1. The Businessman - Part 2


    Date: 11/4/2014, Categories: Office Sex, Author: spectreofhell, Rating: 6, Source: LushStories

    it right this time," she said. She halted in front of his desk and held out the paper. He was grateful she couldn't see the tent in his pants through the desk. "Good work, Sandy," he said, taking the sheet. "You haven't even looked at it," she said with a gentle laugh. How could she be so relaxed around him? He had forced her to let him eat her pussy. He'd had every intention of fucking her that day before he chickened out. Yet she didn't seem to harbor any ill feelings whatsoever. Smiling at her friendliness, he glanced over the paper she'd handed him. He found three typos in as many seconds. "Better," he said. "But, ah... sometimes you use the wrong word. Like here you typed 'bare' instead of 'bear.' One means to carry, the other means naked." "Huh?" she said, confused. She crossed around behind his desk before he thought to say anything to dissuade her. He turned so that he could show her the paper. She leaned slightly into him, bending at the waist, eyebrows furrowing in concentration. He was acutely aware of the scent of her, like roses. The warmth of her radiated through her dress and his shirt right down to his bones. She was soft, pliable, a tiny little beauty next to him. It was horniness that made him think she was beautiful, he told himself. If he thought she was ugly, he wouldn't want her, so he tried to focus on what was unattractive about her. But at the moment, nothing was coming to mind. "I see what you mean," she said, straightening but not pulling away. ...
    "It's kinda funny. 'Bare in mind,' like I typed, sounds like I'm saying think about me naked!" She laughed, but it died quickly as she saw the look on his face. She blushed. "Sandy, we should talk," he said, the words spilling out. "About... about last week. What happened." "You want to do it again?" she asked. His instinct was denial, but there was something unexpected in her voice. Not dread, not resentment or anger... it was hope. Yearning. For the first time he realized that what he'd done to her might not have been wholly unappreciated. "Yes," he said. The word just jumped from his lips. She trembled slightly against him. "I'll go lock the door," she said quietly. The pressure of her body on his arm eased as she pulled away. He watched her walk into the other room slowly, thinking that her speed was an indicator of reticence. She locked the door, however, and pulled the blinds, too, and then returned to him, crossing around behind his desk once more. There was no fear on her face. She really was eager. Barriers fell away in his mind. If this was something she wanted, then he wasn't being a monster at all. It was okay. It was right. He slid to the edge of his seat and reached for her, laying his hands on her hips. She put her hands on his arms lightly and caressed him encouragingly. He pulled her closer, the outside world fading into a dream as his universe filled with her presence alone. His face pressed into her soft, protruding belly and he inhaled her aroma deeply. One of ...
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