Claire was the exclusively someone left in the office. It was a Fri, and those who had not taken a one-half day or a hale 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 suffer the stallion post empty. But she also enjoyed the secrecy. She could get work done quicker without anyone to distract her.

Sitting on her desk, next to her computer, was a rule book. Beautiful Bastard. She'd been reading it on the train, and sometimes at oeuvre when she wanted a prisonbreak from looking at her estimator. masses would stare, when they knew the contentedness of the leger. She could see them looking. But it didn't matter. She wanted to read the Word more than worry 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 work, it was tempting to walk in, rush to the bathroom, and finish up the job that a account book and her imagination had started.

Work sex. A Bos and young 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, total true.

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

Maybe since cypher was in the office, she thought, it could be a good time to act out at least half of the fantasy. Sex in the federal agency still, but with an imaginary boss and a few fingers that, by this dot, knew exactly where to go and for how long. The fact that she was wearing a dress would progress to it easy.

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

The Bell on the straw man threshold chimed, meaning somebody had come back to the office. She peeked up over the cell wall. It was Chris, one of her colleague. New to the government agency. Awkward to stand 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, zero more. Chris made it very vindicated from the kickoff that he was attracted to her. Which was flattering, but goose egg Sir Thomas More. She had never been attracted to inglorious guys.

She sat back in her chair, closed her eyes, and massage the bridge of her nose with a thumb and index finger. Staring at the computer was an absolute strain on the eye. Not a cracking thing for someone with constant megrim."Please let me not get a hemicrania,"she pleaded with her head.

When she opened her heart, Chris was standing in the door of her stall. 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 here and now 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."public speaking of, I thought that was what you were doing today."

"I am, but I forgot my headphones here yesterday. I run Sat and Dominicus break of the day, and I didn't want to have to waste money on a new duet just for the weekend."

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

Chris noticed the book on Claire's desk.

"…that's an interesting 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, cunning white missy. Curvy in every berth he liked.

He loved with child chest on a small frame.

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

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

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

"I hope you can see, from the look 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 respond the question."

"No,"she said coldly, and resolutely.

"I don't know about sleeping with a foreman, 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 fourth dimension it was a turn-off. She knew, however, that if she didn't bid along, his little game might go on for awhile.

"I could, if my honcho 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 favorable smiling from now on as well.

"I said if it was individual 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 Joseph Black guy rope ?"

"At the moment, I'm less attract to you the individual 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 book like this, it doesn't hateful I want to peach with you about sex."

"Look…I'm interested. I think we both know that as a fact. But considering this really doesn't flavour like it's going to happen, I'll make a muckle with you. result three Sir Thomas More questions, leave me something to think 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 thinking she owed him something.

On the former mitt though…it did imply 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 fair. And a promise will continue a promise."

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

"Fine. Three questions."

He smiled.

"What's the strangest thing 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 bureau and face."

"That's STRANGE to you ?"

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

"Man, that's too bad."

She rolled her optic 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 call off, he could be mighty over."

"No."

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

This is where the day had gone ? A unproblematic Friday. If she could only get her work done, she could bulge out her weekend.

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

"Just to see the looking in your eyes 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 variety of fucked up, right ? Dick in the pants, dick out the pants, you've said enough for me to be capable to get you fired."

"I understand that."

Exasperated."okeh, then why do it ?"

"I have a good flavor about this."

The authority was obnoxious. She wanted to get him fired. She'd always had care 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 live out the fantasy.

She thought, if a lowly voice of her was enjoying this, then let him guide his gumshoe out. One quick glance, value 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 erect, but still big.

Claire began to question how it changed when it was hard. How much bigger it got. How much thicker.

There was an extended quiet. Only Chris had noticed how much time had passed. Claire was completely unaware 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 gaze from his dick and looked up at him. He could see something in those center. 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 height, his hawkshaw was at the Lapp level 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 aright paw, and placed it on his dick. It was Brobdingnagian in her hand.

She began to stroke it, and it wasn't long before it became hard. Erect, it was even bigger in her hand. So big, that she realized she was going to bear 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 total time.

He wondered how far this would go.

He decided to prove the water.

Chris gently removed Claire's hands from his putz. He lightly grabbed the right side of the book binding of her read/write head and neck opening, and pushed his dick toward her face.

Claire slowly opened her lip, and Chris touched his tip to her sassing. In response, her tongue began to lick 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 rightfield moment, he began to skid his dick deeper into Claire's lip. Neither of them could conceive how much of him fit. So he kept going. And going.
He must have been down her throat before he began to attract 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 hand away, and began sucking his pecker on her own.

She decided she wanted him to eff 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 edge of her desk, and removed her underwear.

Had he been matter to, he could have taken a moment longsighted 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 scanty ass sitting on a slightly cold surface. She was looking right into his optic 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 right to his mouth, and put her stage around his shoulders. He was holding her with one had. She screamed when his knife first found her clit.

The way she tasted. How beautiful her kitty 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 research further S, but decided not to.

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

He could experience her wooden leg tightening around his neck opening. 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 unploughed, until his prick was finally inside of her.

She gasped and grabbed parts of the desk to brace 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 cargo area on her, and she wrapped her legs around his back. She wanted more, faster. So she used her legs 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 shout out my friend ? You could stimulate another one of these to make for with."

Claire smiled, but ignored the comment.

Chris grabbed hold of her totally 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 frock. Chris pulled off her bra.

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

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

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

"ejaculate on. You'd look so in force 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 be active her up and down on him, slowly.

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

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

He stood up, still inside her.

"I wan na try something."

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

"I'm going to fuck you substantial 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 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 guys, and yet here was one fucking her. Fucking her, possibly, harder than she'd ever been fucked. She wanted every in of his pecker. Anywhere he wanted to put it.

She wanted to pee him cum hard. She wanted her pussy to be the rationality he came harder than he ever had in his entire sprightliness. She wanted his dick to make her cum harder than ever before.

Just as she thought this, she came. The wizard, 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 swallow all of it."

"Then get ready."

Quickly, Claire knelt on the trading floor, and took him into her mouth. He was close. Just a fiddling 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 rima oris filled with his cum.

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

And then swallowed the unanimous 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 pass on. Which was okay. 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 middle from across the room. He looked into hers .