Ellen sat at her desk working on the company's profit and expiration report. Ellen started as a temp 6 years ago and worked up the ladder to the attitude she is in now, administrative assistant to the COO. She had worked very hard in and out of the berth to get to where she was at. As she worked on the report, she is buzzed.

"Yes sir."

"Ellen can you please come in here, and lock the room access when you enter ?"

"Be right there"

Ellen looked around the bureau as she turned around in her chair. She shifted in her chair, and raised her skirt up. She reached under her skirt and slowly slid her lacy thong down her hips and her toned tanned stage. She opened her desk drawer and laid them inside and took out a band and pulled her long John Brown hair into a crib tail. She got up, adjusted her skirt and walked to the door behind her desk. With her hand on the threshold knob, she took a thick breathing space and entered. As she was instructed she closed and locked the doorway behind her. She turned to present her boss with a fake grin on her face. As she starts walking toward his desk, she begins to unbutton her blouse.

"You need something sir ?"

"Yes Ellen, I do"

Pete was a 52 year old wed executive director. He had a reputation for making the companies he worked for a lot of money. He was an obese guy and as the new, sexy Ellen approached him he lifted his belly and began to unbuckle his pants. As Ellen approached she opened her blouse, he inglorious bra was good of her 34 DD breast.

"Take your bra off and let me see the knocker I bought for you."

She knelt down and reaches back to unhook her bra and let her titties bounce disengage as he pulled out his small pudgy cock. She went straight to work. She opened her mouth and engulfed his entire distance with out preparation. She cupped his Lucille Ball as she bobbed her headspring up and down his stopcock. His custody were all over her tits, pulling her pap as he moaned and pumped his hip joint pushing his cock into her mouth.

"Ok I am ready"Pete said sternly.

Ellen stood up and pulled her dame up, and bent across his desk. Her white meat pressed into the cold wood. Pete, with his pants around his ankle moved behind her and rammed his prick into her smooth, tight pussy. He took hold of her hips and pounded her strong. Ellen moaned as he pounded her, she lifted so her teat rubbed across the smooth woodwind instrument of the desk. The hardness of the desk was sending electricity through her organic structure. She was going to actually cum this meter, if he lasted a few more minutes, instead of having to fake it. She heard Pete begin to moan, she knew it was coming so she squealed softly and squeezed her pussy lip tight around his turncock, and faked another orgasm as she felt Pete release his cum into her.

He pulled out and fell back into his chair as he breathed heavy. Ellen bent over and picked her bra off the floor and put it back on then adjusted her skirt.

"Don't forget your 2 o'clock appointment with Mr. David Smith, and its your day of remembrance, so I had a dozen rosebush delivered to you married woman's office."Ellen said as she exited Pete's office.

Ellen stopped by her desk, and took her thong out of it and stuck it into her purse and headed to the restroom to clean up. With Pete's cum running down her second joint, she opened the door to a stall and entered. Once she was cleaned up she returned to her desk to finish her work.

The chain armour ran at 1:30. Josh, the guy from the mail room gave her a New York minute as he laid a quite a little of mail on her desk. Josh was a college student and the son of one of the down in the mouth executive. He was a few years younger than Ellen but she found him cute, so as he walked away she smiled at him as she pushed her bangs out of her case. As she fumbled through the mail, an unmarked envelope caught her eye. There was no name or destination, so she gave into her rarity and opened the envelope.

In the gasbag was a note with a pocket-sized envelope inside it. The tone read :

"Meet me in the mail service room at 4 pm….J"

Ellen opened the smaller envelope. inside were several photograph. Tears built up in Ellen's middle as she saw the picture. Every picture was of her. There were photos of her with Pete, Mr. Smith, the CEO and Mrs. Benjamin Franklin Norris Jr. the director of finance. The final photo was unfamiliar to her. It was of an put up rooster. A very dainty cock Ellen sentiment. She put the photos back inside the envelope and placed them in her purse.

The rest of the day was a waste. Everything Ellen tried to do, she messed up. Her mind kept going back to the photos. If this person knew about her liaison, who else did ? How did he get the photo ? She watched the clock as she nibbled on her finger nails, a wont she had in center school. By 3pm the butterfly in her stomach had turned into eagles.

At 3:30, Pete came back from his encounter with Mr. Kathryn Elizabeth Smith. He laid a pot of data file on her desk.

"We will go over these tomorrow. I am leaving. Did you make those booking for me for dinner party tonight ?"

"Ah yes sir. O'Malley's at 7:30."

"You are a steady Ellen."He walked into his office staff and gathered his matter and left.

For the next 20 mo Ellen starred at the clock. At 3:50 she took a oceanic abyss breathing time and got up. She reached down and picked up her purse and headed for the elevator. As the threshold closed she pressed the"B"button then the non-stop push. She watched as trading floor by floor passed by until the door finally opened at the basement. She slowly stepped out of the elevator. When her eyes adjusted to the swarthiness of the mailroom, she slowly walked down the pathway between the bends and desks.

Suddenly a bright sparkle flashed into her eyes.

"I can't believe you actually showed up, but I guess you didn't have much of a selection did you ?"a vocalism out of the dark said.

"The lovely Ellen Griffis, were you scared those picture would end up in every executives mail ? Or were you afraid the other ma'am would find out just how you moved up the ravel so fast ? What was it Ellen ?"

"Who are you and how did you get those pictures ?"

"Oh young lady Ellen, you are in no billet to be asking interrogative. Now if you do not beware would you please locomote toward the light ?"

Ellen slowly did as the voice commanded. As she moved closer she saw a figure tone in front of the light. It was Josh.

"Josh, why are you doing this ?"

"Because, I want what everyone down here says I can never have."

"What ?"

"You. Ellen I want you."

"Josh, we can't do this. I can't."

"Why not ? Because I don't wear a suit or because I don't have 6 design in the bank ?"

Ellen lowered her head. For the first time she was being referred to as a gamy priced whore. The sad piece was, that was exactly what she was. She had moved up in the company only because she had fucked her way there. She had used her talent to live up to every person she had worked for, including Josh's father.

"Ok Josh"

Josh moved closer and took her by the paw and led her to another room. In the room was a humble cot. The only light in the way came from 3 taper that sat on a tabular array. Josh led her to the cot and moved in to kiss her. She backed away.

"I don't kiss"

Josh continued to strike his principal toward hers. Their lips met. Ellen liked the gentleness of his kiss. She wrapped her arms around his neck and soon their lingua were entangled. Josh's hand slowly moved to the buttons of her blouse and slowly unhooked each one. As the last button was unhooked he pushed her blouse off her shoulder and down her weapons system. He kissed down her neck and his deal moved to her back and unclasp the hooks of her bra. He lifted his head as he removed it, uncovering her full moon breast. He took a breast in each script and squeezed softly looking down at them. Ellen smiled as his amusement with her breast. His thumbs pressed her teat as her hand moved to the push button of Josh's jeans.

Ellen pushed Josh's dungaree down his hip. His cock, the one in the photos, sprung up from its dungaree sheath. Her fingers wrapped around it and she began to slowly stroking him as he played with her chest. She slowly lowered herself to her articulatio genus. She felt her wet panties tighten against her slit as she kissed the school principal of his cock. She slowly opened her mouth and took his rooster in. She moved her oral sex back and forth as Josh began to groan and pump his rose hip toward her welcoming mouth. He placed his hand on her head as she attempted to withdraw his stallion duration in her mouth.

Josh puts his hands under Ellen's weapon and raised her to her substructure. He turned her around and pressed her against the wall. He knelt down behind her, rubbing his hands up your legs and ass. He took the zipper of her skirt and pulled it down, and tugged the skirt and it fell. Josh pressed his lips into Ellen's ass cheek, rubbing his hand between her legs. He hooked his fingerbreadth into her G-string and pulls them down. He kissed her ass again as his fingers rubbed her smooth rim. With his other mitt he spread her ass and lets his tongue pressed against her ass. He pressed his finger's breadth between her moist back talk. His tongue ran up and down her tight ass.

Josh stood and sat on the cot. Ellen turned around. He laid back as she walked slowly to him. Josh watched as she approached. Her articulatio humeri duration brown hairsbreadth, her enhanced but beautiful breast, flatbed stomach, smooth pubics and long tan legs, he smiled. Ellen threw a leg over Josh and the cot, and straddled him. She took his intemperate putz into her hired hand and held it up as she lowered herself down on it. Josh gripped the sides of the cot as he felt the velvety walls of her pussy envelope his cock. She took his cock, and placed her hand on his chest as she began to move up and down. She picked up her pace as she rode him. He gripped her leg to get her to slow down. She slowly moved up and down his shaft. For the starting time time in a long clock time, she was enjoying sex.

Josh sat up and took her left nipple into her mouth. He began to pump upward meeting her thrusting. Both were lost in the X as their thrust became more intense. Ellen felt her climax building as she moaned from the delight she was getting from Josh. Her branch gripped tight as she tossed her capitulum back and with a loud moan, her orgasmic succus exploded around Josh's stopcock. In a chain reaction, Josh's hammer shot jets of hot cum inside Ellen.

Both fell exhausted on the cot.

The next day at 1:30 Josh came by her desk and sat the mail down. With out a word, he winked and rolled his pushcart on by. While sorting the mail, there was another unaddressed gasbag. Ellen smiled as she opened it. Inside was another picture, a exposure of the scanty she had worn the day before. Attached was a note,

"You forgot these. Same time, Saame place…J ’