After Work Hours

A frail hand reached out to help up Riuji who was sitting on the ground. "You must be Mrs. Nakama." I was shocked to hear my last name spoken from a mere stranger. She was dressed like a classy flight attendent. A skin tight blue skirt seemed to hug her legs together, while her blouse was so loose I thought that those big mounds of hers would come flying right out. "My name is Karen McCallister. Pleasure to meet you." As she helped me up, I could see a few other formally dressed men and women get out of some really nice sports cars. Ferrari la Fer

-KNOCK KNOCK-Both of our heads turned slowly to look at the door of the office. Ken sighed."They can't get in. The door--""The door's unlocked."I interrupted him frantically and stared into his eyes full of worry. Only then did his face begin to morph into one of that reflecting the true meaning of his actions."Quickly, hide under my desk."In probably the fastest maneuver ever, I slid under the table. My heart was frantically pounding out of my chest, and I could feel it creeping up in my throat. Ken was cleaning up the top of the table when I heard the door knob turn and the door creak open."Hello, Mr. Johan. Is

Hours went by like seconds, and days went by faster than the blink of an eye. After our scandal act, we put up the facade that showed we meant business. The rumors began to stop spreading around the offices, and we began to have our peace once more— not that we could let up any better. After cleaning up the mess we had made during the office hours, Johan sent me an email containing a message marked "PRIVATE: READ AT HOME." When I got home I opened the folder which contained a long message and I began to read my way through it. "Dear Mrs. Riuji Nakama. I understand that you and I have had two above- grade contacts since we met, and on first place I humbly apologize for the unprofessionalism. Secondly, I wish to congratulate you into your ne

My head felt dizzy, and I wanted to throw up. I looked around, everything in a complete blur. Next to me, the sheets were empty and crinkled. Looking at the nightstand, I found a small note and picked it up to read it. "Dear Riuji Nakama. It is my deepest condolences that you had to go through with the drunk 'me.' I certainly hope one day we can clear this up. Your new office has been moved to Room 1139, which is across the hall from my office. I will tell you the rest in person." I dropped the note and sighed. There was no way for me and him to work at all. In fact, it had no chance-- he was my boss, not my lover. And I knew that what he said was true, I just never wanted to feel that pain again. I clutched my chest, remembering my past. After

I looked up to see Lucas squirming in excitement, his ears bright red from embarrassment. Brandon came over to help me get more in the mood while I worked down on Lucas, and this in turn, got Lucas more excited. Brandon started with unbuttoning my jacket slowly and pulling my breasts above the shirt line to let them hang. As he did this, I already had Lucas' cock in my mouth, my saliva increasing exponentially by the second. Starting at the base of his dick, I wrapped my tongue around the girth and slid my face up sideways to the tip. I never quite reached it, I just kept teasing him by barley getting to the tip of his cock while stimulating his frenulum. "Stick out your ass." Brandon had moved behind me now and pulled out his massive cock, rubb