Working Late

Lisa was the marketing consultant and operations director of a large business coalition.   Some years ago, she was also a barhopping buddy of Janelle, one of the marketing people that worked in my office.   One Friday afternoon, Lisa was in the office to visit Janelle at nearly quitting time.   I said a brief, “Hello” and went back to work.   Now, well past 5 O’clock, I realized that Janelle and Lisa were still in the office across the hall, laughing and talking very loudly. I walked by on my way to the coffee machine and peeked in through the open door; they were smoking, drinking Jack Daniels out of paper cups and telling dirty jokes.  

Janelle saw me and sputtered, “I thought you left!   Shit, sorry about all this.” Pointing to the bottle of whiskey and the lit cigarettes.

 

I said, “Don’t worry about it.   Just remember to destroy any evidence before you leave.   The boss would have a fit.”

 

And I started to move on to the coffee maker.  

 

Janelle hollered, “Hey, we weren’t trying to be unsociable… d’ya wanna drink?”

 

I thanked them and held out my coffee mug for a long pour of whiskey.   I also took one of Janelle’s Marlboro’s off the desk and bummed a light.  

 

“Damn, Boy Scout!   You’re gonna ruin your reputation hanging with us bad girls!”

Giggled Janelle, in her thick ‘Okie’ accent.  

 

Lisa chimed in with, “I had no idea you were such a bad boy, yourself.”

 

I replied, “The next thing you know, I’ll be cussin’ and carrying on like you two!”

 

We all laughed and then just sat back, enjoying the whiskey and cigarettes… not much conversation at first, but Janelle, broke the silence.

 

“Hey, Mike, Lisa was just bitching about her neck being screwed up.   Can you do that ‘snap, crackle, pop’ thing you do?”

 

OK, I was guilty of being the office ‘neck rub guy’. I had actually studied massage therapy in college and genuinely considered chiropractic as a career.   The reason it was know that I was the neck rub guy was I had gotten caught in the office with an old girlfriend who dropped by to say ‘Hi!’ and we had been making out behind closed doors when a coworker walked in on us, just as I was standing behind her running my hands over her tits.   When we were surprised, I settled on her shoulders and acted as ‘medical’ as possible.   The excuse was, I had been “fixing” her neck since college and she had come by for some relief. Which she had, but not that kind of relief.

 

Since then, coworkers considered me their free chiropractor/masseur. So, I would make a big deal out the massage being strictly “therapeutic” and give some bullshit advice afterwards like, “Take a hot bath, a couple of aspirin and do some stretching exercises to keep it loose.   If the pain persists, you might want to see a real doctor.”

 

Lisa looked at me and said, “I am so stiff and sore, it’s killing me.   That’s why we’re hanging out here.   I didn’t want to go out hurting like this.   Can you fix it?”

 

In my best TV doctor voice, I said, “I’ll give it a look.” I got up and stood behind her, kneaded her tense neck muscles and asking her where it hurt and so on.   After a few minutes she really began to loosen up and told me that I had helped her a lot.   She thanked me, then the two of them put away the bottle, cleaned up the mess and headed off into the evening.  

 

It was the weekend, but I had no place to go.   My wife was visiting family out of town and my evening promised to be little more than fast food and reruns on TV. So, I went back to my desk and continued working on the stack of papers there.

 

About half an hour later, I heard someone come in the back door and then I heard Lisa’s voice.

 

“Hello, Mike?   You still here?”

 

I started to get up from my desk when Lisa walked through the door.   She ran in and plopped down in the chair across from my desk.  

 

“I’m glad I caught you before you left.   Janelle had to run off to her mom’s and I was in no mood to hang out by myself.   You want another drink?”

 

All this as she pulled a fresh bottle of Jack from her handbag.

 

“And as long as I’m here… could you fix my neck some more?   That felt great!”

 

I figured that I was stuck being a cheap alternative to Lisa actually seeking treatment but I didn’t want to be rude.

 

I stood up and said, “Sure.   I’ll see if I can loosen those muscles up a bit more. Take my chair, it’s more comfortable and then take off your necklace and earrings for me.”

 

She poured more whiskey in my coffee cup as I walked behind her to continue the neck massage.   After a few minutes of drinking and massage, she was really getting relaxed and barely held her head up.

 

Lisa mumbled to me, “Damn, it’s a good thing we aren’t in my place.”

 

“Why, are you getting sleepy?” I asked.

 

“No.” Lisa blurted out, “…it’s because I’m getting so god-damned turned on that if we were at my place, I would fuck the shit out of you.”   And then she took another gulp of Jack Daniels.

 

I stopped in mid-massage and only managed to say, “Oh.   OK.”

 

Lisa went on, “You have a nice desk.   Ever ‘do it’ on this desk?”  

 

I leaned down next to her ear and whispered, “Not yet.   Do you want to help me correct that problem?”

 

That was all Lisa needed to hear.   She spun the chair around and grabbed my tie, pulling me down to her face level and said, “Trade me places.”

 

She climbed to her feet as I fell back in the chair.   She walked over to the door and locked it.   The small desk lamp was the only light in the room as she walked back towards me unbuttoning her top, her large breasts were spilling out of her lacy white bra and the soft light gave her pale skin a golden glow.   Lisa was in her late 20’s, blonde, blue-eyed, only about 5’1”, not heavy but, full bodied and with huge tits that jiggled as she walked.   She stood in front of me and let her top slip off onto the carpet.   I was staring at her tits and must have had a look of pure lust on my face because she held out an arm and pushed down on my shoulder.

 

“Steady there, boy.” She purred, “You look like you’re sittin’ on a hot plate!   You ain’t gonna jump out of that chair just yet.   Just sit back and let me take charge a minute.”

 

Lisa reached behind her and unzipped the skirt half of her business suit, pushed it down over her broad hips and stepped out of it.   She was standing in front of me in a matching pair of white lace panties and bra.   I was getting a serious hard on and Lisa knew it.   She ran her hands over her boobs and cupped and squeezed them.   I stared at her amazing body as she said,

 

“You want to see the rest?”

 

“Hell yes.” I barked.

 

She unhooked her bra and tossed it aside and then hooked her thumbs in the waistband of her panties and slipped out of them in one motion.   She stood there naked except for her shoes, hands on hips posing and shaking her boobs back and forth.   The light pink skin of her nipples and blonde pubes were almost the same color as her skin.   That was almost as striking as the thickness of her exposed pussy lips, sticking out from her sparse pubic hair. The inner lips sticking out further than any I hade ever seen in person.

 

“Well, do you like?”

 

I nodded and leaned back a bit, showing off the trouser tent I had pitched.   She giggled and stood over me, legs spread wide.

 

Lisa announced, “We need to get those pants off.”

 

She knelt down and started undoing my belt and unzipping my pants.   When she did, my cock head was already poking out over the top of my underwear. And she helped me pull down my pants and underwear at the same time.   I was sitting there with my pants around my ankles, my stiff cock standing straight up.  

 

Lisa was eye level with my hard cock and reached out to squeeze it with both hands.  

 

“It’s so thick!   I can barely get my fingers around it!   Damn.” She wasn’t really even talking to me as she continued to size up my erection.   “I’ve had longer but not thicker.”

 

She then pulled herself up to her feet, using my cock as a hand hold.  

 

“Let’s see if that fat dick fits.” And she straddled me in the chair, throwing her legs over the upholstered arms and lowering herself down until the tip of my cock was just touching the lips of her pussy.    She used one hand to guide me inside her and the other hand to steady herself as I grabbed her ample ass cheeks and pulled her down hard onto my cock.  

 

She was so wet that there was almost no effort in sinking my cock deep in her pussy in one stroke.   Lisa let a little sound escape her lips as the tip of my cock hit her womb.   She started grinding against me, tilting her hips this way and that so her clit also rubbed against my thick shaft while we fucked.   I loved the feel of her tight pussy and those full lips sucking my cock deep into her.  

 

I also had those huge tits sticking right in my face and I began to suck and lick the pale pink nipples.   The nipples were thick and long too, like wine bottle corks!   Huge tits, huge nipples, the thickest pussy lips I had ever seen, and she was really getting off on my ‘fat dick’.

 

Lisa was twisting and grinding her hips. Taking me as deep as she could and then squirming and wiggling to let my thickness touch every part of her pussy.   Her face was contorted like she was in pain but she kept making little cooing and whimpering sounds with each movement.   I knew I couldn’t keep this motion up forever as she was really giving my cock a workout, and just as I was about to pull out, she clamped her thighs against my sides and pushed herself down as far on me as she could and just sat there twitching and making these little sounds.

 

That’s when I felt her gush on my cock and balls.   Hot girl-cum poured out of her and ran down until I felt it puddle under my ass.

 

“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. FUCK!” was all she cried at first.   Then she leaned in and whispered.

“Did you feel that?   I came.”

 

I almost laughed at the obvious. But told her how great it felt.

 

She asked me, “Do you want to come too?”

 

I nodded.

 

She said, “OK, but not inside me... there.”

 

I wasn’t sure what she had in mind, but she stood up and leaned over my desk with her boobs mashed against the surface, her ass sticking up in the air and said,

 

“You can have my bottom.   If you go slow.”

 

I stood up and cupped her still dripping pussy with one hand and used the juices to wet her little pink asshole.   I worked a finger inside her back door and she wiggled some more.

 

“That feels good.   Put it in me.”

 

I held my cock against her anus and pressed the head inside her.   She made a little squeaking noise and reminded me to “...go slow.”   So I pressed further.   In a few seconds I was buried to the hilt in her tight ass.   I began to pump in and out, slowly at first, and then with more speed… harder and deeper.  

 

My wife hates anal sex, due to the thickness of my cock, so this was the one act she denied me and I secretly missed.    I admit it made me want to fuck Lisa’s ass even harder.   Pump her up the ass with everything I had to make up for lost time or something.   I reached under Lisa and started fingering her wet pussy and clit with one hand while gripping her ass cheek and hip with my free hand.   My thrusts were getting faster and more forceful.   I grunted with each lunge, getting almost violent in my speed and force.

 

Lisa was screaming a steady stream of “Fuck-Fuck-Fuck-Fuck!”, now.   She had been pinching her huge nipples all this time and my clit rubbing had her gushing again as she came harder than before.   I felt her juices shoot out and run down my legs.   The sound of my balls slapping against her pussy and thighs was louder than I thought possible and I felt myself getting close to cumming too.

 

I grabbed her hips with both hands and slammed myself into her butt so hard that we knocked the lamp off the desk and sent most of the other items crashing to the floor.   She was deep in her own orgasm and still screaming “Fuck!” over and over.   This made me even more forceful in my fucking.   Gripping her flesh in my hands, I rammed into her over and over, making noises myself, now… grunting and growling. Two animals fucking wildly.

 

I felt my balls contract and knew I was going to shoot my load any second.   I leaned down and growled…

 

“I’m cumming too, where do you want it!”   Like some pornographic delivery man dropping off a package.

 

“Stay in my bottom!!   Fuck my bottom, please!   Fuck Yes.”

 

Lisa was screaming and twisting under me as I felt the first load of cum blast from the tip of my cock deep in her ass. I grabbed her waist and pulled her back against me as I plunged forward, cumming again and again…   blasts of hot cum shooting into her as she bucked and squirmed and twitched.   I held her like that for several seconds and then she started shaking and shivering.

 

“I have to sit down, now.” She whimpered, “My legs won’t hold me anymore.”

 

I pulled my still hard cock from her ass and a gush of my cum poured out with it.   She was still cumming herself and her pussy juices were running down her legs and making a puddle under my desk.   White cum oozed out of my cock and ran dripped onto the floor as well.

 

I helped her sit in my chair and knelt between her legs.   She was still holding a nipple in each hand and her eyes were closed.   I asked her if she was OK?

 

“I’m fine.   That was fun.   I came again.   Did you come too?”   Lisa was rambling a bit.

 

I’ll chalk her comments up to the effects of alcohol and having her brains fucked out. I was pretty lightheaded myself. So, I laid my head in her lap for a minute until I caught my breath.

 

After a bit I became aware of the time and knew I had to get home soon.   I started looking for Lisa’s clothes and the fallen lamp and other desk top stuff.

 

Lisa was getting her self together and used about half a box of Kleenex from my desk to clean our juices up enough to get dressed without it seeping through her clothes. I did the same and suggested we get the office in order and get going before someone came looking for either of us.

 

We were both sobering up fast as we checked each other for clothing being right side out and buttoned the proper way.   Lisa slipped out to the ladies room to fix her hair and finished cleaning herself up.   Once she was presentable again, I escorted her to the parking lot and offered to drive her home.  

 

“I’m as sober as can be now, honey.” She placed a hand on my chest and whispered, “ I don’t suppose you have time to stop by my place for another drink before bedtime? I could use one right about now… and a shower.”

 

I followed her home and we had that drink and that shower.   After we had fucked again, this time in an actual bed, I tucked her in and left her sleeping.   Working late wasn’t so bad after all.