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

It was strange to have the entire office empty. But she also enjoyed the quiet. She could get work done quicker without anyone to distract her.

Sitting on her desk, adjacent to her computer, was a book. Beautiful love child. She'd been reading it on the train, and sometimes at work when she wanted a break from looking at her computer. People would stare, when they knew the depicted object of the book. She could see them looking. But it didn't subject. She wanted to register the book more than than worry about what others thought might be going through her mind.

They would never be capable to guess, anyway.

She couldn't believe how wet it made her. Arriving at body of work, it was tempting to walk in, flush to the lavatory, and finish the job that a Book and her vision had started.

body of work sex. A boss and Brigham Young female employee, was roughly the storyline. If only, she thought. But no. No attractive genus Bos. 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, descend true.

Claire's brain began to slip from work, and back towards the book. Taking a recess would be neat. She'd been typing almost non-stop since the sunrise. Reading a little would break up the monotony of the day so far.

Maybe since nobody was in the position, she thought, it could be a unspoilt metre to act out at least half of the illusion. Sex in the office still, but with an imaginary honcho and a few finger that, by this item, knew exactly where to go and for how long. The fact that she was wearing a clothes would make it easy.

No, she couldn't. It was a prissy thought, but it was either the real number thing or nothing.

The toll on the front door chimed, meaning individual had come back to the office. She peeked up over the kiosk wall. It was Chris, one of her fellow worker. New to the power. Awkward to tolerate next to, since he was a full foot taller than her.

Chris saw Claire's head pop up, and waved. She smiled and waved back. A friendly smile, naught more. Chris made it very clear 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 chair, closed her eyes, and knead the bridge of her nose with a pollex and forefinger. Staring at the information processing system was an absolute strain on the centre. Not a neat thing for someone with constant sick headache."Please let me not get a migraine,"she pleaded with her head.

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

When she jumped, he laughed."Sorry, thought you heard me walk up."

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

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

"well, it's true."

"Where is everybody ? he wondered.

"Everybody is either at luncheon, left before lunch, 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 mornings, and I didn't want to induce to waste money on a new pair just for the weekend."

It made sense that he liked to run. He looked like a runner. thick, powerful legs. 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 of respect 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 look her up and down, like he had done so many multiplication before. He knew she knew he was attracted to her, and knew she had probably guessed, correctly, that she was just his type.

Short, cute white girl. Curvy in every blank space he liked.

He loved vauntingly bosom on a small frame.

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

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

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

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

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

"No,"she said coldly, and resolutely.

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

Claire rolled her eyes.

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

"I bet you could."

Chris was being very forward today. Normally she liked things straightforward, but this fourth dimension it was a turn-off. She knew, however, that if she didn't child's play along, his small plot might go on for awhile.

"I could, if my foreman was someone I was attracted to, sleep with them,"she answered.

"What about a co-worker ?"

She sighed."If it was someone 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 someone 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 black guys ?"

"At the second, I'm less attracted to you the someone 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 playscript like this, it doesn't have in mind I want to speak with you about sex."

"Look…I'm occupy. I think we both know that as a fact. But considering this really doesn't look like it's going to occur, I'll make a softwood with you. Answer three Thomas More query, apply me something to cerebrate about at dark, and I'll leave you alone."

Claire couldn't believe he finally said it out loud. Finally admitted it. And couldn't believe he thought he could trick her into thought process she owed him something.

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

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

"That's mulct, that's fair. And a promise will continue a promise."

He felt comparable things might be moving in the way he wanted, if he was deliberate. If not, he'd have to piss good on his promise and leave her alone. And he couldn't imagine that. The thing he wanted to do to her.

"mulct. Three questions."

He smiled.

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

"I have no idea."

"Think about it."

"Okay…well, I let a guy piece of tail my boobs before, and cum on my bureau 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 center 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 ring, he could be right over."

"No."

"Alright alright. Final question. 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 work done, she could start her weekend.

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

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

"I've seen sufficiency of them to know you're not going to express me something new."

"Maybe. Maybe not."

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

"I understand that."

Exasperated."O.K., then why do it ?"

"I have a good feeling about this."

The authority was objectionable. She wanted to get him fired. She'd always had attention from men, but at least some actually strike hard it off when they know they're not getting anywhere.

Claire noticed, though, that even though he'd crossed the line, 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-bodied to subsist out the fantasy.

She thought, if a pocket-sized part of her was enjoying this, then let him take his shaft out. One fast glance, value it for what it is, then he puts it away.

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

Chris unzipped, without very much hesitation.

He reached in his pant, and pulled out, unsurprisingly, quite a boastfully prick. Not set up, but still big.

Claire began to wonder how it changed when it was hard. How a good deal magnanimous it got. How much thicker.

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

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

He was still ill-timed. It wasn't anything new. But she was intrigued regardless.

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

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

Claire was still looking into his oculus. She did not respond. They did not snap off eye contact.

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

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

She was still looking straight up at him.

Chris grabbed Claire's in good order manus, and placed it on his prick. It was huge in her hand.

She began to stroke it, and it wasn't long before it became punishing. Erect, it was even bigger in her hired man. So big, that she realized she was going to hold 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 center the intact time.

He wondered how far this would go.

He decided to test the water.

Chris gently removed Claire's hands from his cock. He lightly grabbed the right face of the back of her head and cervix, and pushed his hawkshaw toward her face.

Claire slowly opened her sass, and Chris touched his tip to her rim. In reaction, her tongue began to lick the tip of his putz. He nearly came in that instant, from that alone. He was glad he didn't. He had more he wanted to do to her.

When Chris found the in good order mo, he began to slide his dick deeper into Claire's mouth. Neither of them could believe how very much of him fit. So he kept going. And going.
He must have been down her throat before he began to tear 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 threshold right now ?"he asked.

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

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

"Fuck me. right hand here."

She unbuckled his pants, and pulled them down.

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

Had he been interested, he could have taken a consequence yearner to see how she looked before taking them off. He would possess seen how perfect they made her ass look.

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

Not wanting to pretermit 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 to his mouth, and put her legs 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 snatch looked. He couldn't get enough. He could go down on her for days.

Chris's spit explored every inch of her. He was tempted to research further due south, but decided not to.

Claire's unharmed soundbox was vibrating. Every sensation was intense. Anybody could walk through the room access at any instant and see everything. But she didn't care. She wanted them to look.

He could palpate her legs tightening around his neck. He had to stop over. 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 unbroken, until his dick was finally inside of her.

She gasped and grabbed office of the desk to stabilize herself. All of him was in her.

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

He grabbed the back of her neck opening with both of his hands to keep a hold on her, and she wrapped her legs around his backrest. She wanted more, faster. So she used her legs to pull him in. He was more than happy to let her have sex herself with his dick.

"Are you sure you don't want me to holler my friend ? You could suffer 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 dress. Chris pulled off her bra.

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

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

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

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

"Nope."

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

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

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

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

He stood up, still inside her.

"I wan na try something."

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

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

"Please."

He walked them both up to the desk.

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

Chris spun Claire around. She lay 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 black guys, and yet here was one fucking her. Fucking her, possibly, difficult than she'd ever been fucked. She wanted every inch of his cock. Anywhere he wanted to put it.

She wanted to make him cum hard. She wanted her twat to be the reason he came heavy than he ever had in his integral life. She wanted his dick to draw 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 immerse 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 final drop he had shot into her mouth. She knew this, and opened her mouth to shew him.

And then swallowed the whole thing

…

When the clothes came back on, Claire wondered how things had happened so quickly.

Chris grabbed his earpiece, and looked like he was about to leave. 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 entrust you alone ?"

She looked into his eye from across the way. He looked into hers .