Office Lust

Office Lust

My supervisor Sarah informs me to head up to the top floor in the middle of the afternoon.  No explanation.  Nervously, I approach the big boss’ office after the red-haired secretary told me to.  I shut the door behind me to look upon a huge office, ultra-modern.  A conference table with video conferencing equipment set up on one side of the room, a comfortable couch and lounge chairs decorated the space also.  Another room off to the side, a bathroom perhaps. 

Before me stands Grant.  The sight of him steals my breath like the other times we met for sex.  He wears no jacket with the sleeves of his dress shirt rolled up on strong forearms baring veins.  He unbuttons his collar and loosens his tie before running his hand over his salt and pepper hair.  His eyes lock on me with noticeable heat, and I freeze where I stand. 

“Get it done.  You fucked this up.  You fix it,” he growls and slams the receiver in the cradle.  Leaning forward on his desk, he still stares at me like a predator.  “Come here, Deb.”

“You know I can come back later,” I say quickly wanting to flee.

“I want you now.  Come here to me,” he purrs.

My legs carry me over to him before I can think it through.  What a mistake! 

Clutching me near, I know he feels the rapid rise and fall of womanly peaks.  His crotch presses to advance toward my hot center.  His mouth captures mine in a wild dalliance I can’t resist.  Wedging his knee between my thighs, Grant bends my body over his desk.  Once he puts his big hands on me, I find it difficult to think straight.

I roll my head back, closing my eyes, and gasp against his seducing mouth kissing down my neck.  Lost to the sensation of his big hands groping my curves, I hump his thigh.  Groaning Grant crushes his mouth to mine and lifts me to sit on the desk.  I gasp when he slips his hands up my skirt and shifts the soaked crotch of my panties aside.  Two fingers bury deep in me pumping in and out of my pussy. 

“Cumming!” I cry squirting and shuddering in the pleasurable waves he ushers from me. 

Smiling sexily as he tastes me on his fingers, Grant frees Otis Deepthroatis for me.  I watch him pulse in his virile hardness and lick my lips.  He snatches me to him for a new enthralling kiss.  I lock my legs at his sides.  Spearing me deep, his arms hook around my thighs.  He takes us on a hungry ride.  Pleasure explodes at each rock and lift where Grant fills my hole.  The room fills with our soft cries until my lower back meets the side of the desk for a grueling hammering.  I cling to his neck in shock and his mouth smashes to mine before I let out a scream. 

My last thought:  This can’t be happening!

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