I look up and there you are, walking across the warehouse floor toward the stairs to my office. I’m not disappointed to see you, just surprised.
How did you even get in here?
Then I notice Fred walking beside you and it makes more sense. It’s his job to escort the rare visitor we receive. I wonder what reason you could have given them to get in, but I guess I’ll find out soon enough.
Suddenly, it begins to dawn on me what you’re wearing. I frown slightly. Those shorts reveal most of your delicious thighs and Fred can’t keep his eyes to himself. I can’t blame him, I mean, who could? But I’ve asked you not to wear your more sensually cut clothing in public. I want you safe. Besides, there’s plenty of time to drive me crazy at home! Your top is too tight as well. It adds emphasis to your bouncing breasts as you walk across the floor. They are magnificent, baby, you know I think so and they draw plenty of attention without any help. I can also see your belly button and a portion of your toned stomach exposed as well.
“What are you doing?” my mind wonders.
Despite being a little displeased, my cock tries to spring into action. Stopped for the moment by my jeans. I’ve never been able to handle looking at you. Especially when you’re dressed to thrill. Soon you’re at my door, I’m opening it and you’re inside.
“I’ve got it from here Fred,” you say as you dismiss him, “Thanks for helping me out!”
He leaves, but not without a backward glance at your perfect body, which again, I can’t blame him for. Seriously girl! What are you trying to do, turn on every guy in the warehouse? You turn to face me as you shut the door.
“Now Jason,” you begin as I start to open my mouth, “Wait… I know you’ll be upset. They let me in because I told them my grandmother died and I really needed to see you.”
“What?” I ask incredulously.
“No Jason, it’s not true, BUT before you get angry at me or the clothes I’m wearing…” you pause and then in one swift motion pull your shirt off.
Before I can react, you’re on me, shoving me backward, while unhooking your bra. I’m totally taken off guard and stumble back towards my desk.
Your bra hits the floor and your breasts hit my body. You shove again and I fall back over the desk, still trying to process what is happening as pencils and papers hit the floor.
As I lie there on my back, my knees hanging off the edge, you hop up on the desk, straddling me, and shove your breasts into my face.
“Suck me now,” you growl and I do by reflex. “I really came here to see how you were doing. A girl needs to know her guy is doing well at work.”
“What?!” I sputter against the soft mounds of your flesh, firmly planted against me. I feel a quick jerk and realize you’ve already unbuttoned and unzipped my pants and you’re pulling at the waistband of my boxers.
“No!!” I say, my voice muffled almost to nothing. “Stop it, baby!”
You don’t listen. I feel your little hand snake inside and grip my shaft, which I realize has become rock hard(traitorous little thing). Then you have me by the balls and you sit up, finally allowing me to breathe.
“What do you think you’re doing baby?” I hiss through clenched teeth while struggling to sit up. “You cannot just come in here and pull something like this!”
Pain boils up from my core as you suddenly squeeze my balls and I fall back down to the desk with an involuntary moan.
Still grasping me firmly, you lean down, touching a nipple to my cheek as you whisper, in a voice dripping with sensuality, “I can do whatever the fuck I want.”
Quickly you adjust your position, I feel air on my cock, and then it’s sandwiched between my stomach and your pussy. I notice you’ve altered the crotch of your shorts so in the middle it’s basically a string, which you’ve now pulled aside. It’s a smart alteration, only noticeable when you’re spreading your legs like you are now.
Then you’re grinding on me. Just going to town with reckless abandon. Your slickness coats my cock as you slide back and forth against it wildly. I’m just speechless and taken so aback I’m not sure what my actions should be.
As the incredible pleasure you’re generating starts to burn off the pain, I open my mouth to speak, but you notice and seize my throat in one hand while viscously twisting my nipple in the other. Your grasp on my throat stifles another yelp of pain.
“Shut the fuck up and take it like a man,” you hiss while locking eyes with me and grinding even harder.
I realize I’m about to cum and the full weight of the situation hits me. I’m the number two guy on the totem pole at the company, hoping for number one someday. Right now I’m lying on my back on my office desk, underneath my half-naked girlfriend who came here under false pretenses and seems hell bent on forcing me to blow a load of cum all over the only set of clothing I have at the office today. If we are discovered, my job is finished.
Though I’m riding the edge of losing control to you, I raise my arms and begin to gather my strength to sit up, overpower you, and stop your insanity, but suddenly you hop off, and, quick as a wink, slide back into your bra.
As you pick up your shirt, I hiss, “What the ACTUAL FUCK was that, baby?!”
“I told you,” you say, tugging your shirt back in place, “I wanted to see how your day was going.”
Before I can stop you, you run a finger up the underside of my lubricated, twitching cock. Looking me in the eye you place it in your mouth and suck.
I’m speechless.
You take your finger out of your mouth and still holding my gaze say, “I guess it’s going pretty damn good! I’ll see you at home.”
With that, you open the door and walk away leaving me half reclined on the desk in shock. My naked cock still rock hard, dripping wet, and throbbing uncontrollably.
It’s a good thing no one walks by because it takes me a minute to come to my senses and try to pack everything away. By the time I force everything into my pants and make it to the window of my office, I see you with Fred at the warehouse door.
You look up at my office and give an innocent little wave and then you’re gone.
I sit down at my desk, dazed. Your scent lingers in the air, I can’t focus.
Oh baby, if you only knew the things my mind was planning on doing to you tonight…
You had roused the beast within and if you knew how hard that beast was going to fuck your supple sexy body…
If you knew how many orgasms I was going to pull out of your shaking form while you lay tightly bound on my bed…
My naughty girl had just bought herself a night she’d never forget.
