The Secretary

Posted: May 24th, 2010 | Author: Jeffrey | Filed under: Hardcore Stories | Tags: Hardcore, Story |

I strolled down the hallway of the company that I worked for, my heels clicking quietly on the tiled floor as the tails of my trench coat rustled behind me with each step. I had the earpiece of my glasses between my teeth as I started to remove my sunglasses from my face. In one hand I held the largest cup of coffee that the gas station on my way to work sold, I think it was 20 ounces, but I would have liked it if the cup were at least twice that size. I was dressed the way that I usually dressed for work, a pair of Dockers, a button down dress shirt and a pair of loafers. Today the Dockers were black and the shirt was white. I absently let my sunglasses slip into my breast pocket finally freeing the other glasses from my mouth so that I could drink some of the coffee that my body was begging for. The coffee had already begun to cool from its exposure to the cold winter morning outside. I was the network administrator for my company and also served as an outside consultant to other companies who could afford the fees that we charged. As a result of my position I had more leeway than the average employee, which gave me the opportunity to essentially create and enforce my own dress code regardless of how the others in the company thought I should appear.

My office was situated in a corner of the building that sometimes gave me the feeling of being in a closet. It was almost as if I was a child that the company was embarrassed by and kept hidden away from the general public. Personally, I thought it was funny and actually preferred being lost in the labyrinth of corridors as I was. It was a rather small office that had an equal small waiting room of sorts in front of the door. Actually the waiting room was just a wide section of the hallway where a chair had been placed against one wall and a small desk for a secretary against the other. The whole area had originally had an antiseptic hospital appearance to it, which I had tried to rectify. In actually I ended up created what seemed like a teenagers room with cheap carpet and a couple of ratty posters. However, my previous secretary had taken it upon herself to help me do a better job. As a result, there was a nice patch of dark blue carpet that covered the waiting area and the walls had been painted in a soothing cream color with two tastefully framed prints from some famous artist that I had never heard of before. Unfortunately for me, the secretary had retired about two months ago leaving me once again on my own. Although, my new secretary was much more interesting to look at than had been the other one, although I did wish that she would dress a little more suggestively than she did.

At the time that my previous secretary had retired, there had been quite a fight within the secretary pool as different people jockeyed and tried to get the position with me. I’m not entirely certain why they thought that I would not hear about what they said and why they wanted the position, but they had spoken quite freely. This attitude prompted me to insist on interviewing the people and I choose whom I wanted rather than the customary assignment system that the company employed. Apparently, many people had the opinion that I was easy to work for, I did not ask my secretary to do a whole lot and actually did a fair amount of their work myself. This led to a general opinion that working for me was the ideal place to be as there was hardly ever anything to do. I thought that that assessment was fairly accurate, however, I did not want someone unwilling to help me as my secretary, which gave me the idea of the interviews. I asked each person why they wanted to work with me; most of them gave me some rehearsed answer about wanting to learn more about computers or some other kind of bullshit. However, the one that I chose, a lady named Raylene, actually gave me an honest answer. She had said that she heard that I did not give a heavy workload to my secretary and since she was going to night school she hoped to have some time to study. Anybody who was willing to go to night school and be honest was someone I wanted. It caused quite a stir, but I insisted on having her and eventually got my way, after the computer systems within the personnel department mysteriously crashed and could not be brought back online, it seems everyone needs their access to the Internet. Raylene had been my secretary now for two weeks.

I rounded the last corner and found myself in my little waiting room. Raylene was sitting behind her little desk; it was one of those cheap wood things from Wal-Mart. She had her flat screen monitor on one corner of the desk, her phone on the other and an open textbook in the middle. It was almost comical as I looked at her, the first time I had seen this I thought she was asleep. Her face was close to the book and her long brown hair had fallen all around her head, given the impression that she was actually sleeping on the book. But, I now new better. She was majoring in psychology and had just begun her senior year. I figured that meant she would only be with me for another year, but I tried not to think about that too much. She was wearing a long yellow dress. The dress, if she were standing, would come down to her ankles. The neckline was a little low and gave a hint of the sizeable cleavage that she could display if she so chose, however, she kept it buttoned up and revealed next to nothing save for a small V coming down from her throat.

“Looks fun.” I said as I placed my coffee cup on an edge of her desk. She jumped slightly and then looked up, using her hands to brush the hair back from her face and over her shoulders. Her hair was pretty long and surprisingly thick. She wore a delicate pair of wire frame glasses that perched on her equally delicate nose. Even though she had only been with me for a couple of weeks, we had developed a friendship of sorts. Which means that she did claim sexual harassment for the crude or suggestive comments that I sometimes threw at her. It was strange, but somehow I seemed to be able to make a comment that would get another guy slapped and all I would get is a blushing laugh or at worse a nervous laugh. With Raylene, I always seemed to get the blushing laugh.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t hear you coming up.” She said with a smile as she slid a piece of paper into her book and quietly closed it. She knew that I did not mind her studying at work, in fact I encouraged it, however, she still seemed as though she felt she was doing something wrong when she did it.

“That was the point.” I told her taking another sip of my coffee and briefly wondering how pathetic life must have been before it, “I was trying to catch you naked.” She laughed with this as we both new the absurdity of such a statement, she just did not seem like the type who would be naked in public. Although, there was a part of me that believed there was more to this lady than met the eye.

“What have I got today?” I asked her drinking more of the coffee. With a flick of her wrist she moved her mouse around and with a couple of clicks brought up a new screen. Usually I checked my schedule myself, but I had gotten in the habit of asking her to do it, mainly because it kept me by her desk for a few more minutes.

“Uh,” she started then pushed her glasses up her nose, “ten you’ve got an onsite inspection and meeting with First National Bank, new network ground up. And, that is it. But, tomorrow you’ve got to be here at eight, meeting with CEO’s.”

“Great, just shoot me now.” I said realizing that I would basically be gone all-day and then in the morning a dreaded meeting with my bosses. I leaned forward and glanced at her textbook, the title was “A Sexual Odyssey: From Forbidden Fruit to Cybersex”. “Interesting, got an exam?” I asked her nodding towards the book. She glanced down at the book and blushed, not realizing that the title was showing as it was.

“No, research project that I’m trying to get a basis for.” She replied, still keeping her eyes on the book. I grunted a response, sensing that she was uncomfortable, or, or what? I thought.

“When you get a chance, could you get me copies of the Bank’s folder so I can take it with me?” I asked her, most of the preliminary work had already been done for their network.

She scooted her chair back and started rummaging through a little filing drawer in her desk. I grabbed my coffee cup and started towards the door to my office. Once upon a time there had been a large window next to my door, however I had had that replace with a one-way mirror. Many people thought it was strange, but that way I could see who was waiting to see me. During my time with the company I had learned that there were some people who had genuine problems with the computer systems and some who created their own. Thos who caused their own problems, tended to wait longer than those who did not.

“Well, if you need to do any hands on research, I’ll be in here.” I said to her as I neared the door. I knew that the smile on my face was evident in my voice. I glanced into the mirror, and saw her looking up over the edge of her desk. Her bangs had fallen onto her forehead and a length of hair had fallen to obscure her right eye. However, I could clearly see her looking at my butt. The surprised me and I considered wiggling it back and forth but decided against it. Her eyes shifted and she saw that I could see her in the mirror, she saw the smile on my face as I opened the door and just before I stepped through, her head darted back below the surface of the desk, she had turned a shade of red that I do not recall ever seeing before. I closed the door behind me.

My office contained the same dark blue carpet and cream walls as my little waiting room. My desk was also one of those imitation things from Wal-Mart, although it was the biggest model that they had. There were three flat screen monitors on my desk all of them hooked up to my computer. Along one wall was a bookshelf that was stacked full of books; occasionally I used them but not very often. Behind my desk was my chair, a black leather full back reclining thing that also came from Wal-Mart. Raylene had one as well and there were two more on the visiting side of my desk. I also had a little futon kind of couch against one wall that had in the past served as a bed when I dealt with serious network problems. I shivered as I remembered the chaos of the 2000 switchover and that despite my calming reassurances; everyone had been in a panic.

I placed my nearly empty coffee cup on the desk and dropped into my chair. I moved my mouse, to kill the screensaver and watched as my three monitors all cleared. Nothing interesting on the network, no emails, a good start to the day. I leaned back in my chair and propped my feet on the desk. I looked through the mirror as Raylene placed a folder on one edge of her desk then opened her textbook again. Once again she looked as though she had fallen asleep. I toyed with the idea of trying to mount a hidden camera out there somewhere, but decided that there was no real point. Glancing at my watch, I decided that I had about an hour before I had to leave for the day. My coffee cup was empty, so I decided to just sit and wait. I watched Raylene through the window, letting my mind drift this way and that. She had pulled out a notebook and was now writing some things down on a blank piece of paper. Eventually it was time for me to leave.

“See you tomorrow.” I told my secretary as I grabbed the folder that she had placed on the edge of the desk.

“At eight.” She told me without looking up from her book and notes. I could not read what she had written, but it looked like a series of questions based on all the question marks at the end of each line. I thought about her as I walked away and towards my car. She seemed strange to me. She was the quintessential nerd of the eighties, she seemed extremely shy and did not seem to have too many friends, and I based the last on the fact that I had never seen her talking to anyone on the phone unless it was business. And yet, I could not shake the feeling that there was more to her than met the eye. Much more in fact.

I arrived the next morning about thirty minutes before eight. I was wearing a gray flannel suit. The trousers were freshly pressed and blended well with the black Bostonians that I had on. I had a white button down shirt, tucked into the gray slack separated by a black leather belt. I was wearing an aqua patterned silk tie that stood out in brilliant colors against the dark gray of the suit. The jacket was double breasted, however I had none of the buttons fastened on it. My coffee steamed in one hand as I arrived in my waiting room. Raylene had not made it into work yet, which did not surprise me as I had not expected to see her, although by the edge of her desk she had left a stack of papers that I assumed I would need for the meeting. I grabbed them as I walked by and entered my office.

The lights came on slowly as I sat down behind my desk and glanced through the stack of papers. It looked as though the meeting was going to revolve around budgets and other financial things that I did not care about. But, I knew that I would get thrown a bunch of questions about why things cost so much and need to figure out a way to tell them. They were a bunch of computer illiterate people who would not understand the true reason. Oh, well, let the games begin, I thought as I rose to my feet. By the time that I reached the conference room I realized that I had left my coffee behind and silently fussed at myself about the oversight.

The meeting was a little over an hour long and was pure hell to get through. I hated those meetings, and could already feel the start of a headache coming on. I dumped the papers in a wastebasket as I walked down a hall. With one hand I gave a sharp tug and loosened my tie down to the third button on my shirt. I undid the button at my neck finally feeling as though I could breath again. I rounded another corner and came into my waiting room once again. Normally I would have slowed my pace and started thinking of something witty to say but not this time. I walked past my secretary’s desk and as I reached for the door handle I heard her voice.

“Wait, please.” Her voice seemed distant and soft, almost timid. I turned and saw her rising from her seat behind her desk. Today she was dressed in a pair of purple slacks with a matching purple blouse. Once again, the blouse could have revealed the temptation of her cleavage, however, with all the buttons fastened all it did was let an observer know that they were missing quite a treat. “I was left some instructions by your previous secretary.” She was coming towards me, somewhat hesitantly, and I noticed her hand. She was holding a new cup of coffee with four Advils sitting on the plastic lid. I laughed as I took the items from her. “She said that you did not handle these meetings very well.”

“She was right, although I think you just made me look forward to the next one. Thanks.” I told her with a smile and entered my office.

I had been sitting behind my desk for about thirty minutes and was beginning to feel the Advil pushing the headache away. I had drunk about half of the coffee and was starting to relax. I smiled to myself as I looked out into the waiting room and saw Raylene glancing at her notebook and textbook, she seemed as though she were double checking something. I moved up closer behind my desk and launched a solitaire program on one of my monitors. As I lazily moved cards around on my screen, a new window suddenly popped up in front of what I was doing.

“Do you have a minute?” light blue text appeared within the window. I glanced at it and saw that it was an internal message within our network. Looking at the sender’s ID I saw that it was Raylene.

“Sure.” I typed back.

“May I come in?” her reply flashed back in a second or so.

“Sure.” I typed again and then the window closed. I wondered what that was all about as I glanced through the mirror and saw her rise to her feet grabbing her notebook and a pen. She moved towards the door, seemed to hesitate for a moment and actually began to turn back to her desk before she seemed to decide to go ahead. The door silently opened and she stepped in. She methodically closed the door behind; everything she was doing was methodical, almost as though she was wondering if she could still change her mind.

“Are you sure your not too busy?” she asked quietly as she stood at the opposite side of my desk.

“I’m sure.” I smiled to her and pointed to one of the chairs as I drank some of the coffee. “Thank you again, by the way.” I said indicating the coffee cup as I sat it back down on my desk.

“Oh, your welcome.” She replied almost seeming as though she was blushing. We sat there for a couple of minutes, I was just kind of waiting, since I did not know what she wanted I did not know what to say. She had opened her notebook and was glancing through the first couple of pages seeming to be ignoring me; I could not help but smile at the absurdity of the situation and my first thought. It’s almost like she has a crush on me or something, I thought unbelievingly. She glanced over at me as though she had forgotten I was there when she heard me take another sip from the cup.

“Sorry.” She said then put her notebook firmly on her lap as though she had made a final decision, “Could I ask you some questions, kind of interview you?”

“Sure.” I said with a smile shrugging m shoulders.

“Kind of personal questions?”

“Yeah, why not.” I told her again leaning back in my chair.

“Well, very personal questions?” she seemed to be losing some of her uncertainty.

“Sounds like fun.” I replied with a smile. She seemed to accept my answer and after another glance at me looked down at her notebook.

“Do you masturbate?” She asked and I could not help but cough in surprise. She looked up quickly then just as quickly looked back down and began to close her notebook, “I’m sorry.” She said as she began to stand up.

“No no, don’t worry about it, I didn’t realize you meant that kind of personal. This is for that research paper thing, right?” I asked her.

“Yes, it is. I just thought that maybe, but I don’t think it’s a good idea now.”

“Yeah, its fine, sit down, fire away.” I said leaning back into my chair again after recovering from the initial shock, “What was the question again?”

“Well, do you masturbate.”

“Oh, yeah how could I forget that one.” I laughed lightly breaking her tension and folded my hands under my chin, “Yeah, I do.”

“How often, would you say? On average?” she asked, she was trying to keep her voice clinical and professional, but I could tell that she was quite nervous.

“What? I don’t get to ask questions?” I told her in mock shock, “relax, and I guess I would have to say probably three times a week, though my record is three times in one day.” I answered proudly and pretended to pound on my chest. I caught the glimmer of a smile from her in response and knew that she was starting to settle down.

“I might answer a couple of questions when I’m done, fair?” she asked looking over at me for the first time since she had started asking questions.

“Yeah, that’ll do.”

“Three times you said?” one of her eyebrows rose slightly.

“Yeah, oh you mean in one day, yeah I did that once, just be happy you weren’t around me that day.” I said with a laugh. She smiled but there was a twinkle in her eyes that seemed to convey that she would not have minded at all. She wrote something done in her notebook and then seemed to scan over a couple of lines.

“Uhm,” she seemed to be thinking her eyes moving from line to line on her notes, “oh, do you look at adult material when you do?” It surprised me how she seemed to have settled down, and while she might have still been a little nervous she was not blushing with each question. At least, she was not brushing as brightly as when she had started.

“Usually, no.” I told her and she looked up at me in surprise. “I’m not sating I don’t look at the stuff, just usually not while masturbating.”

“Why not?” She asked looking directly at me then broke her gaze for a moment and continued, “I mean most of what I’ve read says that guys use visual stimulation of some kind.”

“Goodness that sounds so clinical.” I told her laughing, “I don’t really know why, though, I guess because most porno is pretty lousy and the stuff I’d like to see or watch is really hard to find.”

“Ok, well, let me see, what would you want to look at then?” she asked as she turned her page and started on a blank piece of paper.

“I don’t think that was on your original list of questions.” I told her in a mock accusational tone.

“Uh, no it wasn’t.” she blushed then looked up at me and smiled in a way that seemed to convey that she wanted to know for a reason other than her research.

“Well, if I had my choice I’d prefer to watch a woman getting off while I did it.” I told her and smiled, she blushed again instantly and turned back to the previous page in her notebook.

“What time of day do you usually do it?”

“Pretty much whenever.” I told her.

“Do you have a preferred method?” was her next question after she had jotted down my previous answer. I laughed at her question as an answer popped into my head and I decided to run with it.

“Should I just do a demonstration for you?” I asked her except I was only half kidding by that point in the conversation. She blushed deeply again and as she looked up from her paper her eyes seemed to hesitate on the edge of the desk wondering what was beneath it.

“No, that won’t be necessary, but thanks anyway.” Then as she looked back down she added as an afterthought, “although, perhaps.” And she left the sentence hanging. She was defiantly gaining confidence and I was seeing the part of her that I had thought might lie just beneath the surface but had not know for certain.

“I don’t know if I have a favorite method, although one time.” And I stopped with a laugh at the memory. She looked at me and her eyes seemed to be waiting for me to continue.

“Yes?” she asked almost in a husky whisper, “I mean this is all for my research.” She added hastily trying to cover her slip, but it was too late and I began to wonder what to do with this new piece of information.

“Well, one time I went to Victoria’s Secret and bought a pair of silk panties. When I got them home I just wrapped them around my cock and went at it, was kind of interesting.” I told her cutting to the chase and using cruder words to see what her reaction would be. I was oddly surprised to see that she really did not have a reaction, almost as though she would have preferred that terminology to the clinical version. She quickly wrote down what I had told her.

“Do you fantasize during?” she asked next and as I glanced at her paper I could see that she was getting close to the end of her questions, which was good as I had a feeling I was going to need some privacy pretty soon.

“Sometimes, but generally no, I just think about the current moment and before you ask, the fantasies all very and there is really no consistent one.” I told her and I could tell that I had indeed headed off her next question. She glanced down through the remaining questions a couple of times and then looked back up.

“Well, that’s really I was going to ask you.” She told me.

“But there are more questions on you paper.” I told her playfully pouting.

“Yes, there are, but they are not really questions.” She said.

“What do you mean?” I asked her suddenly curious and she turned that bright red color again leaving me with a good guess and wondering if I could get her to say it.

“Well,” she began and after looking at me she say my smile and knew that I had already guessed what they were which seemed to encourage her, “They are more of some hands on stuff that I had kind of decided not to worry about with the paper.”

“Hmmm, ok, fair enough.” I told her reaching for my coffee cup then decided to tease her a little bit, “Although, I believe most professors give better grades to those who do as much research as possible.” This time she only slightly blushed and smiled.

“Yeah, well.” She said and I laughed letting her off of the hook. “Thank you for being honest and not minding the personal questions.” She told me as she closed her notebook and stood up. I nodded to her and she turned to leave.

“I wouldn’t mind the hands on research, either, so long as they are your hands doing the research.” I told her as she opened the door. She glanced back at me with an odd twinkle in her eye then left the office.

I strolled down the hall towards my office without thinking about the conversation from the previous day. It was odd, while I had thought about for quite awhile; I suddenly stopped and hadn’t thought about it since. I turned the corner and found myself in the waiting room; Raylene was behind her desk and was not reading a textbook, which surprised me at first. The textbooks were on her desk but none of them were open. She was typing, I assume her research paper, her fingers moved in a blur over the keyboard. For the first time it occurred to me that she seemed to know a fair amount about computers and was not intimidated by them at all.

“What’ve I got?” I asked her placing my cup on the edge of the desk. She finished the sentence she was typing then switched to another window on her screen.

“Not a thing.” She said looking at me with an odd smile that made me curious and suddenly brought back the previous conversation. She looked back at her desk, seemed to look around for a moment then opened up the middle drawer. She pulled out a thin manila envelope and handed it to me. “Have fun.” She said with a downright sinister grin. The grin shocked me as I had thought her to shy for such a display. I took the envelope and turned it over in my hands looking at it then glanced at her curiously. She only shrugged and turned back to her typing. I stood there for another minute or so then went on to my office.

It was a Friday and I was dressed as I usually did on Friday. I had on a pair of blue jeans; they seemed to be a little faded, which they were. I also had a white pair of Rebook sneakers and gray pullover cotton shirt. The shirt had a v-neck that I usually did not button, not because I thought my chest was particularly sexy, but because I was fairly lazy when it came to dressing. A gold chain and thin patch of dark hair was visible through the open neck of the shirt. I sat down behind my desk and after putting my cup on the edge I glanced at the envelope again. There was nothing unusual about it and no writing anywhere. I opened the envelope and found a single recordable CD inside. After sliding it out I looked at the backside of it and saw that it had been recorded. Overcome with curiosity I spun towards my computer on the floor.

After placing the CD in the drive and closing the door I waited a moment to see what would happen, nothing did. I clicked around the screen until I found the directory of the CD; it contained only one entry entitled “video.mpg” A video? I asked myself thinking that that was a strange thing but decided to double click it and see what happened. After a couple of second, Raylene appeared on my computer screen and she was saying something but I had the speakers turned off. I had to hunt around to find the speaker with the volume control and turned it up a little.

“this is what I came up with.” She was saying and it sounded as though she had finished whatever she had been saying. I hit the stop button and restarted the video.

“I just wanted to thank you for your help yesterday and also for your assistance in getting my the job. I know you will deny helping me get the job, but I know that it was because of you that I have it and it gives me the time to study that I needed. Anyway, this is what I came up with.” She smiled and then the camera zoomed back from her face and I could tell that she was holding a remote control for the camera. It must have been in her bedroom, as she was lying on a bed with a baby blue comforter. The surroundings that I could see had a definite feminine quality to them and there was an antique wooden dresser beside her bed. But what surprised me the most was the way she was dressed. She wasn’t.

I felt my cock immediately jump to its full length against my jeans as she began to caress her breasts with her hands. They were larger than I had imagined, the nipples standing out in big thick points between her fingers. She continued to look at the camera, then her eyes slowly closed as her hands slipped down her stomach towards a patch of brown hair. I leaned back in my chair and quickly unzipped my jeans pushing them down past my knees, as I did so m thick cock jumped out from beneath the boxers the tip already glistening. I smiled as I reached down with one hand and began to stroke as I watched her fingers slowly work over her pussy. I was so absorbed in the moment that I had forgotten about my surroundings.

“Oh my.” Her voice came to me in an appreciative tone. I glanced up to see her standing at the edge of my desk easily able to see what I was doing. I smiled sheepishly and then continued with what I had been doing. She was wearing a long black dress that seemed to be some kind of velvet. It had buttons running its full length and as usual they were all buttoned. I glanced at her then at the screen then back at her again matching the screen with what I saw before me. She leaned on the desk and reached up under her dress and stepped out of a pair of black silk panties. With a grin on her face, she knelt before me and pushed my hand away. She wrapped the panties around my throbbing cock, they were warm which surprised me as I had only felt cold ones wrapped around it before. Her hand slowly began to stroke up and down the full length as her other hand reached out and cupped my heavy balls.

“A question I didn’t ask yesterday.” She said as her hand began to increase its pace.

“Really? What?” I asked her through deep gasps for breath.

“Do you cum a lot?” she said with a smile and the twinkle in her eye reinforced the fact that she intended to find out so I better not lie to her.

“Don’t know.” I said between breaths, her stroking had not gotten quite fast and her eyes alternated between the tip of my cock and my face, “I don’t think there is all that much.” I managed to say wondering how I got such a complete sentence out.

“I’m going to find out pretty soon, aren’t I?” she asked teasingly, part of her hand glistened from the thick precum that was beginning to run over the panties.

“Real soon.” I replied trying to keep my hips back against the chair, the video running on the computer completely forgotten.

“Good, I want to see you cum.” Her warm breath from her words brushed against the head of my cock and my balls suddenly tightened within her grasp. She smiled as she felt it.

“Here it cums.” I said thickly trying to hold it back as long as I could not wanting the moment to end.

“Shoot it.” She coaxed, her hand still working as the first shot of cum geysered from my cock. It shot straight up like a fountain and fell down onto her hand and black panties as she kept stroking. She started laughing, with each consecutive shot as it dreamed of hitting the ceiling came far short and landed thickly on her hand. The black panties were now mostly white and slippery and she tried to keep them moving up and down my pulsing cock. Her hand did not slow down; even after the shots had stopped she kept stroking at a steady pace and leaned forward.

“I believe you said your record was three times?” she asked with a challenging smile.

“Yeah, it is.” I told her struggling for breath.

“Well, be happy, today I only want two.” And with that her mouth descended around the head of my cock. I could see the whit cum on her panties trying to cling to her lips and cheek with each upward stroke but then my eyes closed. I struggle to stay calm and not yell out, her hand had yet to slow down and now her tongue was savagely attacking the head of my cock. I felt her giggle against me as she stroked, I was torn between wanting to laugh from the tickling sensation or groan far too loudly for the office from the sexual tension that she had already rebuilt.

“I think that should do.” She said as she stood up and turned around. The blank panties she dropped to the ground and they fell quickly the thick cum making them less air resistant. She wiped her hands off on her dress, leaving white smears on the dark material as she leaned forward onto the desk presenting her dress-covered ass to me. I smiled broadly and stood up raising the dress, as I got closer. I slipped the head of my cock into the warmth of her pussy and gently pushed forward until the whole length was inside of her, she gasped quietly reaching out to the other end of the desk to steady herself. I feel into a slow and rhythmic pattern as I reached around her and let my fingers find her clit. She jumped as my finger found it and began to rub against it while my cock slid in and out of her tight pussy. From her intake of breath I could tell that I had found the spot I was looking for. I pressed her clit so that she could feel the hair from my balls rubbing against her clit. It must have been a sensation that she had not felt before as her breath came in sharper breaths. As she seemed to be enjoying herself, I continued what I was doing. My balls were aching from having cum so recently, but I could tell by the throbbing of my cock that it was going to stay hard until I came again. I moved one of my hands back onto her ass and grabbed her tightly as I began to pound harder into her. She was pressed forward against the desk with each thrust and seemed to push back against me, as I withdrew not wanting to let me go. Suddenly I felt her knees seem to wobble and her ass bucked back against me with a violence that surprised me. She moaned loudly, almost too loudly and then as though she realized it she gripped the edge of the desk as tightly as she could. Her knuckles turned white as I felt her whole body quiver as her pussy tightly clenched onto my cock, I continued to thrust in and out of her forcing her to cum harder as my finger worked on her clit. Her forehead banged down on the desk, but not hard enough to seem painful and my cock continued to attack her. I could tell that she was beginning to have a very difficult time staying on her feet, but I was determined to keep going as long and steadily as I could. Finally she pushed back hard against me, forcing me to stop, much to my disappointment.

“Can’t stand.” She said breathlessly. I pulled out and helped her to roll over so that she was lying on my desktop. My cock slipped back into her pussy as I grabbed her legs and pulled them up. Her legs moved without resistance as I pushed the tops of her thighs against her stomach, I imagined that her thighs must have been burning from the exertion of standing through her orgasm as she had. She exhaled quickly, blowing a strand of hair from her face.

“Oh yes that’s better.” She said beginning to catch her breath. I let my cock throb inside of her pussy for a few moments.

“I wanna fuck you hard, Raylene.” I told her with a smile. She smiled back and reached down to grab the edge of the desk by her ass.

“Then fuck me.” She said with a smile of her eye and a challenge in her eyes. Her glasses were slightly askew from her episode with the desktop but other than that she looked fine, actually energized as her face glowed slightly. I gripped the back of her thighs tightly and began slowly, gradually increasing my pace. Her body slapped louder and louder against mine with each deep impact, her hands gripped the desk tighter as she fought to keep from getting pushed off of the edge. I could see her tits swaying wildly beneath her dress; the outline of her nipples clearly visible and I could tell by the way that they moved she had no bra on. Her breasts almost seemed to hit her chin as they bounced; she breathed deeply, her eyes closed as she struggled to remain silent. I could feel my balls beginning to tighten again, aching to be released from the building pressure. I pushed deep into her again and stopped, trying to regain control of myself.

“I’m gonna have to cum soon.” I whispered to her through clenched teeth.

“Then get your cock up here, I wanna see that thick cum.” She said with a smile. I pulled out and moved over the side of the desk where her head was. She smiled as she watched me, my cock swaying from side to side as I moved closer to her.

“Stroke that thick cock for me.” She said her eyes fixed on me as her hands wandered down to her clit. I smiled and wrapped one of my hands around my throbbing cock, knowing that it would not take too many strokes.

“Gonna cum.” I moaned thickly as the head of my cock throbbed lightly against one of her cheeks. She smiled invitingly at me and as I saw the smile I felt the cum begin to surge out of my balls towards her face. It came in long thick shots of pearly white, coating her cheek and red lips. It slid down from the tip of her nose onto her other cheek. She continued to smile at me as the cum slid down her cheeks and into her dark hair. I moaned as loudly as I dared myself to, feeling my balls aching knowing that they were completely drained as the tip of my cock smeared the thick cum on her one cheek.

“Don’t think I can go back to my desk like this.” She laughed as one of her fingers pushed some of the cum between her lips and into her mouth.

“I don’t know, I kinda like the way you look.” I told her with a smile, my cock throbbed again.

“No.” she laughed again, “I won’t sit at my desk looking like this.”

“How ’bout you take the rest of the day off.” I suggested to her, meaning it.

“I could do that.” She said as she slipped some more of the cum into her mouth, “Or.” She said and then stopped.

“Or, what?” I asked her wondering how I had managed to miss her glasses from such close range.

“Three times, you said?” she said with a devil-may-care grin that got my attention and made my cock jump again.

“Yeah, that’s what I said.”

“Wanna set a new record, stud?” she said with a twinkle in her eye and a challenge in her voice. I smiled broadly at her and stepped closer letting the head of my cock slip back into the warmth of her inviting mouth. She gladly accepted it. That was both the longest and shortest day of my life.

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