"Have you seen the world's most annoying intern?"
You sit across from Kay in her office. If anyone would know where Rose2 is, it would be her -- she's got eyes and ears all over.
"Sure I have," Kay says. "What is it worth to you?"
"Absolutely nothing. I don't even know why I'm bothering."
"I know why," Kay says. "You wanna get your dick wet at work."
You shake your head. "If this was about getting my dick wet, I'd just fuck you. You're closer."
Kay flinches at this -- you enjoy making her squirm. But on balance, she doesn't seem averse to what you said.
"I have personal business with her," you explain. "It's about her sister."
"Uh huh. And I should tell you -- why? What's in it for me?"
"Why does everything have to be so goddamn transactional with you?" You say. "You really get on my nerves with this shit."
"If you're not getting ahead, you're falling behind," Kay says. She leans back, smirking. "That's just life."
"Well, fine. How about this, then. If I fuck you, will you tell me?"
She regards you as if uncertain whether you're being serious right now.
"I've really got nothing else," you say, shrugging. "If you want me to give you something in exchange -- my dick is about all I can offer you."
She stands and strolls to her office door. You figure she's walking out on you, insulted over your lewd remarks. But instead she shuts it, and then latches the deadbolt. She spins around, staring down at you.
"Well?" She says. She hooks her thumbs in the waistband of her pencil skirt. "Bend me over my desk, then. Fuck me dirty."
She shimmies out of the skirt and folds it neatly over the back of a chair sitting against the wall. Her shapely thighs are those of a woman who never skips leg day. The gap between them, bridged by a pantied pussy mound, is almost perfectly heart-shaped. When she turns, she catches you gawking. And like that she has, as always, taken the initiative.
"Were you peeking?" She says, hands on her thin hips.
"When you ask someone to fuck you -- generally, that's an invitation to peek."
She sticks her tongue out at you.
You decide now to take back the initiative: you grab her roughly by one wrist, tugging her hand off her hip, and lead her to the desk. You spin her around and do exactly what she asked: you bend her over.
But like quicksilver, she slips out of your grip and turns again to face you. You are not to be toyed with right now, so you get your hands on her shoulders and press her backwards, her tailbone justting against the sharp edge of the desktop -- you'll fuck her forwards or backwards, it doesn't make a difference to you.
"Wait," she moans between your searching kisses.
"No. What happened to 'bend me over my desk'?"
She puts a seductive hand on your chest. "We'll do that," she says slyly. "First, though... I want to try something a little different."
"Different?" You say. "This is the second time you've ever done it. Anything we do is gonna be different."
She scowls at you.
"Fine," you say, "what's your idea?"
She slinks to her own chair and pushes it away from the desk. Sitting down, she turns and faces you and spreads her legs akimbo. The tips of her toes just barely make contact with the carpet and the soles of her bare feet are arched severely as she exposes herself to you. Running a hand invitingly along the cotton crevice that describes the slit of her cunt, she seems to revel in your hungry gaze. "I heard through the grapevine that you've got one hell of a tongue," she says.
"Who told you that?" You demand.
"A good journalist never reveals her sources."
You have an idea anyway. Maybe you'll tell this source, later, that her loose lips drove another yet woman into your arms. She's sure to have a bad reaction to that.
You take a step forward. Kay crooks her index finger. "Lick my pussy, Alabaster..."
You get down on your knees and reach for the waistband of Kay's panties, but she swats your hand away.
You sigh. "Will you make up your fucking mind?"
"Take them off with your teeth... please..."
You've never done such a thing, and it has a novelty to it. She lifts her petite little butt just a bit off the seat to help you along. With a playful growl, you get your teeth around the nylon waistband and bite down, trapping the fabric in your mouth. From this close distance you can smell, deeply, the fragrant scent of Kay's femininity. She wears a musky perfume that sticks to the back of your throat and underneath this is the slightest hint of sweat, the lingering trace of a good morning workout. But overpowering both of these is the sweetly tangy smell of her overheated pussy. And as you tug her panties down with your mouth, and your nose travels over her bare genitals, you're almost knocked back by it -- this pheromone-laden fuckhole that's getting all wet for you.
You slide her panties to her knees, but no farther. That's more than enough for you to get your tongue where she wants it. Pressing your palms against Kay's inner thighs to hold them apart, you lean forward, and purse your mouth, and blow little puffs of cool air onto her darkly colored, dripping pussy. The side of her index finger pressed between her lips, Kay nonetheless can't suppress her little "aahhn~", a moan pleasure mixed with frustrated anticipation. You won't keep her waiting, though. You plant your lips on her vulva now, like the kid who sucks the faucet of the water fountain, and show her exactly why you get such rave reviews.
"Ohh-- ohhhhh," Kay says. Her voice is as deep as you've ever heard it and, glancing up, you see her eyes going wide as she adjusts to this alien sensation. Jokes about Lady aside, she's clearly never had a tongue lapping at her cunt before, and she seems about ready to wig out with how good it really feels. Her back arches and her legs flex over and over. She writhes and throws her head back, overwhelmed.
You eat her in earnest now, your tongue wagging up and down her sweet pussy hole, tracing little circles over her clit, and occasionally penetrating her too. she holds your head with both hands, fingers digging down to your scalp, to keep your face against her. You work her into a lather. Her warm wet cunt seeps its juices straight into your sucking mouth. You've grown to enjoy this over time, the taste of a woman's cunt cumming in your mouth, and the perverse pleasure of driving her mad with lust.
Kay soon loses all sense of propriety and discretion. She begins to grunt and moan as if she were in the privacy of her own home -- rather than in a workplace where anyone can overhear. She runs her hands in circles through your hair and repeats: "That's it... that's it... eat me... so fucking good... FUCK..."
You can feel her heartbeat in the way her pussy lips throb. And her thighs squeezing against your hands as if trying to clamp shut around your ears, tells you all you need to know. But then she warns you anyway: "I'm gonna cum... I'm gonna FUCKING cummmm... oh fuck, Alabaster-- make me cum!"
You pull back. She hisses in disbelief, and tries to yank your face to her soaking wet pussy mound again, but you're quicker now that you've got her dazed with need. You spring to your feet -- and drag her with you, too, up and out of her office chair. In one fluid motion you get yourself behind her and press her forward, bending her over her desk again. For real this time. You were already turned on from her striptease, but eating out her delicious cunt has your reptile brain in overload. You need to squirt a hot load of cum inside her, and you no longer particularly care how she feels about that.
"Alabaster -- hold on!" She chokes, weakly trying to fend you off. "Let me clear off--"
"No," you say gruffly. You unzip and pull your cock out. She asked you to fuck her dirty and she's going to get her wish.
"But I--" she begins. You cut her off by forcing your dick into her clamping cunt. She's so drenched that you slide in easy, without any real resistance, such a contrast to the first time you broke her pussy open. She lets out a choked "ghhh--" as you seat your cock in her, still unused to such a deep, rough and sudden violation. She loves it anyway. Her pretty little pussy squeezes your cockmeat appreciatively, like giving it a kiss. There's something lewdly cute about that, the thought of her inner walls smooching your dick.
You begin to rut inside her now, hard fast thrusts that shake the desk beneath you back and forth. Stacks of papers shift to and fro like towers in an earthquake. Her PC monitor topples to its face. Framed pictures and awards and knick-knacks fall to the carpet. Neither of you care.
Kay holds the opposite side of the desk while you fuck her doggy style, her knuckles going white. She holds on for all she's worth, because that's all she can do. She can't fight you, can't stop it from happening, so she might as well enjoy it. She lies beneath you and takes your cock inside her like a good slut. But you want more, you want to fuck her even deeper, so you find her wrists and tug her arms away from the surface of the desk. You hold Kay's arms in both hands like handlebars, for better leverage, so you can get a better angle on the hole you're fucking. You make her curve her spine a little and force her up on her tiptoes too, so that you can thrust into her at a nice, slightly upward angle. You can get into her all the way now, your heavy balls slapping against her clitoral hood with every stroke. Her head droops down, and she goes all limp. Kay is totally pliant and loose-muscled as she lets you ravish her. She makes loud, deep, "unf, unf, unf" noises and her tongue hangs stupidly from the corner of her mouth.
But you're still not satisfied. You need to really give it to her. And you have a perverted idea for how.
You step back, pulling her with you, never breaking your pace. She's still bent at the hips, but she isn't over her desk anymore. You're walking her across the room like a wheelbarrow while you pound her, her wobbly knees barely managing to carry her even with your guidance.
Kay doesn't realize or seem to care what you're planning until it's already happening. You pull the shades on the floor-to-ceiling windows of the office's north wall -- and get her pressed up directly against one of them.
"Alabaster--" she groans. "N-no-- wait-- s-stop--!"
You're fucking her standing, her body pinned to the warm glass. Kay's palms are flat against the windowpane, her legs spread wide, your cock sawing in and out of her -- her shame is on full view to anyone who might happen to look up. These windows face the front gates and the spacious quad for employees. It's around the lunch hour still and many of them are milling around down below.
"Anyone-- c-could s-see--" she protests, even as she humps her pussy back against your viciously thrusting cock.
"You like watching, but you don't like being watched. Is that it?"
"N-no... no I d-don't..."
"Too fucking bad," you say. You press your cheek to her from behind and plant a wet kiss on her face. You whisper in her ear as you ram her: "Everyone's gonna see how you like to get fucked, Kay."
"Nnnnn..." she gulps, and closes her eyes. She can't bear to look. But all the while the swampy insides of her cunt squeeze and convulse around you. The harder and deeper you fuck her, and the more she's on display, the wetter she gets. It's not long before the degradation of it wrings a few tremendous squirts of girl-cum from her. Her ejaculation sprays the window hard like a spritzing bottle of Windex.
"What a fucking slut you are," you sneer. "Everyone's watching you cum. Look."
"Noooo... nooooo..." she moans as she cums for you. She still can't bring herself to look. A couple people down below really are looking up, but from this remove it's hard to tell if they're watching your lewd display or not. The thought gets you off, though. You like putting on a show for the little people.
"I thought you liked having everyone pay attention to you," you muse with a few extra-forceful thrusts up her pussy.
She's too frightened and cumming too hard to respond.
"That's fine," you say. "Let's show them what Kay Vera's face looks like when she's getting fucked full of sperm..."
"Alabasterrrr... unfff..."
She's cumming again. All over herself, and the floor, and the window. Her creaming, pulsing pussy is such a nice feeling against your horny dick that you know you can't hold back much longer. You hug her from behind and bury the head of your cock up her womb and lose your load. Your cum fires off in six or seven wet blasts. The deep relief resonates from your cock and throughout your entire body, all the way down to the soles of your feet. You sigh and enjoy this sensation purely for what it is -- forgetting yourself, and Kay, and the possible audience below, focused only and intently on the enjoyment of filling a tight wet hole with your sticky seed.
Just when you think you're empty, you feel the last vestiges of your climax shuddering through you, and you're taken by a sudden crazed need to pound her just a little bit more. You fuck her with a few extra rapid strokes, surprising her. She squeals. Your bodies slap loudly together for a few moments, as you have an extra miniature orgasm inside her, and lose a few more fat wads of cum. It spurts from your cock and sloshes around with the jizz you already fucked into her womb just moments prior. Only a little while ago she was a virgin, and now you're repeatedly breeding her cunt out like she's a cheap whore.
Completely sated now, you pull out of her. Without your support, Kay slumps against the window. Her face and palms squeak obnoxiously on the glass as her weight drags her down. She makes no attempt to get away or cover herself -- too exhausted. She just slides down the length of the window as your cum slides down her legs. She ends up balanced poorly on her haunches, squatting obscenely with her cum-smeared pussy spread wide in the bright afternoon daylight. Your cum is still running from her fucked out hole and plopping down onto the ground in fat wet dollops, right in front of the window.
You peer out now, to the quad below, and yes, people are definitely watching. You smile and wave, your hard cock still jutting from your jeans, also dripping cum -- and then you pull the shades back down. Kay, swooning, falls to her back.