Speaker 1: Hello, my lovelies.
Speaker 2: This is Roxy Callahan and welcome to my podcast, where
I present erotic stories for women, encompassing all of the
amazing sensuality, passion, and animal lust that we all know
exist within us. I love stories that cover the whole
range of women's sexuality, from taboos and fantasies that push
boundaries to gentle love making and romantic encounters of two
people connecting emotionally and sexually. This week's story is called
in the Corner Office, and it is one many women
are familiar with. You are in a position of power
in you work longer hours, and you do more work
than the men, enough that you have absolutely no social life.
You're full of suppressed desire, and as the boss, there's
no one to date, let alone fuck. What can you
do well? For Helen Magnuson, the CEO OFCs. The challenge
and opportunity is embodied in the hot janitor who enters
her corner office one night when she's working alone. This
was written by a woman who submitted this with the
request to leave herself anonymous in the comment. Some of
this is based on a real story. Unfortunately, none of
the parts I wish were true are actually based on
real life. I feel you, mis anonymous, I feel you oh.
And our narrator this week is my amazing friend Annie
B with help from Big Greg. Yes that's what he
wants us to call him, and Mary and Ellen. And
before we begin, please note that this podcast is intended
for adult listeners.
Speaker 3: The firm knock on the door to my office pulls
me from the computer screen. I rubbed my eyes and
for the first time noticed that it was dark outside.
What time is it and who the hell is knocking
on my door? I glanced at a clock on the
computer screen. Almost midnight.
Speaker 1: Work this late.
Speaker 3: Since I took over as CEO of Skylows three weeks earlier,
I'm not surprised. However, each day seems to bury me
under more and more work. The knock returns louder this time.
Speaker 1: Come in.
Speaker 3: I don't know who it is, but even at midnight,
I have to present of veneer of calm Command. Women
in their twenties don't get to be CEOs without being
able to put up with practically anything, and in the process,
you can't show weakness for a second.
Speaker 1: A man enters.
Speaker 3: He's about my age and dressed casually jeans in a
disheveled dress shirt barely buttoned over a tight T shirt.
Speaker 1: I'm about to ask him what he wants when he
nods at.
Speaker 4: Me, I'm here to empty your waist basket.
Speaker 3: Ah, the cleaning person I always expect a woman. I'm
not sure why, but the idea of a cute guy
with black hair and a muscular physique walking around emptying
the waste baskets doesn't seem to fit.
Speaker 1: I turned back to my computer. Sure, come get it.
Speaker 3: I don't need to be thinking about hot men after hours,
nor do I need to fall into sex hystereotypes. I
turned back to the numbers for the quarter and ignore
the cleaning guy. I'm not sure how I'm going to
solve the problem in Berlin, but the answer has to
be on the screen somewhere. The man lightly taps my
leg with his fingertips. I twirl, preparing to yell at him.
I've been harassed by my former boss, his second in command,
his manager's health, practically every mail in my life. The
idea of a cleaning guy putting his hand on my
knee isn't going to end well for him. Didn't he
know I could fire him at any moment? I clenched
my teeth and turn to look at him. But before
I can unleash my anger, he nods vaguely toward my desk.
Speaker 4: Uncross your legs. I need to get inside.
Speaker 3: The comment flusters me, and several contradictory and random thoughts
fill my head. Why did he ask me to spread
my legs?
Speaker 1: Wait? Is that what he said?
Speaker 3: I need to fire his disrespectful ass Sure he's gorgeous,
but his sneer is insulting. And what did this have
to do with garbage? His T shirt is too tight
and his truss shirt barely functional. Damn, he looks good
a net T shirt. I need to tell him to
leave now. I want to kiss him. Did I really
just think that I'm the CEO? Did he really just
touch me without asking? What an asshole? I wonder if
he'll touch me again? He clears his throat.
Speaker 4: The garbage can it's under your desk?
Speaker 3: His comment clears my head. I turn in the office
chair and uncrossed my legs, which were in his way.
Uh sorry, I'm immediately pissed at myself that he was
the one who touched my leg without asking, and yet
I'm the one apologizing the garbage man gets down on
one knee, one arm on my desk for support, and
stares at me. As he reaches under my desk. I
tug my skirt down toward my knee, even though he
is staring right at me. I curse myself again. I'm
acting like a schoolgirl. Yet his face is so close,
and his lips are so full and spread just a
part enough that it tells me that they need to
be kissed. And what I thought was a sneer was
actually more like an amused sperk. This close, he is
still staring at me, and for a moment, I'm worried
that he can read my thoughts, so I turn away.
I glance back to see him pulling his empty hand
out from under my desk. He straightens up and looks
at me from one knee. I don't say anything. I
am transfixed by his rugged nonchalance. Everyone is afraid of me.
I'm the iron lady, the bitch on floor six, But
not to this man. All he wants is my garbage.
That thought makes me smile, and he returns it.
Speaker 4: I uh need a bit more room.
Speaker 3: He then places a hand on each of my thighs
and with a firm grip rolls my chair back six inches.
His fingers are on my skirt while his palms are
on my stockings. I can feel the heat of his
hands through them. I need to yell at him, to
tell him that grabbing a woman's legs without her consent
is wrong, But a thrill that I have buried for
months starts to build between my legs. Still, I'm the CEO.
This is completely unacceptable. You do not touch a woman
without asking. I hope the force is back in my voice.
Fire you for this. He lets go? No, why did
he let go? Couldn't he have slid his hands higher.
Speaker 4: I just needed to make room, Miss magnuson no offense intended.
Speaker 3: The sneer or smirk returns, and then he turns away
and reaches further under my desk. I want to fire
him right then, but his ass is right next to me,
and it looks too tight and hot for me to
do anything more than just stare at it. He pulls
out a waste basket with nothing more than a few
pieces of paper in it. He pulls them out and
slides the can back under the desk. His nonchalance is maddening.
I need to restore the proper perspective to our relationship. Relationship,
Why was I using that word? I clear my throat.
You want to be fired, don't you? He laughs as
he stands up.
Speaker 4: Not really.
Speaker 1: He looks down at me. His eyes are intense.
Speaker 4: But I'm making nine bucks an hour and I won't
be too hard to replace that.
Speaker 3: He winks, turns around, and then starts walking toward my
office door. God, his ass is hot. What's your name?
He pauses and turns toward me.
Speaker 4: Why you're going to fire me? Maybe it's Shane Shane Turney.
Speaker 3: He shrugs and walks out the door. The door closes
behind him, and I feel a little bit empty inside.
He was gorgeous and he didn't care that I was
the iron Lady. All he cared about was doing his
shitty job. Oh and his eyes and lips and ass,
the smirk. I love everything about him. When I was
in college, I remember driving down my parents' street and
seeing a new neighbor washing his car. He was only
wearing jeans, and he was so beautiful that I didn't
want the moment of watching him in the midst to
ever end. I ended up driving around the block twice
each time, hoping for nothing more than a glimpse of
his body. That night, I orgasmed multiple times, fantasizing about him.
I feel the same way about my garbage man, my
garbage man, the guard, garbage man. I stand up and
walk to my office door. Badly want to see him again.
I have to see him again, that just have one
more glimpse of his face or his ass I crack
the door open, but then pause. I don't want him
to think I'm following him. That would just be too embarrassing.
I decide to pretend I'm going to the bathroom and
open the door. I walk through and look left and right.
Speaker 1: He is gone.
Speaker 3: I walk a bit down the hall to the right,
away from the elevator and deeper into the executive wing,
but I can't hear or see anyone. I turned to
walk in the other direction when I practically run into him.
He must have been under my assistant's desk, grabbing her wastebasket.
Speaker 1: Sorry.
Speaker 3: He holds out his hands and grabs my waist, steadying me,
stopping me from running into him. I just needed to
use the restroom. He is looking at me, his hands
remaining on my hips. The urge to lean in and
kiss him is overwhelming. His grip is strong and I
can't help it. I picture his hands gripping my waist
from the other side as he fucks me from behind
the restroom.
Speaker 4: Is that way?
Speaker 3: He lets go and points back the way I came.
Is he smirking or smiling? Damn it? I am in
a panic. My flimsy excuse doesn't hold up. What does
shame think of me? I'm horrified and embarrassed. I uh
changed my mind. I push past him and retreat into
my office. I close the door, so embarrassed that I
hope I never see him again. An hour later, I
am writhing in my bed thinking of him. He is
fucking me on my desk, and as my fingers dance
over my clit, I imagine his gorgeous lips pressed between
my legs. I'm too horny and my desires too primal
for me to do more than just fantasize over the
barest details.
Speaker 1: I'm on my desk, he's.
Speaker 3: Licking me, he's fucking me, and then, in an explosive
orgasm takes me. I drift off to sleep, and my
dreams continue where my finger's left off. It's one o'clock
in a full morning of meetings has finally ended. I'm
alone in my office catching up on email. I keep
thinking of Shane. I have no clue who he could
report to in my company. He may even be a contractor,
although I've made it clear to my department heads to
not outsource unless absolutely necessary. We own the building, so
he probably works under our real estate management division. I
pull up our corporate file repository and look for the
company org chart. It lists everyone in who they report to.
I spile as I wonder how many degrees of separation
there are between me and Shane. Am I his boss's
boss's boss's boss, or am I even higher than that
in the corporate food chain of sky Loops. My computer
dings and my attention is drawn to more email. I
abandon my search for the path to my garbage man,
my gorgeous, sexy garbage man. Besides, I know nothing will
come of it. We have a company policy of not
dating fellow employees, and the idea that I could possibly
date a janitor is absurd. I smile and turn my
attention back to my work. Yes, it's absurd. It's seven
o'clock and I consider going home. I've done most of
my work, at least enough to allow me some precious
personal time. Yet I keep staring at the closed door
to my office. It would be nice to see Shane again.
He's eye candy. It wouldn't hurt anything to just watch
him as he came in, emptied my garbage, and left.
I could stare at his eyes and his chiseled features,
and then watch his tight ass walk out the door.
It would be harmless. So I wait. At eleven o'clock.
There's a knock on my door. He's early tonight, I think,
come in. I'm literally shivering with anticipation. I'm wearing a
tighter blouse than I normally do, and perhaps I accidentally
wore one of my shoulder skirts this morning. I'm not
sure why, as I know nothing can happen, but maybe
making Shane a little uncomfortable would be a fun game.
The door opens as I picture Shane awkwardly adjusting a
bulge in his jeans as he approaches my desk.
Speaker 1: It is a woman.
Speaker 3: Excuse me, missus magnuson, I'm here to empty your waist basket.
All the energy drains from inside me and my shoulders slump.
Where's Shane. He works nights on Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays.
She peers at me, and I'm wondering if she knows
what I'm thinking. Of course she doesn't. Is there a
problem with Shane? No, no, not at all. We just
had a nice conversation last night, and as I was
working late, I guess I just expected him. The woman
is staring at me, and I can't tell if she
believes me or doesn't care. No big deal, Well he'll
be here tomorrow. The woman shrugs and then continues toward
my desk. I stand up, Uh, thank you. Anyway, I
was just heading home. I grab some papers, toss them
in my briefcase, and I practically stumble up the door.
I feel cheated. Shane is fucking me against my office door.
I toss my head against my pillow as I picture
the scene pleasure of building and building, as I slide
my dildo in and out of my pussy. He enters
my office and doesn't say anything. I stand up and
yell at him for his lack of respect. He grabs
my arms and kisses me hard. At that point, I
stop any pretense of objecting. He spins me around and
pulls me toward him, but rather than kiss me again,
he pushes me against the door behind him. I reach
up to stop myself as my hands are on the door.
Shane reaches his arms around me and grabs my tit says.
He whispers in my ear, sprat your legs. I do
keep your hands on the door, and don't turn around.
I nod. He pulls up my skirt and then violently
pulls down my stockings. I shove my ass out as
I hear his sipper. I feel his cock against my ass,
and then he is inside me. He grabs my hips
just as he did in the hall outside my office.
He is fucking me hard, and I'm shoving my dilto
in and out of my pussy faster and faster. I
come hard and deep, pressing the dilto up against my clit.
In my mind, Shane is leaning back while his hips
are thrust forward, his cock deep inside me. I'm breathing deeply.
My skin dangles all over in my dreams. At least
Shane is an amazing fuck. I'm looking at the org chart.
Shane works for some woman named Esther Ester reports to
the head of our office building maintenance. A man named Harvey.
Harvey reports to Phil, the vice president of US Operations.
His name is familiar, and I think I had met
him a few times at company meetings. Phil reports to
our EVP of Operations, who I do know well, and
our EVP of Operations reports to our CFO, and our
CFO reports to me.
Speaker 1: I laugh.
Speaker 3: If I wanted to have any official communication with Shane
at all within the proto call of our company, I'd
have to go through four other people. I closed the program.
It was an amusing exercise, but that was it. I
have more important things to do, and the day was
already heading toward lunch. My afternoon is full of meetings
and phone calls, and I don't get to take a
breath until six o'clock.
Speaker 1: You should go home. Work, given these long hours, is
not healthy.
Speaker 3: My executive assistant is looking at me concern in her eyes.
She poked her head in before heading home. What can
I say? I love my job. It's this or watching TV,
and I find this more fun. She shakes her ahead.
Speaker 1: You need a boyfriend.
Speaker 3: I frown, and she lifts her hands and protest. Look
just calling it like I see it. She's the only
one in the entire company who I can remotely be
like my real self. She knows I would never fire her,
and I know that she won't bullshit me. Ha, I
don't need a boyfriend. Then you need to get laid Wenday.
She laughs and skips out of my office before I
can pretend to yell at her. It's a few hours
later and I let my mind wander as I'm going
over more numbers. My fingers slip between my legs and
I hitch up my skirt. I can't help it. I've
been thinking of Shane on and off all day. I
hadn't seen him in two days, and that was but
the briefest of encounters. But I can't get his lips,
his eyes, are his ass out of my mind. I
stop before I can do more than briefly cress my clit.
It is maddening, but I need to show more control.
Besides what is going to happen. Shane comes in, empties
my garbage and leaves. All I'm doing is setting myself
up for disappointment. It's midnight, and I wonder if Shane
had skipped work. When there is a knock on the door,
come in.
Speaker 4: I hope.
Speaker 1: I don't sound desperate. Shane enters.
Speaker 3: He's wearing jeans that are even tighter than the pair
he had on the previous night. His stress shirt is
again unbuttoned, there only as the bare acknowledgment of his
department's dress code policy. His T shirt is tight again
as well, and he is wearing that smirk.
Speaker 4: We meet again.
Speaker 3: Hello, I'm sorry I've forgotten your name. He walks toward me,
and his smirk turns into a smile.
Speaker 4: Well, that's interesting, miss Magnuson, because Marie told me that
you had mentioned me last night. She was wondering what
we talked about in our interesting conversation.
Speaker 3: He stops next to me and then slides his ass
up onto the edge of my desk, half sitting as
he looks down on me.
Speaker 4: So tell me what did we talk about in our
interesting conversation?
Speaker 3: I stare at him, using every bit of my iron
lady coldness to keep him at bay. I need to
buy time. I need to explain the unexplainable. Should I
tell him Marie lied and that I don't know what
he's talking about? Should I just tell him to fuck
me on the desk? I don't know the answer.
Speaker 1: I should tell.
Speaker 3: Him if he speaks to me in such an insolent
tone a gain, I'll fire him on the spot.
Speaker 1: But I don't want to say it. I just don't.
Speaker 3: I don't want to close the door that has open
even this minuscule amount. Before I can answer, Shane slides
off my desk and onto his feet.
Speaker 4: I guess I should take care of your garbage.
Speaker 3: I nod and slide my chair back far enough so
that he has plenty of room. He gets down on
his knees and pulls my waist basket out.
Speaker 4: It's empty. I guess you didn't get much work done today.
Speaker 3: He is looking back at me over his shoulder and smiling.
I was just trying to be nice to Marie, make conversation.
I think your name is Shane, but I just wasn't sure.
He turns to face me, and I am almost in
pain with how badly I want him. He is on
his knees in front of me. My legs are slightly parted,
his head so close to my pussy that I want
to grab it and pull his lips against mine.
Speaker 4: I don't believe you.
Speaker 3: He says it emphatically and in a voice that is
never used with me, like an adult, like sturing the child.
It's before I can finish my thought. He puts his
hands on my thighs and pulls himself up to a
standing position. He leaves his hands on my thighs, and
the warmth of his palms spreads up my thighs to
between my legs. He is leaning forward, looking down at me.
His face is inches from mine.
Speaker 4: Do you realize how hot you are?
Speaker 3: I reach down to remove his hands, but he ignores me.
His grip is like iron, and all end up doing
is laying my hands on his.
Speaker 4: You have curves women would pay to have, and men
would pay to see. Can you hide it behind this?
Speaker 3: He takes a hand from my thigh and runs a
single finger down the front of my blouse, from the
top button down to between my breasts. I'm the CEO, Shane,
I can't trust like I'm going to a nightclub. And
as I reply, I realize that I am no longer
the CEO, and Shane is no longer a janitor. We
are talking as man and woman in that place that
can lead to either a disappointed goodbye are a passionate fuck.
Shane stands up and steps back. He puts his hands
on the edge of my desk and hops onto it,
sitting on my blotder and watches me. He crosses his
arms and smiles.
Speaker 4: Unbutton your top three buttons.
Speaker 3: I watch his eyes widen as I unbutton the top
three buttons of my blouse one at a time. I'm
an e cup and it doesn't take much for my
blouse to open. As the buttons are undone two more,
I unbutton two more.
Speaker 1: In my cleavage is in full view.
Speaker 4: God, you have gorgeous tits.
Speaker 3: I glance down and I can see the bulge in
Shane's pants. I want to say, fuck me, please fuck me,
but I'm still wound too tight. I'm in my office
and the fantasy in my bed is simply too real
to be comfortable right now. Well, what happened if we
were discovered? His voice interrupts my thoughts before I can
think of more reasons. Not the fuck Shane on my desk?
Speaker 4: What kind of underwear are you wearing?
Speaker 3: I glance down on my skirt, which has been pushed
mid thigh by Shane's hands. Before I can answer, he
holds up the same finger that left a caressing trail
down my chest.
Speaker 4: No, don't tell me stand up, turn around, bend over,
and show me.
Speaker 3: I swallow hard desires, beating down every piece of common
sense in my mind. I smile and stand up. I
run a hand from Shane's knee up his thigh a bit,
and then turn around. I tug my skirt up and
bend over. I'm wearing a white thong. I close my
eyes as I feel Shane's hands slide up the back
of my leg and along my ass. He cresses one
cheek and then the other. He pulls his hand away,
and then I feel a single finger slide down my thong,
along my ass crack to my pussy. His finger slides
up along the front of my panties. God, I love
that finger.
Speaker 4: You are so wet.
Speaker 3: I open my eyes to look back at him over
my shoulder when I see my diploma from Harvard on
the wall behind my desk works so hard for my MBA.
My mentor told me that she knew I would go
places that women in her generation never could. My heart
beats hard on my chest. As I stand up, I
turn around and tuck my skirt down. Shane looks confused.
I smile at him and start to button my blouse
back up Shane, trust me when I say this.
Speaker 1: I want you right now.
Speaker 3: I really want you, but I need to figure some
things out first. I'm the CEO, and well there are
like eighteen people between you and me. You are still
my employee.
Speaker 4: Yeah, I get it.
Speaker 3: He doesn't sound disappointed, but rather dismissive. It scares me
a little bit because, against my better judgment, I don't
want to close this door completely. No, you don't get it.
This isn't a no, this is a give me time
to figure this out. The smirk returns to Shane's face
as he slides off my desk.
Speaker 4: Not much to figure out if you ask me.
Speaker 3: Forward, grabs my arm with his hands and kisses me
full on the lips. It is so intense and passionate
that I'm melting.
Speaker 4: But take as long as you like.
Speaker 3: He winks and turns away. I don't say anything as
he walks towards the door. It's Wednesday. I won't see
him until Friday, and even then it is only if
I stay late in the office. I know I will,
of course, but that's okay. All I need to do
is figure out how big a risk Shane is to
my career. Over the next two days, and then make
a decision. Later that night. My nerves are still too
free to masturbate about Shane, and I fall asleep with
my arms stretched across my empty bed. I pull up
Shane's personnel file.
Speaker 1: It's thin.
Speaker 3: He's been with a company for one year in a
position where it is difficult to make a mark. He
received a cost of living rais, but no bonus. My
quarterly bonus is more than his entire yearly salary. His
employee review for him was one line, gets the job done.
I find him on Facebook. The settings are mostly private,
but there are a few photos of him from others,
and he looks normal. During my few breaks during the day,
I stalk him further online, but I can't find him
on x or Blue Sky or Instagram. I consider calling
the head of security to do a background check, but
I don't want to raise any eyebrows. I finally give up.
The day is coming to a close and I'm no
closer to knowing what to do. I consider the facts.
I badly want to fuck him. The company has a
policy of no intra company dating. I examine my options.
I could fire him, but that feels almost too devious,
and besides would he want to see me.
Speaker 1: If I fire him. I'm not so sure.
Speaker 3: I could just tell him to meet me in a
bar and we could have a one night stand.
Speaker 1: That's not exactly dating.
Speaker 3: But then there's the fact that I know he works
for the company, and so does his coworker Maria. Besides,
there's the danger he eventually uses that against me. I
take a late conference call with the West Coast team.
It ends at seven o'clock, and I consider what to do.
I need to do some analysis of the Capex charges
mentioned on the call, and I really don't want to
go home and be alone all night. I grab a
salad from my fridge, open up the expense analysis, and
decide to make it another late night. It's Thursday and
Shane isn't working, so I don't have to worry about
thinking any further about what to do about him. As
I chew on my salad, I think about Shane one
last time. I've pretty much made up my mind. I'm
going to just remove him from working the executive wing.
It would be wrong to fire him, and the temptation
would just be too great if he continued to be around.
As the thought of temptation enters my head. I think
of him. I shiver as I remember his finger tracing
a line down my ass and then up to cress
my pussy through my panties. I wanted to look over
my shoulder at him and see his eyes hungrily focused
on my body. I wanted him to want me to
consume me, but my fucking diploma distracted me or save me,
I'm still not sure. I finished my salatting it back
to the numbers. By the time I finish, it's nine o'clock.
There's a knock on the door.
Speaker 1: Come in.
Speaker 3: It's Maria's night to clean my waist basket, and she
must have decided to do that part of her job early.
Shane walks through the door, and again I'm flustered in
his presence. You're not supposed to be here.
Speaker 4: Nice to see you, too, Helen.
Speaker 3: He smiles and walks toward me. He's given up on
the company dress code and is only wearing his T shirt.
I can't help but stare at his body, straw and
lean and chiseled under the tight T shirt and jeans.
I regain my composure. I meant that I thought it
was Maria's night to work.
Speaker 4: That's nice. You remember the names of the employees who
empty your garbage. That's not something I would expect from
the bitch on floor six.
Speaker 3: He sits on the edge of my desk. I don't
know what his intent is, but I've decided that we
can't see each other. Even as he's calling me a bitch,
I'm staring at his chest and then glancing down at
his crotch. It's not healthy. I think it's time for
you to leave. I cross my arms.
Speaker 4: No, you don't.
Speaker 3: His smirk is back. I'm sorry. I'm sincerely taken aback
by his response. I've made up my mind and it's
time for him to leave. Before I can reiterate my point,
Shane leans toward me.
Speaker 4: You think it's time for me to fuck you?
Speaker 3: My heart skips a beat and I take a breath.
Shane sighs off my desk and closes the distance between us. No, Shane,
I don't think you understand. Shane ignores my comment, ignores
my crossed licks, ignores every piece of body language I've
placed between us as a barrier. Here eaches out and
places one hand on each side of my face, cradling
my head in his hands. His grip is firm yet gentle.
As he pulls me in for a deep kiss. His
lips are so full and soft. My hands are loose
at my side, not giving in yet not resist. I
don't resist. I can't resist. For the barest of moments,
I consider shoving him away, but then I feel his
thumb gently cress my cheek as he holds me in
his hands. I grab his shirt with my fists and
pull him close. I open my mouth and run my
tongue along his delicious lips until he opens his mouth
and lets my tongue taste his. He pulls away with
a startling suddenness. I look up at him, and he
is practically panting as he looks at me. I want
him so badly. I want to feel him naked against me.
I want to feel his cock in my hand, if
my mouth, if my pussy. He takes a step back,
and I look at him quizzically. Is something wrong?
Speaker 4: Stand up?
Speaker 3: I don't know what he is doing, but I can't
say no. He could ask me anything and I wouldn't
say no.
Speaker 1: I stand up.
Speaker 4: Take off your blouse.
Speaker 3: My heart leaps. I had worried that he was going
to stop things, but now I know he has other ideas.
I happily go along with them. His face is wrapped
as he stares at my chest. I undo each button
with a deliberate and slow twist. I'm smiling as I
see his eyes go wide as I reveal my bra
I'm attractive, I know this, but I'm also curvy, with
full hips in a big chest. He doesn't even need
to ask, and I reach behind my back and undo
my bra I let it fall to the floor next
to my blouse. I run my hands over my tits,
stopping to squeeze my nipples. They're too big to be perkyed,
but I know that men will love them. I drop
my hands to my side and take a step towards Shane.
He holds up a hand.
Speaker 4: Play with your tits some more.
Speaker 3: The command unleashes the pent up heat inside me. No
one tells me what to do. I'm the CEO, but
this man is going to tell me exactly how he
wants to fuck me. I can't help it, and slide
my hand down and touch myself between my legs. I'm
aching for his cock. I lift my hands and run
them over my tits, crussing them, squeezing my nipples and
closing my eyes as the pleasure makes me shudder. I
look down and see the bulge and Shane's cheans.
Speaker 1: Fuck me.
Speaker 3: I'm not sure if I'm commanding or begging. He pauses
them in the.
Speaker 4: Nods kneel down in front of me.
Speaker 1: I take a.
Speaker 3: Single step toward him, and then dropped on my knees.
My face is inches from his cock, and I want
nothing more than to reach out, unzip his pants and
just take it into my mouth. But I look up
at him while I run my hands up and down
his thighs. I make sure not to touch his cock. Tell
me what to do. Command me. His smirk returns, which
drives me crazy.
Speaker 4: Unsnap by jeans. I do it, unzip them and pull
them down. I pull his zipper down.
Speaker 3: My finger's brushing against his cock, which is pressing against
his underwear. God, it feels so hard. I tug on
the jeans and pull them down to his ankles. He's
wearing boxer beeps, and his hard cock is pressed so
hard against the material.
Speaker 1: There's a gap at the top. I can't stop myself.
Speaker 3: When I my right hand along the shaft, I look
up and Shane's head is tossed back. I squeeze the
head of his cock and it gets even harder, if
that's possible. My left hand is shoved down the front
of my skirt and I'm masturbating myself. Well, I'm not
sure I even need to do that. I'm so wet
and ready to come at any moment. Tell me what
to do with your cock.
Speaker 4: Pull down my underwear and then lick my balls and
my dick.
Speaker 3: I reach up and pull his underwear down with one hand.
His cock springs free. It's long and hard and gorgeous.
I take it in my hand and stroke it slowly
as I push my head forward and lick his balls.
Speaker 1: They are smooth.
Speaker 3: And it's then that I noticed that Shane trims his
pubic hair and shaves his balls. I had never fucked
a guy who's shaved before, and I love it. I
lick and suck on his smooth balls while my hand
caresses his cock. I then run my tongue up from
the base of his shaft to the head or I
run my tongue all around the tip. He has precum
dripping out, and I rub it along my lips, licking
it off. As I pulled away Shane's hand grabs the
back of my head and shoves my mouth onto his cock.
I gladly take it in, sliding it in and out.
His hand clenches and I feel a sting as he
pulls my hair. He pulls my head down hard on
his cock. I pull back and cough, looking up at him.
His cock was further in my throat than any man
I had sucked before. He is shaking his head.
Speaker 4: He don't get the stop until my dick is so
far down your throat, your lips stop here.
Speaker 3: He presses a finger against the spot right above the
base of his cock. Before I can tell my cant
deep throat, he holds my head and shoves his dick
forward into my mouth. He brings his other hand down
and grasps from my head in both hands, thrusting his
hips forward, fucking my mouth. I relax and give in.
I've never had sex with a man so passionate about
possessing my body. I don't care what happens. I want
him to fuck me every way he wants. The thought
makes me even hotter, and as Shane fucks my mouth,
I stroke my clit. I start to come. As Shane
shoves his cock so far in my mouth, but I
feel it go down my throat. My orgasm explodes through
my body as my lips touch Shane's skin at the
base of his cock. He lets go and I fall back,
spit in precombs dripping down my chin As I pant,
the waves of orgasm slowly subsiding. I look up at him. God,
that was amazing. I grab my blouse and wipe my
face on it.
Speaker 4: We're not done.
Speaker 3: He reaches down and I take his hand. He pulls
me up and takes my head in his hands again,
pulling me in for a deep kiss. Our tongues dance
and I don't want it to stop. As we kiss,
his hands drop down and slide under my skirt, pushing
it down. I reach it down and help. My skirt
falls on the floor, and then Shane's hand is down
the front of my panties.
Speaker 4: You are so wet.
Speaker 3: He slides his magic finger inside my pussy, with his
palm against my clit. He slides his finger in and out.
Oh my God, don't stop. He stops. I open my
eyes and he has brought his finger up to his mouth.
He is sucking on it while he looks at me.
I was going to fuck you right now, but you
tastes so good. I have a better idea. He reaches
out and his hands are under my arms. He lifts
me up and slides me onto my desk. My blotter
slides back, and I drop my hands down on the
desktop to catch my balance. As I turned back to Shane,
his hands are already pulling my panties down my legs.
He slides them off, drops them on the floor, and
then leans forward, one hand on each of my legs,
which he is supporting as he spreads them. He leaves
a trail of kisses down the inside of my right thigh,
and I gasp as he ends with his tongue flicking
up and down on my clit. His tongue slides up
and down the lips of my pussy. It is magical
as he slides it inside me and then runs it
up down length of my pussy. He sucks on my lips.
He kisses my clit and then gently sucks on it.
She slides two fingers into my pussy and I'm in heaven.
Another orgasm is building. I've never had a man so
great at orl Before I start to moan, I reach
down with my hand and hold his head down against
my clit. I need him to just keep doing what
he's doing. Oh my God, don't stop, Please, don't stop.
He stops. I can't believe the frenzy of orgasmic energy
that has built up inside me. He's bringing me closer
and closer and unstopping. Please, I'm begging. I don't care.
I need his tongue against my clit. He stands up
and puts his hands on my hips again. He tugs
me forward and I slide off the desk and stand
in front of him. I look at him, not sure
what he is doing. I reach down and take his
cock in my hand. It is still rock hard. I
start to stroke it, but he grabs my wrist and
pulls my hand away. Before I can say anything, he
pulls my arm and spins me around. I'm facing my
desk and Shane is pressing against me. I can feel
his hard cock against the back of my thigh. His
hand is pushing against the back of my head. I
throw my hands forward as he shoves me face down
my blotder. I'm bent over my desk, a palm in
the center of my back holding me down. I feel
fingers brush against my ass, and then Shane's hard cock
sliding up and down along my pussy. Oh yes, I think,
as I feel it's hard and to start to press
into me. I spread my legs a little further and
Shane thrusts forward. His gorgeous cock fills me completely. He
slides back, leaving the head of his cock resting against
my pussy lips. I push back against him. I kneed
him inside me. I need him to fuck me. And
then he does, and I shudder as his cock thrusts
deep inside me. He holds it there and the feeling
is delicious. His thighs against the back of my legs.
He lets go of my back and places his hands
on my hips. I leave my head on my desk,
my eyes closed as I just enjoy the feeling of
him thrusting in and out.
Speaker 4: You have the most amazing ass.
Speaker 3: He increases the pace and thrusts in and out. I've
been so close to orgasm before, but it takes no
time at all before I feel the rising heat between
my legs, mirroring the heat from Shane's cock pounding me
so hard. He grips my hips and pushes deep inside me.
Holding it. It brings me so close that I start
to moan. God, Shane, fuck me hard. I want to
come on my desk.
Speaker 1: Fuck me.
Speaker 3: He thrusts fast and deep and hot, and moments later,
my orgasm hits me from deep inside my pussy. I
moan and my legs go weak as Shane continues to thrust.
As I orgasm, I almost can't stand it, and I'm
sure that if I wasn't bent over my desk, I
would have collapsed to the floor. I feel Shane's fingers
dig into my hips as he starts to moan.
Speaker 1: His thrusting gets faster.
Speaker 4: God, I'm coming.
Speaker 3: He pushes deep inside me and holds it. I can
feel his muscles tense and relaxes. His body is pressed
against my legs and ass I push up from the desk,
Shane's cock still inside me. I reach back and put
my arm around his head, turning to look at him
over my shoulder. He meets my lips with his own
and we kiss. He backs up, his cock slides out,
and I'm a little sad. I badly want to kiss him,
but I also want to have the feeling of his
cock inside me to last forever. Turning around. I look
Shane in the eyes and the smirk is gone. He
looks full of happiness and affection. I throw myself at
him and we kiss deeply. It's a long kiss, playful
and yet passionate. Shane pulls away and smiles.
Speaker 4: I have to get back to work.
Speaker 3: That was amazing. He smiles and nods, but doesn't reply.
His attitude after he just took me and fucked me
every which way is perfect. He's the kind of guy
that would just tossed me against the wall and fuck
me until I moan, and then afterward hold me in
his arms. Then he gets back to work. He has
pulled on his underwear and jeans. I grab my blouse
and notice that Shane's cums dripped on it. It is
a lost cause, so I use it to wipe the
rest of the cum dripping down my legs and from
my pussy. I'm sure I have a coat or something
in a closet, but Shane notices.
Speaker 4: Hold on.
Speaker 3: He snaps the button at the top of his jeans
and then briskly walks across the room and out the
front door. I slip on my panties and skirt while
I wait. He returns a minute or two later and
hands me his dress shirt. I hold it up against
my nose and breathe in. It is clean, but wrinkled
and smells like Shane.
Speaker 4: I was so hot I took it off.
Speaker 1: Thank you.
Speaker 3: I lean forward and kiss him on the lips. He
doesn't pull back, but leans in. We are sharing not
a passionate kiss, but one of two people that care
enough for each other to shit a clothing. I pulled
back and he looks disappointed. He touches me on the
cheek and we kiss again. I love that he loves
kissing me. We separate. I'd put on the shirt, not
bothering with the braw The shirt is too small for
my busty chest, and I'm close to bursting out. Shane
clearly loves. If it weren't after hours, I'd be in
big trouble.
Speaker 4: Yeah, the CEO may have to discipline you. I hear.
Speaker 3: She's a real bitch, coming from anyone else. I would
have been angry, but instead I laugh. Nah, she may
seem tough, but she's soft on the inside.
Speaker 4: Oh, I know that.
Speaker 3: He kisses me again, quick and hard, another glimpse of
the passion. He then turns and walks toward the door.
Speaker 4: I'll see you tomorrow night, Helen.
Speaker 3: The door closed behind him, and I don't know what
to do. It was one of the single most erotic
and thrilling nights of my life. No, who am I kidding?
It was the most erotic night I'd ever experienced. By
having this go further would jeopardize my career, and I
can't get over that it was somehow more than just
a one night stand, just a hot fuck with me
bent over a desk. There was that kiss after he
gave me his shirt. It was different, affectionate, connected, like
the first spark of a different kind of fire. When
I arrive home, I'm unable to sleep, but I'm not
sure if it's because I'm wired from the unbelievable fuck
I just experienced, or the idea of there being more
than just the fuck, or being stressed out about my
job in the line I crossed, probably all of those things.
The next morning, I thankfully have wal to wall meetings,
which takes my mind off Shane. When I finally come
up for air at noon, I can't help myself and
dig into the employee directory and look him up again.
Speaker 1: If I'm honest with myself.
Speaker 3: I'm really only doing it because I want to see
his face, even if it's just a generic employee photo.
To my shock, Shane isn't in the directory. I immediately
call Esther in building Maintenance. I can tell she's petrified
to hear from me.
Speaker 1: What is it, miss Magnuson? Is there a problem?
Speaker 3: What happened to that janitor, Shane, the one that cleaned
my office?
Speaker 1: Shane? Did he do something wrong?
Speaker 3: Not at all. He did a good job. I just
wanted to compliment him on his work. To you, I
curse myself. The excuse for asking about Shane sounds so
unrealistic and stupid. A janitor emptying waste baskets gets a
compliment from the bitch on four six.
Speaker 5: Oh that's nice. But unfortunately he quit this morning. I'm
sorry we lost a good worker. I'm not sure what happened.
I'll make sure we work on our retention with the
next one.
Speaker 3: I calmed the poor woman down, but I also need
to calm myself down. Did Shane free God over my
crossing a line? But I never see him again. As
Esther says goodbye, I decide to calm myself like I
always do, throwing myself into my work and catching up
on my pile of unread morning email, and there it
is an email from Shane with the helpful great text
that indicates his account as no longer active. The message
is charmingly short and blunt.
Speaker 4: Hi, I quit, I'll pick you up outside at eight pm.
Look for the red charger. I don't have any specific
plans for the night, but you seem to be pretty
good at improvising s.
Speaker 3: I'm smiling so much my cheeks start to hurt. He
signed it S instead of Shane, which I already know
is such a shamed thing to do. And he drives
a red charger, because of course he does. I delete
the email and try to focus on the rest of
my workday, which presumably is now going to end at
eight instead of midnight. I run my hand along the
edge of my desk, my mind running through what Shane
has in mind for later. I wonder how many women
he's fucked in his charger. One thing is certain, I
know that I'm going to be the next one.
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