Alex's office was very normal, or, as some might say, boring. She worked as a "public relations officer" (read: receptionist) in a small town. There was nothing particularly interesting about her town, and there was nothing particularly interesting about her job. Come to think of it, was there anything interesting about her? No, don't go down that rabbit hole, she thought to herself. She spent most of her days in idle thought, waiting for the phone to ring or for someone to give her a memo, just for something, anything, to happen. It was always a danger in this line of work: existential dread. It was quite depressing really. She worked in a digital maintenance company, but had no interest in computers whatsoever. She only took the job because, shockingly, running a pompom-based arts and crafts online shop from your living room doesn't really pay the bills.
Greg shifted angles slightly so he could penetrate her deeper. It felt quite nice, but Alex was so desensitised to it by now, after all, she was a 24-year-old woman who had worked in a male-dominated industry for 3 years, she was fucked most hours of the day. She got on with Greg quite well, he was one of those men who seemed to have no discernible age. He could've been 35 or 50, and neither would have shocked her. He had been the marketing director for at least the 3 years Alex had been around, and he always offered to buy the first round whenever they went for office drinks. The girls all liked him because he always helped them to get cleaned up after he fucked them, unlike some of the other higher ups, who seemed to think it wasn't worth their time.
Come to think of it, Alex pondered, Greg had been fucking her a lot more frequently than usual recently. That usually suggested trouble at home. Alex liked his wife, she was really fun at the office parties, and was the only person to match her for wine consumption. She hoped they were just having a dry patch or something, she would hate to see them have a fall out. Greg increased the pace, pounding her from behind with great speed and grunting gutturally. Alex lent on her elbows for some extra support.
"Hi, I've got a parcel for Mr Andrew Crackley." Alex looked up to see the Fedex guy offering her a stylus. She propped herself up on her left hand and took the stylus to sign for the package.
"Thanks Jim, just leave it on my desk would you? Andy's in a meeting right now."
"Yeah, will do, no problem." Jim slid the parcel over to one side and then rested his elbows on the counter. "How was your weekend?"
"Yeah not too bad, went to that new bar in town with one of my old uni mates."
"Lolly's?"
"Yeah that's the one.
"Yeah my missus was telling me about that. How was it?"
"Pretty good, yeah," Alex nodded. Greg switched to slower, deeper, more powerful strokes. "Drinks were nice and the music was decent."
"Apparently they have some really cool gloryholes is that true?"
"Yeah, we - AH!" Alex was briefly interrupted as Greg, who was clearly close to climaxing, grabbed a fist-full of her hair and hooked a finger into her pert asshole. She squirmed on her tiptoes trying to regain her composure as he continued to pummel her. "Yeah," she gasped, "we had a little look but didn't get round to trying many because we got so caught up in conversation, you know how it is when you haven't seen someone in ages. Plus, me and Hannah are an unstoppable force when it comes to chatting. But yeah, they've got some interesting ones. Obvs they have the standard hole in the wall type things, but they have some full fucking ones too so like you just see the bottom half and you can just fuck a disembodied behind. They've got all sort of cool positions and stuff, not just doggy and missionary like in Flourish down the road."
"Really, like what?"
"Can't remember all of them but there's like a piledriver thing which was fun, if a little claustrophobic, but my favourite was the spitroast box. I was in that one for nearly 45 minutes, caused a bit of a queue to be honest."
Greg did one final pump and let out a groan of pleasure as his creamy fluids gushed into Alex's expectant pussy. He stayed there for a second, enjoying that moment of pure bliss, before he extracted his cock. He slapped Alex's ass and squeezed one of her breasts gently to show his appreciation. Jim offered him a wet wipe from the counter to clean up. He took one and nodded in thanks.
"Alright Jim? How's your Monday going?" Greg asked, cleaning off his hands and wiping down Alex's pussy with the wet wipe. He pulled up his pants and trousers and walked round to the other side of the desk as he buckled his belt. Alex readjusted her skirt and stockings and got up from the desk. She went over to fetch her panties which were strewn on the floor.
"Yeah not bad. There was a bit of a mix up with next door's orders, some internal accounts thing I think. All their deliveries have been delayed until tomorrow, so my afternoon is looking pretty sparse. Going to be hell tomorrow but at least I get a slow day today. Actually, Alex, don't bother with those." Jim gestured at the panties Alex had started to go to put back on. "I was going to have quick go too, if that's okay."
"Oh yeah, of course," Alex replied, putting her thong away neatly in her top drawer before it could get flung across the room again. Jim started to walk around the desk, removing his jacket as he went.
"How's the wife, Greg?" Jim asked.
"Yeah, good. We're up to our necks nowadays to be honest with you, what with her mum moving up here and the kids. Barely get a chance to spend much time together these days." Ah that would explain it, Alex thought to herself. Can't get much time in for fucking when there's kids all over the place.
"Yeah, my brother had his second a few weeks ago and he's completely swamped. I don't know how you manage with three!" Jim unbuckled his belt and pulled down his trousers to reveal a long, thick shaft, which was almost ready to go already. Alex knelt down and started to suck, first just the tip, but working her way down his shaft. She felt his length fill her mouth and started to get excited. She fucked the office guys so regularly she was bored of it now, but Jim never usually had the time for a pit stop so this was a rare treat for her.
"The secret is, we don't manage," Greg joked and Jim chuckled. "Anyway can't stick around and chat, I've got to finish my report for my 3 o'clock. Nice to see you though, say hi to the missus for me."
"Yeah will do, see you later," Jim replied as Greg returned to his office. "He's a good egg, Greg, isn't he?"