Do you ever go to work and just wish something exciting would happen? Me too. That’s why I bundled here eleven stories of women finally having a good time at their jobs. Here’s a little preview:
My heart skipped a beat. I wanted to run back into the stairwell but it was too late. Mr. Sanderson saw me. I kept my eyes down and tried to just hand him the files and shuffle away, but he made me wait while he finished his conversation.
He sent the other men away and gave me a knowing smile.
“How are you enjoying your time here?” he said.
“It’s a lot of hard work.”
“I’m sure it is. Why don’t you step into my office so we can discuss things?”
I looked around, a trifle nervous. No one was around, so hopefully I wouldn’t be the subject of rumors. I could have always left, but… No, that was never an option.
I followed him into his office, my breath catching when he locked the door behind me. My breath quickened as Drew—Mr. Sanderson—began undoing the buttons of my blouse.
“I never did get a good look at you,” he said. He exposed the tops of my creamy breasts and yanked my bra down to reveal my pert pink nipples. I shivered as he cupped his hand around one and gently squeezed. He bent down to the other and suckled, sending an electric thrill through my body.
“We shouldn’t,” I said. “I’m supposed to be working.”
He stood up straight and yanked me close. “You work for me now.”
He took me over to a sofa up against the wall, pushing me down on it, shoving my skirt up my thighs. A finger slipped underneath my panties and ripped them clean off to expose my hungry pussy.
A soft kiss landed on my inner thigh. His mouth moved closer and closer, the soft touch of his lips on me driving me wild. Then he got to my pussy. He was gentle at first, just a tongue running along the outside and licking up all my excess juices. Then he went in deep, lips on my clit, sucking deeply. I arched my back and let out a moan.
Drew’s tongue danced around my folds, slid in and out, circled my clit. It made me thrash around on the couch, my fingers digging into the soft cushion. An explosion shot through me. But he wasn’t done with me yet.
“You taste like heaven,” he said. I managed a weak smile.
When he stood up straight, there was no way for me to miss the huge bulge in the front of his pants. He took out his cock and I couldn’t believe that something that size had ever fit inside of me. It was throbbing, dribbling pre-cum. I had no idea what I was supposed to do with it.
“I can teach you,” he said, almost as if he could read my thoughts.
It would be so much more fun if this was reality! But I guess we’ll just have to settle for some hot fantasies for now.