It's May now, but this is a story from a few months ago, during the depths of winter.

I like to start my days early, getting into work around 6 am. On that day, I drove into the usual spot at my office parking lot in a business complex surrounded by lawns, trees, and office buildings. After parking, I walked through the parking lot, seeing my breath in the cold. I swiped my badge against the gray box and saw a green light. I opened the door and went to my office.

I work in risk and compliance for an electronics company. There's always something shady I have to protect the company from. I went into my office and connected my laptop to the hub. I then looked at my desk and saw something slightly out of order. Two notebooks that I had left out last night had moved from the right side of the desk, and my pen was on the floor.

I immediately reached into my upper drawer and found an empty drawer. A notebook I keep there was very important because it had findings about a recent set of trade secrets that our company had been writing down. Losing this could have my head on a pike.

I looked out of my office and down a long hallway and saw that the lights were on, suggesting someone else was in the building with me. Yes, this freaked me out a little, and yes, I needed to look into it further.

I started down the dark hallway toward footsteps and let the lights start up over me as I walked. Following the footsteps, I saw a supply closet to my right.

As I came closer to the supply closet, I realized the person may be armed. I took a chance and looked at the door handle of the closet. I opened it quickly, expecting a large man with a baseball bat.

Nothing. The closet was empty except for some janitorial supplies. Nothing else.

My heart beating, I walked over to our break room. I needed coffee after this. It was still really early in the morning. It was overcast and cold outside.

I heard the sound of the espresso machine and smelled fresh coffee grounds, watching it pour into my cup. I pulled my cup away, turned around and bumped someone. She was shorter, 5'3, with long black hair, brown eyes, wearing a black blouse and a tan Burberry coat with a short black skirt and black heels. I couldn't tell if she was Korean or Vietnamese. She wore red lipstick with a little blush, two gold bangles, and solitaire earrings. She had a black silk Dior choker and smelled like a high-end floral scent. A golden necklace with a modern letter "L" wrapped around her neck framed her bust. The name on her badge, Lola Kim.

I glanced into her eyes and then at her petite hands. She had a notebook in her hand that looked like mine.

We looked into each other's eyes for a second, and then she darted, running down the long halls in her heels. She was fast. In my white shirt, blue slacks, and polished black shoes, I chased her. I needed that notebook.

She opened a stairwell and ran up the stairs. I followed, hearing the sounds of our shoes step up the metal stairs. She opened a door to the roof and ran outside, on the third floor. I threw the door open, and there she was, waiting for me with a gun to my head.

She looked up into my eyes and told me how much she hated our company for what it did to the world. She ordered me to a corner of the roof. It was freezing cold with the wind blowing. She told me to disrobe, taking off my shirt, pants, and shoes. I was down to my boxers in the freezing cold. I started to shiver.

She took the gun to my mouth and put it in, telling me she would kill me. Then, she stuck the pistol tip in my crotch to watch me squirm. She put the gun into my boxers and pulled them down at the waist. She slapped my chest and watched my skin flinch. It was a game to her.

She backed me into a wall on the roof. I was very close to the edge. I caught a glimpse of her determined brown eyes.

I told her I would make a deal with her. She could keep the notebook if she dropped the gun and let me live. She said no way and put the gun to my head again.

The point of her heel stepped into a crack, and she slipped, dropping her gun. Shirtless and in my boxers in the cold, I kicked the gun to the corner of the rooftop. I grabbed her by the wrist first and got my arms around her waist, restraining her. I rotated our bodies so she was backed up against the wall. I pulled the notebook out of her hands and heard it hit the rooftop.

A cold wind started to blow. I took her to the ground, holding her down so she could not escape. I told her I would call the police and FBI.

She started pleading with me. She was innocent, she said, her employer (a competitor) had put her up to steal the notebook, and she wanted to stay out of jail. If I could keep her out of jail, I could have her here.

On top of her, I looked into her eyes and started to believe her. I felt her petite body under me and felt the floral scent and her Dior scarf cause a deep energy to rise in my hips, abs and thighs. She grabbed my wrists and pulled my large hands to the inside of her thighs up her skirt. She directed my fingers to her labia and touched her lips to mine.

I pulled a black thong down around her hips and down her legs. Touching the labia with my index and middle fingers of my left hand, I put my right index finger inside her pussy while feeling her lips. She moaned at the touch, telling me to go deeper. Keeping contact on the pussy lips with my left hand, I put two of my right fingers inside her pussy. She bit my lips and moaned for me.

I slid my fingers in and out and gently pulled two medium brown nipples out of her dress. Both nipples were hard in the cold, and I started sucking the right one. I kept my fingers penetrating while slobbering on the nipple, getting some of my spit on the designer scarf.

"Fuck me now," she moaned for me.

I spread her legs and pulled out my cock. To describe it to anyone who is reading, it's about seven inches, very thick and dark brown. It's not cut and has a fat head. Not the best for a first touch into her. My cock was hard, and I put it to her labia, and then inside her pussy. The head barely fit, and I could feel her stretching and relaxing for me. The stretch felt like an elastic band made of flesh.

"Fuck me," she said, "fuck me like a bad girl."

I pushed the head in and felt the top of the shaft enter her tight, sticky hole. It felt like I was pushing my fat dick into the letters X and O, into a warm, fleshy, wet hole welcoming my cock. I pulled her breasts further out of her dress and stuck the entire shaft into her pussy repeatedly. She was opening up for me. I held her hips to open her up more. I pushed in and out, rocking my hips deeper while she lay on her back receiving me, looking into my eyes. Her breasts were dangling, and her hair was a mess.

I put my left hand on her blouse, grabbing fabric by her waist, and my right hand on her Dior choker, rotating my cock so it curved into her. I felt her necklace jingle and pull. She moaned for me while looking into my eyes. Both of us were sweating on the freezing cold rooftop.

She looked into my eyes and lightly moaned, "fuck me, Dale, fuck me."

Pushing my thick cock into her sticky, wet hole, I was wondering how she knew my name. I continued to penetrate.

"Penetrate my soul," she moaned to me.

I stood up and reached a hand out to her. I then rotated her so her ass faced me. I pushed my thick cock between her legs from behind and found her hole. I held her brown nipples and pushed in from behind, rocking my hips and pushing her body into the wall.

"Fuck, Dale, I'm so close," she squealed to me. I pushed into her hole again and felt the curve of my cock slide through something sticky. She started shaking and told me, "fuck, Dale, I'm cumming." I kept penetrating her hole, feeling her shake and wobble in my arms as I stuck my dick into her from behind. She was shaking, wobbling, and sweating.

I heard a sound and something sounding like metal lightly hit the floor.

I pushed into her hole again as she shook and felt beautiful, warm, wet liquid oozing onto my cock. She was gently moaning my name between breaths.

“Cum on me, Dale,” she squealed, “cum on me, I want to feel your load on me.”

I pulled out and aimed my cock right at her thighs, up her skirt, into her pussy. I pulled her choker with my right hand, with my left hand on her hip. I slid into her pussy slowly and deeply, making sure she felt every tiny millimetre of my cock. On the fifth thrust, I held my cock inside her pussy and felt my legs wobble and my balls shoot piles of energy from my hips. The tip of my cock shook, and my shaft pushed into her, feeling her pussy and thighs stretch. I shot three or four loads deep inside her, holding my cock in and then watching globs of white semen come out of her pussy and onto the edges of my shaft, tying my pubic hair to her inner thighs.

She reached down and grabbed some of my semen from my shaft and wiped it on her thighs and belly, almost to keep it for herself.

She turned around, leaving her thong on the ground, and faced me. "That was so good, Dale, you're so thick, and you were so hard inside me," she complimented me and held my cock as my erection dropped. She stood facing me, clothed except for her thong, while I stood naked.

I smiled and leaned in for a kiss. Her lips connected while holding my cock.

"Dale, I need a photo of this," she said, holding my cock. Though a little confused at the request, I assented to the dick pic.

She pulled out her phone as if to take a photo and then tapped my dick, pushing me away from her. Her heels still on, she quickly ran across the rooftop, gathering her gun and the notebook while I was enjoying my moment of post-nut bliss. At this point, I was naked in the cold. She pointed the gun at me and ordered me to get on my knees again.

"Thanks for the dick, Dale, but I'm taking the notebook," she laughed. "You're hot but way too gullible, stop thinking with your dick."

At gunpoint, I got down on my knees and felt a hit against my head, enough to shake me up. Her nimble hands tied something around my wrists and ankles. She picked up my clothing from the rooftop and threw it over the side of the building to the streets nearby.

Then, she darted the rooftop through the stairwell we entered. I tried to follow her with my eyes, but I heard the door open, and footsteps walk away and down the stairwell.

End of Part 1.