Copier Room Lust

Copier Room Lust

Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

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Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

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Summary

Deb's luck seems to run out when it comes to machines, but maybe she can get lucky in a whole better way that improves her mood considerably one late night at the office.

Summary

Deb's luck seems to run out when it comes to machines, but maybe she can get lucky in a whole better way that improves her mood considerably one late night at the office.

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Submitted: June 30, 2016

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Submitted: June 30, 2016

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Peep!  Peep!  The contraption mocked her. 

“Come on you piece of crap!” Deb fussed at the multipurpose copier.  She needed her damn documents printed this decade as handouts for her presentation tomorrow! 

Peep!  Peep!  She kicked her nemesis in frustration.  “Ugh!  Xerox machines suck!” Deb lamented irritably. 

Spinning away from it in a huff before she did more than kick it again, Deb jumped with a start.  Her heart leaped to her throat. 

“You…” she whispered, stunned that she wasn’t alone at the office after all. 

The stranger from the stuck elevator!  Here?!  This man would be hard to forget in the passion he kindled in her almost three weeks ago.  Tall, built, neatly packaged in his classic suit.  Deb noted the bit of salt and pepper in his well-groomed hair.  Yum!  

The heat in his bedroom eyes would tell her no lies.  “Grant actually,” he responded with an amused smirk and closed the space between them from the threshold.

“Grant?  As in president and CEO, Grant Odell?” Deb questioned blinking and clearing her ears with her index fingers.

Grant nodded.  “Are you having trouble with my machines again?”

Speechless, she turned away, nearly panting trying to get her bearings and failing!  Especially once his hands kneaded her tense neck and shoulders.  Deb squeezed her thighs together.  Wetness seeped into her panties unbidden.  Oh, God!  This couldn’t be happening again!  Not with the company owner she worked for!

“Tsk…tsk…so stiff, Deb.  You really need to relax.”  His thumbs worked their magic, and she fell under his spell…again.

“Oh…that’s nice,” she moaned.

“Ah, but I can make you feel even better,” he said at her ear.

Deb gasped when she felt his hands at her wrists.  His body pressed her down against the display glass of the copier machine suddenly. 

“Don’t move,” he ordered before sliding down behind her, tracing her backside with his fingertips.  Kneeling, Grant lifted her skirt to expose her bikini panties.  He groped her firm nether cheeks in both hands through them.  “Damn!  What a sexy ass,” he whispered and pulled her panties down to her ankles. 

Grant spread her cheeks and then wallowed his face between them.  He groaned with the sample of her slit front to back along his tongue.  Deb whimpered for him not to stop.  In answer, his tongue penetrated her seeking her creamy center.  At her tender nub, Grant sucked her into an oblivion of quivers.  Her knees buckled at the slamming arrival of her orgasm, but he supported her.  His oral seduction continued lapping at her with greed.

A different hardness joined her renewing her cries when his tongue departed.  Grant draped over her soft body thrusting slow yet balls deep while kissing her neck.  He clutched her wrists on the copier once more working his cock faster inside her inviting cave.  Both their breathing raged out of control nearing the pinnacle together.  For his last, Grant gave her the roughest fuck imaginable.

The copier protested throughout their rut.  Peep!  Peep! 


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