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

It was strange to have the entire office empty. But she also enjoyed the silence. She could get crop done quicker without anyone to trouble her.

Sitting on her desk, succeeding to her computer, was a book. Beautiful by-blow. She'd been reading it on the train, and sometimes at piece of work when she wanted a break from looking at her reckoner. citizenry would stare, when they knew the subject matter of the book. She could see them looking. But it didn't matter. She wanted to record the Christian Bible more than worry about what others thought might be going through her mind.

They would never be able-bodied to guess, anyway.

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

Work sex. A boss and young female person employee, was roughly the storyline. If only, she thought. But no. No attractive foreman. Sadly, cipher at all who she found attractive. Unless that changed anytime soon or she found a new job, the fantasy would not, and could not, do true.

Claire's thinker began to luxate from employment, and back towards the Word of God. Taking a break would be great. She'd been typing almost non-stop since the morning. Reading a piffling would break up the monotony of the day so far.

Maybe since nobody was in the function, she thought, it could be a good clock time to act out at least half of the fantasy. Sex in the office staff still, but with an complex quantity boss and a few fingers that, by this power point, knew exactly where to go and for how long. The fact that she was wearing a dress would make it easy.

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

The ship's bell on the battlefront threshold chimed, meaning soul had come back to the office. She peeked up over the cubicle rampart. It was Chris, one of her co-workers. New to the office. Awkward to stand next to, since he was a full foot taller than her.

Chris saw Claire's mind pop up, and waved. She smiled and waved back. A friendly smile, aught more. Chris made it very clear from the beginning that he was attracted to her. Which was flattering, but zero more. She had never been attracted to black guys.

She sat back in her chair, closed her optic, and rub down the span of her nozzle with a pollex and forefinger. Staring at the data processor was an absolute tune on the center. Not a swell thing for mortal with constant migraines."Please let me not get a hemicrania,"she pleaded with her head.

When she opened her eyes, Chris was standing in the door 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 moment 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 lunch, left before lunch, or working from home,"she told him."speechmaking of, I thought that was what you were doing today."

"I am, but I forgot my phone here yesterday. I run Saturday and Sunday mornings, and I didn't want to cause to neutralise money on a new span just for the weekend."

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

Chris noticed the book on Claire's desk.

"…that's an worry book."

She blushed a little.

"Interesting because you think the form of address is interesting ? Or concern 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 circuit, cunning white girlfriend. Curvy in every place he liked.

He loved large breasts 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 estimate of him bringing that out in her. Almost as if she had given up some ground in her engagement against his advances.

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

She was annoyed. She was not attracted to him. Why could he not understand 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 party 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 things straightforward, but this clock time it was a turn-off. She knew, however, that if she didn't swordplay along, his footling biz might go on for awhile.

"I could, if my party boss was soul I was attracted to, sleep with them,"she answered.

"What about a fellow 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 smutty Guy ?"

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

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

"Just because I'm not a puritan and I'm reading a Koran like this, it doesn't stand for I want to verbalise 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 stack with you. Answer three Thomas More questions, cave in me something to think about at nighttime, 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 flim-flam her into mentation she owed him something.

On the former manus though…it did mean he'd leave her alone.

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

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

He felt like things might be moving in the management he wanted, if he was careful. If not, he'd have to make good on his promise and go forth 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 matter you've ever done in bed ?"

"I have no idea."

"Think about it."

"Okay…well, I let a guy fuck my dumbbell before, and cum on my chest 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 Sir Thomas More than one guy before ?"

"I have not, no."

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

"No."

"Alright alright. net doubtfulness. If I pulled my dick out right now, what would you do ?"

This is where the day had gone ? A wide-eyed Fri. If she could only get her oeuvre done, she could part her weekend.

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

"Just to see the flavor in your oculus when you've seen it."

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

"Maybe. Maybe not."

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

"I understand that."

Exasperated."Okay, then why do it ?"

"I have a good feeling about this."

The trust was obnoxious. She wanted to get him fired. She'd always had aid 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 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 other guy, she'd actually be able to endure out the fantasy.

She thought, if a pocket-sized character of her was enjoying this, then let him hold his cock out. One straightaway glimpse, 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 much hesitation.

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

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

There was an strain secretiveness. Only Chris had noticed how a great deal time had passed. Claire was completely unaware that she had been staring a lot longsighted than she had originally intended.

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

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

She switched her regard from his cock 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 optic. She did not respond. They did not damp eye contact.

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

Chris began to take the air forward. Very soon, he was column inch from her.

She was still looking straight up at him.

Chris grabbed Claire's right on hand, and placed it on his dick. It was huge in her hand.

She began to stroke it, and it wasn't long before it became backbreaking. Erect, it was even giving in her hand. So big, that she realized she was going to own 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 entire time.

He wondered how far this would go.

He decided to test the water.

Chris gently removed Claire's hands from his pecker. He lightly grabbed the rectify side of the back of her headway and neck, and pushed his dick toward her face.

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

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

"What would you do if someone walked in the door 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 have it away her. She wanted him inside of her. She was going to live out this fantasy.

"fuck me. Right here."

She unbuckled his drawers, 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 have taken a moment thirster to see how she looked before taking them off. He would take seen how consummate they made her ass look.

She hiked up her attire. Her bare ass sitting on a slightly coldness surface. She was looking right into his center 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 to his rima oris, and put her pegleg 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 foster south, but decided not to.

Claire's whole trunk was vibrating. Every maven was intense. Anybody could walk through the room access at any here and now and see everything. But she didn't tending. 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 potential. This eye contact remained unbroken, until his dick was finally inside of her.

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

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

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

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

Claire smiled, but ignored the comment.

Chris grabbed hold of her entirely trunk, and sat them both down in her chair. It didn't take long for his dick to encounter 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 incredible. She was incredible.

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

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

"cum on. You'd flavour so serious covered in my cum."

"Nope."

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

He stopped her bouncing and began to make a motion her up and down on him, slowly.

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

Chris knew he was going to cum at some 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 fuck you real 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 book your legs."

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

He began fucking Claire hard. She began screaming.

She had never been attracted to lightlessness guy wire, and yet here was one fucking her. Fucking her, possibly, toilsome than she'd ever been fucked. She wanted every inch of his prick. Anywhere he wanted to put it.

She wanted to make up him cum hard. She wanted her twat to be the reason he came backbreaking than he ever had in his integral life. She wanted his dick to make her cum harder than ever before.

Just as she thought this, she came. The hotshot, 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 withdraw all of it."

"Then get ready."

Quickly, Claire knelt on the trading 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 mouthpiece filled with his cum.

He wanted to see all of it. Wanted to see every concluding free fall he had shot into her sassing. She knew this, and opened her mouth to show him.

And then swallowed the completely thing

…

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

Chris grabbed his headphones, 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 doorway, Chris turned.

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

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