blonde who I guessed was about 22 years old. It was late, and my imagination was running wild with thoughts of how I'd like to bend Cindy over my desk and slip my cock between her thighs. So, I decided to go call it quits for the night. I asked Cindy to close the door to my office when she was finished. It wasn't until I got to the parking lot that I remembered that I had left my brief case in the office. I stood next to my car for a few minutes contemplating whether I should go back and get it. I looked at my office window and saw that the lights were still on, but that something was blocking the window. That made me curious enough to go back in. The office door was still open, but I stopped dead in my tracks just inside the doorway. My big leather executive's chair had been rolled over to face the window, and over the top of the chair I could see a tussle of blonde hair. I knew it was Cindy. Next to the chair were piled her shorts and tube top. Immediately, my cock stood at attention as the reality of the situation came to mind. Cindy had placed the desk chair in such a way so that she could place a leg over each of the armrests with her pussy spread in front of the big plate glass window. I could hear her low moans as I watched her reflection in the window. One hand was busy pulling on her hard pink nipples while her other hand was doing a dance number inside her pussy. She had three fingers firmly planted deep inside her while she used her thumb to pound against her clit. For a second I considered quietly leaving the room and going to the men's room to jerk off, but then her eyes opened and she saw my reflection in the window. She didn't seem surprised to see me or the least bit embarrassed. "Why don't you take it out and jerk off,” she said. “I'll help you, if you want." Her huge breasts and swollen nipples swayed back and forth as she walked over to where I was standing. She undid my pants and grabbed by fully erect dick. She stroked my cock with her hand and teased the underside of it with her thumb. With her other hand she hefted my swollen nuts and gently kneaded them. I didn't care that I was standing in front of a window eight stories up in the middle of the city. All I wanted now was to unleash my load. Cindy led me over to my leather chair by my engorged cock. She kneeled in front of me and swallowed my whole cock, sucking on it right to its root. She kept on sucking and slurping while her fingernails stroked my stomach and the inside of my thighs. I could see her firm ass in the reflection of the office window. She gave me a show as she used her other hand to finger her wet pussy and massage her love button. "I love sucking on your cock," she moaned. "You've made me so hot, I need your big dick inside me, right now." With that she got up, turned around, and positioned her pussy lips directly over my swollen shaft. She grabbed my cock and rubbed the swollen head in small circles against her pussy. I thought I would explode right then, but managed to compose myself. The arms of the chair made it difficult to drive my lance into her dripping pussy, so I suggested we get down on the floor. She readily complied with my request. She got on all fours, facing the window, and I knelt behind her. By now she was so lubricated with her juices that my rock-hard cock slid in all the way to the hilt. Her pussy was tight, and she massaged the length of my cock with her inner muscles. It almost felt like she was still sucking on my cock with her mouth, only better. She moved faster and faster, crying out with pleasure with every thrust of my cock. I could see her pendulant breasts swaying back and forth in the reflection in the window. The view was indescribable. When I looked down I saw her eager pussy taking the full length of my engorged cock, and when I looked up I had a full view of the city lights that decorated the streets and tall skyscrapers. "That's it. Harder, harder," she cried out as she neared her climax. My cum boiled in my balls, and I knew that I couldn't hold out much longer. "Oh, that's it," she screamed. "I'm cumming, Oh, fuck me good." Quickly she turned around and grabbed my cock and started stroking it like someone possessed. Within a second, I shot my load all over her breasts. I didn't think I would stop cumming. She kept stroking the head of my dick, milking every last drop, until I thought I would pass out from pleasure. Then she slowed down her pace and rubbed her gummy bear nipples with the head of my cock. The feeling was out of this world. I tried to talk her into staying with me in my apartment that night, but she said she still had a lot more work to do, and that her boss would know if she skipped out. She told me that she hadn't had sex with a man since she broke up with her boyfriend, and that she forgot how good it was. But she wasn't ready for all the excess baggage of a permanent relationship. I sat down in my leather chair to allow the afterglow to subside, while Cindy cuddled in my lap. She admitted to me that having sex in different places really turned her on. She asked me if I had ever thought of doing it in the elevator while it was moving. The possibility of the car stopping and the door opening to reveal you fucking your brains out was a real turnon for her. I'd never thought of doing it in the elevator because during the day the damn thing stopped at about every floor. But at night, you could ride from the top floor to the basement without stopping. That is, of course, unless one of the security guards used it. It was just enough risk to get my heart beating a few paces faster. "Come on," she said. "Let's do it." "Right now?" I replied. "Baby, I need a little more time to recuperate. I'm not exactly 20 years old, ya know." "No, I don't mean screwing," she said. "Let's just take a little trip naked. I bet we can ride the elevator from the top floor to the bottom floor, completely naked, without getting caught." I was getting to like Cindy more and more. I loved her sense of fun and adventure. She was just what I needed to take my mind off work. So, what the hell, I decided to give it a try. Well, we rode the elevator not just once, but three times. The trip from the very top of the building to the basement and back again took five or six minutes, nonstop. On the second trip, Cindy kneeled down and sucked on my cock until it was hard again. And on the third trip, she was riding up and down on my cock as the elevator plummeted down the 24 floors into the basement. I saw Cindy many times after that. In fact, she became the main reason for going back to my office at night. We never ran out of places to have sex; the copy room, the women's rest room, the break room, the entry foyer. Cindy wanted to do it everywhere, but never in the same place twice. And you know what? We never got caught. Workaholic's Release: Morning After Joseph looked at her in the faint morning light coming through the gauze curtains that hotels always provide. Gloria curled next to him, her back turned to his chest. She unconsciously held his arm around her, clasping it so that his hand and wrist rested between her perfect breasts. This was probably what was causing him to be so restless. She, of course, was sleeping deeply, her lips parted slightly, her body rising and falling with her steady breathing. If he shifted his body even a little, she pushed back against him, missing the contact of her flesh to his. He shifted now, just to see what she would do, and then chuckled and groaned with pleasure as she unconsciously moved back to meet him, rubbing her smooth, round ass against his semi-hard dick in the process. He kissed her shoulder and decided to test how deeply she slept. Gently dislodging his right arm from her grip between her breasts, he moved it forward slightly until he brushed her right nipple. The pace of her breathing increased slightly. Moving his left arm from under her neck, he slowly rolled her onto her back, giving both his arms full mobility. Allowing her to adjust to this new position, he thought happily about the previous night. "You should be exhausted, love," he chuckled. In celebration of her not going into the office during the weekend for the first time this year, they had decided to lay low in a hotel room from Friday night until Sunday morning. It was Saturday morning now, and he'd kept her busy all Friday night with a series of surprises that he'd been planning for months, waiting until they had a free moment together. The light coming through the window was stronger now, and he surveyed the damage from their... recreation. Smiling, he looked at the shackles still attached to the table legs, the condom wrappers tossed everywhere, the sex toys and lube sitting on the bed stand, the prep school girl costume she'd worn strewn across the floor. Returning his gaze to her, he drew the sheet she'd been clinging to down her curves. He counted 2, no 3 hickies that he'd left on her body. Her shiny hair was disheveled, but the short layers she had cut into it fell across her face attractively. He drew the strands back and looked at her face. Somehow the heavy eye makeup that she'd worn to complete the naughty school girl look hadn't smeared haphazardly across her face, as it would have on most women. Instead, it had smudged under her eyes provocatively. "How did you manage to do that," Joseph whispered. She tried to turn towards him, reaching for him in her sleep. He gently held her left shoulder down and waited for her to stop shifting so that he could continue to explore her body. Certainly, he'd spent the previous 12 hours doing just that, but he never seemed to tire of her. Sitting up on his elbow to get a better view of her body, he grazed her right nipple with his right hand and watched it harden. Again, her breathing quickened, but she did not wake. Pinching her left nipple gently, he took her right into his mouth. She gasped lightly and arched to back slightly, allowing him better access as he sucked on the rosy peak. Releasing her left nipple, he caressed soft flesh until he reached her smooth, shaved pussy. He traced the outer lips of her cunt around her clit without touching it. Reluctantly removing her right nipple from his mouth, he looked down just in time to see her shift her hips up, trying to increase the contact between his hand and her cunt. And all the while she slept. To test and see if anything he was doing was having an effect, he gingerly slipped a finger inside to test her wetness. She groaned and wiggled her hips, trying to draw him deeper inside her body. Her eyelids fluttered a bit now, but she did not waken. She softly moaned a protest when he withdrew his finger. It glistened in the full morning light. Her unconscious movements and her sounds of pleasure mingled with his fresh memories of the night before and he determined he could wait no longer. He rolled over her sleeping body and gradually positioned himself between her thighs, which, like his finger, glistened with her juices. Framing her head with his forearms, he entered her in one swift movement. Her eyes flew open and she awoke with a cry of pleasure. Wrapping her arms and legs around him, she began to move with him, meeting every thrust. "I thought it was a dream," she said in a voice made throaty by sleep and lust. Completely awake now, she moved one arm from around his back to pull his head down, meeting his lips in a passionate kiss. Breaking the kiss, they both panted in pleasure, allowing their passion to soar to new heights. Finally, their eyes locked, and they gasped each other's names as they came simultaneously. Collapsing back on the bed, they clung to each other as their orgasms subsided. Joseph finally felt as though he could sleep, and rolled to one side, curling around Gloria and holding her close. However, Gloria had been awakened, and was determined not to be the only one. Laughing she said, "Nuh-uh, Joseph. I'm returning the favor," and kissed her way down his body, grinning as she reached his cock and took it into her mouth. Joseph groaned in mock annoyance, and submitted to the idea that this was shaping up to be a very, very good day.