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

It was strange to take in the total office empty. But she also enjoyed the silence. She could get work done quicker without anyone to deflect her.

Sitting on her desk, next to her computer, was a book. Beautiful Bastard. She'd been reading it on the train, and sometimes at work when she wanted a falling 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 topic. She wanted to register the leger more than trouble about what others thought might be going through her mind.

They would never be able to guess, anyway.

She couldn't believe how wet it made her. Arriving at body of work, it was tempting to walk in, rush to the bathroom, and finish the job that a book and her imaging had started.

Work sex. A chief and Edward 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 slue from oeuvre, and back towards the book. Taking a break would be great. She'd been typing almost non-stop since the morning time. Reading a niggling would break up the monotony of the day so far.

Maybe since cypher was in the office, she thought, it could be a good sentence to act out at least half of the fancy. Sex in the authority still, but with an imaginary boss and a few fingers that, by this point, knew exactly where to go and for how long. The fact that she was wearing a garb would draw it easy.

No, she couldn't. It was a skillful thought, but it was either the substantial thing or nothing.

The doorbell on the figurehead doorway chimed, meaning mortal had come back to the office. She peeked up over the cell wall. It was Chris, one of her co-workers. New to the government agency. Awkward to stomach future to, since he was a full understructure taller than her.

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

She sat back in her chair, closed her eyes, and knead the bridge of her nose with a thumb and forefinger. Staring at the computer was an absolute strain on the oculus. Not a great thing for someone with invariant migraine."Please let me not get a hemicrania,"she pleaded with her head.

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

When she jumped, he laughed."Sorry, thought you see me walk 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 dejeuner, left before lunch, or working from home base,"she told him."Speaking of, I thought that was what you were doing today."

"I am, but I forgot my earpiece here yesterday. I run Sat and Lord's Day mornings, and I didn't want to have to liquidate money on a new twain 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 Bible on Claire's desk.

"…that's an interest 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 look 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, cute white girl. Curvy in every place he liked.

He loved boastfully boob 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 estimation of him bringing that out in her. Almost as if she had given up some ground in her fight against his advances.

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

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

"I hope you can see, from the aspect on my aspect, how out or keeping 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 gaffer, but a fellow 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 things straightforward, but this clock time it was a turn-off. She knew, however, that if she didn't play along, his little plot might go on for awhile.

"I could, if my boss was someone I was attracted to, kip with them,"she answered.

"What about a co-worker ?"

She sighed."If it was soul 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 opprobrious guys ?"

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

"Hey you're the one with the Scripture. 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 puritan and I'm reading a book like this, it doesn't mean I want to babble with you about sex."

"Look…I'm matter to. 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 great deal with you. resolve three Sir Thomas More inquiry, return me something to recall about at Night, 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 she owed him something.

On the other script though…it did intend he'd leave her alone.

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

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

He felt care matter might be moving in the direction he wanted, if he was deliberate. If not, he'd have to make up good on his hope and leave her alone. And he couldn't imagine that. The affair he wanted to do to her.

"amercement. Three questions."

He smiled.

"What's the strange thing you've ever done in bed ?"

"I have no idea."

"Think about it."

"Okay…well, I let a guy fuck my dummy before, and cum on my chest of drawers and face."

"That's STRANGE to you ?"

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

"Man, that's too bad."

She rolled her middle again.

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

"I have not, no."

"We could convert that. I've got a friend I could scream, he could be proper over."

"No."

"Alright alright. final question. If I pulled my peter 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 embark on her weekend.

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

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

"I've seen sufficiency of them to get laid you're not going to show me something new."

"Maybe. Maybe not."

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

"I understand that."

Exasperated."okay, then why do it ?"

"I have a good feeling about this."

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

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

She thought, if a small piece of her was enjoying this, then let him take his pecker out. One straightaway glance, appreciate it for what it is, then he puts it away.

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

Chris unzipped, without very much hesitation.

He reached in his pants, and pulled out, unsurprisingly, quite a enceinte hawkshaw. Not put up, but still big.

Claire began to wonder how it changed when it was hard. How much 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 thirster than she had originally intended.

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

He was still wrong. 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 centre. She did not respond. They did not break eye contact.

From where she was sitting, and considering his tallness, his pecker was at the Same tier as her head.

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

She was still looking straight up at him.

Chris grabbed Claire's flop bridge player, and placed it on his cock. It was Brobdingnagian in her hand.

She began to stroke it, and it wasn't long before it became heavily. Erect, it was even bigger 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 centre the intact time.

He wondered how far this would go.

He decided to essay the water.

Chris gently removed Claire's script from his pecker. He lightly grabbed the right side of the back of her header and neck, and pushed his shaft toward her face.

Claire slowly opened her mouth, and Chris touched his tip to her lip. In answer, her natural language began to thrash the tip of his dick. 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 right import, he began to slide his dick deeper into Claire's mouth. Neither of them could trust how much of him fit. So he kept going. And going.
He must have been down her throat before he began to rip back. He pulled all the way out, and pushed it in again. Out, then in. Out, then in.

"What would you do if mortal walked in the room access right now ?"he asked.

Claire didn't respond. Instead, she brushed his script 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 endure out this fantasy.

"Fuck me. mightily here."

She unbuckled his pants, and pulled them down.

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

Had he been interested, he could accept taken a second longer to see how she looked before taking them off. He would accept seen how arrant they made her ass look.

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

Not wanting to neglect 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 kitty-cat right to his mouth, 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 pussycat looked. He couldn't get enough. He could go down on her for days.

Chris's natural language explored every inch of her. He was tempted to explore further Confederate States, but decided not to.

Claire's whole trunk was vibrating. Every sensation was intense. Anybody could walk through the doorway at any instant and see everything. But she didn't tending. She wanted them to look.

He could feel her legs tightening around his neck. He had to barricade. 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 middleman remained unplowed, until his cock was finally inside of her.

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

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

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

"Are you sure you don't want me to call my Friend ? You could birth another one of these to encounter with."

Claire smiled, but ignored the comment.

Chris grabbed cargo deck of her altogether body, and sat them both down in her chair. It didn't take long for his cock to find her. To be in her again.

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

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

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

"Not… gon na happen,"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 intellect about this, he was wrong.

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

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

Chris knew he was going to cum at some power point soon, and wanted to try one more thing 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 have sex you existent hard."

"Please."

He walked them both up to the desk.

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

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

He began fucking Claire hard. She began screaming.

She had never been attracted to black guy wire, 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 make him cum hard. She wanted her puss to be the reason he came severe than he ever had in his entire life. She wanted his dick to cook her cum harder than ever before.

Just as she thought this, she came. The whiz, 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 eat up 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 care, 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 drop he had shot into her mouth. She knew this, and opened her mouth to show him.

And then swallowed the unscathed thing

…

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

Chris grabbed his headphones, and looked like he was about to forget. 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 optic from across the room. He looked into hers .