She missed phone yell ... a lot. She made typos ... a lot. Hell she even talked on the phone on personal calls during society time ... a hell of a lot. But all things considered she was still the best secretarial assistant that the company had ever had ... John thought to himself. If only because she was so bloody hot.

He smiled to himself as he watched her at the copy machine, he could see the slender bend of her eubstance highlighted by the windowpane in front of her. While he could see the slender lines of her bra, there were no matching personal line of credit below. His cock stirred in his trouser as he realized that she must not be wearing any panties.

He tried to drop the thought and takings to the report in front of him, which he had carefully stacked in front of him in a shadowy effort to reckon busybodied without actually doing any piece of work. No matter how hard he tried his center kept drifting back to her, her prospicient legs, her ample chest of drawers, her chestnut hair. He realized after a moment that he had been staring at her, and with a shock he realized that she was staring back at him, and smiling a smile that would bear made a nun faint.

'' Are you ready for lunch ? '' she said. She leaned over giving him an eye full of her breathtaking cleavage.

'' Yea, what are you having for luncheon ? '' he asked, aware of the fact that his facial expression was flushing.

'' You '' she said, her smile widening `` I have noticed you staring at me for awhile now ... '' she said

'' What ? No ... '' He started to protest

'' Shhh ... '' she cooed, one digit brushing his mouth. She pushed him back before plopping herself down into his lap. She pulled his head towards hers and their lips met, he could taste the slight flavor of cherry before her natural language darted into his mouth.

His limb slipped around her, pulling her body against his. He thrilled at the spirit of her breasts pressing against his chest and the carnal oestrus that radiated from her body. He picked her up and set her on his desk, ignoring the immediate mess this made of his report.

She leaned back exposing her pussy and confirming his belief in the fact that she was not wearing any panties, John groaned loudly. He bent her legs back, pressing them against her chest and lifting her ass off the edge of the table. He slid one finger along the distance of her prick and smiled as she shuddered. Her pussy was already sopping wet and his prick strained against the cotton fiber prison of his bloomers. He slipped one hand down the front of his pants and freed his stopcock, which promptly stood at attention. Without missing a musical rhythm he slid the forefront of his cock through the out lips of her kitty, feeling the heat that radiated off of it and gathering up some of her moisture before pressing his cock inside of her.

She groaned, a sound that was more creature than human, as his peter split the lips of her kitty-cat apart and forced its way inside of her.

'' Oh ... Mr. Johnson '' she groaned, her judgment of conviction trailed off as her eye rolled up as though she were trying to see the inside of her skull.

Her puritanical ovalbumin blouse was disheveled by their prior activeness, and the edges of a black lacing bra peeked out. Her disgraceful bird was rolled up over her waist leaving her pussy exposed. He eased his rooster inside of her, reveling in the flavour as her tight cunt gripped at his ray of light. He took one of her ankle joint in both paw, spreading her branch further apart, the lovingness of her hide oozed through the sheer pantyhose she was wearing.

Their bodies met and merged, spreading the audio of their mania through the work area, a heap of papers was knocked to the floor, something which he silently cursed her for, as he fucked her.

'' Im cumming ! '' she cried, her body shook and jerked as she seemed to mislay temporary control condition of her limbs as she surrendered to her pleasure. After a here and now she seemed to regain her sense of control and she started to list forward.

She righted herself, sitting up on the desk, and pushed him down into a sitting billet, her script on his pectus firm but insistent. As he took his seat she climbed up on top of him. She hovered above him for an New York minute, bringing her twat almost to eye story as she lined up his dick before thrusting herself down upon it. Her high school heeled shoe clicked against the surface of the desk as she took his tool inside of her. With rush, do-or-die hands he bared one of her breasts, his hungry sass latching upon her exposed nipple. Her buddy shuddered at his touch and one of her hands pressed the back of his chief more firmly against her chest. Her hips shuddered and gyrated, grinding their crotch together. All at once her body rocked and she threw her fountainhead back as she moaned half formed thought process about cumming. She would experience fallen in that minute were not his arms entwined around her body, as her pegleg gave out. His own orgam had been waiting in the wings for some metre and the speech sound of her final pleasance brought it roaring to life. He lifted her hips up before slamming them back down upon his, sinking his tool as deep into her pussy as he could as cum erupted from his cock, coating the inside of her twat with his seed. He took no notice of her surprised cry, so consumed was he in ecstasy.

They collapsed together, lying amidst the detritus that had been the report he was working on, now spread over the length of his office. He could feel his cum leaking out of her and dripping down his cock, which was slowly pulling itself out of her as it shrank back to its normal size. He was pretty sure that this was the best lunch shift in Holocene memory .