She somehow pulls herself up and half-walks towards my office entrance. Looking around in a daze, she walks on like some kind of monster. “Out of bounds!” I say loudly.
“The hell it is,” she mumbles, looking around.
Sam walks to my favorite leather office chair and my favored position in my office. To where I do my best work. Especially reading movie scripts, financial reports, and media budgets.
“Down,” she says, pointing and inhaling.
“No way!” I say, hands on my naked hips.
I am still in my stupid black leather polo boots, and my thick, exhausted cock is close to being damaged. The bow tie is ripped in two and not going back on.
Screw that!
“Down, now!”
I shake my head as I walk over. I also realize she is technically crazy. I pause near her, unsure. The sooner it is over, the sooner we will be able to return to normal.
Tomorrow.
Once I am seated, and my eyes look up at her, my cock starts to harden.
The idea of the wicked vixen riding me is too much. Sam kisses me and slides her slick folds against my thick cock. I fist her hair and start to plunder her mouth with my tongue.
Grabbing her roughly, I hold my cock and line it up.
“Stay still,” I command.
We exchange a look, and I yank her down onto my shaft. Sam moans, and I am suddenly inside her and home. Sam rocks against me, and her wet, hungry pussy rides my thick cock.
It is unexpectedly good, way too good to stop.
The one place I have always kept far from sex and far from women is now corrupted. My work environment. My pure place. My sanctuaryis gone.
After Sam works us into a frenzy and unravels on top of me, I know I am close.
I also know I’m frustrated. I need to be in control to come this time.
I know she just shattered on my cock, and I can feel and taste her on my lips and fingers. I can smell her arousal.
It’s time for me to really be able to move. Giving in to my urges, I lift her up. Still in her, I carefully walk us to my main desk.
Legal and banking documents are still perfectly laid out, but screw it, and screw them.
I swipe the documents away, and they fly high in the sun. As I look down at Sam, I rock into her.
I then fuck like there is no tomorrow.
Our eyes meet again, and she looks up at me. Her hands are now around my neck, and she kisses my stubble and cheek.
“Good boy,” she mumbles, biting her lip and opening herself wider. “I need you to do one last thing.”
“What?” I growl.
“Do whatever you want to me. Anything!”
That sends me over the edge, and I plough deeper into her. I send us both over the edge, and as more papers fly, we kiss deeply, and we shatter. Panting and now covered in sweat, I drop down onto her.
After several minutes, I inhale, slide gently out, and stand. As I catch my breath, I look at Sam.
