6 comments/ 21665 views/ 8 favorites I May Need To Get Another Job By: AJQuick Katie, I may have to get another job! I hate that they moved you into another building during the reorganization. I miss our chats. I'm pretending to work but I can't concentrate. I have to tell you what happened today. You know this has been a crazy week around here. I think management has lost their minds! I know you lost two people from your department, and we lost three in ours. The work has just been piling up everywhere. For the past three days I've been taking work home and working until midnight every night so I could catch up, but I'm still way, way behind. How do they expect us all to do the same workload when we were already so busy before! Then, on Wednesday night, as I'm sitting at my table with a bottle of wine and work piled all over my kitchen table, my dad called. My mom found a lump in her breast last week. They did a bunch of test and the doctors are sure it is nothing, but they won't get the final results until Monday so, as you can imagine, it is really stressing me out. I've been checking my breasts every day just to make sure I don't have one as well. Which reminds me, are we still doing that walk for cancer next month? After this week, I really, really want to participate. Can you send me the info again? I want to raise as much money as possible before next month. On top of all of that, my cat was sick this week so I took her to the vet. Five hundred dollars later, she is fine. So on top of working more, I get to figure out how to pay THAT off. I love how they just dump all this extra shit on us but they aren't going to give us increases for the next two years. I'm really starting to hate it here. On top of all THAT, my boyfriend has been acting like a total ass lately. It was a really shitty week and I tried talking to him on the phone the other night but I could tell her was distracted. He had his friends over to his place and they were all playing games. Instead of focusing on me, he just sat there in his living room with all of his friend around and he kept telling me to stop being a baby. My mom may have cancer but I am just being a baby? Seriously? When I took my cat to the vet, Mr. Asshole didn't even offer to help me pay the vet bills. His parents are LOADED. They let him live at home for free, they paid for his car, paid for his tuition, and he has some sort of trust fund that he is going to get when he is twenty-five. Whatever money he does make from his job seems to go up in smoke...literally. He sits around smoking pot and gaming with his friends all day. Here I am with two jobs, paying for my apartment, my car, my student loans, along with everything else, and he can't even help me pay for the vet bill for the cat that HE wanted? Needless to say, I've been getting tired of it. The final straw happened last night. After I finished work at 11:00 pm last night, I sent him a text to see if he was still awake. I was thinking that it would be nice to just sit on the couch and watch some stupid movie, cuddle, and just talk to him about everything that has been going on at work. He called me back and says, "I want to come over and put my sausage in you." Oh how romantic! I'm such a lucky girl! He couldn't even get out a 'Hello' first! Well, I blew up and I exploded on him. I've had the worst week ever and he couldn't bother to come over and help in any way, but the only way he WILL come over is if he can have some pussy!? I don't think so! After screaming into the phone for thirty minutes, I hung up on him. I thought about it for a minute, called him back, and simply said, "We're finished!" and I hung up on him again. Of course, he hasn't cared enough to call or text since. What a loser I was to put up with all of his stupidity for so long! Did you know that if you pour half a bottle of red wine into a half eaten, half gallon container of chocolate ice cream, you can drown your sorrows for about an hour? It's true. I woke up this morning with a very bizarre hangover and a huge chocolate and wine stain on my bed. Apparently, I was so exhausted that I passed out before I could finish my chocolate and wine indulgence, and I ended up spilling it all over my white bedspread. I stood there next to the bed, staring at the stain, trying to figure out how I would explain away the huge stain to any future visitor. It looked exactly like I had diarrhea and my period all at the same time. I contemplated just dousing it with gasoline and set my whole apartment on fire to get the stain out, but I resisted the temptation. I was SO close to calling in sick, but I had too many files at home that I knew had to be processed today, and since we can be terminated for taking files home, I knew I needed to get them back into the office. I dragged my ass out of bed and took a shower. I didn't care what I wore today and I just reached into the closet and put on the first two things that I pulled out. I put on a white tank, and my floral print maxi skirt. I was glad I had found something loose because I felt like a bloated, sick whale this morning. Two minutes for a pony tail, eye makeup and lipstick and I was out the door. I didn't give a shit about anyone or anything at that point. I just wanted to get the day over with so I could go home and hide under my shitty, bloody bed spread and hide from the rest of the world. Do you believe in karma? I only ask because I did something out of the ordinary for me. I went to buy a coffee this morning and as I was waiting for the person in front of me, I took a look behind me and there was a line of people behind me and they all looked as miserable as I did. I figured, if I couldn't smile, maybe I could give some smiles out today. When it was my turn at the register, I handed the woman $40 and I quietly told her that I wanted her to use the money to pay for all the people behind me until there was no more. You should have seen the look on her face! Grabbing my coffee, I quietly walked out. I figured, at least SOMEONE would get to start their day on a good note with a free coffee. So I get to my desk and carefully sneak the files back into the pile that was on my desk, and as I was drinking my coffee, Mr. Asshole sends me a text, telling me that he hopes we can get together tonight. No apology or anything, he just wants to come over and "cuddle". Basically he was still just asking for pussy. I lost it. I started to cry right there at my desk. That stupid idiot could care less about me. I had given him so much over the past two years, and all he could think about was his tiny dick. (I know I said he was big before, but I lied because I didn't want everyone to know how frustrated I was. It is small. Too small.) As I sat there, sniffling, I get an instant message from my new team leader, Jamal. I'll copy and paste it. I May Need To Get Another Job Ch. 02 Katie, Last night was so frustrating! Jamal finished his last meeting and I waited around for him as he met with all the department heads. As he would pass by on his way to each department heads office, he would look at me and pout, as if to say, "Please get me away from these guys!" It was almost 7:30 and I couldn't fake anymore work. You know how strict they have become about working overtime. I sent him a message that I had to leave and I gave him my number. I ran home and cleaned my apartment as fast as I could and ordered in some food. At 9:00 pm, he finally sent me a text that he was going to be leaving the office soon, but then at 9:20 he sent me another text that he had a flat tire. At 9:45 he said he couldn't get the tire off of his car, and he was calling a tow truck. And then at 11:15 he sent another text and told me he was still waiting for the tow truck. I started to have doubts about all of the excuses, so I sent him a text and told him that he didn't have to make anymore excuses. He didn't have to come over if he didn't want to, but I would appreciate some honesty. He sent back two pictures. One was of his flat tire, and the other was of the broken car lifter thingy. I felt really bad for doubting him. He then sent a few texts telling me he would love to grab the tire and put it in the stairwell, and then he said he would love to get his hands on the tire, and how badly he wanted to squeeze and spank the tire. At first, I thought the stress had gotten to him and maybe he was losing his mind! After I thought about it for a few minutes, I realized we were both on company phones and he was just being discreet. While I'm perfectly fine with losing my stupid job, I think he is definitely more concerned. Katie, that man has large hands and it felt great to have them all over my body. Mr. Asshole never touched me like that. Mr. A hardly touched me at all. I have no idea what I did, but after a few months he just stopped showing an interest. The funny thing is that I don't even miss him. It has only been a few days, but I'm just so much happier without him. I should have taken your advice months ago. I was very tempted to send Jamal a picture of my ass to remind him of the great view that he had in the stairwell. I even took the picture, but I couldn't bring myself to send it. It is a company phone and if he wanted to be discreet, I could be discreet, but really the bottom line is that I really don't know Jamal very well. I've only worked with him for six months and we had one brief encounter. ...but it was an intense, amazing encounter. At midnight, I sent him a text that I was tired and he should go home, and we could discuss the "forms" at the office. He protested for a while, but honestly, at that point I was too annoyed to have him over. So I went to bed alone...and very frustrated. So who knows what will happen. He looks really sexy today too. Since it is casual Friday, he wore loose fitting jeans and an oversized baseball jersey. I smiled when I realized the shirt was really long...long enough to cover his crotch. I'm hoping that is the reason why he wore it... I know that is the reason why I wore my cute my tank top, the one that you always say shows my girls whenever I lean forward, and my A-Line skirt with the sexiest panties in my drawer. I was hoping Jamal would want another feel of my legs and hips again, but he has barely said a word to me today. Oh well, maybe it was just a one time thing. I wanted to ask you if you wanted to go to my sisters birthday party next Saturday. She is turning 21 so we were thinking of taking her to a few bars, and maybe even a club. She is a lightweight so I don't know if she will even make it to the club but it should be a fun night. There are about twelve of us going. Some of her college friends and may- Look what I just received! __ JAMAL S: Want to walk to the lobby? Usual route? 2 min? __ Hell yes I do! He is talking about the stairwell! I'll let you know what happens! Be right back! ********************************************************** Holy shit! Oh wow... My cheeks are still flushed and I'm still trying to slow down my heart rate. That was hot! My hands are still shaking but let me tell you what happened... He walked past my desk toward the door and I gave him a quick wink and pretended to keep working. I immediately had butterfiles in my stomach as soon as I saw his eyes. After a few seconds, I started to gather some papers and headed for the copier room. On my way to the copier room, stupid Linda from accounting starting to ask me a bunch of questions about one of my accounts. I told her I needed to make copies and use the restroom and then I would stop by her desk and help her. I ditched her, cut through the copier room, and used the door there to get to the hallway. Jamal was just opening the door to the stairwell as I exited the copier room. As I walked to the stairwell, he held the door open for me and kept looking back and forth down the hall to make sure no one was coming. I quickly walked into the stairwell and down the stairs as he stayed behind to softly close the door. He closed it with a soft 'click'. I walked down one floor and waited for him at the same door where we were yesterday. It seemed to work out well since it is an Exit Only door. It gives us a little time to escape without having to worry about anyone coming in . He quickly walked down the stairs, walked right up to me and gave me a really big hug. I wrapped my arms around him and we hugged tightly. My hands quickly slid down his back and I grabbed his ass. (It's a delicious ass and I wanted him to know I was ready for some fun!) We both knew why we were in the stairwell, but I wanted Jamal to feel at ease and not worry that I was expecting something else. I spun around and put my back to him, just like yesterday. I reached out and put my hands over his large hands and I placed them on my stomach. The warmth of his hands gave me goosebumps. With my hands on his, I slowly slid them up my body until they were on top of my breasts, over my clothes. My nipples started getting harder than they already were when I felt how hot they were. He cupped my breasts in his hands and squeezed them softly. I let go of his hands and I slowly reached back and held his hips with my hands, and I pushed him back against him slowly until his back was up against the concrete wall. I then started to gyrate my hips and grind against him slowly. His breathing changed and his hands squeezed my breasts a little tighter. I could feel his cock quickly growing and it started to rub against my ass. I just kept shifting my hips so I could keep rubbing it with my ass as much as possible. I was getting so hot knowing I was turning him on and I was making him so hard. His hand started to slide down my stomach to my pussy, but I grabbed his wrist and turned around quickly. Whispering, I said, "Yesterday was my day, today is your day." I winked and then I grabbed his pants and I unbuttoned the top button of his jeans and I slowly slid my hand down his pants as I put my left arm around him and pulled him close to me. I moved a little to my left and he put his right arm around me. He pulled his pants down as far as he could with his left thumb so I could get easier access. My fingertips quickly found his hot cock but I slowly wrapped my fingers around it. The heat was intense on my palm. I leaned my head forward and rested my head on his chest as I slowly started to stroke him. He leaned his head against mine as he let out a quiet moan. He then pulled me close and- KACHUNK Shit! Someone's entered the stairwell, but we could tell it was many floors above us. We stood there, motionless, as the footsteps stomped hard on each step. Thankfully, they were going up. I started to stroke him again, as slowly and carefully as I could as we listened to the footsteps, and then- KACHUNK Silence. We were once again alone in the stairwell. I slowly pulled my hands out of his pants and took a step back and fanned myself. The stairwells are not air conditioned so I was starting to sweat like crazy and I could tell my face was red. Jamal took a step forward, but I pushed him back with both hands on his chest until his back was against the wall. I then took a step back and grabbed the bottom of my shirt with both hands, I pulled it up slowly, and then I grabbed the bottom of my bra, and pulled it up over my breasts, letting them fall free, exposing them to Jamal. I've always been proud of my breasts but I still had to smile when his eyes opened wide and again tried to step forward. I shook my head no and pointed as I covered myself with my arms. I wanted him to stay against the wall. He looked up, as if to pray for mercy, and then moved backward, stared into my eyes, smiled, and licked his lips. Once again I lifted my shirt, but this time I held my shirt up with my right hand while my left hand teased and played with my nipples. I didn't have to really play with them because my nipples were rock hard. I just wanted to put a show on for- kachunk I quickly lowered my shirt and we both listened intently. We had heard a door open, but it wasn't in the stairwell. We then heard two mens voices approaching. They were in the hallway right next to us! I pulled up my shirt and continued to play with my breasts and nipples as the voices approached. As they came even closer, I turned and pulled up the back of my skirt to reveal the red thong I am wearing today. Jamal shook his head slowly and pulled the front of his jeans open with his left thumb, and with his right hand he pulled out his hard, black cock. He started to slowly stroke it as he watched me shake my ass. I loved that he was stroking himself as the voices grew louder. Thankfully, we were standing next to an Exit Only door, but it was still erotic that he was doing it. As the voices passed the door, I turned again to face him. I let go of my shirt down and squatted in front of Jamal. I grabbed his hot cock with my hand and he let go. It was the first time I had ever seen a black cock up close, and I was impressed. It was more than the size though. (Although he is big.) I found it so sexy to see his dark skin against mine. I loved how it was new and different to me. I loved how confident he was, even though people were so close to us. I pushed his cock upward and licked the bottom of his cock all the way from his balls to the tip, and then I took the tip of his beautiful cock into my mouth. He exhaled slowly through pursed lips, trying to stay as quiet as possible. I sucked on the tip softly as his delicious dark cock continued to grow in my mouth. Soon, he was as hard as a rock. While holding his cock with one hand, I started to softly suck on him, taking him deeper and deeper into my mouth. His cock was on fire. I've never felt such a hot cock against my tongue. It made me soaking wet. I know because I reached between my legs with my left hand and slowly rubbed my pussy as I sucked on that massive cock. He moaned loudly, and I stopped and took his cock out of my mouth. I put my finger to my saliva covered lips, to indicated he should keep quiet, and then I took him back into my mouth and sucked him harder and faster than before. I looked up and he had his eyes closed tight and he kept exhaling heavily. He then leaned forward slightly and started to slowly slide his big cock in and out of my hot mouth. I put my hands on his hips to help me balance as he put his large hand on the back of my head. He then slowly started to fuck my face. I love when a man does that to me. I love when he has to thrust. I love when he has to be control and when she can't help himself. I looked up and watched the pleasure in his eyes as he- KACHUNK I tried to pull away, but his large hand kept my mouth on his cock as he looked up. We could hear the tap of high-heels as they walked down each step. They were far away, maybe two to three floors above us, but they were coming down toward us. He looked down and looked me in the eye, and then he slowly started to slide that thick cock in and out over my wanting tongue again. He moved slowly and carefully. *How long will you go until you pull out?* Tap, Tap, Tap. The footsteps were coming closer and closer. We never looked away from one another, I just let him slide in and out of my mouth as the footsteps approached. Tap, Tap, Tap. His hand didn't move from the back of my head. My heart started to beat out of my chest. Would he really let someone see him with his cock in my mouth? As I stared up at him, a shadow slowly crept down the wall. Whoever was coming was almost to our floor... Tap, Tap, Tap. They just passed the door at our floor...and they didn't stop. I saw the high heeled shoe as it stepped down, and my eyes probably bugged out of my head. The tapping of the shoes continued as he let go, lifted me up by my arms to help me stand. As I pulled my shirt and skirt down, he flipped his cock into his pants. I looked past Jamal and I could see the persons hand at the bottom of the handrail, at the last step before the turn. Right before the person turned, Jamal scooped me up in one arm and lunged forward! We both crashed through the metal Exit door. KACHUNK. Once again we both walked quickly to our respective restrooms. I pushed the restroom door open and I quickly looked under all the stalls. I was alone. I picked the stall farthest from the door and quickly entered, turned and locked the door, reached up under my skirt and pulled my panties down to the floor. I put my left leg up on toilet and as I leaned back against the wall, I started to rub my clit as fast as I could. I wanted to cum while standing. I wanted to feel what I felt yesterday. I could feel and hear how soaking wet I was. My orgasm quickly approached, but I ached so bad for Jamal's cock that I pushed two fingers inside of my soaking wet pussy and started to fuck myself. I imagined he was in the next restroom, stroking that thick cock and cumming all over while he imagined cumming down my throat. That thought quickly sent me over the edge and I had to reach up and grabbed the top of the stall wall to prevent myself from falling as my intense orgasm crashed into me and made my knees weak. I did my best to hold in my moans as the orgasm rushed through me like a train. Standing while cumming, and holding in my moans and screams was so...I don't have the words. My insides were wildly out of control while I was trying so hard to keep the outside in control. My orgasm finally started to subside. I pulled my fingers out of my pussy and I started to suck every sweet, creamy drop off of them. I wanted so badly for those fingers to be Jamal's beautiful cock. I wanted so badly to see my creamy white cum all over his dark skin. I craved to taste both of our cum together. As I started to get my bearings, I looked down and I was a hot mess. My bra was off and twisted under my shirt. My panties were around my ankle, and I was dizzy, hot, and sweaty. I slowly started to get myself back together. I dressed slowly and made sure I was neat and presentable again. I stayed in the stall another few minutes, trying to cool down and get myself back together. I walked to the sink and put cool water on the back of my neck. All I wanted to do was go find Jamal, take him to a quiet spot, and let him ram me with that huge rod for ten minutes. Unfortunately, I couldn't do that so I had to stand there and try and get my bearings. I could barely even think. Finally, two women came into the restroom and I rushed out without even thinking. I just went. Sitting down at my desk, I looked around for Jamal but I couldn't see him. I moved my mouse, realizing we must have been gone a while because the screensaver was on, and that doesn't go on unless I'm gone a looong time. I saw this: --- JAMAL S: Your analysis of the project was...hot. I leave with the CEO on an emergency business trip in an hour but I'll be back on Tuesday. We will discuss the project then. --- Katie, how am I going to make it until Tuesday!?! I need that delicious man in the worst way! I'm aching so bad to have him inside me even though I'm still trying to get my heart rate back to normal! If I do see him on Tuesday, do I invite him over, or do we do more in the stairwell? On the one hand, I would love to be completely free so we can do whatever we want to each other, on the other hand, nearly getting caught in the stairwell is so exciting! I can't even think about it. I have to get some work done! Delete this email and call me after work. I need a drink! Shit! I forgot to talk to him about your transfer. I'll send him an email now! Sheesh, my hands are still trembling...and here comes that stupid bitch, Linda! Call me, Jaime I May Need To Get Another Job Ch. 03 Katie, I'm going crazy! I've had to wait all day and it is making me an unproductive lunatic! Jamal wasn't in the office when I arrived this morning so I kept my eye on his new assistant. I have no idea what her name is, because I honestly don't care. She is just a temp who is working with him until his assistant returns from maternity leave. I suppose I should learn her name as she could be useful. Anyway, as soon she went to the lunchroom for coffee, I followed her. After I poured my coffee I tried to nonchalantly ask when Jamal was coming in. I made up some lame excuse about having some reports I wanted to discuss with him. I think that smart little bitch is catching on. She told me that his plane was delayed and then gave me a wink. Although she did say she would let me know when he arrived. It is so hard to get information out of her without blurting out, "Can you please tell me when that amazing, handsome, intelligent man with the big cock returns?" I hope she is an ally and not an enemy, or I will definitely be looking for another job. When I sat back down at my desk I thought, No problem. He'll return and I'll invite him out to dinner, take him back to my place, and then I can finally get the relief that I so badly need! Well, that was my thinking until I received this text this morning - "Stuck on the runway. Won't be back at the office 4 pm. Have to fly out again at 7:00 pm. Frustrating." I nearly screamed. So, I've been sitting here waiting, knowing he will only be in the office for maybe an hour, and I will once again have to wait for several days when we can finally go out on a date and I can devour...I mean...enjoy his company. Unfortunately, waiting for him to arrive has been rather distracting. I've done one...one thing all day. I can't concentrate on anything at all. I did the same analysis three times on the exact same report this morning. I'm such a dolt. I just can't stop thinking about him. I've never been attracted to any of my co-workers before so I've never dealt with all of these feelings. I feel like such a stalker when I look over at his desk 200 times a day even when I know he isn't here. It's like I'm obsessed! You know me, I don't obsess over any guy ever. Ever! Honestly, I haven't felt like this since high school when I had that crush on Tommy Freedman. Remember how I would sit in class and just stare at him? Going to class every day was so conflicting. I wanted to see him and drool over him, and at the same time I had butterflies every day before walking into that room. I'm almost 30 years old and when I pulled open the big glass doors in the lobby and walked in this morning, I got those same butterflies. I don't know if this is lust, or a crush, or something more meaningful, but it is fun and it feels awesome! I keep staring at the clock wishing it would go faster and faster. Since I can't think anyway, I figured I'd update you. Jamal should arrive within the next thirty minutes, so if this email suddenly cuts off, it means he walked in and I clicked Send! UGH! I forgot to tell you yesterday that Mr. Asshole came over to get the rest of his things on Saturday. I have no idea what I was thinking when I agreed to let him move in with me. Last week, when I thought Jamal was going to come over, I took all of Mr. Asshole's things and I shoved them into my closets, so I spent all day Saturday pulling all of his shit back out and boxing it up. So he comes over yesterday and after he put everything in his car he comes back into my apartment, looks around and says, "Well, that should be everything. Hey, you look good. Can I have a goodbye fuck?" Seriously? I nearly threw up in my mouth! I couldn't wait to get him and his shit out! Thankfully, ten minutes after he left I received a text from Jamal. "Your paperwork is incomplete. You will need to be disciplined." It made me giddy to hear from him. I understood what he meant because all weekend long I would receive cryptic texts like: "I found a long error in your report. I know it is hard. Please see me when I return." "I think we can File Under Charles Keating. Monday, Everyone Needs Overtures Withdrawn." I put the bold in there for you. I stared at that last message for an hour before I could see what he was trying to tell me! On Sunday, I went out and bought a personal phone. While it is a fun game to try and figure out what he is trying to tell me, it is also annoying. I just want to be able to communicate with Jamal without having all the corporate restrictions and eyes on us. When he gets back I'll suggest he get one as well. That is, if he ever gets back! It is now 4:02! At least writing to you keeps my mind busy. The last thirty minutes seemed to fly by compared to the rest of the day. I swear the seconds were taking hours to pass. Last night after work I went shopping to get something new so I could really catch Jamal's eye today. I went to six different stores and I ended up buying this pretty blue wrap dress. I like the way it fits but it does end up showing off my leg a little. I know because that creepy guy in Accounting has been sending me inter-office chat messages telling me he can see my inner thigh as I walk in this dress, which apparently gives him the right to ask if he can lick my inner thigh. How is it the creeps are allowed to be creeps but the sexy, intelligent guys always have to be good? Can't the good guys be naughty once in a while too? Tick, tock, tick, tock. 4:11. Katie, no matter what happens...do NOT let me go full stalker on Jamal! LOL. It feels like I am becoming one. I was just looking up apps to track smartphones. At least then I wouldn't have to sit here and stare at the clock. I would know when he was going to arrive. LOL. Okay, I'm officially insane. 4:20. I stopped writing so I could tidy up my desk. That took a whopping nine minutes. Now what do I do? Oh I can hear you saying it now, "Well you could work you crazy bitch!" I know, but I can't concentrate on anything today! I'm also starving. I didn't want to have to rush back to my desk so I told the girls I was going to take a late lunch today. I really want to have my normal- Oh shit! He just walked in. Talk to you later! ------------ I'm back! Oh shit! Oh SHIT! OH SHIT! Trying to catch my breath here. Let me try to think clearly so I can give you every juicy detail. Jamal put down his things, looked through his messages, wrote on a sticky note and put the note a folder and then he walked past me and put the folder on my desk. The note simply said: STAIRS! I hid the note and put my things away, and then told the girls I was going for lunch. I grabbed my purse and walked out through the main office doors. When I got into the hallway Jamal was waiting for me by the stairwell. I looked around and no one else was in the hallway so I ran to the stairwell. We entered the stairwell and we walked down to our usual spot. I put my purse down by the door so I could easily grab it if we had to leave quickly. Jamal walked down the stairs and we embraced tightly. We both listened for a moment to make sure no one else was in the stairwell as we hugged. "I missed you," I finally whispered. "I missed you too. I was so pissed when I found out I have to fly out again tonight." "How long is this trip?" I tried my best not to sound desperate. "Five very, very, very frustrating days." I can't wait five more days! I refused to wait five more days. It felt great to be back in his strong, muscular arms. My hands were rubbing his muscular back and he had his arms around me, but I wasn't going to wait five days, no matter what the consequences were. Slowly, I pushed his arms down and his hands went from around my back down to my ass, and I held his arms still to let him know I wanted his hands on my ass. He squeezed my ass tightly and then slowly rubbed it. (Thank God for squats!) He backed away slightly and looked at me with those beautiful brown eyes. He whispered, "I can't feel your panties." "That's because I'm not wearing any," I whispered as I smiled. He started to smile like a Cheshire cat and then he continued to squeeze my ass. Inch by inch his fingers slid further and further down my ass. I knew what he really wanted. I broke our embrace and pushed him up against the wall. I reached around to my hip and untied the knotted material that held my dress together. Remember how the creep could see my inner thigh? That was because last night I modified the dress. I cut a slit all the way up the front of it. When it is wrapped around my waist, you get a little peek of my inner thigh, but when I untie the knot and open the front... Maybe I was secretly hoping we would end up back in the stairwell. Maybe. After untying the knot, I let the dress fall free. I put my fingers into the slit and then pulled the dress open in the front and then put my hands up on my hips while still holding the dress. It was like the curtains being opened to a stage. I stared him right in the eyes...which was only for a second because Jamal just had to look down. Did I tell you I love his smile? I reached over and grabbed his right hand as I spread my legs slightly, and I put his large, warm hand in between my legs. I exhaled and closed my eyes as the heat of his hand immediately made me wet. He cupped my pussy with his hand as he leaned forward and kissed me! The kiss took my by surprise! Yes, he has made me cum, and I've sucked on his beautiful hard cock, but I was still surprised that he wanted to kiss me. His lips were warm and soft and the kiss was actually quite passionate. His finger slowly started to slide over my pussy lips while his lips were gliding over my lips. I could hear how soaking wet I was. He parted my pussy lips by spreading his fingers apart, and then I felt his finger start to search for me. I stopped kissing because I started to breathe heavy. His finger then slid between my lips and I started to pant every time the tip of his finger touched my pussy. He could have easily slid his finger inside of me but he didn't. He just kept circling his fingertips over my soaking wet, tight pussy. I couldn't help myself anymore. I reached over and started to undo his belt as quickly as I could. My lust was at an immeasurable level and I whimpered when I couldn't undo the stupid button on the top of his pants. It was really tight and it was really pissing me off! I would have ripped his pants open if I had the strength! He must have seen my frustration because he took his hand off of my pussy and helped me with his button. As he put his hand back onto my pussy, I dug into the front of his pants like I was digging into a present on Christmas morning. I reached into his pants and as my fingers slid around that thick cock, Jamal's fingers started to spread my pussy lips again. My desire for his cock was distracted slightly by the pleasure of his fingers sliding back and forth over my wet pussy lips. His fingers rubbed over my clit and I moaned. He covered my mouth with his left hand for a moment, to remind me to keep quiet. I started to stroke his hard cock quickly with my right hand as he teased my pussy. We stared into each others eyes, communicating silently. I then reached up with my left hand, grabbed the back of his neck, and pulled him close to me so I could kiss him as I gripped his big, black, hard cock tighter and started to stroke it faster. He plunged his finger into me... I moaned into his mouth as I finally had him inside of me. We kissed passionately as he slowly plunged his finger into me. I placed my left foot up on the wall behind him so he could easily get his finger deeper inside of me. I knew I was soaking wet so I couldn't understand why he was penetrating me so slowly. I thought his hand was being blocked so I reached down with my left hand to help him, and when I pushed on his hand, I realized it was intentionally sliding it in slow. He is such a fucking tease! He then quickly moved his hand and put his hand over mine, his middle finger over mine. He then slid both of our finger back inside me. I moaned as I felt the stretch, and moaned again as we both slowly slid our fingers in and out of me. "Shhhhhh," he reminded me. I didn't even realize how loud I was being. I was already in another time and place. I enjoying the moment far too much to notice my moans, squeals, or even screams. It was just all so intense. It was so intense that I realized I was no longer stroking him. It is hard to concentrate on stroking a cock when you you are being fingered so perfectly. We then started to get into the perfect rhyth- KERCHUK FUCK! I will forever hate the sound of a metal door opening in a stairwell. We both held perfectly still and we looked up. The footsteps were way above us. Jamal looked into my eyes and continued to finger me. I shook my head and slid my finger out and took my hand off of his cock. I absentmindedly reached for the ties on my dress, but I couldn't concentrate. His finger was still sliding in and out of me. I started to shake my head. Please no. I'm going to moan! He continued, his finger probing for my g-spot as the footsteps continued toward us. I bit my lip as his finger slowly slid over my g-spot. His eyes were full of pleasure as he could see the effect it was having on me. Tap, tap, tap, tap. The footsteps continued toward us. I reluctantly grabbed his wrist and slid his finger out of me as I put my leg down. I quietly put his finger all the way into my mouth and then slowly and quietly sucked all of my juices off of it. He closed his eyes and then looked up and flipped off the invisible person that was approaching us. We both laughed as quietly as possible. Tap, tap, tap, tap. The sound of the shoes hitting the concrete steps was still approaching us. Fuck you stranger! Go away! I started to wrap my skirt back around my waist. We've done this before. We could tell how much time we still had so we were ess panicked than before. Jamal continued to look up, his rock hard cock still out of his pants. I wrapped my fingers around his hot, black, shaft and stroked it a few more times. He tried to move my hands off of his shaft but I wouldn't let go. I was going to tease him and stroke him until we saw the person, just like he did to me when I sucked on his hot cock but- KERCHUNK We stood there, listening and waiting. Did someone new come into the stairwell or did the other person go out? Silence! Jamal looked at me and then gave me a sinister grin. He quickly grabbed me and spun me around so my back was to him. His right hand pushed my shoulder while his left hand pulled on my hip, causing me to bend over quickly. I reached out quickly and put my hands against the concrete wall to hold myself up as I spread my legs. His hands scrambled quickly for the bottom of my skirt, and he pulled it up over my ass and draped it over my back. He grabbed his cock with his right hand, and grabbed my neck with his left, his fingers wrapping slightly around my throat. The tip of his cock started to probe for my pussy but he was rushing and missed. When he missed the second time, I reached between my legs and helped guide him. He thrust hard. I gasped. I was instantly impaled. I was so wet and he thrust so hard that he filled me...and then he shoved himself in some more! It was the most full I've ever been. The stretch made my toes curl in my shoes and I let out a guttural yell. His left hand moved from my neck to my mouth to mute me. He slid out and slid back inside me very slowly twice, coating his hot shaft with my juices, and then he covered my mouth a little tighter, put his right hand on the back of my head, and started to ram me hard and fast. He was so big and thick and he was ramming me so hard and fast that I couldn't help but moan and squeal. His big hand muffled most of my noises. kerchunk We didn't move. We listened carefully. Someone was in the hallway. Jamal kept sliding himself in and out slowly as the person passed by the metal door. It is amazing what you can hear when your senses are heightened. His right hand went from the back of my head, down to my long brown hair. He grabbed a handful and pulled me back to him. "You have to be quiet," he whispered into my ear. I nodded. He moved his hand away from my face and stepped back slightly, and then he grabbed my hips and pulled me back toward him. I could no longer reach the wall so I turned and put my hands on the second step and put my ass up high for him. He shifted to the side and stood behind me. "Ready?" he whispered. I nodded, as I took in a deep breath. I knew what was coming. He slid himself back into me, causing me to gasp again. He then gripped my hips tightly and then started to fuck me hard and fast, plunging that hot, thick shaft into my soaking wet pussy as fast as he could go. I did my best to muffle my moans and screams. Fuck...that cock is huge! I just realized my toes were curled up in my shoes as I was typing this. Just the thought of him fucking me makes me wet...and dizzy. The only sound that you could hear in the stairwell were his bare hips colliding with my naked ass...and the sounds of his balls slapping my soaking wet clit. I fought with all my might to hold in my screams. I quickly felt his cock begin to swell within me. He started to thrust more intensely and I lost my grip on second step. I bent all the way forward at the waist and ended up with one forearm on the bottom step, and a hand gripping the railing somewhere. Jamal was too close to care about what position I was in or how awkward it was for me. He just kept slamming that big cock into my already sore pussy. A few more slams and then he shoved himself all the way inside of me. He grunted quietly and then as his body jerked, his hot cum shot deep inside of me. I let out a small moan as the cum rushed inside of me. He didn't pull his cock out and slam it back in like most men I have been with. He would just grind his cock into me as his cum gushed out of that long, hard shaft. Being rammed by such a big cock while having to be quiet, being in such a confined space, and knowing at any second someone could enter the stairwell was so intense. I didn't even care that I didn't cum. I wasn't even worried about cumming. I just wanted to have him inside of me and I wanted him to be pleased. I've never, ever, ever fucked anyone that I worked with before and I would never thinking of fucking someone at work, but I have to say... It was the fucking hottest thing I've ever done. He backed up slowly and his cock slipped out of me. My knees nearly buckled now that I wasn't being impaled with that telephone pole. "Shit, I don't have anything to clean up with," he said through his gasps. I quickly turned and knelt down and started to lick and suck his cum and my creamy juices off of his black skin. I loved hearing his moans as- KERCHUNK Fuck! The sound was close. That was the door from our floor! I quickly stood up as he shoved his cock into his pants and zipped up. I pulled my skirt down and turned and reached down and grabbed my purse as I felt his hand on my lower back. As I stood up he pushed open the door. We walked quickly down the hallway toward the restroom and I quickly realized my skirt was untied and still open in the front! I grabbed the side and pulled it to my hip and started to tie it again. Just before I got to the restroom, four women started to walk out. I was too embarrassed to be around them so I just kept walking. How could they not know I was being fucked just two minutes before? I put my head down and I walked to the elevators. As I stood there waiting for the elevators, I started to feel his cum slowly oozing out of me. I crossed my legs, hoping Jamal's cum wouldn't drip down onto the floor! And of course, the four bitches from the restroom also came to wait for the elevator. I May Need To Get Another Job Ch. 03 I know it sounds silly, but I felt like I had a spotlight shining down on me. "ATTENTION EVERYONE: Jaime just had sex in the stairwell!" I was sure that my flushed cheeks, my wrinkled skirt, and my trembling hands would give it away anyway! DING I walked into the elevator and headed for the back corner, turned and stared at the floor as the elevator descended. There were so many things that were rushing through my mind. DING I exited the elevator and quickly walked past the four babbling bitches and past the security desk and pushed open the big glass lobby doors and inhaled deeply as the fresh air and warm sun comforted me. As I walked down the street, I was finally able to get my heart rate and breathing back into control. Still, I couldn't help but smile as I ordered my lunch from that deli that is two blocks away. There was only two people in this world that knew I had cum smeared in between my thighs. I thought about washing it off but it made me feel sexy and dirty all at the same time. It must have shown on my face because all the men behind me in line kept smiling at me as I waited for my sandwich to be prepared. Pulling out my phone, I saw Jamal's text. JAMAL: You OK? I replied: Fantastic! At lunch. I walked back to the building, giddy like a schoolgirl. I pushed open the big glass doors and started to walk through the lobby. "Ma'am? Ma'am?" I was lost in my own little world until he called me the second time. I looked over to the security desk. "Yes?" I was puzzled. No one from security had ever spoken with me before. I looked up and it happened to be the cute security guard that usually smiles at me. "There's a note for you," he said. His arm was outstretched, the note between his fingers. I walked over and since I had my purse in my hand, I grabbed the note with the hand that had the sandwich. When I stepped into the elevator I put my purse on my arm so I could read the note. My hands started to shake. "I've been watching you in the stairwell. That was the hottest thing I've ever seen. Make sure it happens again or the video will end up your bosses desk." The security guard has been watching us every time! At first, I started to freak out! I went weak, had a knot in my stomach, and my heart was beating out of my chest. I had so many questions! Would he really notify our bosses? Was this blackmail? Would the video get put on the Internet? How much could he really see? Should I tell Jamal? But as the elevator reached my floor, I took a step to exit the elevator and I noticed I was wet again! Maybe I'm addicted to the excitement, or maybe I love being watched. Maybe I just want to protect Jamal and his job, or maybe I want the risk. Maybe I don't give a fuck about this job, or maybe I'm insane, but I'm definitely going to take Jamal back into the stairwell, especially now that I know someone is watching! So now I've done two things all day today. I've done analysis on one report (three times) and I managed to enjoy my delicious Jamal again in the stairwell. Let's go out for drinks soon! I need someone sane to talk to! Jaime I May Need To Get Another Job KACHUNK! FUCK! The sound was close, as the footsteps we heard were getting closer! I pulled my hands out of his pants, and pulled my bra down over my breasts as best as I could in less than a second. I pulled down my skirt and opened the door that was next to us, KACHUNK. I started to walk out and noticed Jamal wasn't following me. I looked back and he pointed to his erect cock and shrugged as if to say, "What am I going to do with THIS?" Looking back and forth in the hallway, I could see the coast was clear so I motioned for him to come out. We quickly walked down the hallway and ducked into our respective restrooms that were just a few feet away. I quickly walked into a stall and tried to get my clothes on correctly and wait for my face to stop being so flushed. Fanning myself, I realized that was the hottest thing to happen to me in a very long time, and we didn't even have sex! It was such a rush to do that in a place where we could be caught. I still ached for his hot, hard cock to be inside of me so I contemplated fingering myself right there in the stall. Unfortunately, a few other ladies came into the restroom at that moment. I left the stall, straightened my hair the best I could, and exited the restroom. When I stepped back out into the hallway, people were starting to exit their offices to leave for lunch so I glanced behind me for Jamal. When I didn't see him in the hallway, I made my way to the elevator and back up to my office. Arriving back at my desk, I tried my best to catch my breath and get focused on work. After thirty minutes, I got the following messages from Jamal: