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