XXX - 136 Office Slave by J. W. McKenna Page A

sticking up, hard and ready. “Oh, what a wonderful cock,” she said, trying to make him feel more confident.
    "You really think so?"
    "Oh, yes. It's just the right size."
    He carefully spread himself over her. She could feel the head of his cock tickling her labia. He leaned in to kiss her and she accepted it gratefully. His breath was sweet, not sour like so many of the men she'd fucked lately. Their tongues intertwined. She felt his cock rubbing up against her. She spread her legs farther apart to make it easy for him.
    At first, he didn't seem to be able to find the right passage, so El reached down and helped him along. His cock slipped in. She could hardly feel it, except when it rose up and stroked her g-spot. She shifted her position so he would stroke it often as he moved.
    Sam didn't last long. He was so excited by his first fuck that he quickly spasmed inside her. She could feel their fluids leak out around his softening cock. She feigned a climax so he wouldn't feel inadequate.
    "Oh, Sam, that was wonderful!” she gushed. “You're a good lover."
    He seemed thrilled. “Can we do it again?” Already his cock was started to regenerate. El couldn't believe it. Ah, youth!
    "Um, no, I've got to get back. As it is, I won't have time to eat the nice lunch you made. But I'm sure I'll come back for a visit again."
    That seemed to satisfy him. He got up and tucked his wet penis into his pants. She waited while he moved the sack of potatoes, then walked out to see Frankie standing there, a frown on his face.
    "Hey, when do I get my turn?"
    She walked up to him and placed a soft hand against his cheek. “Soon, Frankie. It's just that Sam really turned me on and I couldn't help myself. Your turn will come."
    Frankie was speechless.No doubt his estimation of his nerdy co-worker rose considerably. She dressed, picked up the sack of food, winked at them, and left. She had checked the time and knew she had less than ten minutes to get back before Hank was supposed to show. Though she hated the thought of him, she didn't want to be late.That would only cause more punishments.
    She hurried back as fast as she could, but her sandals were not made for walking quickly. In her office, she dropped her uneaten lunch off at her desk and checked the time. Five after two. Dammit! She went into Jack's office and spotted Hank standing there, looking around the empty room. He was a big, barrel-chested man, with a thinning shock of white hair and bandy legs.
    "Oh, there you are. You're late. I was beginning to think you stood me up,” he said in a loud, angry voice. “Okay, let's get busy. I know what you are and you know what I want. Strip off those fuckin’ clothes and let's get busy."
    El couldn't help but contrast the gentle loving of Sam from this profane jerk. Still, she had a job to do. Sighing to herself, she stripped off her clothes for the umpteenth time that day. “Where do you want me?"
    "On the couch, bitch. Up on your hands and knees."
    "Would you wear a condom, please? They're in the top drawer."
    Hank sneered. “From the way I hear it, you'll fuck anything that moves, so what do you care about condoms?"
    "Jack asked that everyone wear condoms,” she insisted. “If he hears you refused, he'll be upset."
    Hank laughed as he unbuckled his pants. “Honey, I'm retiring in three days. Tell Jack he can kiss my grits.” His hard cock sprung free.
    Before she could protest further, Hank had grabbed her around the waist. She felt his hard cock bump up against her ass. She realized she could hardly protest—she'd just fucked a deli worker without a condom. Still, she didn't like to lose control like this.
    She tried to resist him, but he was far too strong. His cock found its target and thrust inside her in one stroke. Once he was inside, she gave up struggling and let him have his way. It helped that she was already slippery with Sam's seed, mixed with her own lubrication. Hank, the blockhead, never noticed he was having