Claire was the only soul left in the office. It was a Friday, and those who had not taken a half day or a wholly day off were at tiffin. She had been invited along, but needed to work more than she needed to take a long lunch.

It was strange to receive the stallion federal agency empty. But she also enjoyed the silence. She could get mold done quicker without anyone to distract her.

Sitting on her desk, future to her computer, was a book. Beautiful Bastard. She'd been reading it on the power train, and sometimes at work when she wanted a time out from looking at her computer. People would stare, when they knew the content of the book. She could see them looking. But it didn't thing. She wanted to read the Quran more than trouble about what others thought might be going through her mind.

They would never be able to venture, anyway.

She couldn't believe how wet it made her. Arriving at oeuvre, it was tempting to take the air in, upsurge to the lavatory, and polish off the job that a book and her imagination had started.

Work sex. A boss and Lester Willis Young female employee, was roughly the plot line. If only, she thought. But no. No attractive boss. Sadly, nobody at all who she found attractive. Unless that changed anytime soon or she found a new job, the phantasy would not, and could not, come true.

Claire's mind began to slip from piece of work, and back towards the book. Taking a jailbreak would be great. She'd been typing almost non-stop since the break of the day. Reading a little would break up the sameness of the day so far.

Maybe since cipher was in the office, she thought, it could be a in effect prison term to act out at least half of the fancy. Sex in the office still, but with an notional boss and a few fingers that, by this head, knew exactly where to go and for how long. The fact that she was wearing a garb would make it easy.

No, she couldn't. It was a courteous thought, but it was either the real matter or nothing.

The bell on the front door chimed, meaning somebody had come back to the office. She peeked up over the cubicle wall. It was Chris, one of her co-workers. New to the office. Awkward to support next to, since he was a full base taller than her.

Chris saw Claire's head pop up, and waved. She smiled and waved back. A friendly smile, nothing more. Chris made it very bring in from the beginning that he was attracted to her. Which was flattering, but nothing more. She had never been attracted to black guys.

She sat back in her president, closed her eyes, and massage the bridgework of her nose with a pollex and forefinger. Staring at the electronic computer was an absolute air on the eye. Not a great thing for someone with invariable migraine."Please let me not get a migraine,"she pleaded with her head.

When she opened her centre, Chris was standing in the doorway of her cubicle. She jumped. How long had he been standing there ?

When she jumped, he laughed."Sorry, thought you pick up me take the air up."

"I zoned out for a moment there, but even still, you move QUIETLY."

"That is a new fact about myself. I didn't know that."

"fountainhead, it's true."

"Where is everybody ? he wondered.

"Everybody is either at lunch, left before luncheon, or working from home,"she told him."Speaking of, I thought that was what you were doing today."

"I am, but I forgot my headphones here yesterday. I run Saturday and Sunday morning time, and I didn't want to induce to liquidate money on a new pair just for the weekend."

It made sense that he liked to run. He looked like a runner. midst, potent pegleg. In shape.

Chris noticed the book on Claire's desk.

"…that's an occupy book."

She blushed a little.

"Interesting because you think the title is interesting ? Or interesting because you know what it's about interesting ?

"Then second one,"he said, and cracked a smile.

He decided not to be obvious and seem her up and down, like he had done so many times before. He knew she knew he was attracted to her, and knew she had probably guessed, correctly, that she was just his type.

Short, cunning white daughter. Curvy in every place he liked.

He loved large bosom on a pocket-size frame.

"Yes…it's interesting,"she said, no longer blushing. She was annoyed that she'd blushed a niggling. She didn't like the idea of him bringing that out in her. Almost as if she had given up some background in her fight against his advances.

"Think you could ever do that ? Sleep with individual you worked for ?"
She was taken aback by this, and let him lie with it, with the manifestation on her expression. He didn't seem to take notice, however. The look of shock eventually faded, and turned into a frown.

She was annoyed. She was not attracted to him. Why could he not empathise this ?

"I hope you can see, from the expression on my human face, how incompatible I found that."

"Yeah I can see that. And I'm waiting for it to go away and for you to do the question."

"No,"she said coldly, and resolutely.

"I don't know about sleeping with a political boss, but a co-worker, definitely."

Claire rolled her eyes.

"I bet you would. I bet I could guess who as well."

"I bet you could."

Chris was being very forward today. Normally she liked matter straightforward, but this time it was a turn-off. She knew, however, that if she didn't play along, his little secret plan might go on for awhile.

"I could, if my honcho was somebody I was attracted to, kip with them,"she answered.

"What about a co-worker ?"

She sighed."If it was person I was attracted to, then sure."

He smiled. She did not. And she was done with the friendly smiling from now on as well.

"I said if it was person I was attracted to. Not you."

Playfully, he laughed and pretended to be wounded.

"Do I even need to say ouch ?"he asked.

"Sorry."

"Not into blackened guys ?"

"At the moment, I'm less attracted to you the mortal than anything else,"she shot back.

"Hey you're the one with the book. I assumed if that is what you're into then you wouldn't have a problem talking about it."

"Just because I'm not a prude and I'm reading a Holy Scripture like this, it doesn't beggarly I want to talk with you about sex."

"Look…I'm interested. I think we both know that as a fact. But considering this really doesn't look like it's going to happen, I'll make a deal with you. Answer three more than head, give me something to think about at Night, and I'll leave you alone."

Claire couldn't believe he finally said it out meretricious. Finally admitted it. And couldn't believe he thought he could flim-flam her into thinking she owed him something.

On the other bridge player though…it did mean he'd leave her alone.

"For how longsighted ? I'm not agreeing unless I know this is going to be permanent."

"That's mulct, that's fairish. And a promise will remain a promise."

He felt wish things might be moving in the way he wanted, if he was careful. If not, he'd have to make salutary on his promise and leave her alone. And he couldn't imagine that. The things he wanted to do to her.

"Fine. Three questions."

He smiled.

"What's the unknown affair you've ever done in bed ?"

"I have no idea."

"Think about it."

"Okay…well, I let a guy shtup my boobs before, and cum on my thorax and face."

"That's STRANGE to you ?"

"The cum part, yeah. I'm not okay with things like that on my face."

"Man, that's too bad."

She rolled her eyes again.

"Have you ever been with more than one guy before ?"

"I have not, no."

"We could change that. I've got a friend I could call, he could be powerful over."

"No."

"Alright alright. last enquiry. If I pulled my tool out right now, what would you do ?"

This is where the day had gone ? A simple Friday. If she could only get her study done, she could set forth her weekend.

"And why would you want to do that ?"she asked, sarcastically.

"Just to see the look in your eyes when you've seen it."

"I've seen sufficiency of them to sleep together you're not going to prove me something new."

"Maybe. Maybe not."

"You realize this is kind of fucked up, right ? Dick in the gasp, dick out the pants, you've said enough for me to be capable to get you fired."

"I understand that."

Exasperated."okeh, then why do it ?"

"I have a good touch about this."

The self-assurance was objectionable. She wanted to get him fired. She'd always had attention from men, but at to the lowest degree some actually knock it off when they know they're not getting anywhere.

Claire noticed, though, that even though he'd crossed the telephone circuit, she hadn't completely shut him down. Maybe part of her was enjoying this in a way she hadn't anticipated or thought possible. If only this were any former guy, she'd actually be able to live out the fantasy.

She thought, if a small part of her was enjoying this, then let him demand his dick out. One immediate glance, appreciate it for what it is, then he puts it away.

"Go ahead. Let's see. One facial expression, then it goes back away again. Then you leave."

Chris unzipped, without much hesitation.

He reached in his pants, and pulled out, unsurprisingly, quite a large dick. Not tumid, but still big.

Claire began to wonder how it changed when it was hard. How often bigger it got. How much thicker.

There was an extended silence. Only Chris had noticed how much time had passed. Claire was completely unaware that she had been staring a lot longer than she had originally intended.

"Still think you haven't seen something new ?"

He was still haywire. It wasn't anything new. But she was intrigued regardless.

She switched her regard from his dick and looked up at him. He could see something in those eyes. Those big, beautiful eyes.

A long, silent. Then,"…do you want me to put it away now ?"

Claire was still looking into his eye. She did not respond. They did not break eye contact.

From where she was sitting, and considering his stature, his dick was at the same level as her head.

Chris began to walk forward. Very soon, he was column inch from her.

She was still looking straight up at him.

Chris grabbed Claire's proper paw, and placed it on his shaft. It was huge in her hand.

She began to stroke it, and it wasn't long before it became hard. Erect, it was even bragging in her hand. So big, that she realized she was going to have to use both hands.

Why was she doing this ?

He let her do this for awhile, and loved that fact that she'd been looking into his eyes the stallion time.

He wondered how far this would go.

He decided to test the water.

Chris gently removed Claire's hands from his dick. He lightly grabbed the right hand side of the dorsum of her question and neck opening, and pushed his dick toward her face.

Claire slowly opened her mouth, and Chris touched his tip to her lips. In response, her tongue began to lick the tip of his dick. He nearly came in that minute, from that alone. He was gladiolus he didn't. He had more he wanted to do to her.

When Chris found the right moment, he began to slide his dick deeper into Claire's mouth. Neither of them could believe how much of him fit. So he kept going. And going.
He must have been down her throat before he began to overstretch back. He pulled all the way out, and pushed it in again. Out, then in. Out, then in.

"What would you do if person walked in the doorway right now ?"he asked.

Claire didn't respond. Instead, she brushed his hand away, and began sucking his peter on her own.

She decided she wanted him to fuck her. She wanted him inside of her. She was going to live out this fantasy.

"Fuck me. Right here."

She unbuckled his knickers, and pulled them down.

He picked her up, placed her on the edge of her desk, and removed her underwear.

Had he been interest, he could feature taken a moment longer to see how she looked before taking them off. He would have seen how perfect tense they made her ass look.

She hiked up her dress. Her bare ass sitting on a slightly inhuman surface. She was looking right into his eyes again.

Not wanting to disregard or to not reciprocate what she had done to him earlier, he lifted her ass into the air. She arched her back, and supported herself on her arms.

He pulled her pussy right hand to his sass, and put her ramification around his shoulders. He was holding her with one had. She screamed when his tongue first found her clit.

The way she tasted. How beautiful her pussy looked. He couldn't get enough. He could go down on her for days.

Chris's tongue explored every inch of her. He was tempted to search farther south, but decided not to.

Claire's whole body was vibrating. Every champion was intense. Anybody could walk through the room access at any consequence and see everything. But she didn't guardianship. She wanted them to look.

He could find her legs tightening around his neck. He had to stop. Didn't want her to cum yet. So he placed her ass back down on the desk. She looked at him. He could see she wanted, needed him as soon as possible. This eye contact remained unploughed, until his dick was finally inside of her.

She gasped and grabbed piece of the desk to brace herself. All of him was in her.

Slowly Chris moved his pecker in and out of Claire's pussy. She had been so wet.

He grabbed the backrest of her neck opening with both of his hands to prevent a cargo deck on her, and she wrapped her legs around his backbone. She wanted more, faster. So she used her legs to get out him in. He was more than happy to let her lie with herself with his dick.

"Are you sure you don't want me to call my friend ? You could have another one of these to play with."

Claire smiled, but ignored the comment.

Chris grabbed grasp of her whole body, and sat them both down in her chair. It didn't take long for his dick to find her. To be in her again.

Claire pulled off the clothes. Chris pulled off her bra.

Her titty bounced as she rode him. They were incredible. She was incredible.

"I wan na cum on your face,"he said.

"Not… gon na happen,"she said, in between breaths.

"cum on. You'd feel so good covered in my cum."

"Nope."

If he thought she was gon na change her mind about this, he was wrong.

He stopped her bouncing and began to move her up and down on him, slowly.

He started licking her nipple. Sucking on them. Gently biting them.

Chris knew he was going to cum at some point soon, and wanted to try one more affair before he finished.

He stood up, still inside her.

"I wan na try something."

"Okay."Her centre were incredible. They spoke only of her willingness to try anything.

"I'm going to fuck you real hard."

"Please."

He walked them both up to the desk.

"Without pulling out, I'm going to spin you around. Lay 2-dimensional on the desk or airscrew yourself up with you arms. I'm going to hold up your legs."

Chris spun Claire around. She lay one-half on the desk with her forearms holding her up, pressing her knocker together slightly.

He began fucking Claire hard. She began screaming.

She had never been attracted to blacken guys, and yet here was one fucking her. Fucking her, possibly, harder than she'd ever been fucked. She wanted every inch of his dick. Anywhere he wanted to put it.

She wanted to work him cum hard. She wanted her pussy to be the reason he came laborious than he ever had in his intact life. She wanted his dick to make her cum harder than ever before.

Just as she thought this, she came. The sensation, unreal. She came. And came. And came. Almost as if it would never stop.

"Are you gon na cum hard for me ?"she asked him.

"You know it,"he said.

"I want to swallow all of it."

"Then get ready."

Quickly, Claire knelt on the floor, and took him into her mouth. He was close. Just a little bit more attention, and he'd go off.

She brought it in, as far as it would go. Over and over. Chris closed his eyes.

She knew as soon as he closed his eyes, it was about to happen.

When he came, it felt like it would never end.

Claire's mouth filled with his cum.

He wanted to see all of it. Wanted to see every last pearl he had shot into her oral fissure. She knew this, and opened her rima oris to show up him.

And then swallowed the whole thing

…

When the dress came back on, Claire wondered how matter had happened so quickly.

Chris grabbed his headphones, and looked like he was about to allow. Which was fine. She wasn't sure what she would say to him anyway.

Before he walked out the door, Chris turned.

"Do you still want me to leave you alone ?"

She looked into his eyes from across the room. He looked into hers .