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Hello, my lovelies, this is Roxy Callahan and welcome to my podcast, where I present erotic stories for women, encompassing all of the amazing sensuality, passion, and animal lust that we all know exist within us. I love stories that cover the whole range of women's sexuality, from taboos and fantasies that push boundaries to gentle love making and romantic encounters of two people connecting emotionally and sexually. This week's story is called in the Corner Office, and it is
one many women are familiar with. You are in a position of power in you work longer hours and you do more work than the men, enough that you have absolutely.
No social life.
You're full of suppressed desire, and as the boss, there's no one to date, let alone fuck what can you do well? For Helen maguson, the CEO of skylos The challenge and opportunity is embodied in the hot janitor who enters her corner office one night when she's working alone. This was written by a woman who submitted this with the request to leave herself anonymous in the comment Some of this is based on a real story. Unfortunately, none of the parts I wish were true are actually based
on real life. I feel you, mis anonymous, I feel you, oh. And our narrator this week is my amazing friend Annie B with help from Big Greg. Yes that's what he wants us to call him and Ellen. And before we begin, please note that this podcast is intended for adult listeners.
The firm knock on the door to my office pulls me from the computer screen. I rubbed my eyes and for the first time noticed that it was dark outside. What time is it and who the hell is knocking on my door? I glanced at a clock on the computer screen. Almost midnight. I haven't worked this late since I took over as CEO of Skylows three weeks earlier. I'm not surprised, However, each day seems to bury me under more and more work. The knock returns louder this time.
Come in. I don't know who it is, but even at midnight, I have to present of veneer of calm command. Women in their twenties don't get to be CEOs without being able to put up with practically anything, and in the process, you can't show weakness for a second. A man enters. He's about my age and dressed casually, jeans in a disheveled dress, shirt barely buttoned over a tight T shirt. I'm about to ask him what he wants when he nods at.
Me, I'm here to empty your waistbasket.
Ah, the cleaning person I always expect a woman. I'm not sure why, but the idea of a cute guy with black hair and a muscular physique walking around emptying the waste baskets doesn't seem to fit. I turned back to my computer. Sure, come get it. I don't need to be thinking about hot man after hours, nor do I need to fall into sex hystereotypes. I turn back to the numbers for the quarter and ignore the cleaning guy.
I'm not sure how I'm going to solve the problem in Berlin, but the answer has to be on the screen somewhere. The man lightly taps my leg with his fingertips. I twirl, preparing to yell at him. I've been harassed by my former boss, his second in command, his manager's help, practically every male in my life. The idea of a cleaning guy putting his hand on my knee isn't going to end well for him. Didn't he know I could fire him at any moment. I clench my teeth and
turn to look at him. But before I can unleash my anger, he nods vaguely toward my desk.
Uncross your legs. I need to get inside.
The comment flusters me, and several contradictory and random thoughts fill my head. Why did he ask me to spread my legs? Wait? Is that what he said? I need to fire his disrespectful ass. Sure he's gorgeous, but his sneer is insulting. And what did this have to do with garbage? His T shirt is too tight and his trius shirt barely functional? Damn, he looks good a net T shirt. I need to tell him to leave now. I want to kiss him. Did I really just think
that I'm the CEO? Did he really just touch me? Without asking. What an asshole. I wonder if he'll touch me again. He clears his throat.
The garbage can. It's under your desk.
His comment clears my head. I turn in the office chair and on crossed my legs, which were in his way. Uh sorry. I'm immediately pissed at myself that he was the one who touched my leg without asking, and yet I'm the one apologizing. The garbage man gets down on one knee, one arm on my desk for support, and stares at me. As he reaches under my desk. I tug my skirt down toward my knee, even though he is staring right at me. I curse myself again. I'm
acting like a schoolgirl. Yet his face is so close and his lips are so full and spread just a part enough that it tells me that they need to be kissed. And what I thought was a sneer was actually more like an amused sperk. This close, he is still staring at me, and for a moment, I'm worried that he can read my thoughts, so I turn away. I glance back to see him pulling his empty hand out from under my desk. He straightens up and looks at me from one knee. I don't say anything. I
am transfixed by his rugged nonchalance. Everyone is afraid of me. I'm the iron Lady, the bitch on floor six, but not to this man. All he wants is my garbage. That thought makes me smile, and he returns it.
I uh need a bit more room.
He then places a hand on each of my thighs and with a firm grip, rolls my chair back six inches. His fingers are on my skirt while palms are on my stockings. I can feel the heat of his hands through them. I need to yell at him, to tell him that grabbing a woman's legs without her consent is wrong, but a thrill that I have buried for months starts to build between my legs. Still, I'm a CEO. This is completely unacceptable. You do not touch a woman without asking.
I hope the force is back in my voice. I should fire you for this. He lets go. No, why did he let go? Couldn't he have slid his hands higher.
I just needed to make room, Miss magnuson no offense intended.
The sneer or smirk returns, and then he turns away and reaches further under my desk. I want to fire him right then, but his ass is right next to me, and it looks too tight and hot for me to do anything more than just stare at it. He pulls out a waste basket with nothing more than a few pieces of paper in it. He pulls them out and slides the can back under the desk. His nonchalance is maddening. I need to restore the proper perspective to our relationship. Relationship,
Why was I using that word? I clear my throat. You want to be fired, don't you? He laughs as he stands up.
Not really.
He looks down at me. His eyes are intense.
But I'm making nine bucks an hour and I won't be too hard to replace that.
He winks, turns around, and then starts walking toward my office door. God, his ass is hot. What's your name? He pauses and turns toward me.
Why you're going to fire me? Maybe it's Shane Shane Turney.
He shrugs and walks out the door. The door closes behind him, and I feel a little bit empty inside. He was gorgeous, and he didn't care that I was the iron Lady. All he cared about was doing his shitty job. Oh and his eyes and lips and ass, the smirk. I love everything about him. When I was in college, I remember driving down my parents' street and seeing a new name washing his car. He was only wearing jeans, and he was so beautiful that I didn't want the moment of watching him in the midst to
ever end. I ended up driving around the block twice, each time hoping for nothing more than a glimpse of his body. That night, I orgasmed multiple times, fantasizing about him. I feel the same way about my garbage man, My garbage man, the garbage man. I stand up and walk to my office door. Badly want to see him again. I have to see him again, that just have one more glimpse of his face or his ass. I cracked the door open, but then pause. I don't want him
to think I'm following him. That would just be too embarrassing. I decide to pretend I'm going to the bathroom and open the door. I walk through and look left and right. He is gone. I walk a bit down the hall to the right, away from the elevator and deeper into the executive wing. But I can't hear or see anyone. I turned to walk in the other direction when I practically run into him. He must it have been under
my assistant's desk, grabbing her wastebasket. Sorry. He holds out his hands and grabs my waist, steadying me, stopping me from running into him. I just needed to use the restroom. He is looking at me, his hands remaining on my hips. The urge to lean in and kiss him is overwhelming. His grip is strong, and I can't help it. I picture his hands gripping my waist from the other side as he fucks me from behind the restroom.
Is that way?
He lets go and points back the way I came. Is he smirking or smiling? Damn it? I am in a panic. My flimsy excuse doesn't hold up. What does Shing think of me? I'm horrified and embarrassed. I uh changed my mind. I push past him and retreat into my office. I closed the door so embarrassed that I hope I never see him again. An hour later, I am writhing in my bed thinking of him. He is fucking me on my desk, and as my finger dance over my clit, I imagine his gorgeous lips pressed between
my legs. I'm too horny and my desires too primal for me to do more than just fantasize over the barest details. I'm on my desk, he's licking me, he's fucking me, and then an explosive orgasm takes me. I drift off to sleep, and my dreams continue where my finger's left off. It's one o'clock and a full morning of meetings has finally ended. I'm alone in my office catching up on email. I keep thinking of Shane. I have no clue who he could report to in my company.
He may even be a contractor, although I've made it clear to my department heads to not outsource unless absolutely necessary. We own the building, so he probably works under our real estate management division. I pull up our corporate file repository and look for the company org chart. It lists everyone in who they report to. I smile as I wonder how many degrees of separation there are between me and Shane. Am I his boss's boss's boss's boss, or Am I even higher than that? In the corporate food
chain of sky Loops? My computer dings and my attention is drawn to more email I abandoned my search for the path to my garbage man, my gorgeous, sexy garbage man. Besides, I know nothing will come of it. We have a company policy of not dating fellow employees, and the idea that I could possibly date a janitor is absurd. I smile and turn my attention back to my work. Yes, it's absurd. It's seven o'clock and I consider going home. I've done most of my work, at least enough to
allow me some precious personal time. Yet I keep staring at the closed door to my office. It would be nice to see Shane again. He's eye candy. It wouldn't hurt anything to just watch him as he came in, emptied my garbage, and left. I could stare at his eyes and his chiseled features, and then watch his tight ass walk out the door. It would be harmless. So I wait. At eleven o'clock, there's a knock on my door. He's early tonight, I think, come in. I'm literally shivering
with anticipation. I'm wearing a tighter blouse than I normally do, and perhaps I accidentally wore one of my shoulders skirts this morning. I'm not sure why. As I know nothing can happen, but maybe making Shane a little uncomfortable would be a fun game. The door opens as I picture Shane awkwardly adjusting a bulge in his jeans as he approaches my desk. It is a woman. Excuse me, miss Magnuson. I'm here to empty your waist basket. All the energy
drains from inside me and my shoulders slump. Where's Shane? He works nights on Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays. She peers at me, and I'm wondering if she knows what I'm thinking. Of course she doesn't. Is there a problem with Shane? No, no, not at all. We just had a nice conversation last night, and as I was working late, I guess i I just expected him. The woman is staring at me, and I can't tell she believes me or doesn't care. No big deal, Well he'll be here tomorrow. The woman shrugs
and then continues toward my desk. I stand up, Uh, thank you. Anyway, I was just heading home. I grab some papers, toss them in my briefcase, and I practically stumble out the door. I feel cheated. Shane is fucking me against my office door. I toss my head against my pillow as I picture the scene pleasure of building and building, as I slide my dildo in and out of my pussy. He enters my office and doesn't say anything. I stand up and yell at him for his lack
of respect. He grabs my arms and kisses me hard. At that point I stop any pretense of objecting. He spins me around and pulls me toward him, but rather than kiss me again, he pushes me against the door behind him. I reach up to stop myself as my hand on the door. Shane reaches his arms around me and grabs my tits as he whispers in my ear. Spread your legs, I do. Keep your hands on the door and don't turn around. I nod. He pulls up my skirt and then violently pulls down my stockings. I
shove my ass out as I hear his sipper. I feel his cock against my ass, and then he is inside me. He grabs my hips just as he did in the hall outside my office. He is fucking me hard, and I'm shoving my dilto in and out of my pussy faster and faster. I come hard and deep, pressing the dildo up against my clit. In my mind, Shane is leaning back while his hips are thrust forward, his cock deep inside me. I'm breathing deeply. My skin dangles all over in my dreams. At least Shane is an
amazing fuck. I'm looking at the org chart. Shane works for some woman named Esther. Ester reports to the head of our office built maintenance, a man named Harvey. Harvey reports to Phil, the vice president of US operations. His name is familiar, and I think I had met him a few times at company meetings. Phil reports to our EVP of Operations, who I do know well, and our EVP of Operations reports to our CFO, and our CFO
reports to me. I laugh. If I wanted to have any official communication with Shane at all within the protocol of our company, I'd have to go through four other people. I closed the program. It was an amusing exercise, but that was it. I have more important things to do, and the day was already heading toward lunch. My afternoon is full of meetings and phone calls, and I don't get to take a breath until six o'clock.
You should go home.
Working these long hours is not healthy. My executive assistant is looking at me concern in her eyes. She poked her head in before heading home. What can I say? I love my job. It's this or watching TV, and I find this more fun. She shakes her ahead. You need a boyfriend. I frown, and she lifts her hands and protest. Look just calling it like I see it. She's the only one in the entire company who I can remotely be like my real self. She knows I would never fire her, and I know that she won't
bullshit me. Ha, I don't need a boyfriend. Then you need to get laid, Wendy. She laughs and skips out of my office before I can pretend to yell at her. It's a few hours later, and I let my mind wander. As I'm going over more numbers. My fingers slip between my legs and I hitch up my skirt. I can't help it. I've been thinking of Shane on and off all day. I hadn't seen him in two days, and that was but the briefest of encounters. But I can't get his lips, his eyes, are his ass out of
my mind. I stop before I can do more than briefly cress my clit. It is maddening, but I need to show more control. Besides what is going to happen. Shane comes in, empties my garbage and leaves. All I'm doing is setting myself up for disappointment. It's midnight, and I wonder if Shane had skipped work. When there is a knock on the door, Come in. I hope I don't sound desperate. Shane enters. He's wearing jeans that are even tighter than the pair he had on the previous night.
His stress shirt is again unbuttoned, there only as the barest acknowledgment of his department's dress coat policy. His T shirt is tight again as well, and he is wearing that smirk.
We meet again.
Hello, I'm sorry I've forgotten your name. He walks toward me, and his smirk turns into a smile.
Well, that's interesting, miss Magnuson, because Marie told me that you had mentioned me last night. She was wondering what we talked about in our interesting conversation.
He stops next to me and then slides his ass up onto the edge of my desk, half sitting as he looks down on me.
So tell me, what did we talk about? In our interesting conversation.
I stare at him, using every bit of my iron lady coldness to keep him at bay. I need to buy time. I need to explain the unexplainable. Should I tell him Marie lied and that I don't know what he's talking about. Should I just tell him to fuck me on the desk? I don't know the answer. I should tell him. If he speaks to me in such an insolent tone again, I'll fire him on the spot. But I don't want to say it. I just don't. I don't want to close the door that has opened
even this minuscular amount. Before I can answer, Shane slides off my desk and onto his feet.
I guess I should take care of your garbage.
I nod and slide my chair back far enough so that he has plenty of room. He gets down on his knees and pulls my waistbasket out.
It's empty. I guess you didn't get much work done today.
He is looking back at me over his shoulder and smiling. I was just trying to be nice to Marie, make conversation. I think your name is Shane, but I just wasn't sure. He turns to face me, and I am almost in pain with how badly I want him. He is on his knees in front of me. My legs are slightly parted, his head so close to my pussy that I want to grab it and pull his lips against mine.
I don't believe you.
He says it emphatically and in a voice that is never used with me, like an adult, like showing the child. It's before I can finish my thought. He puts his hands on my thighs and pulls himself up to a standing position. He leaves his hands on my thighs, and the warmth of his palms spreads up my thighs to between my legs. He is leaning forward, looking down at me. His face is inches from mine.
Do you realize how hot you are?
I reach down to remove his hands, but he ignores me. His grip is like iron, and all end up doing is laying my hands on his.
You have curves women would pay to have and men would pay to see, and you hide it like this.
He takes a hand from my thigh and runs a single finger down the front of my blouse, from the top button down to between my breasts. I'm the CEO Shane, I can't trust like I'm going to a nightclub. And as I reply, I realize that I am no longer the CEO, and Shane is no longer a janitor. We are talking as man and woman in that place that can lead to either a disappointed goodbye or a passionate fuck. Shane stands up and steps back. He puts his hands on the edge of my desk and hops onto it,
sitting on my blotter and watches me. He crosses his arms and smiles.
Unbutton your top three buttons.
I watch his eyes widen as I unbutton the top three buttons of my blouse one at a time. I'm an e cup and it doesn't take much for my blouse to open. As the buttons are undone two more, I unbuttoned two more, and my cleavage is in full view.
God, you have gorgeous tits.
I glance down and I can see the bulge in Shane's pants. I want to say, fuck me, please fuck me, but I'm still wound too tight. I'm in my office and the fantasy in my bed is simply too real to be comfortable right now. Well, what happened if we were discovered his voice interrupts my thoughts before I can think of more reasons. Not the fuck Shane on my desk.
What kind of underwear are you wearing?
I glance down on my skirt, which has been pushed mid thigh by Shane's hands. Before I can answer, he holds up the same finger that left a caressing trail down my chest.
No, don't tell me, stand up, turn around, bend over, and show me.
I swallow hard desires, beating down every piece of common sense in my mind. I smile and stand up. I run a hand from Shane's knee up his thigh a bit, and then turn around. I tug my skirt up and bend over. I'm wearing a white thong. I close my eyes as I feel Shane's hands slide up the back of my leg and along my ass. He cressed one cheek and then the other. He pulls his hand away, and then I feel a single finger slide down my thong, along my ass, cracked to my pussy. His finger slides
up along the front of my panties. God, I love that finger.
You are so wet.
I opened my eyes to look back at him over my shoulder. When I see my diploma from Harvard on the wall behind my desk that worked so hard for my MBA. My mentor told me that she knew I would go places that women in her generation never could. My heart beats hard on my chest. As I stand up, I turn around and tuck my skirt down. Shane looks confused. I smile at him and start to button my blouse back up. Shane, trust me when I say this. I want you right now. I really want you, but I
need to figure some things out first. I'm the CEO, and well there are like eighteen people between you and me. You are still my employe.
Yeah, I get it.
He doesn't sound disappointed, but rather dismissive. It scares me a little bit because, against my better judgment, I don't want to close this door completely. No, you don't get it. This isn't a no, This is a give me time to figure this out. The smirk returns to Shane's face as he slides off my desk.
Not much to figure out, if you ask me.
He steps forward, grabs my arm with his hands and kisses me full on the lips. It is so intense and passionate that I'm melting.
But take as long as you like.
He winks and turns away. I don't say anything as he walks towards the door. It's Wednesday. I won't see him until Friday, and even then it is only if I stay late in the office. I know I will, of course, but that's okay. All I need to do is figure out how big a risk Shane is to my career over the next two days, and then make a decision later that night. My nerves are still too free to masturbate about your Shane, and I fall asleep with my arms stretched across my empty bed. I pull
up Shane's personnel file. It's thin. He's been with a company for one year, in a position where it is difficult to make a mark. He received a cost of living raise, but no bonus. My quarterly bonus is more than his entire yearly salary. His employee review form was one line, gets the job done. I find him on Facebook. The settings are mostly private, but there are a few
photos of him from others, and he looks normal. During my few breaks during the day, I stalk him further online, but I can't find him on x or Blue Sky or Instagram. I consider calling the head of security to do a background check, but I don't want to raise any eyebrows. I finally give up. The day is coming to a close and I'm no closer to knowing what to do. I consider the facts. I badly want to fuck him. The company has a policy of no intra
company dating. I examine my option us. I could fire him, but that feels almost too devious, and besides, would he want to see me if I fire him? I'm not so sure. I could just tell him to meet me in a bar and we could have a one night stand. That's not exactly dating. But then there's the fact that I know he works for the company, and so does his coworker Maria. Besides, there's the danger he eventually uses that against me. I take a late conference call with
the West Coast team. It ends at seven o'clock, and I consider what to do. I need to do some analysis of the capex charges mentioned on the call, and I really don't want to go home and be alone all night. I grab a salad from my fridge, open up the expense analysis, and decide to make it another late night. It's Thursday and Shane isn't working, so I don't have to worry about thinking any further about what to do about him. As I chew on my salad, I think about Shane one last time. I've pretty much
made up my mind. I'm going to just remove him from working the executive wing. It would be wrong to fire him, and the temptation would just be too great if he continued to be around. As the thought of temptation enters my head I think of him, I shiver as I remember his finger tracing a line down my ass and then up to cress my pussy through my panties. I wanted to look over my shoulder at him and
see his eyes hungrily focused on my body. I wanted him to want me to consume me, but my fucking diploma distracted me or save me, I'm still not sure. I finish my salad and get back to the numbers. By the time I finish, it's nine o'clock there's a knock on the door. Come in. It's Maria's night to clean my waist basket, and she must have decided to do that part of a job early. Shane walks through the door, and again I'm flustered in his presence. You're not supposed to be here.
Nice to see you too, Helen.
He smiles and walks toward me. He's given up on the company dress code and is only wearing his T shirt. I can't help but stare at his body, straw and lean and chiseled under the tight T shirt and jeans. I regain my composure. I meant that I thought it was Maria's night to work.
That's nice. You remember the names of the employees who empty your garbage. That's not something I would expect from the bitch on floor six.
He sits on the edge of my desk. I don't know what his intent is, but I've decided that we can't see each other. Even as he's calling me a bitch, I'm staring at his chest and then glancing down at his crotch. It's not healthy. I think it's time for you to leave. I cross my arms.
No you don't.
His smirk is back. I'm sorry. I'm sincerely taken aback by his response. I've made up my mind and it's time for him to leave. Before I can reiterate my point, Shane leans toward me.
You think it's time for me to fuck you.
My heart skips a beat and I take a breath. Shane sighs off my desk and closes the distance between us. No, Shane, I don't think you understand. Shane ignores there's my comment. He ignores my crossed LIGs. He ignores every piece of body language I've placed between us as a barrier. He reaches out and places one hand on each side on my face, cradling my head in his hands. His grip is firm yet gentle as he pulls me in for a deep kiss. His lips are so full and soft.
My hands are loose at my side, not giving in yet not resisting. I don't resist. I can't resist. For the barest of moments, I consider shoving him away, but then I feel his thumb gently cress my cheek as he holds me in his hands. I grab his shirt with my fists and pull him close. I open my mouth and run my tongue along his delicious lips until he opens his mouth and lets my tongue taste his. He pulls away with a startling suddenness. I look up at him, and he is practically panting as he looks
at me. I want him so badly. I ought to feel him naked against me. I want to feel his cock in my hand, if my mouth, if my pussy. He takes a step back and I look at him quizzically. Is something wrong?
Stand up?
I don't know what he is doing, but I can't say no. He could ask me anything and I wouldn't say no. I stand up.
Take off your blouse.
My heart leaps. I had worried that he was going to stop things, but now I know he has other ideas. I happily go along with them. His face is rapt as he stares at my chest. I undo each button with a deliberate and slow twist. I'm smiling as I see his eyes go wide as I reveal my bra. I'm attractive, I know this, but I'm also curvy, with full hips in a big chest. He doesn't even need to ask, and I reach behind my back and undo my bra. I let it fall to the floor next
to my blouse. I run my hands over my tits, stopping to squeeze my nipples. They're too big to be perkyed, but I know that men will love them. I drop my hands to my side and take a step towards Shane. He holds up a hand.
Play with your tits some more.
The command unleashes the pent up heat inside me. No one tells me what to do. I'm the CEO, but this man is going to tell me exactly how he wants to fuck me. I can't help it and slide my hand down and touch myself between my legs. I'm aching for his cock. I lift my hands and run them over my tits, crussing them, squeezing my nipples and closing my eyes as the pleasure makes me shudder. I look down and see the bulge and Shane's cheans fuck me.
I'm not sure if I'm commanding or begging. He pauses them and the.
Nods kneel down in front of me.
I take a single step toward him and then drop to my knees. My face is inches from his cock, and I want nothing more than to reach out, unzip his pants and just take it into my mouth. But I look up at him while I run my hands up and down his thighs. I make sure not to touch his cock. Tell me what to do. Command me. His smirk returns, which drives me crazy.
Unsnap by jeans. I do it, unzip them and pull them down. I pull his zipper down.
My finger's brushing against his cock, which is pressing against his underwear. God, it feels so hard. I tug on the jeans and pulled him down to his ankles. He's wearing boxer breeps, and his hard cock is pressed so hard against the material. There's a gap at the top. I can't stop myself, and I run my right hand along the shaft. I look up and Shane's head is tossed back. I squeeze the head of his cock and
it gets even harder, if that's possible. My left hands shoved down the front of my skirt and I'm masturbating myself well though I'm not sure I even need to do that. I'm so wet and ready to come at any moment. Tell me what to do with your cock.
Pull down my underwear and then lick my balls and my dick.
I reach up and pull his underwear down with one hand. His cock springs free. It's long and hard and gorgeous. I take it in my hand and stroke it slowly as I push my head forward and lit his balls. They are smooth. And it's then that I noticed that Shane trims his pubic hair and shaves his balls. I had never fucked a guy who shaved before, and I love it. I lick and suck on his smooth balls while my hand caresses his cock. I then run my tongue up from the base of his chaft to the head,
where I run my tongue all around the tip. He has precum dripping out, and I rub it along my lips, licking it off. As I pulled away, Shane's hand grabs the back of my head and shoves my mouth onto his cock. I gladly take it in, sliding it in and out. His hand clenches and I feel a sting as he pulls my hair. He pulls my head down hard on his cock. I pull back and cough, looking up at him. His cock was further in my throat than any man I had sucked before. He is shaking his head.
You don't get the stop until my dick is so far down your throat, your lips stop here.
He presses a finger against the spot right above the base of his cock. Before I can tell my cant deep throat, he holds my head and shoves his dick forward in the mouth. He brings his other hand down and grasps my head in both hands, thrusting his hips forward, fucking my mouth. I relax and give in. I've never had sex with a man so passionate about possessing my body. I don't care what happens. I want him to fuck
me every way he wants. The thought makes me even hotter, and as Shane fucks my mouth, I stroke my clit. I start to come as Shane shoves his cock so far in my mouth that I feel it go down my throat. My orgasm explodes through my body as my lips touch Shane's skin at the base of his cock. He lets go and I fall back, spit and precombs dripping down my chin. As I pant, the waves of orgasm slowly subsiding. I look up at him. God, that was amazing. I grab my blouse and wipe my face on it.
We're not done.
He reaches down and I take his hand. He pulls me up and takes my head in his hands again, pulling me in for a deep kiss. Our tongues dance, and I don't want it to stop. As we kiss, his hands drop down and slide under my skirt, pushing it down. I reach down and help my skirt falls on the floor, and then Shane's hand is down the front of my panties.
You are so wet.
He slides his magic finger inside my pussy. With his palm against my clit. He slides his finger in and out. Oh my God, don't stop. He stops. I open my eyes and he has brought his finger up to his mouth. He is sucking on it while he looks at me. I was going to fuck you right now, but you taste so good. I have a better idea. He reaches out and his hands are under my arms. He lifts me up and slides me onto my desk. My blotter slides back, and I drop my hands down on the
desktop to catch my balance. As I turned back to Shane, his hands are already pulling my panties down my legs. He slides them off, drops them on the floor, and then leans forward, one hand on each of my legs, which he is supporting. As he spreads them. He leaves a trail of kisses down the inside of my right thigh, and I gasp as he ends with his tongue flicking up and down on my clit. His tongue slides up and down the lips of my pussy. It is magical as he slides it inside me and then runs it
up down length of my pussy. He sucks on my lips. He kisses my clit and then gently sucks on it. She slides two fingers into my pussy, and I'm in heaven. Another orgasm is building. I've never had a man so great at orl Before I start to moan, I reach down with my hand and hold his head down against my clit. I need him to just keep doing what he's doing. Oh my god, don't stop, Please, don't stop. He stops. I can't believe the frenzy of orgasmic energy
that has built up inside me. He's bringing me closer and closer and unstopping. Please, I'm begging. I don't care. I need his tongue against my clit. He stands up and puts his hands on my hips again. He tugs me forward and I slide off the desk and stand in front of him. I look at him, not sure what he is doing. I reach and take his cock in my hand. It is still rock hard. I start to stroke it, but he grabs my wrist and pulls my hand away before I can say anything, he pulls
my arm and spins me around. I'm facing my desk and Shane is pressing against me. I can feel his hard cock against the back of my thigh. His hand is pushing against the back of my head. I throw my hands forward as he shoves me face down, but my blodder. I'm bent over my desk, a palm in the center of my back holding me down. I feel fingers brush against my ass, and then Shane's hard cock sliding up and down along my pussy. Oh yes, I think, as I feel it's hard and to start to press
into me. I spread my legs a little further and Shane thrusts forward. His gorgeous cock fills me completely. He slides back, leaving the head of his cock resting against my pussy lips. I push back against him. I kneed him inside me. I need him to fuck me. And then he does, and I shudder as his cock thrusts deep inside me. He holds it there and the feeling is delicious. His thighs against the back of my legs. He lets go of my back and places his hands
on my hips. I leave my head on my desk, my eyes closed as I just enjoy the feeling of him thrusting in and out.
You have the most amazing house.
He increases the pace and thrusts in and out. I've been so close to orgasm before that it takes no time at all before I feel the rising heat between my legs, mirroring the heat from Shane's cock pounding me so hard. He grips my hips and pushes deep inside me, holding it. It brings me so close that I start to moan. God, Shane, fuck me hard. I want to come on my desk. Fuck me. He thrusts fast and deep and hot, and moments later, my orgasm hits me from deep inside my pussy. I moan and my legs
go weak as Shane continues to thrust. As I orgasm, I almost can't stand it, and I'm sure that if I wasn't bent over my desk, I would have collapsed to the floor. I feel Shane's fingers digging in my hips as he starts to moan. His thrusting gets faster.
God, I'm coming.
He pushes deep inside me and holds it. I can feel his muscles tense and relaxes. His body is pressed against my legs and ass I push up from the desk, Shane's cock still inside me. I reach back and put my arm around his head, turning to look at him over my shoulder. He meets my lips with his own and we kiss. He backs up, his cock slides out, and I'm a little sad. I badly want to kiss him, but I also want to have the feeling of his cock inside me to last forever. Turning around, I look
Shane in the eyes and the smirk is gone. He looks full of happiness and affection. I throw myself at him and we kiss deeply. It's a long kiss, playful and yet passionate. Shane pulls away and smiles.
I have to get back to work.
That was amazing. Miles and nods, but doesn't reply. His attitude after he just took me and fucked me every which way is perfect. He's the kind of guy that just tossed me against the wall and fuck me until I moan, and then afterward hold me in his arms. Then he gets back to work. He has pulled on his underwear and jeans. I grab my blouse and notice that Shane's cums dripped on it. It is a lost cause, so I use it to wipe the rest of the
cum dripping down my legs and from my pussy. I'm sure I have a coat or something in a closet, but Shane notices.
Hold on.
He snaps the button at the top of his jeans and then briskly walks across the room and out the front door. I slip on my panties and skirt while I wait. He returns a minute or two later and hands me his dress shirt. I hold it up against my nose and breathe in. It is clean, but wrinkled, and smells like Shane.
I was so hot I took it off.
Thank you. I lean forward and kiss him on the lips. He doesn't pull back, but leans in. We are sharing not a passionate kiss, but one of two people that care enough for each other to shit a clothing. I pulled back and he looks disappointed. He touches me on the cheek and we kiss again. I love that he loves kissing me. We separate. I'd put on the shirt, not bothering with the braw The shirt is too small for my busty chest and I'm close to bursting out.
Shane clearly loves it. If it weren't after hours, i'd be in big trouble.
Yeah, the CEO may have to discipline you. I here, she's a real bitch.
Coming from anyone else, I would have been angry, but instead I laugh. Nah. She may seem tough, but she's soft on the inside.
Oh, I know that.
He kisses me again, quick and hard, another glimpse of the passion. He then turns and walks towards the door.
I'll see you tomorrow night, Helen.
The door closed behind him, and I don't know what to do. It was one of the single most erotic and thrilling nights of my life. No, who am I kidding? It was the most erotic night I ever experienced. By having this go further would jeopardize my career, and I can't get over that. It was somehow more than just a one night stand, just a hot fuck with me bent over a desk. There was that kiss after he gave me his shirt. It was different, affectionate, connected, like
the first spark of a different kind of fire. When I arrive home, I'm unable to sleep, but I'm not sure if it's because I'm wired from the unbelievable fuck I just experienced. Or the idea of there being more than just the fuck, or being stressed out about my job. In the line, I crossed probably all of those things. The next morning, I thankfully have wal to wall meetings,
which takes my mind off Shane. When I finally come up for air at noon, I can't help myself and dig into the employeed directory and look him up again. If I'm honest with myself, I'm really only doing it because I want to see his face, even if it's just a generic employee photo. To my shock, Shane isn't in the directory. I immediately call esther in building Maintenance. I can tell she's petrified to hear from me.
What is it, miss Magnuson? Is there a problem?
What happened to that janitor, Shane, the one that cleaned my office?
Shane? Did he do something wrong?
Not at all. He did a good job. I just wanted to compliment him on his work. To you, I curse myself. The excuse for asking about Shane sounds so unrealistic and stupid. A janitor emptying waste baskets gets a compliment from the bitch on floor six.
Oh that's nice, But unfortunately he quit this morning I'm sorry we lost a good worker. I'm not sure what happened. I'll make sure we work on our retention with the next one.
I calmed the poor woman down, but I also need to calm myself down. Did Shane freak out over my crossing a line? But I never see him again? As Esther says goodbye, I decide to calm myself like I always do, throwing myself into my work and catching up on my pile of unread morning emails. Well, and there it is an email from Shane with the helpful great text that indicates his account as no longer active. The message is charmingly short and blunt.
Hi, I quit, I'll pick you up outside at eight pm. Look for the red charger. I don't have any specific plans for the night, but you seem to be pretty good at improvising s.
I'm smiling so much my cheeks start to hurt. He signed it S instead of Shane, which I already know is such a shamed thing to do, and he drives a red charger, because of course he does. I delete the email and try to focus on the rest of my workday, which presumably is now going to end at eight instead of midnight. I run my hand along the edge of my desk, my mind running through which Shane has in mind for later. I wonder how many women
he's fucked in his charger. One thing is certain, I know that I'm going to be the next one.
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