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Working Overtime

By: Elizabeth Fields



It was 4 p.m. and the office was shutting down for the day. Stephanie Thompkins was at her desk looking through the stack of correspondence that must be taken care of in the morning, when the phone rang. It was him. "Be in my office in five minutes," she said and hung up the phone. The thought of having the building's electrician she had been flirting with in her office set her heart racing. Five minutes...enough time to go to the bathroom, freshen up, and give her desk the appearance of organization.

Two assistants were killing time in the bathroom when she got there. Their faces blushed red as they quietly picked up their purses and left to go back to their desks. "Got ya," she thought with a grin spreading across her face, "It's nice to be the boss." Stephanie peed quickly and washed her hands. She took a little more time putting her hair back into place as she looked to see if her makeup needed to be refreshed. After deciding that the makeup would do, she sprayed a little bit of perfume into the air to let the fragrance mist over her as she walked out of the room.

Her desk was the big problem, though - it would take hours to make it look organized. A couple stacks of paper were thrown together as she glanced at the clock her mentor had given her when she left her last job to start her own business- 4:04, it read. Her heart began to beat faster and her palms became damp with sweat. Enough time to hang up the raincoat she had thrown into a heap on the sofa and dispose of the Chinese take-out that she had forced herself to eat while she worked on the latest proposal for the company's number one customer. Lucky for her, the window blinds were already drawn.

Stephanie sat down at her desk and took a deep breath. 4:05. "I made it!" she thought with a grin as the elevator across from her office opened. It was him. The muscular body of the electrician began picking its way through the main office towards her when one of the secretaries tapped on her doorframe. "Yes, Linda?" she asked with disappointment edging her voice.

"Could you sign this requisition for me, Ms. Thompkins? It needs to go out with the 4:15 courier." Stephanie took the purchase order out of Linda's hand as the electrician entered the room and nodded a brief hello; she placed her signature at the bottom. "Thank you, Ms. Thompkins," Linda said as she accepted the signed paper and turned to go. "Hi Rick," mumbled the secretary as she left the office, not noticing the glare she was receiving from Stephanie.

"Hey," was the soft reply. Rick was the dream of every woman in the office, and a few of the men. He stood just less than six feet tall and had the rippling muscles of a man who liked to lift weights to keep physically fit. His blue eyes shown under short, slightly wavy brown hair the color of chocolate. And everyone who noticed imagined how his large, strong hands would feel caressing their bodies. His voice could melt even the coldest heart, turning it into a pool of warmth.

Rick looked at Stephanie, and with a smile asked, "Where is the unit I need to check?"

"Right above the door," she answered, pointing to a spot above his head. She could barely pull her gaze away from his as she picked up the phone ringing on her desk. "Yes, this is Ms. Thompkins. What can I help you with?"

Rick nodded, mentioned something about a ladder and left the room. Stephanie knew he was going to the supply closet located on the other side of the office. She jotted down notes pertaining to the phone conversation she was having, not really paying attention to the man on the other end. All she could think about were the eyes of nearly every other person who worked for her watching the Adonis of a man walking through the workspace.

"I think we can handle the situation for you. Thank you, Mr. Marshall," she said before hanging up the phone. At that moment, Rick returned carrying a small stepladder.

"Did you miss me?" he asked while setting up the ladder. Stephanie stared at him coldly for a couple of seconds, wondering what the secretaries sitting outside her door were thinking.

Then she smiled and licked her dry lips as she saw him bend down to pick up the pencil he had dropped. "What an ass," she thought as her eyes languished over his body.

Rick started up the ladder. "Where exactly is the unit, Ms. Thompkins?"

"Actually, I think you might need to close the door in order to get close enough," Stephanie answered as she moved out from behind her desk.

She pushed the door shut as Rick adjusted the ladder. Stephanie steadied it as Rick climbed the two steps he needed in order to be level with the top of the door. "It's right up there," she whispered as she pointed to a blank space of ceiling, her arm lightly brushing against his upper thigh.

She could not tear her eyes away from the growing bulge encased in his tight jeans as she heard a sharp intake of breath. He swallowed and could hardly speak. "There?" was all that could come out of Rick's mouth for the moment. She hoped more sounds would be coming out of those soft lips soon.

"Yes," Stephanie whispered as her hands slowly met at Rick's waistband. She quickly unbuckled the black leather belt and undid the top button of his jeans. She put her face to the front of his crouch and began moving her lips over his ever-increasing bulge.

"Uh.... Ms. Thompkins? Would you like me to get off the ladder?" Rick asked, unable to get his breath.

"No...if you need to, rest your hands on my shoulders. And Rick, call me Stephanie," she said with a touch of authority.

Stephanie looked up at Rick and smiled as her fingers began unbuttoning the remainder of his fly. He closed his eyes slowly as she pushed them lower on his hips. Stephanie's smile broadened when she noticed Rick was not wearing any underwear; a moan escaping from both of their lips as she lifted his stiffening manhood from the fabric encasing it.

Gently, she caressed his hardening cock with her hands. Stephanie glanced up at Rick's relaxed, yet excited, face as if to ask his permission about what she would do next. His eyes were closed and his lips slightly parted as she brushed her lips over the head of his penis. She could feel him moan from deep within his chest.

"Take off your T-shirt," she said briefly. Rick did as Stephanie commanded, dropping the T-shirt to the floor. He then placed his hands on her shoulders and began to lightly knead the muscles.

Slowly, Stephanie took Rick's cock into her mouth, running her tongue down its shaft. "Oh, that feels so good," she barely heard Rick say as she started to move his hard cock back and forth past her lips. She cupped her hands on the tight ass she had noticed earlier and felt him begin to move in time to how she worked her mouth over his member.

Rick placed a hand on the back of Stephanie's head, leaving the other on her shoulder. "Oh, God...," he moaned as he started pumping faster. "Let me suck you...please." The plea was half spoken, half moaned.

Stephanie slowly withdrew Rick's penis from her mouth, but didn't let him go just yet. Still cupping his ass, she flicked her tongue over the swelling head of his hard shaft and felt it jump as he groaned loudly.

Stephanie let go of Rick and moved to the sofa. He gingerly stepped down from the ladder and crossed the room in two quick steps. "Are your assistants still working?" he asked softly as he shrugged out of his jeans. His cock was ramrod straight.

"Yes," Stephanie answered. "They leave at 4:30. It's 4:20; we have to try to keep quiet for another 15 minutes, just to be sure everyone has left." She unbuttoned her blouse to show Rick her swelling breasts through the silk camisole she wore. "Suck me...now!"

Rick bent towards her breasts as Stephanie took off her blouse. Rick lifted the camisole over her head and licked the skin between her breasts before taking a nipple into his mouth. As his lips and tongue scorched her flesh, Stephanie shivered with delight. Rick began to tease her nipple with his teeth; a soft cry escaped from her lips.

As he continued to suck Stephanie's nipples, Rick slowly traced the fingertips of his right hand down her side. He gently lifted Stephanie's skirt and parted her thighs, moving his hand towards her damp mound. When Rick began caressing her swollen folds, Stephanie let out a gasping "yes."

Heat filled her eyes when Rick looked into Stephanie's face. He started kissing his way down her torso, lingering in each spot for a few seconds as if trying to leave his mark. Hesitating briefly at her mound, Rick brought his fingers to his mouth, wet with her juices. He gazed at Stephanie long enough to see her eyes widen and her lips form an "o" of pleasure as he sucked his own fingers.

After having that small taste of her, Rick knew he had to have more. He eased her thighs further apart and rested his hands on her hips. He could see Stephanie's juicy cunt begging for his tongue to enter as she draped her legs over his shoulders and hugged his head closer to her. "God, you are so wet," he whispered, loud enough for her to hear, as he moved even closer to her cunt.

He began rolling his tongue over her pussy lips, exploring the folds of her body. Rick slid his tongue deeper through the folds of her cunt until he found her clit, pulsing wildly. Deftly, he placed Stephanie's clit between his lips and started to suck and tug at it while still licking her pussy.

Stephanie arched her back and started rocking her hips as Rick continued to suck and lick her, his face beginning to drip with her juices. As Stephanie's breathing became gasps of pleasure, Rick drove his tongue deep into her cunt.

She let out an audible gasp. At the same time, she grabbed and pushed Rick's head deeper into her as she continued to thrust her cunt into his face. Her moaning was steadily becoming louder and more intense as pleasure rolled over every inch of her body.

Rick was moving his face and tongue wildly over her pussy lips when Stephanie tightened her legs around his shoulders. "Oh, God. Don't stop," she almost screamed; luckily the clock on Stephanie's desk read 4:35 and everyone had left for the day. Well, almost everyone - Linda was standing just outside the boss' door listening intently, fingering herself and almost as wet as her boss.

Rick began moving his tongue faster and faster, in and out of Stephanie's pussy, moving her closer to the peak of orgasm. She grabbed his head and pushed him harder into her cunt as she started to pump his face with more force. "Oh, God! Oh, God! Yes! Yes!" she screamed as she orgasm peaked and came in Rick's mouth.

He stayed with his face in her pussy, tongue slowly sliding up and down her cunt as her breathing steadied. "You taste wonderful, Stephanie," he said softly as he pulled himself into a kneeling position in order to look at her face. There was a lazy smile on her lips as she motioned for him to come closer for a kiss.

As Stephanie and Rick kissed, they her a stifled moan coming from the other side of the closed door. Stephanie grabbed her blouse and sprang to open the door just as Linda brought her hand out of her pants. "Uh, Ms. Thompkins. I didn't know there was anyone else here," Linda exclaimed guiltily.

"You were wrong. Get into this office, Linda," Stephanie demanded. There was not much Linda could do but comply.

"Yes, Ma'am," Linda answered meekly, not looking at Rick, who was sprawled out on the sofa stoking himself.

"Would you like to join us?" Stephanie asked, a wicked grin on her face. Linda glanced back and forth at Rick and Stephanie, a startled look on her face. "Take off your slacks and sit on the sofa."

As soon as Linda had sat on the sofa, Stephanie was on her knees in front of her. "Such a bad employee, listening in on a private consultation. And so wet," Stephanie purred, stroking Linda's thighs. Stephanie could feel Linda's leg muscles tighten beneath her hands.

Stephanie, who had always prided herself for being liberal, began to massage Linda's pussy with her fingers. "That's a good girl. You can relax now. That's it...just let yourself go," Stephanie whispered as she lowered her face so her tongue could brush over Linda's clit.

Rick moved to a kneeling position too, next to Linda. His cock was stiff and throbbing as he brought it close to her mouth. As it came closer to her lips, Linda opened her mouth to take it in. Soon, his penis was disappearing into Linda's mouth as he grabbed her head and started pumping.

In just moments, all three were moaning. Rick looked over at Stephanie to see her head bobbing up and down in Linda's lap and her ass in the air. He looked down at Linda sucking his throbbing cock faster and faster. And he knew he had to start fucking one of the two beautiful women in the room, so he disengaged himself from Linda's wonderful mouth and got to his feet.

Rick quickly moved behind Stephanie and said to her, "Don't stop." He got down on his knees and put one hand on her hip as he guided himself to her still swollen pussy. He heard her moan as he slid his hard, throbbing cock into her tight cunt and began to slowly thrust in and out. "Your tight cunt feels so wonderful," he groaned.

Stephanie's ass started rocking back and forth forcing Rick further inside her as she continued to lick and suck Linda's clit. Linda, feeling the rhythm of Stephanie and Rick's fucking, started moving her hip with the same motion. In seconds, she was taking fistfuls of Stephanie's hair as she screamed out in pleasure.

When Linda's screaming had stopped, Stephanie looked up to see Linda closing her eyes in satisfaction. "Now I can focus on this huge cock fucking me!" Stephanie thought, rocking towards Rick's abdomen with more force. She felt Rick's hands tighten on her hips as he slammed his cock into her pussy, forcing her to exhale quickly. She could hear the slap-slap of their bodies joining together, then coming apart, again and again.

"Come on, baby. Take all of me," came Rick's voice, low and throaty. "Let me fuck you hard!"

"Yes, harder. Fuck me, Rick!" Stephanie cried out through quick breaths.

Rick started pounding Stephanie faster and harder, feeling as if he would burst. "Oh, yeah!" he moaned repeatedly as he came closer to cumming. He pulled out of her hot, tight cunt just before he could shoot his load.

As soon as Stephanie felt herself release Rick's cock, she spun around to face his hand sliding furiously up and down his hard, throbbing member. "Cum in my face, you bastard!" she yelled. He placed his free hand on her shoulder roughly as his cock started to jump.

"Oh, God. Yes!" Rick groaned loudly as he started to shoot his load at Stephanie. Cum was spurting out of his cock - in her hair and mouth, on her face, even on Linda who was still relaxing on the sofa behind her. He let out a sigh as he stroked his cock one last time to let the last drop of cum fall on Stephanie's tongue.

Feeling spent, Rick dropped down to his knees in front of Stephanie, who was leaning back into Linda's lap. Linda was caressing Stephanie's hair as Rick laid his head between Stephanie's breasts.

"Too bad we can't get paid for overtime like this," Stephanie joked to them both as she put her hands on Rick's head. "We will have another meeting like this tomorrow at 4:20. Make sure you are here on time."

"Yes, Ma'am," answered Rick and Linda in unison. Stephanie closed her eyes and smiled contentedly.

Working Overtime



Copyright (C) 2003-Flurazepam

Finally, the words "project saved" flashed across the computer screen.

Sydney sighed. She switched the monitor off and rubbed her neck, craning her head back to release some of the tension that had built there throughout the evening. She didn't particularly enjoy her job, but working overnight at the office without any company or distraction was hell.

She carefully pulled the ribbon out that held her long, dark tresses in a functional ponytail, shaking the thick locks out in a fan across the back of her white blouse. Sydney was exceptionally pretty; her creamy skin was accented by her naturally ruby lips and her deep brown eyes. Her figure was just as alluring, with her large, full breasts straining the thin white fabric of her blouse, her flaring hips and shapely ass cutting a nice shape through the short khaki skirt, and her long, muscular legs caressed in white stockings.

She stood and stretched. She rubbed her hands up and down her trim waist, thinking that 23 was too young for a woman to start feeling so tired. As she walked over to the door to gather up her purse, a slight draft made her grin unexpectedly. Twenty-three was definitely young enough to come to work with no bra or panties on, she thought.

Sydney locked the door of the office on the eleventh floor, and walked across the well-lit hallway to the elevators, debating whether she should head straight home or drive her 'Vette around for a bit and let the boys ogle her. Shaking her head slightly, she pressed the button beside the double doors and waited.

The doors opened, but the elevator wasn't empty.

A huge man seemed to fill the entire back of the elevator. Sydney thought he must be at least six and a half feet tall. He was dressed in blue jeans and a t-shirt, which fit his form and made his wide, muscular physique stand out. As her gaze traveled to his face, she saw that his blue eyes were cold above his trimmed beard. She immediately lowered her eyes and stepped inside, pressing the lobby button, and made the decision not to eye the man anymore. She didn't think that anyone else would be in the building at this hour.

Right when the display showed that the elevator had reached the sixth floor, the man behind her stepped forward and pressed the emergency stop button.

Sydney managed to turn around about halfway before he grabbed both her wrists in one of his huge hands and pressed them against the wall above her head. Her generous breasts pushed against her blouse as the man pushed her body against the wall of the elevator. She closed her eyes and whimpered.

Sydney felt the man's other hand slide up her hip and waist, pausing briefly to squeeze a breast before caressing her face roughly. She felt his heavy, warm breath on her neck. She felt the strength he possessed through the grip on her wrists. She felt the sheer size of him from the shadow that covered her. She heard his deep, rough voice.

"You look good enough to eat, you sexy little bitch. I might have to make you my own."

Sydney gasped as his hand grasped the top of her blouse and pulled downward suddenly. Buttons flew as the blouse ripped. Her exposed nipples were painfully hard as her big tits swayed in the open air. She stifled a cry and opened her eyes to look at him. His grin was knowing, but it didn't touch his eyes. His eyes were ice-blue and purposeful. The tendons in his arm stood out in stark relief as he kept her hands pinned above her. Sydney thought that he could break her in half, if he wanted to.

He pressed his weight against her. His head dropped down to nuzzle at her neck. His t-shirt rubbed her breasts as he licked and bit at her skin. She felt him against her stomach, through his jeans. His cock was rock hard; it felt as if it were going to rip his jeans open. Underneath her skirt...above the lacy tops of her stockings...her pussy was dripping wet. She cried out in fear, she cried out in desire. He grabbed her throat and squeezed once.

"You keep quiet, or I...will...end...you. Do you understand?"

Under her long lashes, her brown eyes gazed fearfully up at him as she nodded.

"Good. Just let me give you what you need."

He roughly yanked her around and pressed her hands to the wall of the elevator. Releasing her hands, his palms slid down her arms and across her breasts. He rubbed them and pinched the nipples, alternatively caressing and then using force. Sydney could feel his cock again, this time pressed against her ass. She tried to dig her long, red fingernails into the metal wall of the elevator as her breathing got rough from his hands on her.

She could almost feel his smile. "You like this, don't you? I knew you were just a whore when I laid eyes on you."

His hands moved from her breasts, down her waist, her hips, her thighs...and they traveled back up again, pushing her skirt up. It caught on the curve of her buttocks and he angrily shoved it up, exposing her ass and pussy to him. His feet moved between her own and he nudged them apart. He roughly ran a finger long her opening, feeling the hard little clit and her swollen and wet lips. Sydney cocked her hips up to allow him more access to her cunt; she was bucking slightly at his touch and her breathing came out raspy and harsh. The man began to unzip his jeans.

Sydney started to turn her head, but like a flash the man grabbed a fistful of her lovely hair and tugged viciously. "You keep your fucking eyes pasted to that wall, sweetheart, or I'll break your fucking neck." Tears slowly traced their way down her cheeks as she tried to nod.

He freed his cock from his jeans and took her waist with his powerful grip. Sydney could feel the heat from his huge cock as he guided it to her pussy. Half of her wanted to scream out, "no," and half of her wanted to scream out "please," but she didn't have time to do anything before he roughly slid his cock inside her.

He caught his breath as he tried to push himself all the way in her tight, wet pussy. Sydney bit her bottom lip and pushed back out against the man as his hips started to pump behind her. She cried out almost in spite of herself as her ass slapped against his hard stomach. He pistoned his cock inside her. She thought she might die from the pleasure or the pain of his big, hard dick slamming in her hot, drenched cunt...over and over, as if he couldn't get deep enough, as if he couldn't fuck her hard enough. She came like a firecracker....once, twice, three times...a deep flush spread from her neck down to her tits as they flew back and forth from the force of his manic thrusting. She screamed when his hands tightened on her hips...the orgasm was rolling back through her; she came again and thought she might die from overload or that he might crack her hipbones as he put all of his weight into his straining efforts.

His right hand hooked around her waist to rub at her clit as he grunted and shot his jism into her sore, throbbing pussy. Two of her fingernails cracked against the cold wall as he thrust again, hard, his breath hoarse and echoing in the small space.

He yanked her head back and kissed her neck as she caught her breath, the magnitude of her orgasm making her almost too lightheaded to stand. "You gave it to me very sweetly, you little slut. I might fuck you in your tight little tramp ass next time." She felt him pull his jeans up. He shoved her negligently into a corner of the elevator as he pressed the button to open the door. He stepped out and put his hand in the doorway. The man stared at her, his muscular chest still hitching, sweat dripping off his taut arms and his brow. His gaze was just as hard as when she first saw him.

"I'll see you soon, bitch. When you think about me, rub your clit real hard, just like I did. Think about my cock deep, deep in that fine little pussy."

He turned and walked off.

Sydney sniffed a little and slowly picked herself up off the floor. Straightening her torn clothes up the best she could, she shuffled over to the buttons of the elevator and pressed lobby.



Working Overtime



I spent the majority of my day distracted from my work in a state of constant arousal and it was entirely your fault. On top of that, I'm now stuck here working overtime. 

I don't know if it was because I was exceptionally horny or what, but everything about you today made me want to cum. Every time you walked by, I couldn't stop staring at your boots and thinking they screamed "Fuck Me!" When I walked by your desk and you were kneeling beneath it, I could not decide which was a sexier fantasy: taking you from behind or standing in front of you with your lips wrapped around my dick. I was practically crazy from lust. I spent most of the day gently massaging myself through my pants between phone calls and assignments. Every time someone walked by, I had to quickly move my hand away so I wouldn't get caught. Every time you walked by, I had to pull my hand away so that I would not leave a huge cum stain on the front of my pants. 

Finally, the day was over and the last person came in to let me know they were leaving. I waited to hear the outside door close and practically ripped my pants open to relieve my pent-up cravings. I still had a couple of hours of work. I would never be able to concentrate if I did not take care of myself.

Leaning back in my chair, I got comfortable and began gently stroking myself. I was thinking back to you on your knees beneath your desk. I imagined you gently sliding your lips up and down on my dick. Slowly, my hand imitated your imaginary head bobbing. My fingers gently caressed my shaft, sliding up and down, then my fingers circled around the edge of the head. The sensations raced throughout my entire pelvis, my balls swelled and I squeezed the muscles of my ass. My hips slid back and forth in my chair as I pretended I was pumping in and out of your luscious mouth. I could feel the precum oozing from the tip down onto my fingers, lubricating me further and making the sensations even greater.

I was getting close, so I stood up behind my desk, leaned my head back, closed my eyes and pumped myself toward the orgasm that had been building all day. I could feel myself twitch in my hand and my balls tighten. I was about to spew a massive load of cum onto my desk, as I imagined it to be your face.

Suddenly, I'm yanked from my fantasy. I hear someone calling my name to see if I am still here. Before I can get my hand off of my dick, let alone put it away, you are standing in the doorway. You are in mid-sentence, saying something about forgetting your cell phone, when you stop dead in your tracks. Your mouth drops open as you stare openly at my engorged cock pointing directly at you with my fingers wrapped around it. We both share an extremely awkward moment of silence, unsure of who should say what first. The next few moments seem like an eternity. My mind races with thoughts of being fired for indecent exposure. How am I going to explain this to the HR director? Hell, how am I going to explain this to you?

My mouth starts to open, but I can't find the words that should come; my brain is paralyzed. I stammer for something to say - anything - but there is nothing. As I stand there, I realize my hand is still on my dick and it remains rock hard. I am confused by my own reaction; it seems I'm actually turned on by this turn of events. At that very moment, I should be begging your forgiveness. Instead, I am aroused beyond belief. You finally break the awkward silence and apologize for barging in unannounced. 

Realizing you are not reading me the riot act snaps my brain out of its paralysis and suddenly, I cannot stop my mouth from running. I am inexplicably telling you how I spent the entire day wound up with hormones and how your boots got me going even more and then you were on your knees under your desk and... Instead of accepting your apology, or better yet, offering one, I am spouting off about what led to this situation. When I'm done, I again find myself out of things to say and in an awkward silence. Still, my erection points directly at you. 

This time, instead of breaking the silence, you silently walk toward me. Reaching out, you remove my hand. I stare at you in amazement; unable to react, unable to figure out what the hell is going on. As I stand dumbfounded, you look directly into my eyes.

In a sultry tone I've never heard you use before, you say, "I've always said I'd help you any way I can." 

Without another word, you slip to your knees and firmly grasp my dick with one hand.

Your tongue reaches out and begins to lick the nearly purple head. Slowly, your tongue encircles the edge of my head as your hand firmly grasps the base. My breath is again ragged and I twitch against the touch of your tongue. Using your hand to point my cock into the air, you begin to tongue and suck on my balls. The warmth of your mouth is incredible. You suck one and then the other into your mouth, swirling your tongue around them as though tasting a fine wine. Your tongue glides up my dick, wagging back and forth, as you hit every sensitive nerve on the underside. My legs feel weak. Your tongue flicks over the very tip, your mouth opens and your hand returns to the base.

Suddenly, your mouth covers my entire dick and your lips meet your hand. I let out an audible sigh. As you work your lips up and down, your hand follows your lips, stroking while you suck. Between the all-day teasing by my imagination and hand, and your cock sucking ability, it's not long before I can feel cum welling inside of my balls. A few more strokes of your hand and lips will be enough to set me off. I'm there. Long strands of thick cum launch deep into your mouth, yet you keep sucking. Each time I spew another load of cum, you swallow and continue sucking. The sensations ripping through my body are almost excruciating. 

As cum drains from me, I can feel the post-orgasm glow wash over me. You are still sucking, as if the massive amount of fluid you made me produce was not enough. Looking down, I let you know how incredible that felt. Instead of stopping and accepting my thanks, you continue to suck and stroke with your hands. Amazingly, I am already getting hard again. Looking up at me, you give me a naughty little smile and continue stimulating me. Your swirling tongue and the tightening grip of your hand continue to make me harder and harder. Suddenly, you release my cock from your mouth and stand.

Before I can utter a word, you turn away and lean over my desk. You pull your skirt over your hips, look over your shoulder and demand, "Fuck me. Fuck me hard." 

Acknowledging your intense need and realizing why you continued sucking me, I aim the head of my rejuvenated dick at your panty-clad pussy. Feeling the dampness that has seeped through the thin material, I pull your panties aside. I can smell the scent of your arousal filling the room. I reveal your swollen and distended pussy lips spread to reveal your throbbing clit. 

Again, you look over your shoulder and groan, "My cunt is so hot. Seeing you stroke your dick got my fires going." 

With my head at the very entrance to your cunt, you suddenly push back, impaling yourself. As I reach bottom, you let out a deep groan. Looking forward, you grind your hips against mine. Your body insists that I fuck you and fuck you hard. You grasp the edge of the desk; I clutch your hips. Sliding back slowly, I feel your lips clinging to my retreating dick, not wanting to let go. As my head is about to pop out of your dripping pussy, I reverse direction and thrust all the way into you, pinning your hips against the desk. You let out a groan and gyrate against me. Again, I pull back until I am almost out of you; then, I thrust into you, holding myself deep inside. I feel the walls of your pussy squeezing me, begging me not to leave them empty. Our rhythm begins to build; your grunting is almost animal-like. 

Between grunts you blurt out several obscene commands. "Fuck me hard!" "Make my cunt throb!" "Yes, drive it home!" 

Each filthy command makes me swell and fill your pussy even more. With each thrust, I feel my balls swing and slap against your exposed clit. Items begin to fall from the desk as we continue to slam against it.

As I ram into you and your breathing becomes ragged, your words turn into indecipherable groans. I feel your pussy gripping me. Every vein visibly throbs on my engorged shaft. We both feel them as my cock stretches your pussy. You reach down and rub your clit. You moan and I reach back with one hand to slap your ass. Smack! Your moans increase. Whack! Another slap brings forth a red mark on your ass cheek. As my hand lands a third time, you scream in orgasm. I can feel you spraying your cum out of your pussy onto my balls and the floor. For several moments, you shake and convulse in the throes of orgasm. I stay buried deep inside of you, feeling all the joys of your orgasm as it shudders through you. 

When you have caught your breath, you suddenly thrust your ass back against me and pull forward causing me to slide out of you.

You turn around and have a strange smirk on your face. "That was one of the better fucks I've had lately, but I believe we have some unfinished business."

Again, your tone is one I've not heard before now; you are completely in control.

"You mentioned how hot my boots got you. Well, I want to see it."

With that said, you drop down into my chair and throw your boots up on my desk.

Leaning back with your feet up, I can see your swollen red pussy gaping wide and I cannot turn my eyes away.

"I want to see you come on my boots. Now, start stroking it and aim well. If you don't hit my boots, I might have to report you for harassment."

Seeing that I don't have much choice, I take my dick in my hand and begin stroking.

"Faster! I want to see some cum flying out of that dick of yours!"

Your commands get me even hotter and I can feel cum building and pressing forward.

"That's it, Baby. Show me what I want!"

My mind races as I consider my circumstances and my hand becomes a blur; my eyes dart between your swollen pussy and your boots, the very object that lead to my current situation. As I breathe deeply, I can smell the mixture of our cum and sweat permeate the office. After a few more strokes, the first string of cum explodes. I aim at your boots and look to you for approval. As strand after strand drapes across your boots, you simply smile back at me. As the last cum drips from my softening dick, I sense the rising tension of another awkward moment. Our lust has been satisfied and I must again deal with reality.

Again, you are the one to break the silence. "Well, it looks like we both got what we wanted. I'll see you tomorrow. Oh, by the way, I have quite a collection of boots; maybe I'll wear another pair tomorrow."

Devilishly grinning, you stand up, smooth your clothes, turn and walk towards the door.

"Hey, don't forget about your cell phone," I say, almost as an afterthought.

You stop, turn to me and chuckle, "My cell phone is in my car. I saw you pull your hand from your dick a few times today and figured it might be worth a shot to come back and surprise you. Guess I was right. See you tomorrow."



Working Overtime



My senior year in high school finally came to a glorious end with graduation. I can say with all honesty that myself, along my friend Benny the Beaner left behind a legend. One, which to this day, no male student has have yet lived up to. You see, The Beaner and I boinked two middle-aged female faculty members through out our senior year. The best some of our classmates were able to do was to bunny hump a couple of perky cheerleaders in the boys' shower room. Compared to what the Beaner and I accomplished they were merely nothing more than rank amateurs.

The sexual tryst during my senior year happened with a certain Mrs. Huxley, my math teacher. Unfortunately it ended with her nervous breakdown several weeks before I was to graduate. Though I knew her inevitable crack-up would happen someday, still I wasn't quite prepared for it. You see every time Huxley and I would have wild unadulterated sex she would develop a massive guilt trip and then only to be followed by uncontrollable sobbing afterward. 

I wasn't a witness to the Huxley flip-out, as it is now called, but several of my fellow geeks told me of what happened. Mrs. Huxley was teaching her third period math class when suddenly for no apparent reason she stopped talking. For several seconds she just stood there, eyes glazed over and staring at her class. Then, without saying a word, she went to her desk and took out a huge flesh colored dildo from the top drawer. The fake phallic had a suction device attached to the bottom so she was able to affix it at the center of the desktop. While hiking up her skirt in front of the class, she peeled down the white cotton full cut panties she always likened to wear. Holding the panties in her hand Huxley began to twirl them above her head and began screaming like a wild cowgirl. She then let them loose to go flying smack dab into the middle of her now shocked students. The panties landed onto the face of Fat Willie Nurdlinger. (I swear to you his actual last name is Nurdlinger.) Now Fat Willie is probably the most disgusting obese adolescent human I have ever had the displeasure of knowing. I can only compare his girth to "Jabba the Hut" of "Star Wars" fame and for him to have any female's panties land on him is a stroke of pure luck, an event, which would not take place again in his lifetime. So it was with great relish that Fat Willie removed the womanly prize from his face and sniffed them. 

What happened next makes me to this very day wish I were there. Huxley hopped on to the desk and with her skirt still hiked up, squatted down on the fake dick and promptly proceeded to insert it into her hot slimy pussy. Her swollen labia enveloped the dildo as she rode it up and down. She squeezed and kneaded her titties as she masturbated. One of the witnesses swore he saw her cunt juices flow and form a small puddle at the base of the adhered dildo.

By then some of the male class members were cheering Mrs. Huxley on while others, both male and female, rushed out in total shock. Huxley continued with her masturbating show by fingering her swollen clitoris in a mad sexual frenzy while yelling obscenities at her small audience of male students.

I was told Fat Willie waddled up to Huxley and tried to lick her pussy. She immediately swatted him away like an annoying fly. 

The whole incident ended with three female teachers and two paramedics prying Huxley off the plastic dick and strapping her down on to a stretcher. My friends said she threw her hips up and down screaming for someone to fuck her as they took her away in an ambulance. She was immediately rushed to Saint Ignatius Psychiatric Center.

Fat Willie, by the way, grabbed Huxley's dildo and took it as a trophy. I understand he still sleeps with the thing and masturbates while smelling it. I can relate to that.

As for Mrs. Huxley, she did well at the psychiatric center, but they never did let her near the kosher dill pickles. I think they were Clausen's.

Beaner ended his affair with Mrs. Connelly, his earth science teacher, with far less complications. She simply moved away. That's not say the Beaner wasn't affected by her moving. According to my little round friend, Mrs. Connelly was a genuine screaming, raging, fifty-one year old blonde nymphomaniac. To an eighteen-year-old pervert like himself, a woman such as her is a rare find.

I confessed to Beaner that earlier in the school year I witnessed the little sex act on the desk between he and Mrs. Connelly. Beaner gave a little chuckle and said he had seen Huxley and me going at it. As matter of fact it turned out Mrs. Connelly also watched Huxley and I bumping uglies while she masturbated out in the hall. It was how Beaner got into Connelly's pants in the first place.

The day I first banged Mrs. Huxley, Beaner saw my truck still in the school parking lot and wondered where I could be. Going back inside to look for me he stumbled upon Mrs. Connelly peeking through the door to Mrs. Huxley's classroom. Of course being curious by nature, (yeah right) he went over to investigate. He told me Connelly stood there watching Huxley and me fucking our brains out while she had her hand inside her slacks furiously fingering with her pussy. It struck Beaner then he just might have a good chance to score a piece of old teacher ass. So, as he told it, he just went behind the masturbating teacher, reached up under her blouse, and grabbed a handful of saggy middle-aged booby. Slowly he rubbed his crotch against the crack of Connelly's ass.

The next thing Beaner knew he was in Connelly's classroom watching her peel out of her full cut granny panties letting her oversized ass plop out and then spreading her meaty used cunt lips. Beaner buried his face in her blonde muff so fast she fell back against her oak desk with her little legs flailing about.

Now, I'm going to be brutally honest here, watching Mrs. Elizabeth Connelly getting undressed is nothing I would want to describe. First of all the woman is short, about five foot three. Second, she's a little on the chubby side. Not fat mind you, but chubby, sort of like the Pillsbury Dough Boy with tits. Believe me I couldn't get hard over her if you stuck a gun to my head and threaten to shoot. In fact, I may even beg you to. But for some ungodly reason she got Beaner hot and bothered. It might have been the silver dollar sized, bubble gum pink aureoles. Then again it could have possibly been the thick curly patch of blonde pubic hair, which surrounded her constantly wet and ready pussy. But I'm very sure what did it was the pinky finger sized elongated clitoris that poked out of her blonde bush that got Beaner humming. 

Beaner's tongue action on Connelly's clit put her into hip thrashing orgasms, as he would flick it quickly back and forth. Connelly's stretch marked potbelly quivered as the Beaner did his tongue thing. Or so he said. I really didn't want the visual.

He truly loved how wet she got and how his cock felt as it slid in and out of her matured womanhood. My fat little friend would get extremely turned on by the steady stream of obscenities Connelly screamed out when she orgasmed.

If one believed Beaner, Mrs. Connelly and he performed every sex act imaginable, including some they made up, in every place imaginable. He confessed to fucking her in the back of a Wal-Mart during the day and a supermarket parking lot at night. Once they got it on in a choir loft at the local Presbyterian Church, but not before he explored her anal desires in a confessional at a local Catholic Church. At least Beaner did not discriminate with denominations. He said he sexed her pussy, her ass, her mouth, between her titties, and he even tried to stick it in her ear once. The only thing he didn't do was light her farts. Which he so desperately wanted to do. Needless to say, Benny the Beaner had issues. 

Then Connelly's husband went and spoiled it all by taking a vice president's position in California for his employer. After Mrs. Connelly moved away Benny the Beaner went into a deep depression. It lasted for a whole day. 

With high school behind us now our thoughts turned quickly to full time summer jobs. We were eighteen and knew full well that independence meant working and earning money.

My mom knew a lady who worked for a temporary agency and she promised to put a good word in for us. Soon Beaner and I would be working in the file room for a large corporation. Deb Schultz headed Document Control, as the company called it, and she was the type who let you knew she was large and in charge. Beaner and I had to call her Mrs. Schultz. Heaven forbid if we should slip and call her Deb.

Deb Schultz was a lanky woman in her mid-forties with short red hair, which she kept combed back. The thin black horn rimmed glasses she wore gave her the look of a very stern librarian and also did a good job of hiding a very pretty pair of green eyes. I couldn't really tell what her legs looked like because she always wore slacks. But at least her slacks were form fitting. I could tell from them she had a nice well-shaped ass. She didn't have panty lines either so that told me she had a fondness for thong underwear. As for her tits all I could say is that she had a set. I didn't know what shape they were in because she wore loose turtleneck pullover sweaters or high collar button down blouses. The one feature I did like about Mrs. Schultz was her lips. They were full with just a little pout. Absolutely perfect lips for cock sucking. 

Our job would be simple enough. Beaner and I would go from department to department gathering up files. The files would then be scanned and burned onto CD's. Then we would data entry the file numbers. 

"The job may not be rocket science," she said, "but it is the hub of our business."

It may have been a hub of business, but to us it was poon heaven. Every type of woman imaginable worked in the office. Tall women, short women, women with big tits, women with small tits, a cornucopia of pussy all waiting to be feasted upon. Women who wore slacks so tight they had camel toe crotches. Some of them wore skirts so short they would have been better off coming to work in just pantyhose. Beaner and I wondered which ones we would be fucking.

On our first day in the file room we were introduced to the file room lead, a black man named Charlie McGregor. He looked to be about in his fifties and must have been a football player in his younger days because he had that type of build. Charlie took the Beaner and I under his wing the very first day.

"You boys see all that pussy out there in the office?" Charlie asked with a big grin.

"You bet." I replied.

"Sweet stuff." Beaner chimed.

"Well, don't be fuckin' with none of it or Schultz will be all over your butts." He warned. 

The look on Charlie's face told us he wasn't kidding around. Any dreams of pumping some office pussy had been shattered like crystal on a granite floor. Still Beaner and I flirted with a couple of the ladies and were able to cop a feel here and there when Schultz wasn't around. I learned from talking with some of my co-workers stress at the office was so high a little sexual play was welcomed. 

As time went on Beaner and I became very close to Charlie. He entertained us with stories of his sexual exploits. Some of which seemed to take on super human qualities. Since the Beaner and I only screwed our respective teachers and nothing else we didn't even try to top any of his stories. 

One of our favorite pastimes became categorizing the women in the office. We listed them as screamers, moaners, and AWOLs. A.W.O.L. Anal With Out Lube. That particular designation we reserved for the absolute office bitches. Deb Schultz heading the list.  

We tried to avoid Schultz wherever possible. Her very presence seemed to instill this sort of uncontrollable fear. She could be easily described as a bitches bitch. If someone told me Schultz happened to be a dominatrix I would believe it. 

Considering the job things went along quite well that summer until the last day of our employment. Charlie came into the file room with a pissed-off look on his face. 

"Bitch! That fuckin' bitch!" He exclaimed as he walked into the room.

I asked what was wrong and Charlie lamented how Schultz called him into the office and chewed his ass out for not having all of the month's files scanned and burned onto disks. He said he would have to work a double shift to finish up the files.

Since Charlie had treated us well all during the summer the Beaner and I felt the least we could do would be to stay over and help him finish up the rest of the files. He appreciated the help and we all started to work on the files in earnest.

The office was completely deserted by 5:30 PM. The Beaner and I were diligently working burning the scanned files onto disk. As the evening wore on we noticed Charlie was nowhere to be found it the file room. Wondering what happened to him the Beaner and I began to search the office. After all even though we were doing Charlie a favor we weren't going to do all the work ourselves.

Suddenly we heard groaning noises coming from one of the executive offices. As we neared the door we heard the unmistakable sound of a woman reaching orgasm. Peeking inside we almost died at the sight the sight before us. There bent over the desk with her ass in the air for all to see was Deb Schultz.

At that particular moment Deb glanced back over her shoulder at the sight of eleven plus inches of almost fist thick Mississippi black snake and gave what could only be described as a wanton plea to be ravaged. With masterful maneuvering Charlie rubbed his cock up and down the somewhat hairy crack of her ass teasing both her ass and cunt. 

I can honestly say we were watching a great craftsman at work. Centering his cock against her ass hole Charlie twitched his hips ever so slightly. The movement caused the foreskin of his immense pecker to peel back as the bulbous knob slowly parted the puckered ring of her anus. It became obvious Deb Schultz's ass hole was not virgin territory. She took it all with a look of sexual joy on her face.

Charlie finally managed to push the thick knob of his dark cock into her ass. Things were heating up to a high flame as Charlie pumped his enormous black meat in and out of Deb's enflamed asshole. I turned at looked at my friend who by now was salivating. Weird animal noises began to emanate from the fat little pervert's mouth. Finally Beaner couldn't stand it anymore. Before I knew it he dropped his pants, underwear and all. With his slacks and boxers around his ankles he hurriedly shuffled to the front of the desk looking very much like a sex crazed penguin. Charley and Deb looked up when they saw Beaner standing at the other side of the desk. Charlie gave my chunky friend a shit-eating grin.

Deb looked up also with her mouth agape in great shock as she stared at my 19 year old friend's thick uncircumsized penis. The middle-aged woman gave her lips a lick, took her hand and wrapped her fingers around 7 inches of prime teenage meat. Deb began to lick Beaner's cock like it was an ice cream cone. Little flicks along the sides of the shaft and a big slurp on the head. Then with one big gulp Deb shoved Beaner's thick man missile into Deb's open mouth. 

Beaner leaned heavily forward pushing his groin against Deb's face slipping every inch of his cock past her tonsils and into her throat. I could see shudders running through her body as the two cocks worked at her.

Beaner gave a grunt and holding her face tightly to his pelvis shuddered to a climax flooding her mouth and throat with teenaged cum. As he pulled his limp dick from her throat Beaner guided and then pushed Deb onto her back atop Charlie who without missing a stroke had managed to fall backwards onto the floor pulling her with him while continuing to fuck up into her rectum. 

By then I had completely undressed and ran over to the action. I pulled her legs apart and in one rapid thrust sank my stiff pecker into her cunt. Her ass hole and cunt were filled with hard throbbing cock with only a thin membrane separating them. By then my friend had gotten his second wind and once again fed his cock into Schultz's mouth and fucked it into her throat.

It was an absolute gangbang fuckfest. Charlie, Beaner, and I fucked away at all three of Schultz's orifices. We all came at the same time in one glorious syncronized climatic finish. Cum coated her thighs, stomach and ass as well as her chest and face almost making it appear as if she had bathed in thick sticky globs of cum. Then it was over as we fell exhausted around her Schultz was left to lie on the floor glazed with the sperm of her ravishment. 

Then Schultz heaved herself up on her elbows and looked at us through cum covered eyes. She suddenly burst out in a wide toothy grin and exclaimed, "That was the best fuck I have ever had in my entire life!"

With that she got up, gathered her clothes and headed out the door.

I turned to Charlie and with a bewildered look asked him, "What the hell just happened here?"

Charlie laughed a hearty laugh and explained how Deb Shultz may look like a bitch and act like at bitch on the job, but in reality she happened to be the type of woman who wanted wild and outrageous sex. It seemed Shultz's husband was a limp dick when it came to satisfying her kinky needs. I just shook my head in disbelief.

It was from then on Beaner and I would return to the company every summer to work while we were in college. Deb saw to that just as long as we groveled at her feet during the day and abused her during the night. 



Working Overtime



"You're at work more than at home. Phil, you need to get some time off, So just the two of us can be together," she told her husband, when he called to tell her he had to work overtime again. 

"I plan on making it all up to you. Real soon," Phil responded hanging up the phone. 

She sounded so upset on the phone, Phil thought. I will have to think of some way I can make up working overtime. It's not like I want to work all the time. I don't have a choice. We need the money. I'll have to make sure I do something really special for her. 

~~~~~~

Phil closed the door behind him without a sound. He quietly locked the door to make sure he would not be disturbed. This was private time. He stared at her body lying beneath a thin sheet that outlined her beautiful figure. Sexual hunger controlled his body now, and he licked his lips in anticipation of satisfying his appetite. 

Slowly, Phil undressed his layers of clothing, allowing them to pile at his feet. His eyes stayed fixed on his pretty woman under the sheet. Once undressed he walked to her, thinking of the pleasure a few steps away. Phil gently removed the sheet covering her body, and laid a bottle of KY warming gel from his hand next to her. Phil stood admiring her naked body for a moment before disturbing her rest. 

Phil started at her feet. Gently massaging their underside, he was aroused by their smoothness. As his hands worked slowly to the ankles, his mouth lowered to kiss her toes. He noticed the bright pink toenail polish as he put a toe in his mouth. He knew his taste buds were playing tricks, but Phil thought her toes tasted like the cotton candy color on her toenails. 

He slowly massaged up her legs, while his mouth followed closely behind. So smooth, she must have shaved just hours before. How did I get so lucky?

Phil pictured goose bumps popping up on her skin from the cool air surrounding her flesh, recently exposed from him removing the sheet. Phil gently blew hot air on her before placing sweet kisses up her ankles and calves. 

Phil continued to think of how lucky he was to have such a perfect woman, as he massaged her thighs and spread her legs ever so slightly. His kisses moved toward the white of her tan line, and he thought, how sweet, she shaved everything just for me.

Phil's tongue slipped from his lips and licked once up her labia and over her clit. He moved slowly, but never paused as he continued licking to her pierced navel. Taking the chained charm in his mouth, he sucked ever so slightly while his tongue explored her bellybutton. Phil's hands had made their way to her bosom now, and his thumbs rubbed on her nipples, while the other eight fingers caressed her perfect b-cup sized breasts. 

His speed increased as an overwhelming sexual hunger pumped more blood into his already erect organ. The excitement was almost painful, and even though Phil desired to go slow, his lower body pushed him to speed up.

His mouth arrived to her nipples, and before placing one in his mouth, he glanced up to see her eyes still closed. He thought of how she seemed to be sleeping, but he knew she was not. He bit and sucked teasingly on her right nipple, while his fingers pinched her left. 

Phil's heart rate and breathing grew faster, as he moved his lips to her neck. His nostrils inhaled faint traces of the perfume she had worn that day. His erection rubbed against her smooth legs as his teeth scraped her neck. So perfect. How did I get lucky enough to make love to this perfect woman?

He could contain his excitement no more. He nibbled her earlobe as he told her, "I want to feel myself inside you. Now!"

He quickly moved off her and grabbed her feet. In a quick motion he pulled her from lying on her back. Spreading her feet on the floor, Phil quickly greased his erection with a fistful of KY. Holding her waist with one hand, he guided his organ into her waiting folds.

Her body was relaxed, and he entered her easily. The hand that guided him in, now free, moved to grab the other side of her waist. He looked down to watch himself move in and out of the beautiful woman beneath him. Her buttocks were perfectly rounded and padded his thrusts nicely. 

Phil could contain himself no longer. His hands gripped her waist tightly, pulling her into his final thrust. Phil moaned with pleasure as he exploded, and his hands lost their grip. 

Gravity pulled her away, and Phil felt himself leave her body as she fell from the edge of the table to the ground. Phil barely managed to catch himself before joining her on the floor. He smiled at the woman on the floor, his sexual thirst quenched for the moment. 

"It's a shame you're going to be buried tomorrow," he told her.

Finding such a young, scarless body was rare at the morgue, and he wished his wife understood that he couldn't resist working overtime. It was Phil's job to clean the women brought to the mortuary, and he took pride in laying them to rest.



Working Overtime



They were closing the theater late night. The last show came and went, the concessions were sold, and the parking lot was filled and emptied. All that remained was the cleaning.

It was just the two of them, Morgan and Robert. She—a curvy, petite vixen of nineteen, and he—a slim, eighteen year old full of energy, were the typical closing crew every Saturday night. This night, however, would be anything but typical.

Damn! Robert Bret Davidson thought to himself as he observed his partner sweeping, I've liked her for so long! I wonder if she's noticed?

Thus it had been for a year and a half for Robert, lusting and looking from afar while she contented herself with light flirtation and glances. He craved every part of her—a smell of her perfume, a light touch, a smile—but what he loved best were those rare glimpses of thong under her normally conservative, tasteful outfits.

It was a lucky night for Robert already then, because her jeans had been just a little too low all night. He stared at her ample but proportioned tits and taut, firm ass constantly anyway, but tonight he had been rewarded every time she bent to get candy. He could see it now, too, as she squatted to sweep trash into the dustpan in the lobby he was mopping. She had chosen well: a dark blue, lacy thong with a black bow in the back and black polka dots on the little triangle over her ass. He loved the way the bow peeked out at him from the tan gloves of her ass over her tight jeans. Sadly, she finished sweeping all too quickly and stood, dustpan full in her hand, thong safely hidden. She turned and gave him a smile of familiarity, sympathizing with their weekly situation, staring into his eyes for just a split second before walking to the trash can. He stared back at her, first at her eyes then at her ass, before continuing to mop, working around the aching bulge in his jeans.

Damn! Morgan Robertson thought to herself as she stood by the trash can in the corner and watched her partner mopping, He doesn't hide a boner well! I wonder if he's noticed my thong?

Thus it had been for about three months for Morgan, finally noticing Robert's attraction to her and liking it. Still, she didn't know how to approach him. She knew he would never make a move, for not only was he chronically uncertain about relationships, but she never went past a casual flirt with him. Hell, she barely knew how to act around men anymore. Ever since her recent breakup with her last guy she had been different. She was shyer and more reluctant around boys, especially when it came to Robert. It was like ever since she noticed his desire for her, she had felt a strange sexual tension every time they talked. She relieved it with smiles and polite conversation, but all she could really notice was his athletic build and that constant strain in his pants. She hadn't so much as touched her pussy in three months and it seemed like every guy she passed smelled sexy and had a hard-on, let alone the guy she spent every Saturday night working with. She stared at his back as he mopped, laughing quietly as he pulled his pants up every five minutes, and sighed.

They worked in near silence for the next half hour, cleaning slowly. They swept and mopped both the lobby and concession area and cleaned the popcorn and soda machines together. She would periodically trade a close smile and a slip of the thong for a closer moment to him and a longer gaze at his crotch. She played him, smiling to get him near then bending over at just the right moments to "clean," keeping him rock hard. She loved the way she could feel his eyes on her lower back, and there wasn't a single time she faced him that he didn't look at her chest before her eyes. This was the most voyeuristic she had ever been, and she was getting hornier by the minute. Her desperate cleverness overpowered his lustful masculine ignorance by a mile, and all she had to do was pick a time in which to reel him in.

Unfortunately for Morgan, it seemed, her playful sexuality almost cost her all of Robert's sexual desire. While she was playing coy, arousing herself by showing him her thong, she was also painfully arousing him. He reached a point of desperation by the time they were finished in the concession area that he knew would drive him to either grope her ass or explode. He took the first opportunity he could find and dismissed himself to sweep the cinemas. Sweeping, however, was last on his mind.

As fast as he could, he pulled a tall trash can and a broom into the nearest cinema and yanked it to about halfway up the stairs by the rows of seats. He let the can rest on a big step by a row of seats in the upper middle part of the cinema, and took one step up behind it. There, back to the door below him and to the projector window, he finally unzipped his confining jeans.

Parting the hole in the front of his boxer-briefs, Robert let his pants slide to mid-thigh level and pulled his cock out. It made a nice handful flaccid, and he quickly massaged it to full hardness, pointing straight at the back edge of the trash can below him. Rob was right at average height and weight, and his dick was no exception. It pointed straight out at a solid six inches hard, and sat above two perfectly symmetrical, fuzzy chestnuts that were his balls. His hand worked quickly over his smooth, pale shaft, running from a taut red helmet of a head to his freshly shorn mound. He was achingly sensitive, so he used a looser three-fingered grip designed to pull his skin up over the head without using lube, and he screwed his eyes shut as he went to town. Images of Morgan's thong ran across his mind, always just slightly revealing that perfect ass he craved.

He quickened his speed, grunting slightly each time his fingers rubbed across the crown of his head and his sensitive glans. His free left hand made good time between his tightening nuts and his already tightened nipples, pulling and squeezing lightly on them all. He could imagine it was Morgan, naked but for her cheerleading skirt, giving him so much pleasure. He fucked her in his mind, kneeling behind her doggy-style and pushing her skirt up above her pussy. He timed his jerking hand with his mental thrusts and got into it, leaning over the trash can for support. He could hear his nuts slap the side of the can over his grunts, and knew he was ready to cum in her mentally and in the trash can physically. Just as he felt his nuts clamp to his stomach and his dick stiffen in readiness, however, he heard a cough to his left.

Robert jumped three feet in the air, eyes wide, and wheeled to face the noise. His mind was rudely taken from his intense fantasy and his eyes probed the dim seats for his intruder. He stuffed his rapidly softening penis back into his underwear, leaking pre-cum like crazy, and pulled his pants up, eyes never leaving the seats around him.

After about ten seconds of nervous tension, Morgan rose from behind one of the seats behind and to the left of Robert. He saw her immediately and turned beet red. He didn't know what to say that would explain his actions to her that wouldn't freak her out. He just stood there, head down, ruefully watching her approach. Even embarrassed, he couldn't help but admire the fluidity of her movements, her smooth gait, and her easy smile. He also noticed the free swing of her supple breasts and her visibly protruding nipples. She wasn't wearing a bra! His cheated cock twitched in his loose jeans at this realization, but that just reminded him of what he had been caught doing in the first place.

She finally reached the stairs and stayed her step above him, looking him in the eyes. The whole walk over she had been stifling laughter at his obvious embarrassment and conflicting arousal. Not that her own arousal didn't show, of course: her nipples were rocks on her chest and her thong was soaked through under her jeans. She had watched him from the beginning, having slipped into the cinema behind him and found a good vantage point from which to peep. She had watched past boyfriends jack off before, and had even participated in a few, but none of them had Robert's passion! He grunted and thrusted against his hand like it was the last opportunity he would ever have, and it got her horny as hell. She had watched him go from half-mast to full blast in five minutes and it was the most arousing sight she had ever seen! Her last boyfriend was an asshole and hung like a field mouse to boot, so next to him her newfound crush was extremely nice to watch. She had rubbed her clit against the seam of her jeans constantly, trying to keep her moans of pleasure quiet. She had almost succeeded too! Damn that cough! If she had kept it quiet another second she could have seen him come. Once his moment was ruined, however, Morgan realized it was time to pull him in and fix his problems herself.

Robert had started stammering an explanation as soon as Morgan got within an arm's length of him. It was lame to begin with, something about the desperation of male desire, and it wasn't words she was after in the first place. She let him blither on for a few seconds, amused at his ruffled pride, mortification, and aroused confusion. Before he got completely turned off, however, she halted his words with one finger on his lips. He jumped at her sudden touch, and his eyes opened wide as his mouth shut. 

Morgan stared deeply into his confused eyes and said one sentence: "I don't care." Then she slid her finger off his warm lips and kissed him. She was at the perfect height, standing up just tall enough on her step to make her lips sit right in front of his, and the kiss was good. He stiffened in shock at first, astounded at what was happening, but he quickly warmed under the pressure of her lips on his, and decided it wasn't a dream and he'd better participate.

It was a slow, wet, languid embrace, meant to translate every hidden sexual feeling and sexual tension into tangible desire, and it worked. His lips were smooth and dry, hers slightly dampened and tasting of mint, but together they were perfect. Wordlessly, he expressed over a year of pent up desire, which met with her novel lust to send electricity down both their spines. They worked silently for a full minute and a half, just feeling each other's lips closemouthed, before breaking in a gasping frenzy of elated pleasure. They stood for a moment just staring at each other, making sure they were both thinking the same, and then clashed together again, mouths working like mad.

This time they opened up, sucking at each other's tongues and lips, rapidly exploring the recesses of each other's mouths. Their tongues danced an entwining dance for which their bodies had longed for months. Once he was familiar with the taste of her mouth he moved to the nape of her neck, working his way from collar to ear with short, soft kisses. His hands ran to the small of her back and pulled her to him, pushing her head back and chest forward, revealing more of her neck and breasts. Their lips met again, breaths panting out between their kisses, as her hands slipped under the back of his shirt and slid across his tensed muscles.

They worked like this for a full five minutes before stopping, each eager and seeking approval to move on. He stared at her face, mere inches from his, and felt her hard nipples through his shirt and her hands on his back. She could feel his hands pressing her to him, and she was well aware of the growing heat at the junction of their legs.

"Are you—?" he asked cautiously, getting cut off by her rapid

"On birth control? Yes."

He chuckled, "Well I was going to ask if you were okay with where this is going, but I guess that answers that! God, I've wanted you for so long."

She smiled, lips tingling. "I know. I hope a theater was where you imagined you'd first be with a woman, because I don't think I can let you walk out of here without taking me."

"It could be in a gutter and I would take you gladly." Robert beamed at the thought of being able to cum inside her, and at the thought of finally becoming a man. "You're so hot."

Morgan took that as her cue, and slowly stepped to the back of her step. Silently, but with a sly smile, she carefully raised her shirt over her head. Her hair fell free, framing her cute face and slender neck, which led to her newly freed tits.

They were beautiful, perfect twin D-cup mounds, sitting heavily on her light frame. Pink nipples topped them, sitting amid pale silver dollar-sized areolas crinkled in arousal. Had her form not been so curved, her chest would have seemed too big, but with her curves they were perfectly in proportion. No line was visible between her arms and tits, and Robert drooled at the thought of Morgan sunning topless. She just stood there, watching his emotional reaction as his cock jumped back to life in his pants.

She noticed his twitching bulge and became both pleased and angry. Never before had she hardened a man just by flashing her tits, but she was mad that she wouldn't get to feel his dick grow. Determined to remedy her loss, she tossed her head back, chest heaving, and kneeled in front of his standing form. She was short enough that the elevation given to her by her extra step put her face right at his crotch. She looked up at him then, and gazed deeply into his mesmerized eyes.

Robert gulped, nervous at the thought of letting someone else, especially a girl he had coveted for years, see his cock. Not that his cock paid any attention, of course, because his nervousness made it throb with more force, which only made Morgan more determined.

"Please, Rob, don't you want me?" she said looking up at him. "I want to feel your cock, to taste it."

Robert was jolted into action, "No! No, I want you it's just I...."

"I know you're nervous!" she finished for him, "but I'm so ready for you. Let me be your first." Then she smiled, squirming in anticipation on her step, bathed in the dim theater lights. She squeezed and pulled her nipples, desperate for some form of sexual release. She knew if he didn't consent, for whatever reason, she would have to force him.

There would be no force necessary, however. Robert watched her squirm and beg for him in amazement, and after her nipple-teasing episode there was no way he'd turn her down. Setting his jaw against his anxiety, he unzipped his pants for the second time on that step. "You've always been my first."

Her face lit up as his cock tented his boxers away from his jeans and she sat up off her heels, moving her hands from her breasts to his waist. Her pussy left a damp spot through her pants where it had rested between her ankles, and her juices now ran freely down her thighs in preparation for what she would take from him

Like a cat on a mouse, Morgan lunged for Robert's crotch. She yanked his pants down to his ankles just as her face hit his cotton-clad cock. He stumbled back half a step, gasping aloud at her voraciousness and at the feel of her mouth and breath on his brief-covered manhood. She inhaled him, bathing her face in the musk for which she had worked forever. He smelled of cologne, jizz, and sweat and it turned her on. Her thong was dripping her heat in her jeans and her nipples were knots on her chest. It was all she could do to keep from purring in sexual excitement. She moved from mouthing his shaft to mouthing his balls, applying light pressure with her lips to turn him on. It worked like a charm, and before long he was shoving his cock against her face and moaning in effort not to explode. She licked at the wet spot of precum spreading at the tip of his underwear tent and liked the taste so much she abandoned her efforts on his clothed nuts for something a little closer.

With a devilish grin, Morgan leaned forward and grasped the elastic of Robert's boxers in her teeth. Pressing her breasts together with her hands, kneading them like dough, she slowly pulled his underwear down. He groaned as the cotton ran over his swollen cockhead, and smiled in relief and pride when it finally sprang up and away from the confining clothes. She followed it, licking her lips and panting from the work her hands were doing on her nipples. She rocked her hips back and forth slightly, rubbing her clit against the seam of her jeans to keep herself wet. Wet she stayed, too, as she slowly sucked the head of Robert's penis into her warm mouth, feeling and hearing his groan of pleasure at his first blow job.

Robert was in heaven. He stared down into her upturned eyes as she began to bob her head up and down his shaft. Her tongue worked like mad on his nerve-packed glans, and she tugged on his velvety nuts with one hand while tugging on her hard nipples with the other. It was a visual and physical show for Robert, who adored the feel of his first blow job, but also loved the way her ruby lips looked wrapped around his pulsating manhood. He had never felt such a combination of pleasures on his dick and balls. She was giving an enthusiastic but basic blow job, and he had never felt better. His nuts threatened to rise and shoot his fiery liquid seed down her throat every minute, and she seemed determined to suck it out of him like soda through a straw. He resisted, however, with help from her hand pulling his nuts down, and lasted for five full minutes of her eager slurping on his cock and balls. Then she began to deep throat.

Morgan tried her best to get him to cum with her normal blow job routine, but after five minutes it was evident he could last much longer. She had never tried deep throat, but his cock wasn't uncomfortably long or thick and she had practiced on suckers and popsicles before. In one swift motion, she interrupted their rhythmic sucking and thrusting, sharply pulling his balls and completely inhaling his slick cock. He groaned loudly, amazed at the way her throat milked his head while her tongue worked his shaft over. Her nose smashed itself against the shaven surface of his mound and stayed there as she pumped him for all he was worth. After fifteen seconds or so she pulled off, gagging, leaving long strings of saliva running down his shaft and sac. Her hands never left her tits or his nuts, even though she was desperate to let her hands wander down the front of her pants. She was determined to see him come before she even thought about letting herself get off. Like a flash she was back on his cock, rubbing tonsils with his cockhead. She was prepared to go longer this time, and settled comfortably with her chin on his nuts for about ten seconds. Then he moved.

While Morgan was absorbed in sinking Robert's cock down her throat, he was absorbed in the ecstasy of her efforts. The cum boiled in his nuts, held back only by her firm pulls downward on his sac, and his back arched in strain. The more she worked her throat and tongue, the more desperate he got, and his eyes rolled back as he completely abandoned all his stamina. She achieved her goal, though he didn't know that was her intent. With a primal groan, he grabbed the back of her head, wrapping her silky hair around his long fingers. She mewed, the only sound she could make with a dick down her throat, and her brow wrinkled in curiosity, but one look at his knotted jaw and grimacing lips and she knew she had conquered his self-control. As he began to thrust she knew he would come, and was scared he wouldn't let her up for air, but when his nuts pulled violently out of her grasp toward his stomach she knew it wouldn't be long.

Morgan completely opened her throat as he began to thrust, and moved both hands to her heaving tits, leaving her mouth to be defiled. And defiled it was, for there was no holding back from Robert's primitive instincts. He completely disregarded her comfort and used her hair as a handle, pushing and pulling her throat around his throbbing member. Her wet mouth was a vise on his shaft, and even as her nose mashed to his pubic mound Morgan was happy. She could feel his impending orgasm as acutely as he, and was rapidly approaching one herself.




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With an audible roar, Robert finally shoved his dick as far as it would go down Morgan's throat. He held her, her lungs straining after at least thirty seconds of face-fucking, and felt his cock swell in her. His roar died just as his jizz came, and he began slowly pulling his dick out of her throat, filling her with his seed. She swallowed rope after rope of hot cum, milking his sensitive cock, prolonging his orgasm, but her mouth was still filled to bursting when he was done.

He stood there, panting, smiling wearily at her flaring nostrils and her bulging cheeks. Out his cock came, flaccid now that it had served its purpose, and cum leaked down his shaft and her chin. She made sure he was finished, waiting until his hand meekly left her head and he was standing there staring at her, then she opened her mouth. Robert stared at her, loving the way her mouth overflowed his jizz down her chin to her crimson nipples, and marveled at the amount of cum he had shot. He wanted to take a picture of her there, on her knees for him, mouth and face bathed in jizz, but too quickly she moved. With one gulp she swallowed his load, smiling at the taste, and stood to face him as she rubbed his spilled fluid into her tits.

"Morgan, that... that was wonderful!" he gasped somewhat sheepishly, "you put my hand to shame!"

She laughed, "Well it was worth it. I have never been so turned on giving a blow job before, and you taste amazing!"

He blushed at the compliment and at his brazen near-nakedness, unsure of what to say next, just content to stand there and look at her sweaty, cum-covered tits. Unconsciously, he looked down as he stepped out of his pants and underwear, and he noticed her crotch. Her jeans were soaked through in front, making her look like a guilty toddler, and he felt guilty himself that he hadn't offered her some relief.

She didn't notice him looking, but smiled at his wit as he looked from his fallen pants to her, "Mine are off. Your turn!"

"With pleasure!" she laughed, enjoying his newfound pride as he stood unabashed in his male nudity, "I want our outfits to match, anyway."

Robert watched, awed, as she confidently slipped her pants and panties off, tossing her thong to him before standing up and revealing herself to him. He caught her underwear, smiling, and smelled her sweet scent as he stared at her. She was completely hairless, matching him pube for pube, and he could see the moisture on her pussy from where he was standing a step away. They looked at each other in appreciation for a moment, him tasting her sex on her panties and her just liking his body, before he decided to get a closer taste and moved forward. 

Without speaking, he took her hand and led her down his row of seats. He had left his socks and shoes on the stairs, naked but for his shirt, and the concrete floor chilled his large feet and tightened his nipples and nuts. She padded along behind him, nude but for socks, and stared at the muscles in his back and ass as he walked.

At the middle of the row he sat her down, kneeling in front of her, staring at her swollen pussy. Her inner lips had risen and thickened in arousal, parting her outer labia, and her clit had pushed its way out of its hood and stood in pulsing readiness for pleasure. Combined with the copious wetness dripping from her lips and the sleek smoothness of her mound, Morgan's pussy was a work of art. Robert couldn't help but hesitate a second just to marvel at it before he dove in to taste.

Morgan watched Robert stare at her swollen cunt, his first pussy, and felt a pang of pride at his obvious wonderment. The minute he moved, however, she had to close her eyes and throw her head back in pleasure. Not one for finesse, Robert had gone straight for her clit. He licked and sucked at it like a baby on a nipple, and it was almost too much for Morgan's petite frame to bear. Almost. After the initial shock her pleasure steadied into a more manageable continual wave, and Morgan could watch again. She stared down to her spread legs, past her pulsating nipples, and fixated on her anxious lover's face. His brow was knotted, as intent on making her cum as she had been on him earlier. She would have chuckled at that irony, but upon seeing her scrutiny Robert shoved a finger knuckle deep into her moist womanhood. Her budding laugh changed to a moan, and she grasped desperately at her nipples, trying to further her pleasure, as Robert pulled out all the stops. His pink tongue went from sucking her clit to flicking her labia and back to her clit in seconds while he shoved his middle finger rapidly down into her twat. After a minute or so, he switched tactics. His off hand that had been busy massaging his cock back to hardness now flicked her clit, driving shots of pleasure up Morgan's back. His other hand used her juice to lube his cock and balls, preparing for another orgasm, and his mouth moved to her tight hole. He shoved his tongue in her as far as it would go and began to wiggle it back and forth. Unknowingly, he had hit her g-spot, and when combined with the rhythmic rubbing of her clit, she moaned uncontrollably. The sweat rolled down her chest and back as she bucked her hips off the rocking theater seat toward Robert's eager mouth. Her poor nipples were bright red under her hands, and her whole body ached for release, ached for orgasm, ached for Robert as he sped up his tempo.

His tongue flashed like lightning in and around her hole, moistening lips that had been wet for an hour already. His left hand kept her clit on fire, burning her self control to the ground. He had no practiced skill, and on a woman who had come in the last three months he probably would have worked for an hour to get her to orgasm, but Morgan was ready. Robert's dick twitched against his leg as he tasted her, feeling her juice run down his chin and smelling her sweet, pungent aroma. He knew as he heard her moans and felt her hips push her cunt to his mouth that she would orgasm, and that made him work all the harder. He considered, for a brief second as he was tongue-deep in her pussy, what he could do to make her cum faster. His hand was already teasing the hell out of her clit, and his mouth kept steady pleasure going in her cunt, but something was missing. It drove him mad as he felt her get ever closer to her elusive orgasm, and he was beginning to think she would never actually come when it hit him. In a flash, Robert shoved the middle finger of the hand that was originally at her pussy deep into her once more, making her squeal. He was only after her natural lube, however, and withdrew his soaked finger after a few seconds before letting his mouth get back to work. Her moans and pleasure completely shut her off from all feeling but the feelings given by his hand and tongue, and that of her upcoming orgasm. She had no idea he was even making a new move until it was made.

Morgan's upraised ass made all her holes easily accessible, and Robert's slick finger had no trouble finding its target. Quickly, he slid it up her tensed ass cheeks to her puckered little star of an asshole. As soon as he touched it, in it went, and away she went. Morgan squealed like she'd been stabbed, and thrust her pussy as far against Robert's tongue as it would go. "Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!" she repeated as Robert's finger slid farther up her clenched anus. She made no move to stop him, even though no man had ever touched her there before. She was in too much pleasure. Fire curled up her spine from her crotch, but beams of electricity shot from her tender ass to her brain, seeking out her orgasm and finding it. Without warning, her pussy and ass convulsed and shook her in her chair. "Oh fuck!" she yelled, humping against Robert's deflowered tongue, "Fuck me, fuck me!"

Juice ran freely down Robert's chin as she quivered, and he pinched her clit, prolonging the experience. Morgan's previous orgasms had been good, but this one dwarfed them in strength and length. For an eternity, it seemed, her whole body was consumed in an electric fire of pleasure. Her yells echoed in the dim theater as she squeezed out her tension on Robert's tongue and finger. She was in pure heaven, and he was close, just enjoying the novel feelings, tastes, and smells of the pussy he had so longed to eat.

Finally her orgasm began to wane, and Robert withdrew his tongue and both hands. He sat back on his heels, dick pointing straight out, and stared at his spent work. She was slumped in the chair, sweaty and weak after the orgasm of her life. Her pussy pined to be filled again, and her ass felt a little sore after its first invasion, but she wore a huge smile. Her nipples still throbbed in heat, and she looked first down at them, then farther to the instrument of her pleasure. Robert just sat there, looking at her curiously, like a dog trying to understand its master. Of course, the tail she was seeing couldn't wag, but it twitched in excitement under her gaze. Robert's lower face was drenched in her cum, as were his hands, and his dirty blond hair was ruffled by her thrashing legs, but to her he looked like a god.

Suddenly renewed with need and energy at his appearance, Morgan stood, quickly bringing Robert to his feet as well, his dick bobbing between them. No words could express her gratitude toward him for giving her such pleasure, so she said it with a kiss. Madly she embraced him, pressing his hot member between their legs, and drawing his face down to hers. It was a deep, wet, passionate, tongue-twirling kiss that thanked him all the way from his head to his balls. She knew she was ready for him. 

The instant their kiss broke, Morgan spun Robert around, switching places with him, then pushing him down to the chair in which she had sat a moment before. He was startled at her aggression, but his bewildered look changed to one of awe as he met her gaze. Her eyes bored into his, dominating his mind, before letting his eyes travel downward. Her mischievous smile left no doubt as to what she intended to do, and she stood like a statue between Robert's knees, encompassing his view.

His eyes traveled down her neck, paused for a second to stare at her knotted nipples, flowed down her lightly toned stomach, and came to rest on her pussy. Slumped in the chair as he had fallen, it was right at his eye level. He could see she was already aroused again, her pussy wet from her dominance of him. Not that he wasn't aroused of course, for his dick stuck proudly up in front of her, daring her to take it. Without a word, but with the same sly smile, Morgan stepped forward to take its pulsating challenge.

Robert couldn't believe his eyes. The woman he had so desired for years was getting ready to ride him like a horse. He stared at her perfect body dumbly—jaw agape, hands slack at his sides—as Morgan straddled his waist. He could feel the heat from her smooth, moist twat on the head of his cock as she poised herself above him. He could feel the coarse fabric of the theater seat on his ass and nuts, smell her aroused cunt, see his penis inches from what it yearned to be inside, yet he couldn't move. He was in shock, awed by his fantasy coming to life in front of his eyes. Morgan saw and recognized his paralysis. She almost laughed at the incredulous look on his boyish face. She never had a man rendered motionless by her body before, and she loved it. Luckily, she didn't need his comprehension to use his manhood. With a slow and deliberate pace, she stared into Robert's amazed eyes as she lowered herself onto his dick.

Robert had reached nirvana. He could never have imagined how good Morgan's pussy would feel. She was only head deep on his cock and already she was tight as hell. When her clenched lips hit his glans, effectively slipping his head into position, a slow moan wrenched its way out of Robert's throat, and his paralysis was broken. His desperation and energy rushed back to him at full force, demanding he revenge her brief dominance over him. With renewed vision and vigor, he appraised the view before him, deciding when to strike.

Morgan was still smiling that demure grin, tantalizing what she thought was a dumbstruck inexperienced young man. Her hands rested on Robert's lower stomach above his mound, bracing herself to hold her pussy just barely over his cockhead. The sweat of sex and tension ran freely down between her tits and on her back, giving her a lurid sheen under the cinema's recess lighting. She was as aroused dominating her younger partner as she had been when purposefully flashing her now-discarded thong at him earlier and her nipples stuck out and throbbed painfully while her tensed twat leaked juice down his shaft. She was so engrossed in denying Robert penetration that she didn't even know his senses had returned until he moved.

Finishing his evaluation of his mistress, Robert abruptly scooted up the seat, straightening into a more upright position and bracing his hands on the arms of his seat. This scooting popped his dick out and away from Morgan's taunting pussy, and Robert heard her gasp in surprise as she realized her hold was broken. He pulled her to him with both hands on her ass, keeping her off balance by pulling her far enough to the seat that she had to stand on tiptoes to straddle his thighs. She reeled forward, lips parted in astonishment, and she was forced to put both her hands against the back of the seat to keep from collapsing on her newly-confident man.

The tables had turned. In pulling Morgan forward to him as he scooted his ass back in the seat, she was forced to lean forward on tiptoes. He also had to lean forward to keep pressure on her lower back and ass. This not only placed his cock once again resting on her pussy, but it put his mouth inches from her taut nipples.

Now that Robert was in control, there would be no teasing. He lowered his right hand below her ass to guide his cock. Once aligned, he smiled. And thrust. In one swift motion, his cock was buried balls deep in Morgan's long unused cunt. He held it there, listening to her whines of pleasure, ass six inches off the sweat-dampened theater seat. If her pussy wasn't a perfect sheath for Robert's throbbing dick to begin with, she constantly had to squeeze those muscles to help keep her balance. This flexing radiated pleasure up Robert's young cock, giving him a feeling unlike anything he had ever felt. After about ten seconds of straight, ball-draining pleasure Robert relaxed his ass and legs and pulled his cock away. It came away with a wet "slurp!" and left nothing but his cockhead encased in her moist warmth.

"Ohhhh, God!" Morgan moaned over Robert's head. "I don't know how it feels for a guy to finally be a man, but if you don't get back inside me right now I swear to God you won't be a man for long!"

"What's that?" Robert said with an impish grin, flexing his cockhead in her and rubbing her clit with a finger. "Tell me what you want again?"

"Ohhhh, fuck you! I want you to fuck me!" She desperately tried to lower herself onto him, but her legs just wouldn't spread wide enough. "Please! Please shove your cock into my cunt. I want your hot cum in my pussy! God, I want your cock!"

Robert laughed, burying his face in her cleavage, "If that's what the slut wants..." and he gave it to her. 

With a primal grunt that shook her to the core, he buried himself in her pussy once again and went to town. Her whole body shook as he leaned back against the seat away from her tits and used the extra leverage to thrust like a two-dicked dog in a room full of bitches. She bit her lower lip to keep from screaming as he slammed his smooth cock into her starved pussy. He grunted and moaned like a wild animal, and worked as hard. Within ten minutes the front of his shirt was as soaked as the back, and Morgan could admire the way his ab muscles flexed with each thrust. Her tits bounced furiously, held steadier only by the occasional twist he gave to her nipples. His hands were largely centered, however, on the red bud of pleasure that was her clit. He ground his palms into it and pinched it, while using a finger of his other hand to fuck her alongside his slender dick, stretching her cunt.

Not that she was deterred by his somewhat primitive and violent fucking style. She thrust her hips as far and as hard as she could, moaning with his grunts and groans. Her pussy and nipples were on fire, close yet again to orgasm. She poured juice from her twat, soaking his nuts, taint, ass, and the front of the theater seat. Its smell permeated the air in the cinema, until the entire room smelled of their sex. It consumed both of them, capturing all their senses into a vortex of youthful, primal, hormonal consummation. His hair was plastered to his head, and they both poured sweat and pheromones. They loved the scent of each other, third only to taste and feel. Taste and feel they did, too. Robert felt her orgasm building early, told by her ragged, gasping breath and her mad thrusting and bucking on his pistoning dick. He felt his own cum build with it, filling his nuts slowly, but he was still a long way off. His first orgasm held his second at bay. His fingers became soaked with pussy juice and sweat within the first five minutes, and they were drenched by fifteen. He coated her nipples in it, letting her smell her own pussy closer, and he would often shove his fingers to her mouth, letting her suck them clean of her personal lube. 

His other hand became soaked as well, just rubbing around her clit, and he decided to use it with her orgasm like he had done before. Confidently now, Robert slipped his hand around to her tight little asshole, still wet with juices from his oral work. He pinched and rubbed her sensitive nipples madly with one hand, thrusting as hard, and poised his back hand for the right moment.

Morgan couldn't stand the extra attention on her tits for long, especially coupled with Robert's enthusiastic humping. After at most a minute, her orgasm broke on them both in a tidal wave. She screamed and writhed in pleasure on his cock as wave after wave of orgasmic bliss rolled through her worn body. To add to her normal orgasmic shock, she squealed further as Robert buried two fingers deep into her tender asshole. He wiggled them in her, reaming out her last virginal hole, and laughed the laugh of the sex-driven as she bucked against him. He pounded her pussy still, feeling the waves of her orgasm with his dick. He loved the way she tossed with pleasure, riveted on his cock and hand, dependent on his will. He laughed at her horny desperation and at the situation itself. Adrenaline gave an extra rush to his already electrified loins just knowing he was losing his virginity in a public place. Just to keep that feeling of hormone-fed pleasure, he would have fucked Morgan forever.

Not that Morgan would have minded being pummeled by Robert for an eternity. His cock gave her a hot fullness she had never felt before as her orgasm faded to her nipples and toes, draining out of her like water. Spent, she just collapsed over him, shoving her sweaty chest to his face and clenching his manhood in her pussy. They both gasped, exhausted, as he withdrew his fingers from her loosened ass and flexed his desperate cock in her cunt. She moaned as she felt him, desperate to please but too weak to thrust. 

Robert would have none of it. She owed him an orgasm. Still buried nuts-deep in her twat, he picked Morgan up and spun around, dropping her in the chair. She couldn't even protest or beg after the two orgasms he had given her, so she just smiled and spread her legs. He dove in for release. Like a horny dog on a leg, Robert thrust full speed into his fantasy woman's tight pussy. She moaned as he thrust, enjoying being filled by him, and reached up to rub his nipples like he did hers. He knew he'd never last long once he fully surrendered to his body's desires, and the steady slap of his balls on her ass subsided as his nuts pulled up to the base of his dick. She poured juice, no longer desperate to be fucked but still aroused. She was content to let him use her pussy and enjoyed the obvious pleasure it gave his young body.




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Morgan felt Robert's cock swell the same time he did, and she wrapped her legs around his ass to pull him in. With a final grunt from him, he plunged deep into her sopping cunt. She moaned in delight and latent pleasure, feeling his ass clench with her legs. Out his cum shot, searing Robert's body in pleasure that had built for over an hour. His muscles convulsed, forcing every drop of semen he had out into Morgan's body. He filled her pussy, pushing her juice out over his balls. His legs grew weak and if it hadn't been for the seat of the chair his knees would have folded. It was single-handedly the best orgasm he had ever had, and he stared deeply into her eyes, silently telling her his thanks through his radiating pleasure.

Finally, his orgasm ended with a final groan from Robert. He had just enough strength left to collapse in the seat next to Morgan's, pulling his softening dick out of her with a wet slurp. They looked at each other and smiled, leaning forward for a languid kiss.

"God that was great," Robert said, watching her eyes travel to his soft cock. "You feel so good!"

She smiled at him again, feeling his warm jizz pour out of her ravaged cunt onto the seat and down her thighs. "You were great. I've never come so hard so long!"

"Me neither. Your mouth is second only to your pussy. I'm glad I waited for you."

"I'm glad you waited too. How does it feel to be a man?"

Robert looked down, as if thinking or confused. "Well...I don't know." Then he looked up, grinning, "I guess I'll have to do you again to be for sure!"

She laughed, her strength coming back. "I'll be happy to! But right now, lover, we have a theater to close."

"Ugh, I know," Robert said irritated, "You'll have to put on clothes!"

Morgan laughed again, and then stood, stretching. Robert did the same, admiring her relaxed composure. Man, he thought, she really needed that! Then, stretch over, he walked back along the aisle, dick swinging, and picked up his pants. She followed, more relaxed and happy than she had been in months.

Robert threw away his damp underwear, liking the freedom plain jeans gave to his package. He sat down and put on his shoes, watching Morgan pass on her underwear as well. She donned her shirt and he stood up, walking over to her, nipples already hard under his wet shirt. She tweaked one, and then gave him a kiss. He kissed back, hugging her as she slid her hands into the back pockets of his jeans and squeezed him to her. They separated after a few seconds, and she walked away, ass swaying freely at him. He stared for a second then followed, feeling his jeans brush his spent member. He would text her later about a real date, but for the moment he was glad to just hit the lights and go home. They both laughed at the thought of the next person to use that theater seat!

They both left silently, each privately reveling in their hot encounter. It wasn't until Robert got undressed for bed that night, however, that he knew he had to see her sooner than the next Saturday. She had slid her sopping panties into one of his back pockets as a trophy. Robert knew they were also a promise.



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"Hi."

Startled, I looked up from the computer. I wasn't sure if I was more shocked at hearing his voice, or hearing anyone's voice in the lonely office.

"Hey there. Coming into work on your day off... are you crazy or really dedicated?"

He smiled shyly. "Just forgot something at my desk."

"Oh yeah?"

"Yeah. What are you up to?"

"Working on these damn TPS reports. Did you know they need cover sheets?" We both laughed, our voices echoing through the empty office. The emptiness of the office, plus the fact that my last orgasm seemed forever ago, made me think of a conversation we once had of sexual things we would like to try someday. We both admitted that having sex at work was risky, but an incredibly hot thought. I tried to decipher his movements, and wondered if this was the day that we were finally going to try it. As he went over to his desk, I looked back at the computer screen, biting my lip in thought. "Is that what he's here for? Do I make the first move? Do I wait for him?"

The fact that I didn't masturbate in quite a few days answered my question. I stood up, and saw him making his way back to the vicinity of my cubicle. "Get your ass here," I growled as I put my arms around him, and stood on tiptoes to taste his mouth. I rubbed his ass through his pants, putting my hands in his pockets. It was the only thing that prevented me from going right to his cock. I nibbled at his neck, and made my way up to biting his ear. I pressed hard against his jeans. "I want to feel your cock in me... and I want to feel your cum, and I want to hear you ask for it.

He leaned down, lessening the strain on me. He reached down and barely brushed his hands against my pants, yet I thought my pussy was going to melt. "You slut... I may have to ask for it, but you're going to need to beg for it." He slapped my ass, then kissed along my jawbone, down to my neck.

He knew how I liked it as we made out, progressively getting a little rougher, a little dirtier. I put my hands up his shirt as I fucked his mouth with my tongue. He bit it ever so slightly, and dry humped me as he rubbed my chest. My fingernails went ever so slightly into his back, and then something snapped, like we couldn't play these games anymore. Yes, we were at work, but we couldn't hold back as he took off my shirt and left me to be a little slut in my bra.

I gently shoved him down on my desk. He leaned back against the filing cabinet as I unzipped his jeans. His dick popped up through the fly of his boxers. I felt like I was in a porno, I laughed to myself in my mind: Fucking in the office, the dirty secretary giving the boss a blow job, his throbbing cock with a drip of precum on the head. He must be feeling good, too. I rubbed his boxers for a few minutes as we continued to kiss. I grabbed the waistband of his jeans and he scooted his ass up so I could pull them down.

He knew what was coming up. I spent many nights watching porn and reading erotic stories to learn some interesting techniques. I worked his cock in my hand a little bit, jerking him while I licked and kissed his balls. I moved up, barely running my tongue up the shaft to the head. When I finally got to the top, I ran my tongue in a spiral all around the head. I looked up, and he was breathing heavily while resting against the filing cabinet.

I moved back down, and nibbled at the shaft for a little bit. Then without warning, I went completely down on him, deep-throating him. I heard a little gasp as I blew him, sucking him in my mouth, then popping out.

He must have moved a little on my desk, because the rustle of papers startled me into standing up instead of my leaning over position of the blowjob. He jerked his body as well in surprise, and I moved up to him and kissed him deeply, the scent of his cock and precum now on his mouth. I tried to decide what I enjoyed more: Giving him the taste of his cock on him, or receiving the taste of my pussy after he ate me out. As I was deep in thought, tonguing his mouth, he reached around for my bra and took it off with ease. He tossed it out of the way and massaged my boobs, then tweaked my nipples.

It felt good, but I wanted to get back to his cock. I got a little more intense as I sucked him a little harder and took him a little deeper in my mouth. My lips were firmly around him as I went down and inhaled his smell. I pulled my lips off of him, and moved up to squeeze my tits around his cock. He bucked his hips up to fuck them, and I squeezed harder as a preview of what he'd hopefully be feeling later. All of a sudden, I took him back in my mouth, bobbing my head up and down and swirling my tongue all over him. Once again, I popped him out of my mouth, making sure there was enough spit on his dick to give him a nice handjob. I gently bit his inner thighs as I worked him up and down. His cock felt perfect in my hand, and perhaps it was just the extra wetness on it, but it felt like it was getting warmer and harder. 

I heard a moan, and "I'm going to cum."

I let go of his cock.

"Do you want to cum?" I teased.

"Oh god, yes."

I ran a finger from his balls, up the shaft and to the head. "Tell me how bad you want it."

"Please, just give it to me... I want to unload in your little bitch mouth."

I quickly put him back in my mouth, and I felt a twitch and the sudden squirt of hot jizz filling my mouth. I swallowed like I spent days in the desert without water as I played with his balls, gently squeezing them to get as much cum as possible. I felt another shots in my mouth, but instead of swallowing I worked the cum around his head a little bit. It must have felt good to him, because I felt another twitch and squirt.

He looked spent as I cleaned him up, though there wasn't too much to clean! I gave us a few moments to recuperate, and went up to kiss him, with the salty flavour of his cum still in my mouth. He ran his fingers up and down my sides, making me shiver as sat up to kiss my neck. He swung his feet over the side of the desk, and stood up. He eased himself onto the ground, and grabbed me by the hand as he led me down to him.

While I was blowing him, I occasionally would look up to make sure no one was around. Nobody was scheduled to be in the office that day; the only reason I was there was to catch up on some work I missed earlier in the week. But as I knew what was coming for me, I realized that there was a certain thrill in the still and silent office. My cubicle was located in such an area of the office that we could hear someone come in and they would not immediately see us. The problems with what we were doing were that we were so horny that neither one of us probably would have noticed if someone entered, and even if we did we were only half dressed. But that is what made this situation even more exciting.

Almost once I got down to the floor, He reached for my pants and took off my pants and underwear. No nonsense. I like that! He pushed me to the ground, using my pants as a pillow for me against the generic office carpeting. He straddled me, and leaned down to kiss me while he reached down and ran his finger up and down my lips. I was almost embarrassed with how wet I was. I could easily smell my pussy from my panties underneath my head. I moaned over his touch, then all of a sudden I felt his finger enter me. He finger fucked me at a steady pace, and the moment I caught his gaze as I looked down, he pushed his index finger way up and used a come-hither motion that made me shiver. His single finger already made my tight pussy feel full, but he pushed his middle finger in and once again used that steady pace to fuck my cunt. He added his thumb to my hard clit, and I pushed myself up to make it feel even deeper. When I started to do that, he pulled out and teased me by once again running his fingers gently up and down my slit. He knew I liked when he played with my pussy roughly, but he also knew that the teasing of build up and slow down really drives me over the edge.

He pushed my legs apart, and went down on me. Oh god! I jumped as soon as I felt his tongue separating my lips. His mouth felt amazing on me, and I knew how nicely he worked that tongue! He lapped up my pussy, his five o'clock shadow providing with just the right amount of roughness on my shaved pussy and legs. He tongued my clit like I tongued the head of his cock--slowly, spiraling, then working it to hell. He softly gnawed on my lips, and I could feel that familiar feeling building in me deep down. I moaned as he shoved his tongue up my pussy.

I let out something in between a gasp, a yell, and a moan as he fucked me with his mouth. He came up for air, and ran his fingers up and down my thighs.

"Now I get to ask you this question... do you want to cum?"

"Oh god yes," I panted.

"You know, you're such a little slut, I think you should ask for it," he grinned.

I let out a heavy, frustrated sigh. "Can I please cum? I need to cum."

"Is that all you have?"

"Please, can I cum? My pussy needs you... I'm such a whore who needs some help cumming. Please give it to me. Please?"

He didn't say anything, but roughly shoved his two fingers back in me and fucked me deeply and roughly as he sucked on my clit, and gave it a firm bite. It sent me over the edge. "Oh god, fuck me, fuck your bitch!" He kept going as I felt my pussy contract around his fingers, my body convulsing with the electricity of the orgasm. He removed his fingers, pulled my lips, then rubbed my clit with his fingers, sending me into pleasure again. I am not sure when he stopped, because I felt like I was cumming for minutes. He eased his way up to me, circling my sensitive nipples with his fingertips, then offering his fingers to me... I sucked him with the energy and fervor with which I sucked his cock, and got a double dose of my pussy scent as he kissed me.

We both that that hazy, post-orgasm sleepiness to us, but it was better to get dressed than to risk being caught naked and sprawled across the floor. We slowly got up and I picked my clothes up from the floor. As I put on my pants, I noticed some bite marks on my inner thighs. How did that happen? I felt like I smelled like sex, but I'd fix that in the bathroom. He disappeared as quickly as he appeared, and I collapsed in my chair and stared into space.

I heard a door open, a female voice asking "Hello?", knowing that someone was there, but not really why.

It was a coworker. Thank goodness I was dressed, even though I had that red-faced and mussed hair, freshly fucked look. "I'm back here, finishing up some reports." I looked at the screen, and I was nowhere near finished. Oh well, fuck them.

"Hey there, just wanted to finish mine up too." Her cube was near the front door, but she headed for the kitchenette for some coffee. Probably was going to steal my takeout from yesterday, too, that bitch.

I saw him come from the back, keys in his hand.

"Hey, uh, thanks," I muttered. What else do you say after an incredible orgasm?

"No... thank you."

I was curious, so I asked the pressing question on my mind. "So what did you come here for?"

He looked surprised, but easily quipped, "I came.. to cum." He slapped my ass, and left me to work on my TPS reports with a stinging ass, a wet pussy, and a check mark on my sexual exploits checklist.