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Gary loves having sex with his female boss, Christine.
“Alright, everyone, that’s it for the day,” Christine announced, her authoritative voice echoing through the open-plan office. The employees scurried to collect their things, eager to escape the daily grind. But not Gary. His heart raced as he pretended to tie his shoe lace, watching the last of his colleagues exit the building. He had been waiting for this moment all week.
Christine, his boss, was known for her stern demeanor and unwavering professionalism. But there was a side to her that only he knew – a side that craved the kind of excitement that office politics could never provide. As the last employee disappeared into the elevator, she sauntered over to him, a knowing smile playing on her lips.
“Gary, I’ve got something special for you today,” she said, her eyes gleaming with mischief. She unbuttoned her blouse, revealing a black lace bra that barely contained her ample breasts. The sight of her skin made his mouth water and his cock twitch in his pants.
Gary wasted no time. He knew what she wanted. He dropped to his knees, his eyes level with the floor, as she stepped closer. His hands trembled slightly as he reached up and began to unbuckle her skirt. It slid down her legs, revealing matching lace panties that clung to her curvy hips.
Christine stepped out of her shoes, and her bare foot reached out to caress his cheek. He leaned in, kissing her toes, feeling her nails lightly scrape his skin. She moaned, and the sound sent a shiver down his spine. His tongue darted out, tracing the line of her foot, tasting the sweetness of her skin. Her legs trembled, and he knew she was already enjoying herself.
Her hand reached down to his head, guiding him closer to her. “Take off your clothes,” she ordered, her voice a sultry whisper that seemed to fill the empty space. Without question, he obeyed, peeling off his shirt and unbuckling his ants. His clothes fell around him like discarded armor.
Christine’s eyes raked over his naked body, a hint of hunger in her gaze. “Good boy,” she murmured, her foot nudging his erection. “Now, let’s get to work.”
Her toes curled around his shaft, and he gasped at the sensation. It was a simple gesture, but it held so much power. He felt himself getting harder, his cock pulsing with desire. He leaned in to kiss her ankle, moving up to her calf, her knee, and then finally, her thigh.
Her legs parted, giving him access to the prize that awaited him. He kissed her inner thigh, feeling the warmth radiating from her. He could smell her arousal, and it was intoxicating. He didn’t dare look up at her face, but he knew she was watching him, eagerly waiting to see what he would do next.
Finally, his mouth reached her panties. He kissed the fabric, feeling the heat from her pussy. He hooked his fingers under the waistband and pulled them down, revealing her shaved mound. He kissed it reverently, savoring the smoothness of her skin.
Christine’s breathing grew heavier, and she shifted her weight from one foot to the other. He knew she was getting impatient, but he didn’t want to rush this. He wanted to make it perfect for her.
His tongue found her clit, and he began to lick it gently. She moaned, her hand tangling in his hair. He felt her legs tremble as he continued to pleasure her, his mouth moving in slow, deliberate circles. Her moans grew louder, and he knew he had her right where she wanted to be.
He slipped a finger inside her, feeling her wetness engulf him. She was so tight, so warm. He pumped it in and out, matching the rhythm of his tongue. Her hips began to buck, her moans turning to gasps. He could feel her getting closer, her body tightening around his digit.
And then, she came, her legs giving out from under her. He caught her, his arm wrapping around her waist, holding her up as she rode out her orgasm. She looked down at him, her eyes glazed with pleasure, and whispered, “Take me to your desk.”
He helped her walk the short distance, her bare ass swaying with each step. When they reached his desk, she hopped onto it with an agility that belied her size. The papers and office supplies scattered to the floor as she lay back, her legs spread wide.
Gary didn’t need another invitation. He stepped between her thighs, his cock standing tall and proud. He positioned himself at her entrance, the tip brushing against her wetness. She reached down and took hold of his shaft, guiding him to her opening. “Do it,” she urged, her voice thick with need.
He pushed in, inch by inch, her pussy stretching to accommodate his size. She was so wet, so hot. He groaned as he buried himself inside her, feeling the walls of her cunt clamp down around him. She was tight, but she was also slick with desire, making it easy for him to glide in and out.
Her eyes rolled back in her head as he began to fuck her in earnest. Each thrust sent waves of pleasure crashing through her body, making her breasts bounce and her hips rock against the desk. The sound of their skin slapping together filled the room, echoing off the empty cubicles and desks.
He leaned down, kissing her neck, her collarbone, her cleavage. His hands roamed her body, feeling the softness of her skin, the firmness of her breasts. He pinched her nipples, rolling them between his thumb and forefinger, making her gasp.
Their rhythm grew more frantic, their breaths mingling in the air between them. He could feel his own orgasm building, his balls tightening, his cock pulsing with each stroke. He knew it wouldn’t be long before he came, but he wanted to make sure she was there with him.
Christine’s hand reached down to her clit, her fingers working it in circles. She was close, so close. “Fuck me harder,” she begged, her voice hoarse with passion. And he did, his hips slamming into hers, his cock driving deep.
The tension grew, the room spinning around them as they both chased their releases. And then, it hit them, a shared crescendo that had them both crying out in ecstasy. He emptied himself into her, feeling her pussy contract around him, her body shuddering with the force of her climax.
They lay there, panting, their hearts racing, for a few moments. Then, Christine sat up, a satisfied smile on her face. “Now that’s what I call a productive workday,” she said, smoothing her hair back into place.
Gary couldn’t help but chuckle, his cock still hard and glistening with her juices. He leaned in for a kiss, tasting himself on her lips. “I couldn’t agree more,” he murmured, his hand sliding down to cup her ass.
And as they dressed, the mess of papers forgotten around them, they couldn’t help but feel the beginnings of a new chapter in their secret office affair. One that would surely keep the excitement coming, long after the workday ended.
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