Title: Dirty at Work - Author: Anna H.
Published: Apr 1, 2014 - Contact:
"I have a question."
Not even looking over at her from his computer screen, he nodded and said, "You often do."
She pursed her lips together and responded, "Yes, but they're never work related. This one is inappropriate so I'm asking permission to ask it."
Now he did look over at her and repeat back, "Inappropriate"
"Ok. Ask away," he gave her permission while he steepled his hands together.
She blushed and said, "I have always wondered if - if you've ever..."
She was trailing off so he hurried her on to her question, "Now you have to ask because I'm curious."
"...If you've ever wanted someone down there giving head while you're working" she pointed to underneath his desk.
His eyes twinkled with mischief and he teased her, "Are you offering I think you're actually small enough to fit down there."
She blushed and said, "It was just a question. I was curious."
His eyes dimmed a little, "Of course I've thought about it. There's usually too many people around my open cubicle so there's no point in wondering if it could ever actually happen," he rolled his chair closer to her and continued, "unless two people happened to have worked very late and no one else is around. I'm assuming that's why you thought now would be a good time to walk over and start an inappropriate conversation."
She glanced around the dimly lit office. It was too late for anyone else to be around and now she realized how dangerous her silly question had been.
Outside of her skirt, he trailed his fingers up the back of her thigh, then followed the top hem around to hook his finger underneath and pull her into his cubicle.
He stood up and slid his other fingers up her left leg, tracing the zipper of her skirt up to her waist. Slowly pulling the zipper down, her skirt fell down from her waist and lay in a heap around her heels. He had maneuvered her so she was leaning against his desk and he now stood with barely centimeters between them, his broad shoulders taking up her view of the office.
He stepped back to look down at her and said, "A lace garter belt You naughty girl, what does that look like on the other side"
He spun her around so her hands were braced on his desk and her ass jutted out for his perusal. The lace garter belt hung around her hips and the straps clung taught against her skin. Marveling at the curve of her, his hands traced up her thighs, up over the curve of her waist and back into the small of her back. He brought his hand back down to fit his palm around one cheek, then sprung his hand back to give her a resounding smack on her ass cheek.
She closed her eyes and bit her lip, a small sound of satisfaction hanging in her throat.
He had been staring at her ass but his head shot up to look at the back of her head when he heard the noise. He teased at her, "Oh, you naughty girl, you liked that!"
He did it again, smack, and she moaned as the sensation traveled up her body, destined to stop in a pool of pleasure. He did it again and she moaned out loud, wiggling against his hand.
He did it one more time, smack!, then glided his fingers up to pull her panties down. They slid down her legs and dropped to the floor with her skirt. He moved his hand in between her legs and slowly rubbed her spot of pleasure, eliciting more moans from her.
Unbuttoning his pants, he stepped forward and slid his cock between her legs. Pushing her hair to the other side of her face, he moved his lips next to her ear and whispered softly, "You're so warm."
She moved a leg sideways, resting it up against the desk as she braced herself to move against him. He unbuttoned her bra and moved his hand to cup her breast as it jiggled back and forth with her movement. Pinching the nipple, she cried out, "Oh, yes!"
They started to move faster with growing anticipation and he plunged in seemingly deeper with every thrust. He could look down and see the heart shape of her ass cheeks as they slapped against his body with every movement.
He moved his hand in front of her and again stroked at her pleasure spot. He pushed hard inside of her, changing their rhythm and as a pounding pressure built inside of her, she eventually responded with convulsions and moans of ecstasy.
His body was ready to respond to her orgasm. He leaned in by her ear and asked, "Can you swallow"
He remained closer to her so his lips brushed against her temple when she nodded.
He was so close it was difficult pulling completely out of her warm confines, but as he sat down in the chair, her hand was already keeping a steady pace around him. As soon as he was seated, her mouth was over him, her hot tongue gliding over his hard, smooth skin. Naughtily sucking, up and down, he felt a tightening in the base of his groin.
She was ready as he groaned and felt his orgasm shoot out of his cock into her mouth. She paused her up and down movement to suck on the tip as she swallowed, resuming the motion again for a moment afterwards.
Getting up to put her skirt back on, he stopped her with her skirt halfway up her legs. Running his hands up her thigh and over the soft skin of her ass cheek, he said with a tease in his eye, "I think your question was the best thing I've heard all day."