Claire was the only soul left in the government agency. It was a Friday, and those who had not taken a half day or a unanimous day off were at dejeuner. She had been invited along, but needed to sour more than she needed to exact a long lunch.

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

Sitting on her desk, next to her computer, was a book of account. Beautiful illegitimate child. She'd been reading it on the wagon train, and sometimes at piece of work when she wanted a gap from looking at her computing machine. people would stare, when they knew the contentedness of the book of account. She could see them looking. But it didn't matter. She wanted to read the book to a greater extent than trouble 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 oeuvre, it was tempting to walk in, rush to the bathroom, and finish the job that a Holy Scripture and her imagination had started.

Work sex. A boss and vernal female employee, was roughly the storyline. 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 fantasy would not, and could not, come true.

Claire's mind began to slip from study, and back towards the volume. Taking a break would be great. She'd been typing almost non-stop since the morning. Reading a piddling would break up the monotony of the day so far.

Maybe since nobody was in the office, she thought, it could be a salutary time to act out at to the lowest degree half of the fancy. Sex in the office still, but with an notional political boss and a few digit that, by this point, knew exactly where to go and for how hanker. The fact that she was wearing a dress would relieve oneself it easy.

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

The bell on the front threshold chimed, meaning somebody had come back to the business office. She peeked up over the carrell wall. It was Chris, one of her workfellow. New to the role. Awkward to bear 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 favorable smile, zip more. Chris made it very clear-cut from the kickoff 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 professorship, closed her eye, and massage the bridge of her nose with a thumb and index. Staring at the reckoner was an absolute form on the eyes. Not a great thing for someone with constant megrim."Please let me not get a migraine,"she pleaded with her head.

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

"I am, but I forgot my headphone here yesterday. I run Saturday and William Ashley Sunday mornings, and I didn't want to have to emaciate money on a new brace just for the weekend."

It made mother wit that he liked to run. He looked like a base runner. midst, powerful stage. In shape.

Chris noticed the ledger on Claire's desk.

"…that's an concern book."

She blushed a little.

"Interesting because you think the title is interesting ? Or worry 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 Elwyn Brooks White fille. Curvy in every place he liked.

He loved prominent breast on a small frame.

"Yes…it's interesting,"she said, no longer blushing. She was annoyed that she'd blushed a trivial. She didn't like the thought of him bringing that out in her. Almost as if she had given up some earth in her fight 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 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 understand this ?

"I hope you can see, from the verbalism on my cheek, 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 chief, 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 time it was a turn-off. She knew, however, that if she didn't play along, his little game might go on for awhile.

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

"What about a fellow worker ?"

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

He smiled. She did not. And she was done with the well-disposed 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 black guy cable ?"

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

"Hey you're the one with the book of account. 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 prude and I'm reading a book like this, it doesn't mean 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 expression like it's going to happen, I'll make a wad with you. resolve three More question, give me something to think about at dark, and I'll leave you alone."

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

On the early hand though…it did mean he'd leave her alone.

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

"That's fine, that's average. And a promise will continue a promise."

He felt comparable things might be moving in the focusing he wanted, if he was measured. If not, he'd have to make good on his hope and leave her alone. And he couldn't imagine that. The things he wanted to do to her.

"mulct. Three questions."

He smiled.

"What's the unusual matter you've ever done in bed ?"

"I have no idea."

"Think about it."

"Okay…well, I let a guy fuck my boobs 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 more than one guy before ?"

"I have not, no."

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

"No."

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

This is where the day had gone ? A unsubdivided Fri. If she could only get her work done, she could initiate her weekend.

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

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

"I've seen sufficiency of them to have intercourse you're not going to usher me something new."

"Maybe. Maybe not."

"You realize this is kind of fucked up, right ? Dick in the trouser, dick out the trouser, 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 right feeling about this."

The confidence was obnoxious. She wanted to get him fired. She'd always had tending from men, but at least some actually pink 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 live out the fantasy.

She thought, if a small part of her was enjoying this, then let him call for his dick out. One warm coup d'oeil, treasure 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 a lot hesitation.

He reached in his pants, and pulled out, unsurprisingly, quite a great peter. Not erect, but still big.

Claire began to enquire 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 incognizant that she had been staring a lot longer 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 peter and looked up at him. He could see something in those oculus. Those big, beautiful eyes.

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

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

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

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

She was still looking straight up at him.

Chris grabbed Claire's right 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 operose. Erect, it was even bad in her hand. So big, that she realized she was going to ingest 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 optic the entire 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 incline of the rear of her head and neck, and pushed his dick toward her face.

Claire slowly opened her backtalk, 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 New York minute, from that alone. He was glad he didn't. He had more he wanted to do to her.

When Chris found the right moment, he began to slew 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 pull back. He pulled all the way out, and pushed it in again. Out, then in. Out, then in.

"What would you do if soul walked in the door 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 live out this fantasy.

"fuck me. Right here."

She unbuckled his pants, and pulled them down.

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

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

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

Not wanting to overlook 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 slit rightfulness to his mouth, and put her peg around his shoulder. He was holding her with one had. She screamed when his knife 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 explore further south, but decided not to.

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

He could feel 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 piece of the desk to stabilize herself. All of him was in her.

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

He grabbed the back of her cervix with both of his paw to keep a cargo hold on her, and she wrapped her legs around his binding. She wanted more, faster. So she used her leg to draw out 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 champion ? You could have another one of these to work with."

Claire smiled, but ignored the comment.

Chris grabbed hold 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 wearing apparel. Chris pulled off her bra.

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

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

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

"Come on. You'd look so unspoilt 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 nipples. Sucking on them. Gently biting them.

Chris knew he was going to cum at some point soon, and wanted to try one to a greater extent 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 bang you real hard."

"Please."

He walked them both up to the desk.

"Without pulling out, I'm going to whirl you around. Lay flat 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 breasts together slightly.

He began fucking Claire hard. She began screaming.

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

She wanted to pee-pee him cum hard. She wanted her pussycat to be the reason he came harder than he ever had in his entire life. She wanted his putz to score 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 live with all of it."

"Then get ready."

Quickly, Claire knelt on the trading floor, and took him into her sassing. 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 middle, it was about to happen.

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

Claire's rima oris filled with his cum.

He wanted to see all of it. Wanted to see every last drop curtain he had shot into her mouth. She knew this, and opened her mouth to read him.

And then swallowed the whole thing

…

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

Chris grabbed his headphones, and looked like he was about to pull up stakes. 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 behind you alone ?"

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