This is a true story, and it was fun!
I was in my early 40s, working as a Regional Safety Manager for a large trucking company. We leased on owner operators, and it was my job to qualify, or disqualify, the Recruits that our lovely, but shady, ladies in our recruiting department would bring in. Which, caused a lot of conflict between the Safety Department and the Recruiting Department.
These sweet talking women would practically have phone sex with some of the guys to convince them to lease their trucks on with us. I was brought in as part of a new team to improve the company's terrible safety rating, and the biggest problem I found was that the recruiting department bringing in drivers that did not meet our qualification requirements. They would have the drivers lie about things, especially criminal records and drug use. There seemed to be one recruiter, in particular, that was bringing in most of the bad seed.
Stacy looked like a hot 30 something soccer Mom, long reddish hair, curly and wild looking, usually pulled back in a ponytail. She was fun to look at, bright white smile, flirty eyes, always wore glasses. She rocked the librarian look, and she was as sharp as a tack. She always wore sun dresses in the summer, and had beautiful tan legs. Her body looked very athletic, she had a shapely ass. Her tits looked perfect, especially when she was leaning over my desk going over paperwork with me. I loved looking down the front of her dress, and looking at her lacy bra encased boobs. They had some sexy little freckles and her nipples were usually hard. She caught me checking her out many times, and would wink and smile. She enjoyed teasing all the men.
Stacy and I hated each other. In her defense, we were destined to be enemies because of the way the company was structured, it made the recruiting and safety departments into adversaries. Our private offices were across the main outer office from each other, and there were many closed door meetings in both of our offices that resulted in heated arguments. cussing, door slamming, name calling. We had some very heated battles that ended with slamming doors and long periods of her not talking to me. Which I didn't mind one bit. Then she would do things like wear a new dress that showed a lot of leg, and come into my office and show me, saying "I wore this for you!" She would spin around and strike some poses, laughing. I would just say something like "Nice." and act as disinterested as I could. She was a little vixen for sure.
I got along great with most of the other recruiters, and Stacy and I could socialize together also. I met her husband and kids on several occasions, and she met my wife and kids as well. and Stacy seemed to be a sweet midwestern housewife with a career. At work she was a shady, lying bitch that was not to be trusted. She was the top recruiter in our office, and the other recruiters did not like her at all. She would stab anyone in the back to sink her claws into a new recruit for the commission.
One Saturday morning I went into the office to try and catch up on some paperwork. I did that occasionally, because no one was in the office on Saturday, and I could get a lot done without being constantly interrupted by drivers, recruiters, the operations staff. I was surprised to see Stacy's car when I pulled in, I was sure she was trying to get some work done without interruptions also. I stuck my head in her office and said hi, we chatted for a minute, she looked stunning, a short little strappy sun dress, her tan legs were crossed, and she had a stack of papers on her lap that she was going through. The freckles on her shoulders, the pulled back, wild hair, her glasses riding down her nose. And that big bright smile. She looked like something I would love to eat for breakfast.
I walked across the big outer office to my own office and sat down. I opened my email and started replying to the dozens of emails I had been ignoring all week. Stacy came over to my office to ask me a question about one of the recruits that we were working on. She was standing in the doorway to my office, her arm was up and she was leaning against the doorframe talking to me. I tried not being obvious, but she must have seen my eyes scanning up and down her sexy body. She gave me those flirty eyes and a big smile and said, "What would you say if I told you that I wore this dress because I knew you would be coming in this morning?" She grabbed the hem of her skirt and pulled it a little further up her thigh, sticking her knee out towards me.
I laughed, and looked her right in the eye and said "I could make you cum with one finger!" It didn't even phase her, she replied with, "Well here I am, how come I am not cumming then?" She pulled her skirt up a little further , I even saw a flash of the crotch of her peach colored panties.
I stood up and walked over to where she was standing by the door, we were the only people in the building and it was very unlikely anyone else would show up. I was standing in front of her now looking at her and she was backed up against the door, her eyes were wide with anticipation. She thought that since I was always so laid back and professional, that I wouldn't call her bluff. My cock was rock hard and throbbing now. I could smell her, her freshly shampooed hair and her Victoria's Secret perfume, all of it was fueling my sexual rage for this smoking hot little bitch of a woman.
I gently grabbed her face with my hand, holding her by her chin and cheeks, and softly, yet very deliberately, I slid my hand down until it was around her throat and I pinned her against the door. I put my other hand under her skirt and shoved it in her panties. She gasped as my finger found her wet slit. Her legs parted involuntarily as she clutched my wrist below the hand holding her by the throat. I was running my finger up and down her slit, dipping the tip into her wet cunt and then rubbing it all over her hard clit. Her pussy was freshly shaven, and the sweet smell of her wetness permeated the air.
I pushed my finger into her tight wet hole very slowly. She was trembling now, as I curled my finger and scraped the tip over her g-spot. She spread her legs, lowering her cunt onto my finger. I was moving my hand up and down, picking up speed. She was gasping as I continued my assault on her most sensitive spot. I could tell she wouldn't last long, My finger fucking her pussy sounded brutal, the wet sloppy sound of it splashing in her juices drowned out her little gasps and moans, as I fucked her cunt hard. She cried out and it appeared she could hardly stand it as he pussy gripped my finger, and her cum came gushing out. She squirted all over her panties, and it was running down her thighs. "You were saying?" I said with a devilish grin.
