The Office

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‘How do I get myself into these things?’ she thought absently as she spread her thighs even further apart.Sarah Jones was sitting on the edge of her desk with her skirt hiked up and her hose on the floor alongside her panties. Her co-worker, John Harmon, was crouched on the floor in front of her with his face buried between her legs.The little electric shocks going off in her mind were brought on by the flicks of his tongue as he munched on her beaver.‘Beaver,” she thought with an inward chuckle, ‘Who thought of that name anyway?’All thoughts of forest-dwelling rodents were suddenly thrust from her mind as her orgasm exploded behind her eyes.She barely had time to catch her breath when she felt John’s cock sliding against the lips of her pussy.‘There’s something wrong,” she thought, ‘I need to tell him something.’Her eyes flew open as he pushed inside her. He wasn’t etlik escort extraordinarily big, but she wasn’t ready for it when he shoved it in. Then she was lifted off the desk and held tightly in place. John’s hands cupped her behind and her legs dangled awkwardly from his elbows as he thrust inside her again and again.When he pushed himself in hard and grunted, she went into panic mode.‘Oh my God! He’s cumming inside me!’ she thought.By now it was far too late for her to do anything about it. Already she could feel the slimy ooze creeping down her inner thighs.John plopped her down on the desk once more and then fell to his knees panting for breath.“Wow!” he wheezed.Sarah leaned back on the desktop and felt between her legs with a grimace. Her twat was covered with semen. Her fingers recoiled from the sticky substance drooling out of keçiören escort her channel. She frowned and sighed heavily.“What’s wrong?” John asked with a smirk, “Didn’t you like it?”She met his eyes and shook her head with disgust.“Why did you cum inside me?” she asked.John snickered and shoved his withering penis back into his slacks.“What’s the point of fucking if you don’t cum?” he said.Sarah pushed him away and knelt down to retrieve her panties. She pulled them on awkwardly and then shoved her pantyhose into her bag.“You really are a moron, aren’t you,” she said acidly, “You didn’t have to cum inside me! You could’ve shot on my stomach or on my desk. Why did you have to do it inside?”John smirked and pushed his hair back across his head. Then he looked her in the eye and winked.“It’s what I do,” he said.Before she could reply, kızılay escort he turned and went to his own desk across the room.It was a small office and she could have chased him down to give him the swat across his perfect hair she wanted to give him. But with his back to her and his instant disengagement from her, like he’d thrown a switch into the off position, she realized it wouldn’t have made a difference.He was who he was and no amount of chiding or dressing down would get through to him.She sighed and wondered again how she got herself into these things.Just an hour ago she had stopped into the office to drop off some things from her sales run. Samples and a few contracts and more than a few promissory notes. John had been there when she arrived. He too was dropping off those same types of things on his own desk.When she walked in he looked up at her with a wordless raise of an eyebrow. She had smirked in his direction and wondered what he’d be like in bed. He was a good looking man and the only man in the office who wasn’t married and over fifty. He was also in good shape. His body was buff and he had excellent taste in clothes.

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