4 comments/ 156697 views/ 11 favorites Office Space By: Malice2 All I had to do was make it three more hours. My boss stands in front of us chanting "blah, blah, blah" at me and about twenty other co-workers, pointing a metal rod at some graph that makes absolutely no sense to me right now. This will be the third day I've had no sleep. I'm dizzy, starving, bored and beginning to hallucinate. The white walls begin to warp and twist into humanesque faces. My boss' height begins altering slightly. The boardroom seats start becoming carnivorous, noshing slowly on my butt cheeks. I giggle aloud for no reason, and it takes me a few moments to realize that my boss has ceased talking and now everyone is looking at me. "Mr. Yan, take a few minutes and get some coffee from the front desk, hum?" My boss states in a near-monotone voice, folding the rod up and placing it down on the large oak conference table. "Uh? Oh, sorry, Mr. Willard, I'm afraid I'm rather ill today." I wanted him to tell me to go home early, but with my boss, that was like asking the U.S. Government to give Saddam Hussein a tactical nuke for his birthday. "Hum. We'll take a five-minute smoke break, alright?" Mr. Willard escorts the dozen or so stuffed shirts out the door, then turns to give me one last look. "Mr. Yan, I expect you to be a little more alert when we resume this meeting. I suggest you get a cup of coffee in the meantime, hum?" I put my head down, feeling like I'm about to pass out from sheer exhaustion. "Yes, sir." He just nods at me and leaves, closing the door behind him. How did I get here? I started working for this stupid company about three months ago as a mailroom lackey. How I got promoted so quickly is beyond me. Sure, I was excited about it at the time, but the pressure they've been putting on me lately has been unreal. The thought of drinking another drop of coffee or popping another NoDoze makes me sick to my stomach, and yet those three more hours were staring me in the face and I felt as though I'd die before making it to the end of the day. I begin drifting off, barely hearing the door click open. "Damon, are you alright?" I can't look up to see who it is, but the voice seems vaguely familiar. "Damon, c'mon, wake up." Whoever he is, he's shaking me awake. If I had the strength, I'd stand up and sock him in the teeth. "Whaaaaat…?" I whine, glancing up to see Rowan Dansky, my immediate boss glaring at me with genuine concern in his washed-out blue eyes. Rowan and I are on a first-name basis. He is the only person I halfway trust in this backstabbing conglomerate of assholes, in fact, he was the one who originally got me this promotion. I've always thought him a little young to be heading a Computer Programming department, when in fact he's in his early 20's, mere months older than I, but he's a great boss and an even better human being. He's always gone out of his way to be nice to me. Still keeping his hand on my shoulder, he glances at the door and slides a palm over his gelled black hair. "What's wrong with you, man? You look terrible. Willard just came up to me and told me you were laughing in here for no reason." "I…need…sleep." I rub one of my bloodshot eyes and put my head back down, my shaggy black hair falling onto my wrinkled sleeves. "I don't know if I can send you home, Damon, the big wig will have a sperm whale. You know, any other day when he's not around, you know I would…" He stops and I hear him sigh as he walks around to the back of my chair, squeezing my shoulders comfortingly. "I'll see what I can do, but I make no promises. You know how he is." I lift my head just a little, putting a hand over one of his. "It's all I can ask…thank you." He pauses for a long moment and merely sighs, rubbing my shoulders slightly. "No problem, Damon. Just please, go get some coffee or something. C'mon, sit up. I'll go bring you back a cup." He rubs my shoulders harder when he sees I'm not responding. I can hear a smile in his tone. "Alright, up-see-daisy now. C'mon, work with me here." "Can't." I mumble. "Dying." He takes a long, deep breath and sighs, slipping his hands off my shoulders. "Alright…look, I can get into trouble for this, but I'm going to take you into my office and you can rest there. I'll just have Martin brief you on the rest of the meeting tomorrow or something. Okay?" I nod slightly. He grabs me from under my arms and helps me to my feet with a soft grunt. I wrap an arm around him as he helps me out the door and across the hall to his small office. The room was just big enough for an L-shaped desk, a chair and about ten metal filing cabinets stacked on top of each other almost as sloppily as the mountain of papers on his desk and computer. He sits me down in his swivel chair and clears a little area for me to put my head down. He then glances out his door several times nervously. "Alright, stay here. If anyone asks, you feel nauseous and feverish. I'll go talk to Willard." He flips off the light so only the soft glow of the hallway light illuminates the room and takes off. That's when I pass out cold. __ "Damon?" I hear Rowan's soft voice and feel a gentle nudge to lull me from slumber. "C'mon, Damon, I let you sleep for as long as I could. You have to go home now." I open my eyes, rubbing the cobwebs from them. The whole place was dark and I could only make out a slight silhouette of Rowan's lean frame standing over me. For the first time today, I discover just how well he fills out that cotton blue button-down shirt. "What…time is it?" I sit up, feeling worlds better than I had that afternoon. He smiles at me, and there's a kindness there that makes me smile back at him without even realizing it. "It's almost 9. They're going to lock up the parking lot, so we'd better leave soon. C'mon, I'll walk you downstairs." I stand up, stretching my arms and torso. "Why are you so good to me, Rowan?" "Because you're so cute and loveable." He snickers, putting an arm around me as he walks me to the elevator. I whip up the gayest voice I could muster to tease him back. "Oh, baby!" We both bust out laughing. I stop after a moment when I see him get his car keys out of his briefcase. "Shit! I forgot my bag! I'll be right back." I run off just as the elevator dings. He calls out after me to hurry up. I run over to my work station, which is basically just a few inches of desk with a big computer on it. I look for my bag but it isn't there. I think to myself that Rowan must've put it in his office so no one will go through my bag while I was asleep. Smart man. I quickly make my way over to his office and flip on the light so I don't have to go bumbling around in the dark looking for it. Low and behold, there it is, sitting right by the other side of his desk. As I bend down to retrieve it, I see a crumpled up piece of paper sticking out of the garbage with my name on it. Of course, I have to peek. //To Whom It May Concern: I would like to respectfully recommend an employee of mine for the opening on your Board of Directors. His name is Damon E. Yan and he's been working for this company for just over three months. In that time span he has been promoted from mailroom clerk to personally assisting me in managing the Computer Programming Department. He has the potential to fill the shoes of retiree Arnold Manning and in my opinion, he will bring the success of this company to new and higher levels. Thank you for your consideration. Sincerely, Rowan P. Dansky Senior Programmer\\ Holy crap! Talk about going out of your way for someone…this is unbelievable! I suddenly felt embarrassed, thinking that the Board of Directors will believe I had him write this recommendation for me. I smooth out the paper and stick it in my bag, flipping the light out and running back to the elevator. He's still waiting for me inside, pressing the Open button. "What took you so long?" He smiles as I rush into the elevator with him. "Sorry, I couldn't find it. I finally found it hidden in your office." I mentally debate on whether or not to confront him about the letter I found. "Yeah, I forgot to tell you, sorry." I wave it away like it's no big deal. "I'm glad you're feeling better. Oh- Martin took notes and he said he'd update you tomorrow, so try to get in a few minutes early. And get a good night's sleep tonight, for Pete's sake." "I'll try." I pause for a moment, turning my head away from him. "Rowan, I'm serious. Why are you always so nice to me? You're not like this with anyone else, are you?" I can feel his eyes on me, though my head is turned away. "I see potential in you, Damon. I just wish you were more ambitious, you know? You're always complaining that you're tired, you're hungry or you're sick. You do amazing work, but the truth is, you're just plain lazy." He smiles at me but his eyes display a bit of frustration, and he touches my arm gently, almost lovingly. "I mean…you just got promoted a month ago and you've already used up three days of sick leave. What's the matter with you, man?" The elevator announces our arrival into the parking lot with a loud ding. "I don't know; I'm just not cut out for this job. To be honest, I liked it better in the mailroom. Not as much pressure and a lot more sleep." "You can handle it, Damon, you just don't feel like it half the time. You gotta get your ass in gear if you wanna get anywhere in this world." He walks me all the way to my car. I barely look at him the entire way. "Don't lecture me, Rowan. I'm just not as much of a go-getter as you are. I'm content to be a blue-collar lackey. I just don't dig all this corporate garbage." He laughs, cutting me off. "Garbage?? Damon, this corporate 'garbage' will set you up for life! If you play your cards right, you could be pulling in a 6-figure income every year, have a house out in the Hamptons with a pool, a limo and send your girlfriend shopping 7 days a week and all your kids to ivy league schools!" "First of all, I don't have a girlfriend and I ain't EVER having kids…and second, I'd be all too willing to give up a rich, snooty life for something a little more down to Earth if it means I'll be happy." Rowan turns away dramatically for a moment then turns back to me. "I swear to God, I hate to see people waste potential because it's easier to sit on their ass!" "Listen, if I wanted to climb the ladder in this company, I'd want to feel like I did it on my own merits," I yank out the letter and shake it in his face. "NOT because my boss takes it upon himself to sign me up for jobs he KNOWS I'm not qualified for and that I'll never live up to!" I toss the paper to the muddy concrete floor and get into my car, slamming the door on him. He doesn't say a word, he just stands there like someone just threw an egg in his face. I give him a nasty, contemptful glare and peel out of the parking lot like a deranged maniac. That night, I get no sleep at all. At a quarter after 1, I finally get up and get some tea. Sipping it slowly, my eyes stray over toward the phone. I think that maybe I should call Rowan up and apologize for being a dick, if for no other reason than keeping him as a friend. I go into my bag and pull out the piece of paper he'd written his phone number on and set it by the phone. He'd given his number to me the day I got promoted. He said if I ever needed anything, even if it's just to talk, he'd be there. After two rings, he picks it up. "Hello?" He sounds wide awake. "Rowan, please don't hang up. I'm sorry." He sighs into the phone, but doesn't respond. "I was a complete asshole. I know you're only looking out for me and you didn't deserve the verbal beating I gave you. Could I maybe take you out for lunch tomorrow to make up for it? You choose where." "Can't do lunch tomorrow. Willard wants me to meet a few of his clients." "Then tell me what I could do to make this better. Please?" "I'm all booked up for the rest of this week." "Alright, alright. We'll work something out then. I hope I didn't wake you up." "No, I've been awake." "I'm sorry. Is it because of what I said?" He doesn't answer. "Please, please, Rowan, let me make this up to you." "Look…Damon." He pauses, as if gathering his thoughts. "You're right. I had no right pushing you the way I have been. Do things for yourself, at your own pace. I promise I won't get involved anymore. Okay?" I rake my hand through my hair in frustration. "No, I swear, I didn't mean any of that. I really do appreciate what you're trying to do for me." Just then, I hear something in the background, almost like a baby crying. "Rowan, is that your kid or something?" "Tootsie, my Chihuahua. She makes noises like a dying baby when I get noticeably upset." His tone is suddenly cold and rude. I sigh deeply, rubbing my face, trying to think of a way I can get back into this man's good graces. "Hey, Rowan, what are you doing…like right now?" "Right now? I dunno, watching TV on mute and talking to you. Why?" "Let's go out. Let me take you out for some coffee and a bite to eat." I hear him snicker in disbelief. "C'mon, we'll make it a night out. We'll get the food to go, take it to the boardwalk and hang out. You can even bring Tootsie." He chuckles. "Only if she can bite your ankles off, you jackass." I laugh in return. "Alright, I deserved that." __ This was a notion, Rowan in plain clothes. I had never seen him in anything but business attire, and here he is, sitting next to me on a deserted beach wearing a sweater and ripped jeans. I'm sitting next to him in basically the same thing and using my vinyl jacket as a beach towel. Since my jacket is so small, we're sitting as close to each other as we can get. It was closer than I've ever been to another man, and I'm rather enjoying it. I find myself glad he decided to leave the dog at home. All the gel has been washed out of his cropped short hair, and the wind makes it dance slightly with every subtle gust. "Oh my God, this is amazing!" Rowan squeals in delight with a mouth full of Beef Chow Fun. We're basically dipping our chopsticks into one large take-out portion, which we're sharing. "We have to get food from here again…this is…incredible!" "Mm. I told you…Chinese people know good Chinese restaurants. If you want to locate a good place to eat Chinese food, look for all the Asian people. It's a known fact." "I'll take that advice, thank you. Wait…is this where I say that if you want to find a place with good burgers, look for all the rednecks?" We both laugh our asses off. We also decided to pick up a few beers on the way to the boardwalk, and so far, I'm on my second and he picks up his forth bottle from its nesting place in the sand and drains the rest of it. "It's such a beautiful night, isn't it?" I smile, inhaling the salty air, closing my eyes. When I open them, he's looking at me with a slight smile. His blue eyes sparkle and his grin lengthens. He opens his mouth to say something, but all he can seem to do is smile at me. "What?" I grin back, somewhat nervously. "Yeah, it's beautiful." He giggles childishly. The soft moonlight dances in his eyes like a pair of wild flames. He glances down, still smiling. "I also think I've had a bit too much to drink." "The food should soak it up. C'mon, Rowan. You want to tell me something, I can feel it, now what's wrong?" I put my arm around him and he shrugs shyly. "I…" He snickers again, then looks up at me somewhat seriously. "Damon, tell me honestly, how do you feel about me?" He glares into my eyes again, his gaze darting from one to the other. "Feel about you? I don't know, you're probably the nicest guy I've ever met. You're funny, brilliant, ambitious and always there when I need you. What exactly are you looking for here?" His gaze becomes soft, almost…sad. He shuts his eyes tight and for a moment, I could swear he's about to cry. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry…" He shrugs my arm away and gets up, walking a few feet away with his back turned to me. "I'm a real idiot, I swear, I should have never done this." I immediately get up after him, running in front of him, grabbing him by both shoulders. "Rowan, what are you talking about? I thought we were having a good time." He gives me a pathetic, forced smile, his eyes flood with held-back tears. "Oh, grow up, Damon. You think I looked out for you out of the goodness of my heart? If there's one thing you're gonna have to learn from the business world, is that EVERYONE has an ulterior motive." He points into my chest dramatically, tears drip from his eyes and down his flushed cheeks. My face goes blank. "I never really cared about your potential. I wanted you to like me so I could get into your pants!" He bursts out sobbing at this, hugging himself tightly. "I wanted you the moment I saw you. I was so crazy about you I went and got you a job working directly under me." He watches me stand there looking at him vacantly. "Don't you get it? I had you promoted so I could be with you! I'm not 'nice', I used you and I'm so sorry, Damon." I turn my face away slightly, my hands sliding from his shoulders, drooping limply at my sides. "You…I mean…if you wanted me so bad, why haven't you ever hit on me? Or invited me to your place or something? Why wait until now?" "I don't know, Damon. Maybe because you're really sweet and innocent, and every moment I speak to you makes me feel like a perverted scuzzbucket? I don't know!" I look him in the eyes again, and see how much this is killing him. He looks like he wants the Earth Itself to open up and swallow him whole. I use my thumb to wipe one of his tear-streaked cheeks. I smile and gently touch his hips. He merely blinks at me, dumbfounded. "Did you ever think that maybe deep down, I knew what was going on? And maybe, just maybe…I wanted you too?" His expression softens noticeably at this. He reaches out with a hand and gingerly caresses my cheek. My eyes flutter closed at the contact, and I whisper to him almost inaudibly, "Go on, say it. Tell me." After a moment, he presses his cheek gently to mine, holding the other side of my face, wrapping the other arm around me. His lips lightly brush my ear and I feel his hot breath tease my sensitive flesh. "I need you, Damon. I need you so fucking bad and I think I'm falling in love with you and I've been scared to death you'd reject me and be disgusted with me and quit, and then I'd never see you again. I can't handle that, Damon, I'd have rather just shut up and be friends with you than be honest and risk losing you." He huffs a little, then sniffs loudly. "And now I've gone and spilt my guts and you're still here." He chuckles a little through his tears. "Yeah, I know. What the hell am I thinking?" I pull back a little and kiss his lips firmly. I don't know what comes over me. I've never kissed a guy before, but something about it just feels right. He kisses back gently, opening his mouth just a little, testing the waters. Matching his movements, I turn my head slightly to the side and nudge his lips open wider, teasing the tip of his tongue with my own. Within mere moments, our hands are roaming all over each other's bodies and we're French-kissing passionately. He lets a soft moan escape his lips in between kisses, and explores the soft, chilled flesh underneath my shirt with both hands, letting them roam smoothly over my back and waist. "Oh God, Damon…I need you so fucking bad." He moans out breathlessly, only breaking contact with my lips for a brief moment. His brows are knit with pleasure and his eyes are glossy with lust. His kisses move down my face to my neck, as his hands move up my body from underneath my shirt. Again, he tests the waters, not wanting to take things too far. In all honesty, right now he has nothing to worry about. He licks and sucks at my neck, and I grip onto him desperately. My whole body shudders in response, and goosebumps start popping up everywhere from him tantalizing my sensitive skin. Office Space I wrap an arm around his slim waist and pull his torso into mine, letting him feel how hard my cock has gotten from what he's doing to me. I grind my hips into his, making sure he feels the aching bulge in my jeans. "See what you're doing to me?" I grunt out, grabbing his ass and using that to help pull him into me instead. He merely chuckles a little and continues to ravage my over-stimulated neck. "Aww, fuck…" I groan out in pleasure, grab a fistful of his dark hair and force him to keep sucking. "That's it, keep going. God, you're making me crazy with that." My words encourage him to become bolder, and he wastes no time lifting my shirt over my head and removing his own, lying them down on the sand for us to have a wider place to sit. He eases me down into a sitting position and leans me back over his lap, supporting the back of my head with one arm, using the other to explore my bare chest and continuing to suck and nibble the places he was unable to get to before. When he gets to my nipple, my whole body jumps. I suck in through my teeth and grab the back of his head. He glances up just enough to see my face. "Whoa, are you okay??" "Ugh…I'm great, please, don't stop!" I moan loudly, pushing his head back onto my erect nipples. "That's fucking amazing, Rowan." He smiles and dips his head back down, this time nibbling on it, making me thrash and cry out loudly. I wrap both arms around his neck to help support myself. His free hand unzips my fly and explores eagerly under the waistband of my underwear, eventually finding my purple cock head with the very tips of his fingers. I groan out in ecstasy as he uses my watery precum to tease the bloated crown, making it slightly sensitive. I pull him down on top of me with both arms, then begin struggling with his zipper so I could have a cock of my own to stroke. In response, he yanks my pants and my underwear to my knees in one smooth motion, leaving my body exposed, vulnerable and slightly chilled. He straddles my thighs, sits up and looks down at my body greedily. He then wraps his warm fist around my throbbing dick and strokes it slightly using the foreskin. I open his fly and take his beautiful piece of cut meat into my trembling hands and admire it for a while, tracing my fingers over every accentuated vein, eventually rubbing my palm over the perfectly-shaped crown. He lets out a moan that sounds so gritty and sexy, it makes my cock jump in his grasp. I let my palm slide gracefully over the head once more, and he bites his lower lip, looking down at me with a hungry expression. "Don't tease me like that, it drives me nuts." I just smile in return and do it again. He uses one hand to pull my foreskin all the way back to the hilt, then spits in the other, using the wet hand to stroke me off. The sudden sensation of his expert handjob makes me gasp out and throw my head back, moaning at the top of my lungs. "Oh yeah, you like that? God, you're so fucking sexy." My head swims and his words seem to echo slightly. I'm just reeling from this overload of pleasure. He stops stroking me but keeps one hand holding my foreskin all the way back. I glance down and watch him climb down on me and slide my raging member into his warm, slick mouth. "Ohhhyessss!" I hiss out through clenched teeth, grabbing his head with both hands. I've had a few women go down on me before, but none with this much skill and passion. It feels so overwhelmingly sensitive, I think for a moment that I won't be able to take it, but all I want is more. I can feel my heart pounding in my throat and my nipples more erect than they've ever been. I don't know if it's the chill in the air or from what Rowan's doing to my overworked cock. I roll my small, dark nipples around with a thumb and forefinger, heightening the whole experience. "Huuhhgod…if you keep that up…I'm gonna cum!" I emphasize by moving his head into the strokes with a hand, bucking my hips so that I'm fucking his face. He reaches under with his free hand and gently rolls my balls around, inching a finger closer towards my ass. "Rowan, I'm serious…I'm really fucking close!" He merely moans against the hot flesh of my strained cock, glancing up at me with a grin in his eyes. I feel a stream of drool caress my balls and drip downwards, and he dips his wandering fingers into it. I shut my eyes tight, feeling myself reach the absolute brink of orgasm, and that amazing feeling is coupled by the sensation of his wet finger toying lightly with the outside of my asshole. For a few moments, I can't moan, I can't even breathe. My eyes roll back in my head and my whole body clenches and shudders as the most incredible orgasm I've ever felt thunders and lightings inside of me, washing over me body and soul. Just as I begin the release, he pushes his hot finger all the way into me as far as it would go. I grip his hair desperately, screaming out, straining my lungs as his mouth is flooded with white-hot streams of passion; one after another, after another. He withdraws his finger midway through and pushes it all the way back into me as I ride out the remainder of the orgasm, and finally, he pulls it out slowly as my raspy cries dull into heated gasping and panting. "Mmm…" Rowan remarks, lapping up what had managed to escape the sides of his mouth during my eruption from my stomach and thighs. Feeling completely spent and drained, all I could do was lie there and pant helplessly. "How do you feel?" He purrs lowly to me, massaging my inner thighs with his thumbs. I grunt softly, unable to come up with an appropriate enough word for what I had just experienced. "Ooh, look at you lying there all helpless, just begging for someone to come over and take advantage of your weakened state." He muses, climbing back on top of me, licking my lips sensually. He takes his still fully erect cock in his hands and begins masturbating slightly, biting his lip at me. "I need you, Damon." He moans in my ear, a hint of desperation in his voice. "Suck me, jerk me off, anything…just please…" I cut him off with a deep, passionate kiss. He wraps both arms around me tightly, pressing into me to emphasize his urgency. Feeling his heated, overly-aroused body this close to me is getting my spent cock erect again. "I've never been with a guy before, I don't know what to do." I blurt out stupidly. He grips my growing prick and strokes it to full hardness once more, smothering the remainder of my thick cum all over it. "Lay down." He grunts impatiently. When I do, he hovers over my cock, pointing it straight up over his ass. "Remember to be gentle." I grip the base and help him aim it right. "Oh, stroke me off, baby." He moans aloud when I begin working his meat with a clenched fist. He slowly sits on my cock and I groan out wildly as I feel it slide into his warm, welcoming ass. "Keep stroking it, that's it." He nestles into my lap for a few moments, trying to get comfortable. I continue to pump his pulsating member steadily, reveling in how good this feels. He withdraws about halfway, then sits down fully again. "Aw, fuck!" I cry out. "Ride it, Rowan, ride my prick!" He leans over me slightly and gets into a slow but steady rhythm. I grab him by the waist and guide his ass onto my dick. He hunches over and slams up and down on it more and more vigorously, and the harder he rides me, the harder I stroke him off. He wraps his fist around mine, slowing my strokes down and eventually pulling my hand off his cock entirely. "Just fuck me, Damon, please. Let me feel your thick cock impale my ass." I shut my eyes as he rides me fully now, pulling it almost all the way out and ramming it back in. I grab his hips with both hands, guiding them, squeezing them urgently. His hands rest on my shoulders, and he grips them tightly with each thrust. He throws his head back and moans loudly as he lets me violate him. Suddenly, one of his hands resumes working his own cock and I can feel his whole body begin to tense and pulse. "You gonna cum, baby? You gonna shoot your load all over my chest?" I groan through clenched teeth, feeling not that far off myself. His body thrashes and bucks wildly as I spear my cock deep into his hole. His brows knit and his mouth opens wide in a silent cry of pleasure. "Oh GOD, here I cum, all over you – OH GOD!" His prick swells and thick ribbons of pearled seed shoot wildly from his purple cock head. He shuts his eyes tight and screams out, his voice hoarse and guttural from the strain. The ring in his ass tightens completely around my still-thrusting dick, hitting it just right, bring me over the edge as well. I dig my nails into his sweaty ass cheeks as I pump my hot load deep inside his stomach with a heightened roar of my own. He collapses lifelessly on top of me and we're both left spent and utterly breathless. It takes us a while to finally get up, strip the rest of the way and wash off in the ocean, and it gives us both a chance to get the sand out from where it didn't belong. We talk for a bit about work, of all things, and we make a decision that it's best if no one found out about us. I would be promoted to Rowan's personal assistant, helping him in more ways than one, as long as we remain discreet. I wouldn't be expected to do much computer or technical work, which gave me less of a workload. In return, I promise him I'd be on time at work, every single day. My job description included everything from filing to answering phones, to getting coffee and even spending a few hours under his desk. Of course, he'd make sure I have a lot of work to finish at home too. All in all, I think this is the start of a beautiful friendship. Where things will go from here, I'm not sure, but I'm suddenly feeling a lot more ambitious about it. Office Space Lisa and I work together for a large company. We’re both in our late 20s and have a lot of similar interests. We became pretty good friends during the time spent working together and have gone to a few movies and hockey games together. Both of us are single and frequently flirt with each other. I always enjoyed the attention from her and often wondered if there was some seriousness to her playful come-ons. She is a very attractive woman, with a voluptuous figure. She has medium length, light brown hair, and a smile that lights up a room. I found myself very attracted to her right away, and I always hoped her flirtations would lead to something more. One night we were working late, as usual, and our flirting had taken us to a discussion on underwear and lingerie. Lisa admitted that she felt sexy underwear were essential to a woman’s wardrobe. I dared her to prove that to me. She only smiled and said, “Only if you’re really lucky, Greg.” Unfortunately, I didn’t have the courage to go any further with Lisa’s comment about luck. When I left for the evening, Lisa was still at her desk working. The next morning when I came in, I opened one of my desk drawers to get something. When I looked inside, I saw a pair of purple women’s panties. They were bikini cut and very sexy. I looked over at Lisa, but she gave no sign that she knew what was inside my desk. I decided not to ask her about them, but I wondered all day long how they got there. Lisa must have put them there, but she didn’t make any comment about them all day long. As usual, Lisa and I were working late. We were the last two left in the building when she turned to me and said, “I see you had some good luck today, Greg.” We both knew what she meant by that comment, and I could feel my face was blushing. We looked at each other and laughed a little. “Quite lucky indeed. I wonder how long this run of good luck will last.” “Maybe it will be a nice run,” replied Lisa. I turned to face her. Lisa had already turned her chair to face me. She leaned back and seductively uncrossed her legs like Sharon Stone in Basic Instinct. She was wearing thigh-high stockings. She also didn’t have any panties on underneath her skirt, and she gave me a long look at her pussy. She enjoyed giving me a show and watching me squirm. The feeling of nervous excitement came over me as my heart began beating faster. Lisa got up out of her chair and walked to me. She straddled my leg, putting her knee between my thighs like a stripper giving a lap dance. She wrapped her arms around my neck and gave me a gentle peck on my lips. “You always act so shy and innocent, but I think I really know what is going on in that naughty mind of yours.” she whispered in my ear. “I’d like to show you what I’ve been thinking about you.” Our lips met for a long, passionate kiss. Our tongues circling each other. It was the sweetest kiss I ever tasted. My hands roamed down her back to her ass, gently squeezing her butt. I unbuttoned and unzipped the back of her skirt. Lisa’s hands were rubbing my chest as we kissed. When I unzipped her skirt, she loosened my tie and unbuttoned my shirt. We were breathing hard and undressing each other as we sat in my chair. She tossed my shirt and tie onto the floor before she stood up to let her skirt fall to the floor. She pulled off her blouse and unhooked her bra to reveal her large breasts. Her clothes were in a pile on the floor in front of my chair. She looked gorgeous as she stood in front of me wearing only her thigh-high stockings and high-heeled shoes. I pulled off my pants as I sat in my chair. I was completely nude, revealing my growing cock as I sat in my chair in front of her. Lisa stepped back to me as I sat in my chair. She moved her thighs to straddle my hard cock and I could feel her furry patch brush against the tip. My cock jumped and I took a deep breath at that sensation. Lisa could tell I loved it and moved her hips up and down, teasing my hard cock with her pussy hair. I gripped the arms of the chair as I enjoyed the feeling of her soft pussy hair tickling up and down my hard cock. Lisa moved her hips to rub my cock with her clit and pussy lips. I gasped as her warm pussy lips touched my hard prick. They felt so hot on the tight skin of my dick. I could feel her pussy getting wet as her pussy lips slid up and down. She leaned forward and kissed me again. Lisa stepped off my lap to lie on her back on my desk, spreading her thighs to show me her glistening wet pussy. I had always wanted this. Fantasized about it. “Oh fuck me Greg!” I stood up between Lisa’s open thighs. With one thrust, the entire length of my cock easily slid into her hot wet pussy. Her pussy felt so warm around my cock as my balls met the lips of her pussy. She was running her hands over her hard nipples as I pumped in and out of her wet pussy. We were both breathing hard as I fucked in and out. She was incredibly wet, as her juices ran down her thigh onto my desk. Her hips were wildly bucking as she enjoyed the ride my hard cock was giving her. I didn’t take long before I could feel her pussy tighten around my hard cock. Her body began to shake as she wrapped her legs around my body, pulling me deeper inside her. “Ohh, Ohh, Fuck! Make me cum!” She cried out. Her body was shaking from the ecstasy of her orgasm when I could feel my cock getting hotter and hotter. I could feel my orgasm coming as I fucked faster. Pushing my cock all the way in, I could feel Lisa jump as my orgasm released deep inside her. I gasped as I shot stream after stream of cum into her pussy. We slumped back onto my chair, enjoying the warmth of each other’s bodies and the glow of the moment. We kissed deeply, knowing that our friendship had taken a turn to something new. Knowing that we were now more than just friends. Office Space Lucy was sitting at her desk, filling out a PT-47 form for Billing, but she couldn't shake the nervous feeling in the pit of her stomach. Jessica, the boss's secretary, had been staring at her oddly ever since lunch, always looking away when she saw Lucy look back. In light of the recent layoffs, Lucy felt decidedly unnerved. Henry, the head of the third floor marketing division, and Lucy's direct superior, was due to come back any minute from lunch. Lucy herself had just had lunch, and she knew that the company told administrators to fire people on Fridays, just after lunch, to minimize the possibility of an incident. Sure enough, the elevator doors opened with a 'ding' a few moments later, and Hank strode out. He walked into his office, stopping briefly to whisper something in Jessica's ear. Jessica pressed a button on her phone, and Lucy's blood ran cold as the dull twanging ring of the intercom emanated from her phone. Lucy calmly picked it up, and heart Jessica's sweet voice ring in her ear, "Do you have a few moments for Hank? He wants to speak with you in his office." Lucy's heart sank. She took a deep breath, stood up, and started walking to Henry's door. She knocked lightly, waited for him to say "Come in," before turning the knob. She walked in, and sat in the low-backed chair in front of his desk. He was standing, looking out his window at the gorgeous ocean view, one of the perks his seniority gave him. His jacket was on the back of his chair, and his white shirt and khaki pants clearly advertised his muscled chest, and wonderfully firm ass. If he weren't her boss, Lucy knew perfectly well she would ask him out, but that momentary diversion of her mind didn't detract from the meeting at hand. "Do you know why I asked you here, Lucy?" he queried, and turned to face her. He took a few steps towards her, walking around his desk. "I'm not entirely sure, sir, but I may have an idea," she tentatively began. He smiled, and continued walking towards her. Standing beside her chair, he continued speaking. "If you're not sure, then I'm afraid you don't know." Leaning down, he kissed her, full, on the lips. Lucy bolted up, her relatively long skirt rustling as she did. "Hank, that's not appropriate, especially consid—" Lucy found her objections abruptly cut off when Henry's hand covered her mouth. She had barely a moment to process this when, with a powerful shove, she felt herself trip over his slightly outstretched leg, and start to fall. His hands slowed her slightly, but it still stung as she fell to the ground. Before she knew what was happening, she felt fabric land on her back, and heard a zip. She tried to scream, but his hand muffled it to nothing. She heard the 'click' of an intercom opening, but ignored the sound as she struggled against his pin. Her mind was whirling in a thousand directions, when she heard the door open, and saw Jessica run in, opening the door barely enough to fit her slender body in. With a start, Lucy turned her head towards the secretary, her eyes pleading. Jessica kneeled down, and, to Lucy's surprise, helped Henry flip her on her back. Not realizing what was going on, she felt Henry kneel on her lower thighs, and Jessica's hands pin her shoulders down. Lucy thrashed futilly, as she felt something pinch down on her clit. She hadn't even noticed when it hardened, and she cursed her body for betraying her, arching her back as a shot of pleasure went up it. Only then did she notice that Jessica's pin gave her a clear view up her skirt—and that she wasn't wearing panties. The small pink line dripped down on her forehead, and Lucy realize that Jessica had to have been playing with herself... the odd stares now made sense, and everything fell into place. Then, as she felt something pushing inside her, everything fell apart again, as her mind disrupted, awash with newfound pleasure. Henry's head entered her, just slightly, the wide rim at its base holding her open, her labia wetly surrounding him. He pinched on her clit, again, harder this time, and started to roll it gently between his fingers. Lucy heard the sound of another zipper, and, abruptly, the dark shroud that was lowering towards her lifted, and she saw, clearly, Jessica's pink pussy, just a few centimeters over her face. Lucy tried to cry out, again, as Henry's hand removed itself from her mouth, but it was rapidly replaced by the wet kiss of Jessica's lower lips, smothering her cries. Lucy thrashed, as she felt her boss sinking deeper inside her... she felt his head stroke against her g-spot, and she moaned into the smothering wetness above her, involuntarily. She felt Jessica's hands slide under the collar of her shirt, under the bra, and begin to touch her nipples, and she felt herself respond to that, too, in an ecstatic way she desperately didn't wish to. She felt Jessica slide against her mouth, her clit stroking Lucy's chin, her wetness streaming down her face, and, for reasons she couldn't understand, Lucy reached up and grabbed her ass, pushing Jessica's wetness down on her. Lucy felt Hank's thighs slide off her, and she wrapped her legs around his waist, struggling to pull him deeper into her, but he easy resisted. He was sliding, slowly, wetly, inside her, inch by inch, and Lucy felt her breath quicken. She felt fires in her nipples and clit under the fingers that pleasured them. She felt a visceral joy as she suckled on Jessica's moisture. But all that paled compared to the sheer enjoyment of feeling Hank's long cock spreading and stretching her, feeling her pussy expand to accept his entreaties. For a moment, Lucy forgot how she had gotten into this situation... she cried out, against to be smothered by a beautiful pair of lips. She cried out again, softer... and again... and then she was silent, embracing her newfound lovers. Lucy gripped more tightly around Hank's waist, and took a hand off Jessica's ass to find the secretary's nub, still rubbing against her chin. Jessica moaned as she felt her own clit touched, and ground herself harder into Lucy's mouth. Her liquid was streaming down Lucy's face, and, as she started to lift and press herself against Lucy's face, she saw the boss lean forward, and suckle on her nipple. Lucy sucked hard on the other woman, licking and kissing her fringed lips, and her sopping hole. Hank kept sinking deeper, his entire shaft rubbing, inch by inch, against her spot, his fingers pinching and pulling and tugging her clit. As Jessica pinched down on her nipples, Lucy felt herself start to come. She gripped the other woman's clit hard, and, even as she did so, felt a rush of liquid pour down her cheeks. A long, low moan came from Jessica as she came, and she slid off of Lucy, slowly, wetly, as her own orgasm began to build. Hank pulled her up, embraced her, and, through the mirror behind him, she saw Jessica touching herself, watching Lucy fuck her boss. Finally, wonderfully, Lucy felt Hank's hair stroke her labia. With a painful ecstasy, she felt his entire length pulling her cave taut. She gribbed her legs hard on him, and rubbed her pelvis against him, struggling to bring the orgasm higher, but her eyes remained transfixed on Jessica's wet pussy, admiring her own handiwork. And Jessica saw her. Softly crying out, not so loud as for the thick office walls to stop it, Lucy felt the orgasm wash over her. He pussy clenched on the length inside it, she gripped down hard, and embraced the zenith of her pleasure. The rapturous feeling suffused her, and her breath left her, her vision momentarily blurring. She closed her eyes, and bit her lip, riding the orgasm down for a six hour eternity of thirty seconds. She only opened them when she felt something press up against her back. It took her a moment to realize what it was—Jessica's lovely round breasts, their pert nipples like pupils. Lucy felt a gently pressure on her ass, and, with shock, realized that the woman was wearing a strap-on. Jessica gently pressed the head of it into her, and bit her shoulder. Lucy almost came again as the shockwaves rumbled through her. Jessica slid her hands between Lucy and Hank, slowly sliding them to find the large round nub of Lucy's clit. She began to thrust, slowly, softly, the lubricated cock gliding with some difficulty in Lucy's tight ass. Hank reached around to grip Jessica's own ass, and used that anchor to pump himself in Lucy's chasm. Lucy moaned with pleasure , luxuriating in the touch of Jessica's hands, and in the glory of the double penetration—two long cocks entering her two holes. She reached to stroke Hank's balls, but quickly couldn't resist, and moved her hands to her own nipples. She would have been happy remaining there for eternity, pinching her nipples, while soft, womanly hands played with her clit, and while the deep penetration of her lovers touched her inner core. Her moans grew louder—she didn't care if they would start to pierce the thick walls of her boss's office anymore. She felt another orgasm gathering like an onrushing wave, as she pinched her pink nubs. Jessica tugged hard on her clit, and thrusted the clear dildo into her lover's ass. Hank ground himself into her, his long cock pulling her slickness around him, embracing his intrusion, her labia stroking at his pelvis. The wave started to break, and Lucy felt herself contracting around Hank, as if even her pussy were trying to hold him close, for stability. Jessica sensed her pleasure, and thrust in, the leather of the strap-on a cold touch against Lucy's ass, and Lucy felt herself slipping from consciousness, her mind blurring with the joy of coming. She felt her crotch soak, as the shattering orgasm overtook her, and she lay her head on Hank's shoulder, unable to do anything but ride the orgasm the couple gave her to whatever heights they brought it. She felt herself being lowered to the ground, and, as her mind cleared, the echoes of pleasure still roiling through her, she felt herself propped up against one of the large leather chairs that peppered the office. She touched her pussy, lightly, and it sent shivers through her. Her entire pelvis was soaked—it was only then that she realized that she had gushed, and her cheeks reddened. Jessica, the strap-on removed, bent over her, and gripped the armrests. Her pussy was inches from Lucy's face, and Lucy, getting her bearings, began to slowly lean forward, wanting to give Jessica the same pleasure she had just received from the beautiful woman. Just as she started to move, however, she saw Hank's cock thrust brutally into her. Lucy, her hands still on her own pussy, began to masturbate at the sight of his length, still soaked with her wetness, thrusting into Jessica. Lucy kissed Jessica's clit, standing out like a tiny bead of a soldier, and sucked in on it. She licked it inside her mouth, as she felt Hank's cock stroke her lower lip with each thrust. Lucy rode her fingers, and suckled on the nub, eagerly eating on the woman who had just helped her gush. She heard Jessica say, first softly, "Please," then repeat it, louder—"Please!" Lucy's eyes opened wide with a start, as she realized what that meant. With an audible sigh, Lucy knew that Hank was coming inside his secretary—and she was insanely jealous. He had fucked her to two orgasms, yet it was Jessica who'd reap the benefits? Lucy bit down on Jessica's clit, no hard enough to hurt, but enough to make herself known to the secretary, and pinched her own nub, hard, as her own fingers rubbed her spot. Hank's thrusts reached a fevered pitch, and Jessica cried out, yet again coming. Bucking her hips against Lucy's face, a stream of wetness blasted the sitting woman's forehead, as Jessica returned the gushing favor. Hank's pumping slowed, and he dragged himself out of Jessica, who stood up, proudly displaying her oozing pussy to Lucy, and she saw Hank draw a long, slender chain of beads out of the dripping woman's ass. Jessica pinched her own nipples, and grinned down at Lucy. "If you want to taste him," she began, "feel free." Lucy licked her lips at the thought. "But be warned—you only have until Hank is hard again... and watching us will speed that up. Jessica spread her legs slightly. "Enjoy." Office Space Same old dead end job. Same old scary and geeky co-workers. Same old stale coffee. I looked over the pile of papers on my desk and sighed with the weary resignation that life just plain sucked. Pulling open the drawer of my desk I tossed in my purse and pulled out a couple of bucks from my cash stash and headed toward the little café across the hall. I ordered my customary large diet soda and a sausage and egg breakfast burrito and headed back to the office with my breakfast. I slid down into my chair and vanished behind the high walls of my little hell, the last cubical on the left in the far back of the office. To say that I was in a rut was an understatement; life in general had just become the endless practice of repeating the exact same thing. There were no challenges in life anymore, no excitement, no thrill, no lust to live. Just make ends meat, pay bills, slug through another bought of paperwork to improve the companies' bottom line so the executives get a nice bonus. Ain't life grand? I suffered through my eight hours in hell and headed home. I contemplated just continuing to drive and not looking back but of course I had to go home; the cat would miss me. It was sad to think that the only two things in my life I really enjoyed and looked forward to were driving my car, a silver Honda Civic EX the first thing in my life I had paid for myself and took great pride in, and coming home to my obsessive compulsive cat, Max. Max was an odd duck. He was like a child more than a cat, he followed me everywhere, screamed when he couldn't find me, suffered mad fits of jealousy if I even looked at another cat, and was the one 'person' on this earth who truly loved me with no strings attached. Unconditional love really did only come from pets; Max was my proof of that. No matter how many dead end losers I wasted time with, Max still loved me. No matter what clothes I put on or what I weighted, Max still loved me. No matter if dinner was Kraft Mac and Cheese every night, Max still loved me. I pulled into my parking spot at around six o'clock. I picked up the mail on the way in and dropped it on the coffee table, more bills to pay. I stalked into the kitchen and grabbed a Diet Pepsi and crashed on the sofa. Max appeared on cue and took his place in my lap. I fell asleep watching CSI. ---------------- It was Friday! The mood in the office was always better on Fridays. It didn't really matter that most of us would spend our weekends doing laundry or watching re-runs, something about not having to dress up and go to work the next day made Fridays better. Or at least my Friday would have been better had I not seen my desk. A huge pile of crap sat in my chair, a pink post-it happily perched atop it. "Hi Betti! I need all these reports put into Excel format and sorted by date, also please make sure that the numbers total and that there aren't any accounts missing. I need this by Monday at ten! -Jan" "Son of a bitch!" I hissed. Leon poked his head over and winced as he caught sight of my workload. "You know she only does that cause you let her get away with it. All it'd take is her missing one deadline and she'd be out of here and you'd be free." "Pfft, yeah right Leon. She'd still have the advantage since she's banging the company President on the side, I'd get fired before she would." Leon shrugged and disappeared back into his cubical. Office politics sucked. Jan got to walk all over us 'grunts' because she had a killer figure and gave out blowjobs like they were lollipops. She was a six foot tall blond bitch and I hated her. I grabbed my stress ball and poked holes in it with my fingernails. This totally sucked! I was going to have to work late tonight and probably come in tomorrow to finish this shit! This is what having a good work ethic got people these days. I picked up the pile of papers and dropped it on my desk so I could sit down and boot up the computer. Jan was such a prima donna. She got away with everything, a cute giggle and a wiggle of her tush and men let her do whatever! I sighed and stared at the wall. I wasn't an ugly woman by any means, I was of average height, I wasn't super model thin but I wasn't really chubby either I was just curvy, I had plain brown eyes and light brown hair which was long and always in a ponytail. But since I wasn't a knockout I didn't get away with anything. I muttered and set to work on the stack, best to start at the beginning. I worked through lunch, opting to shovel down a Cup O' Noodles rather than leave for an hour and run errands as usual. I had made a small dent into the pile of accounts but there was no doubt I'd be working late tonight. I looked at the picture of Max on my wall and muttered my apologies to the cat. The hours rolled by and it seemed like the stack of papers was never going to get any smaller. I wondered at times if they were breeding and I just hadn't noticed yet. At five o'clock the mass exodus from the office commenced, I waved at Leon's goodbyes and settled myself in for a long night. The entire building emptied at five. Almost no one ever worked late in this building and when it was empty it felt like a tomb. I ignored the oppressive feeling of dread and continued down the pile of account invoices praying that I'd see freedom soon. At about seven o'clock I stopped and went into the kitchen to warm up a microwave dinner. It was time to face facts, I wasn't getting home before ten tonight. My pile of work was greatly diminished, almost gone, but I still had to run a report and make sure all the invoices were accounted for and that they were totaled and ready for Jan on Monday. The office building really was tomb-like tonight. I rubbed my hands over my arms and peered around the office. I didn't scare easily and I wasn't one of those hysterical fantasy types either but it just seemed too quiet. I stepped out of the kitchen with my dinner and nearly jumped out of my skin as a loud roaring began behind me. Startled I turned and immediately felt like a moron as I saw a cleaning man vacuuming the carpet. I smiled and darted back to my cubical where I couldn't help but look back over at the guy. He had to be new, I didn't recognize him and I vaguely recalled the old oriental man who had been working this building saying he was going to be retiring soon. The new janitor was a total dish! He was about six foot tall, broad shouldered, dark black hair, brown eyes, well muscled without being body builder gross, and his skin was light brownish, possibly of Latino descent. I grinned as I thought that he definitely filled out the coverall better than the old man had! Christ I dropped down in my chair quickly and felt a blush creep up on my cheeks; I really needed to get laid if I was thinking this way! God, how long had it been? I fiddled with a pen and lost count somewhere around nine months... I was so hopeless. I worked on running the report between bites of chicken with vegetables, watching the little hourglass turn as I finished off the less than appeasing dinner. Tossing the tray in the garbage can I went back to fiddling with my pen and listened to the sound of the vacuum running across the room. The computer continued to think so I got up and strolled across the office and back into the kitchen to get a Diet Pepsi from the fridge. I stepped out of the kitchen and bumped right into the janitor, sputtering as I spilled soda down the front of my blouse. "Oh Crap!" I exclaimed. "Pardon me, seňora" The janitor ducked his head and stepped out of my way. "No, excuse me; I should have been paying more attention." I smiled and looked at the name patch on his jacket. His name was Manuel. I turned back into the kitchen and wetted a towel in the sink to blot the brown spots on my white blouse hoping that they'd come out in the wash. I turned around to see Manuel standing in the door watching me, and I felt my face warm again with a blush. I chided myself again for being a nit whit. I slipped through the door feeling my thigh brush against his leg as I exited. I returned to my cubicle and groaned putting my head down on the desk. What on earth was wrong with me? I was acting like a stupid school girl with a crush. Uggh I needed to get out and get a life. Sighing I stared at the computer screen, watching the hour glass turn end over end as the computer churned and ground out the report. Bleh, never fast enough. I closed my eyes for a minute to contemplate life... ---------------- I felt the hand on my shoulder gently shaking me and muttered something vile. Why on earth would anyone being bothering me just when I was starting to enjoy being asleep. I muttered another oath and slowly opened my eyes, finding myself peering into the dark chocolaty brown eyes of Manuel. "Seňora, you fell asleep." Manuel looked down at me. "Mmm hmmm." I yawned and stretched languidly. "You work too hard." He nodded at the computer. "You should go home to your husband and get to bed." "Home?" I puzzled for a minute then smiled. "I'm not married, only the cat is waiting for me." "Ahh, well best not to keep el gato waiting." He smiled. He had a kind smile, I decided. I looked at the computer then shook my head and stood up from my chair. I needed sleep, and some time alone. I turned and was smack tight against Manuel's chest where he stood in my cubicle. I hesitated, my mouth opened to ask him to step out of the way but my words caught in my throat and I just stood there staring at his face. I needed to move, needed to go, go down to the car and go home. But I just stood there, stood there looking at him with my life on pause. I could feel my nipples hardening against the still damp fabric of my bra and the white blouse I was wearing which was also still damp. I never quite figured out why exactly I decided to kiss him, but sometimes spur of the moment impulses are the best ones. Manuel tasted like heaven, his lips parted under mine and he allowed me to enter his mouth with my tongue. He didn't resist the bold advance I had made and I felt his hands slide down my sides to rest on the swell of my hips. My butt bumped up against the desk behind me and I sat back on it pulling Manuel between my knees. My fingers worked the zipper of his coveralls down to his groin and I pulled it off his arms letting it drop to his feet leaving him in just a t-shirt and his shorts. Every inch of him was a work honed image of perfection, sleekly muscled and darkly tanned. Manuel slid my skirt up my legs and bunched it at my hips as he stepped back between my knees and pressed me back onto the desk. His weight was an erotic turn on and the heat of his skin caused me to arch my back to rub against his chest. He kissed me and I felt his tongue slide into my mouth and play along the contours of my mouth as he unbuttoned my damp blouse and pushed it off my shoulders. I heard his t-shirt tearing even before I realized that it was my own fisted hands that wear ripping it off of his chest, letting it hang open in the inches that separated our bodies. He grinned bracing himself on one hand on the desk and tore the fabric of my bra letting the two cups fall uselessly to either side of my torso. I let out an excited gasp and twisted my fingers in his hair as he covered one of my puckered nipples with his mouth dragging his tongue and teeth lightly over the hardened nub. I flexed and pushed off of the desk to rub the dampening fabric of my panties against the front of his shorts, caressing the hard bulge of his cock. He nipped at my nipple causing my body to jerk at the jolt of pain that heightened the erotic pleasure then trailed his mouth down the valley between my breasts and continued down my stomach. I whimpered as I felt his fingers hook on the waistband of my panties and drag them down as he traveled down with his lips, sliding the scrap of fabric down my legs till it dropped on the floor. I briefly contemplated the last time any partner had preformed oral sex on me, realizing that it had happened perhaps once in my lifetime, before all thought fled my brain the second I felt Manuel's warm tongue drag over the throbbing nub of my clitoris. I cried out and thrashed, dimly aware that my office supplies had just been flung across the cubicle and not caring one bit, as my hips lifted to his mouth in a wanton fashion. He placed one hand on my lower abdomen and held me down as he dragged his tongue in a slow exploration of every inch of the folds of my sex giving extra attention to the swollen throbbing pebble of my clit. I was going to die, every exquisite second of torture was driving me closure to madness and he was the devil in disguise. Manuel used the fingers of the hand not holding me down to probe the wet opening between my legs, he slipped two fingers inside of the tight hole and stroked in and out as he lapped my clit with his tongue. Holy Jesus! I felt like I was coming apart at the seams, I'd had an orgasm before but not one like this. I was afraid I was going to have a heart attack as I felt my body convulse into a shuddering boneless form lost in the pleasure of my own release. He stayed between my legs, licking and stroking his fingers inside me until every last shudder of pleasure had faded. I felt him step away and muttered something incoherent, shifting slightly on the desk. I felt his weight cover me again and moaned without opening my eyes as I felt the hard hot thrust of his engorged cock slide up along the inside of my thigh and brush against the wet folds of my sex. He kissed me and I could taste myself on his lips and tongue, he palmed my breast and plucked my nipple bringing me back to the present from my orgasm fog. I wrapped my arms around his body and clung to him kissing him back with a fevered excitement; his hands slipped under my ass and tugged me to the edge of the desk. He thrust into me hard and I felt like fainting, he was hot and thick inside of me. He pulled slowly back till he was nearly out of me then angled down and thrust back in, rubbing the length of his cock along my still throbbing clit sending a double shot of pleasure up my spine. I moaned against his neck and bit his skin, he tasted salty on my tongue and I licked the place that I had just bitten to get a better taste. Manuel thrust hard into me again and I felt his balls slap against my ass as he plunged in to the hilt. He roughly palmed my breasts and crushed my mouth under his again sliding his tongue into my mouth. He pulled himself out of me and flipped me over on the desk, setting my knees on the edge of the desk and pulling my feet open as he thrust in from behind. I arched my back and cried out as it felt like he was going to split me in half, the pressure and fullness made me feel weak. I braced on the balls of my hands and pushed back against him as he thrust in and out of me from behind, my breasts swayed like heavy fruits and the material of my skirt swayed against the front of my legs and over my ass. Manuel thrust into me harder and faster, pushing upward into me over and over, he stroked my sides and ran his hands over my ass, playing with the pucker of my asshole to cause me to clench my muscles reflexively. I felt tight and aching, feeling my insides tense again in the preparation for a release, his cock was thrusting into me at a rapid pace bringing me closer to the edge. I yelped and arched my back like a cat as I felt myself begin to cum, the convulsions even more intense around the thick cock buried inside me. I heard a colorful Spanish oath and felt Manuel spasm inside me, a hot rush of cum spurting into me as he orgasmed inside me. His hands held tightly to my waist as we both rode out the final waves of release. I groaned and slid down on the desk. I could definitely get to liking working late. ---------------- Monday morning dawned bright and cheerful. I smiled as I got ready for work and cheerfully greeted everyone on my way in. I picked up the pile of paperwork I had left on my desk Friday night and walked back toward the managers offices. Jan was in with Catherine. Catherine was one of the corporate owners of the company who visited from time to time to check on financials. I smiled and stepped in. "Excuse me, I don't mean to interrupt." I smiled. "Jan I wanted to let you know that although I worked all day Friday and stayed until ten o'clock that night I didn't manage to get your financial report done. I got a bit of food poisoning and couldn't stay another two hours to finalize the report but I've e-mailed you what I got done since you needed it by ten this morning. I'll leave these original invoices on your desk." I smiled and turned and quickly stepped from the office. I heard Catherine begin to speak behind me as I left. "Jan, what the hell are you doing having another person running YOUR financial reports! You should be doing that yourself, if you're not capable of doing your own reports perhaps we should re-evaluate your position here." Oh, life was good. Office Space Sally placed one high heel against the wall and pushed. The chair rolled across the floor, the casters rumbling faintly. She spun around and braced her other foot on the far wall as she neared it and pushed again. This time the push was not so hard. She bumped over the carpet behind her desk and came to a stop just about exactly where she wanted to be. The fifty year old woman sighed heavily. She was bored. There really wasn't much to do here at the office, which is why she generally avoided being here much. But right now this was her place. Her partner and long-time girlfriend MaryAnn had gone to Washington for a conference on the new SEC regulations. Sally would have loved to have gone too, but this week they had promised several new customers and two old ones a tour of their new suite of offices as well as sit-down conferences. Since MaryAnn couldn't be here, Sally would have to be. After all, MaryAnn had pointed out, those people were who were paying for all this. Sally sighed again. It wasn't that she didn't LIKE the customers who were scheduled to be here over the next few days. She had signed just about all of them up. She enjoyed people, she enjoyed making money for them and for she and MaryAnn too. But in between conferences and tours she just didn't have a thing to do. They really had trained their staff too well. A couple times a day the new intern they had just hired from the local business college brought papers for her to look over and sign. She swiveled in the chair and tucked her legs under the desk. She leafed through the stack of papers in her "Out" box, finding nothing that she hadn't read and reread several times. She peeked at the "In" box. Still as empty as it had been five minutes earlier. She had already wandered through the office suite twice. Repeating that again would accomplish little except bug the people that worked so hard. She checked her date book and the clock sitting on one corner of the desk. Still 30 minutes until the next meeting. Sally had hung her jacket up when she had first come into the office. That left her in her matching skirt, gray with a faint pinstripe that went with her blouse. Earlier she had pulled out one of the upper desk drawers and cushioned it with a throw pillow from the couch and had sat back in the reclining chair. She propped her legs in their dark gray heels and light gray stockings on the edge of the drawer. She lifted one leg and examined it critically. Ankle still trim, calf shapely, thigh smooth and showing the results of a near daily regimen at the gym. She lowered that leg and examined the other. Still pretty darned good, if she did say so herself. She lifted her feet from the pillow and stood up. She walked to the office door and peeked out. She could see down the hallway, past open doors to Beth, the receptionist and jack-of-all-trades who kept the place running. Often Sally had called from the field needing anything from an phone number of another company's Financial Officer to someone to put the blast on the car rental company who's trusty steed had left her stranded in the middle of Iowa. Beth always took care of whatever the crisis was and in no time at all. Sally closed the door. She started back towards her desk, then stopped. Well, there WAS one way she could pass a little time. MaryAnn had been gone for a couple of days and Sally was feeling the effects. Sometimes she thought that she really was over-sexed. Oh well, of she was, she was, and it could be a lot worse. Her sex drive could be at the other end of the scale and that would be too terrible for words. She turned back to the door to lock it. A naughty little grin crossed her face. Nothing like the possibility of getting caught to add some extra spice to things. She left the door unlocked. Quickly walking back to her desk, she slipped off her heels and lifted her skirt. She caught her skimpy lace panties and pushed them down. Stepping out of them, she snatched them up and carefully tucked them under the pillow still resting in the open desk drawer. She rose on her toes, spun around and giggled. This was why she always put her panties on after she donned her garter belt and stockings. The still trim brunette sat in her chair and once more propped her feet on the pillow. She crossed one leg over the other and rubbed the bottom of her nylon covered foot up and down the other leg. She stretched and then ran her hands up and down her sides before bringing them back up over her tummy to her breasts. Leaning back further in the chair, she unbuttoned the top two buttons of her blouse and slid one hand inside it. She pressed the fine lace of her bra against her nipple. That felt good. She gently pinched the hard nubbin, using the black material to scratch lightly across the sensitive flesh. "Oh yes," the older woman murmured. It felt good. Good enough that she unfastened another button and opened her blouse enough so that her free hand could join in the fun. Both sets of fingers were busy now. They squeezed, they rolled, they pinched the increasingly hard pink nubbins. Sally rasped the lace harder and harder, making her entire body squirm. She always had enjoyed balancing herself on the edge between pleasure and a bit of pain. The lace hurt slightly as she drug it over her skin, but it only made her hotter. She wished that MaryAnn would walk into her office right now, snatch her up and bend her over the desk to do whatever her lover wanted. Since MaryAnn was on the other side of the country, Sally supposed she would have to do everything herself. She grinned. That was okay too. She lifted her hips, reached down and hiked her skirt up around her waist. The white skin of her thighs, still firm and smooth, showed above the flowered tops of her stockings. So did the neatly trimmed patch of brown curls between her legs. Sally really hated wearing panties. She ran her fingertips along the tops of her stockings. One finger touched a garter strap. The older woman lifted it and let in snap against her skin. Ouch! That was good. She pushed her legs wide apart and touched herself. She was already wet. To toy or not to toy? Sally grinned. Maybe both. She swung her legs down. Leaning forward she opened the bottom drawer and rummaged under some papers. Removing a slender silver tube she touched a switch on the base, hoping the batteries in the vibrator weren't dead. A cheerful "Buzz" rewarded her. Returning to her previous position Sally ran the vibrator's tip over her breasts. She pressed it firmly against each nipple in turn, still keeping the lace material pinned against her nubbins. She traced the edges of the bra cups and then slid the silver bullet between her breasts. Switching it off, she lifted it to her lips. She grinned, remembering the old joke about a blonde chipping her teeth trying to give a blow job to a vibrator. Sally had given a lot of blow jobs in her life, some to real cocks and some to latex ones but had never chipped any teeth doing it. She closed her lips on the metallic tube and began to pump it back and forth in her mouth. Then she plucked it free, reached down and touched herself between her legs as she flicked the switch back on. Oh my that WAS nice. She closed her eyes and moved the pulsating tip over her pussy. She pressed it where the hood still concealed her clit, then slid it between her lips, dipping inside of her. She held it there, savoring the feel of the vibrations running through her body. She pushed deeper, her hips rocking slightly. Not too much now, she grinned to herself. Set things up properly MaryAnn always said and the results will follow. Opening her eyes, she scooted the chair just a bit closer to the desk. Her legs balanced on the top drawer lifted her ass slightly from the smooth leather. She slid the tip of the vibe from her pussy along her perineum until the busy buzzing toy touched her dark opening. She wiggled the base until it lodged in a slight fold of the chair. Cautiously she relaxed her leg muscles. The wet tip pressed against her anal ring which opened just enough to allow the very tip to lodge in her ass. My, oh, my. What a couple of little batteries will do. Sally shivered as the cluster of nerves around her opening responded to the stimulation. She leaned back. The tip slid just a little farther into her. The woman closed her eyes and her hands returned to her breasts. Now she was even rougher. She squeezed her breasts hard and began to pinch the hard tips, pulling them and stretching her breasts. She jerked them and slid the tiniest bit more onto the humming dildo. Her right hand dropped between her legs. She cupped her pussy and curled first one, then a second finger between her labia and into her wetness. She pressed the heel of her hand against her no longer concealed clit. Her fingers squelched inside of her as she spread them. Just as Sally was reaching the point of no return, a gentle rap on the still closed door startled her. Accompanied by "Ms Sally, I have some correspondence for you to sign", the petite older woman pulled her legs off the desk and sat up, her hands darting to re-button her blouse and pull her chair into the desk opening so her uplifted skirt couldn't be seen. What she forgot in her haste was that when she sat back up so abruptly the little vibrator with its tip in her ass had nowhere to go but up. And up it went, burying itself, still humming, up her ass. Barely did Sally manage to change a scream of mingled surprise, pain and pleasure into a strangled "Come Innnnn". "Sorry to bother you Ms. Sally," apologized Carl, the college intern who was working at the office this summer before his senior year. MaryAnn had already confided in Sally her intention to offer him a full-time position when he graduated. Normally Sally enjoyed the young man's company. He was sharp and well grounded and was going to be a great asset. Indeed, he and Beth had already overhauled the company's web-site and improved it one hundred percent. But today her mind was on the silver tube impaling her ass and vibrating away to beat the band. She made a desperate attempt to pay attention to what Carl was explaining to her. She nodded at the proper points, she managed to pick up her pen and sign documents. But she could have signed her own execution order right then as her mind was focused on the need to NOT start screaming with an orgasm in front of the young man. The vibrator buried in her ass was driving her completely up the wall. Squirming didn't help, except to draw some puzzled looks from the young man in front of her. She crossed her legs at the ankles under the desk and squeezed her thighs together. Sally's head swam. She started repeating to herself "Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh FUCK." over and over as though she could fix on her inner voice and still the upcoming explosion. Finally she signed and agreed to everything in the thankfully small stack of papers. Managing to nod with a smile when Carl worriedly asked her if everything was all right, she watched him leave, closing the door behind him. The instant the door touched the jam, Sally shot out of her chair and danced around the room grasping at the little base that stuck out of her ass. Once, twice, three times she tried and failed to pull it from her. She bumped into the coat rack, grabbing her jacket in a failed attempt to stay upright and tumbled onto the couch. "Oh fuck it," the woman moaned. Her skirt still hiked up, she pulled open her blouse and attacked herself. Her left hand took her nipple and almost twisted it from her breast. Her right hand dove between her legs as she dropped one foot to the floor and flung the other one over the top of the couch. There was no time for subtlety. She rubbed her clit so hard for a second she thought she was going to catch it on fire. Then SHE was on fire as a series of multiple orgasms took her. She barely had time to release her breast and stuff her jacket in her mouth to muffle the amount of yelling she tried to do. Sally always was extremely vocal when she was coming. Finally the waves passed and she collapsed limply on the couch. Grunting with the effort, she reached back and slid the now feebly buzzing vibrator from her ass. She switched it off and dropped it to the floor. An arm flung over her eyes shielded her from the light and she relaxed, drifting off peacefully. Just as she was about to fall asleep her intercom squawked. "Sally? Its Beth. Your three o'clock appointment is here. Shall I send them back?" Sally groaned, levering herself to her feet. "Give me two minutes please Beth." Hastily she straightened her clothing. She hung her jacket up, slipped her feet back into her heels and checked herself in the mirror. She ran her fingers through her hair and decided that would have to do. Pressing the lever she asked Beth to send the clients back. As she prepared to greet them her gaze swept the room. She scrambled to pick up the vibe from the floor and hurriedly stuffed it into the open top drawer. She snatched up the pillow and tossed it on the couch as she bumped the drawer closed with one hip. She crossed to the door and opened it just in time to greet the very nice older couple she had met previously at an investment seminar. As she escorted them to the couch, cool air under her skirt touched the soaking wet curls of her pussy and reminded her she hadn't put her panties back on. Sally tried to remember just where she had left them. She shrugged. It wasn't the first pair she had lost, although she couldn't remember doing it single-handedly before. Refreshed and invigorated, Sally the Investment Counselor sat down with the couple, spread out the contents of their file on the coffee table she had barely missed colliding with during her antics and began to talk to the duo about their retirement plans. Damn. Her ass was STILL quivering. (The End)