This was requested by an acquaintance who always fantasised about catching her two hot workmates fucking. They're real people based off the descriptions given, but all names have been changed and details left intentionally vague to prevent anybody from being identified. The scenario requested included rough sex, lots of filthy, over-the-top dirty talk, and a specific tone for the ending. Needless to say, the events of this story are absolute fiction.
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"Dammit, my phone!" Molly checks her pockets, empties out her purse onto the front seat of her car and double-checks the glove tray, but to no avail. It's nearly quarter to six, and she's already running late for another engagement. She was supposed to finish work at five, but when the boss says stay, you stay.
At least Sharon was nice about it
, Molly thinks a little ruefully.
Sighing, she clambers out of her car and trots back towards the office. Surely the phone is just sitting on her desk - and hopefully Sharon won't have gone home yet, so the door will still be unlocked.
Unlocked and wide open, indeed; Molly quickly ascends the staircase to her third-floor office and makes a beeline for her desk. The workspace takes on a somewhat ethereal quality with the harsh fluorescent lights off, a sort of foreboding gloom hanging over the workstations that always look so harsh under the bright light of the workday. Now, the only illumination is the cloudy orange light of evening, filtering feebly in through a bank of windows on the far side of the office. Over by Molly's desk, the light is weak, and she fumbles around on her desk for her cellphone. Finding it, she swiftly stuffs it in her purse and turns to leave.
Just as she's about to exit the same way she came in, however, a strange noise reaches Molly's ears. She pauses, cocking her head curiously to determine the source of the sound. It comes again, clearer this time. That's definitely her boss Sharon's voice, but... is she
giggling
? Tiptoeing carefully, Molly follows the noise towards Sharon's office, where a barely cracked-open door spills harsh electric light out into the corridor.
"Mhm," Sharon is saying, her voice playful as a strange sort of rustling sound cuts across the silence. It almost sounds like clothing being removed, but surely that couldn't be...
"Oh, baby. You know I love that bra on you."
A man's voice! Molly claps a hand over her mouth as she freezes in place, just feet outside Sharon's office. Wait, hold on. There's so much going on right here. Her head is whirling, the office seems to be spinning in the opposite direction. She closes her eyes and shakes her head, focusing.
She has to see.
As quietly as she can, Molly drops to her knees - feeling patently ridiculous but also incredibly curious - and crawls the last couple of feet to the door, approaching it from the side so that there's no chance of her being seen.
"I know you do," Sharon says as Molly summons up the courage to peek around the door frame. She's leaning against her desk, her slender build mostly obscured by the tall man embracing her, his back to the door. "I bet you'd like it more on the floor, though, wouldn't you?" she teases, drawing close to his ear and dropping her voice to a sultry whisper.
The blond man groans in agreement, his hands moving all over Sharon's body. "I'd love that," he says, a visible shiver running down his spine.
Molly's eyes grow wide as she recognises his voice and build. It's Steve! The so-called 'new guy' on the team - even though he's been working here for about a year already. Tall and broad-shouldered, he draws admiring glances everywhere he goes. Even, apparently, from his boss.
Wait, Sharon is married! She has kids, for Christ's sake!
And here she is, secretly making out with one of her employees. For that matter, wasn't Steve married too? Molly's not sure, but she knows he's seeing someone and has a kid of his own.
Her heart pounds as she watches them, unable to tear herself away. From her vantage point near the ground, there's not much she can see other than Steve's back, but she can hear everything.
"Want me to take it off now?" Sharon suggests, her tone bold and flirtatious.
"Nah," Steve says. "Much as I want you to, I'd rather rip it off myself later."
"Ooh, tiger!" Sharon giggles, pressing herself into him for a quick kiss, lips smacking and breath rushing as she laces her arms around his neck. "Shall we move, then? I know you like bending me over my desk, but..." She leaves the sentence unfinished, an unspoken promise hanging in the air.
Steve chuckles in turn, then reaches down and clasps Sharon around her firm, jiggly ass, causing her to gasp in girlish surprise as he hefts her into his arms. Skirt riding up, she wraps her stockinged legs around his back, hooking her ankles together to stay in place as Steve continues to kiss her. "Let's go, then," he says in between kisses, turning to walk the two of them towards the door.
Realising what's going to happen, Molly panics, practically flinging herself away from the office door as Steve strides towards it.
Shit! A place to hide.
She looks around desperately, quickly settling on the door to the conference room across the hallway. It's close enough that she manages to dive across the hall, push the still-ajar door open and rush inside before Steve and Sharon exit the office. As a matter of fact, they seem to pause before leaving, giving Molly time to squeeze the door shut, praying that the *click* is inaudible.
She pauses for breath, taking deep gasps and running a hand through her sweaty hair. Her reprieve is short-lived, however, as the doorknob begins to rattle. "Aw, it's locked." Steve's voice.
"Let's just go to the staffroom, then," Sharon purrs.
"I wanted to fuck you on the table in here," Steve says, sounding a little put out. "We did it in the staffroom last Friday."
Sharon giggles again, that strange, playful tone in her voice that Molly hadn't heard before coming to the fore once again. "Okay, tiger. I have the key in my office, put me down a sec."
Molly feels as if she could just scream with frustration and fear right now, though she knows that would be a bad idea.
Leave me alone and go screw somewhere else!
she wants to say, but for now all she can do is desperately look around for another hiding place. A floor-to-ceiling filing cabinet, that will do. It used to have spare uniforms in it for the custodial staff, but they got their own locker room in September, so it should still be empty... right? She wrenches it open, wincing at the metallic clang.
Thankfully, it's only been used to dump some paper documents. No shelves were reinstalled, so Molly quickly slips inside, shutting the door behind her just as the door to the corridor clicks open and Sharon leads Steve inside. The cabinet is not the most comfortable place to be standing, but Molly quickly realises that she has a perfect view through the wide slits in the door as Sharon - her blouse unbuttoned and askew - draws Steve in close for another kiss, sitting back on the oval conference table as he pushes eagerly forward. Her hair is falling out of its usual updo, framing her pretty face with loose, dark brown strands. Through the wide-open front of her blouse, Molly can see a lacy powder-blue bra, a splash of colour against her creamy skin.
"So," Sharon says, pushing Steve back with one nimble finger. "You wanted to fuck me on this table, huh?"
"Yeah," Steve admits, letting his hands roam across her thighs as she keeps him at arm's length. "Something about doing it where all the important business stuff happens... kinda turns me on."
Sharon grabs his checkered tie and pulls him closer, staring mischievously into his eyes. "Is that all you were thinking about during the PD meeting yesterday?"
Steve looks a tad embarrassed, but he nods, owning it. "I couldn't stop fantasising about you," he says. "I wanted to rip your clothes off and fuck you right then and there."
"In front of everybody else in the department?" Sharon's voice is dry and a touch sarcastic.
"I said I wanted to," Steve says with a shrug. "Didn't say I was going to. But today..." He reaches out with a grin towards Sharon's buttons, but she stops him with a look.
"Easy, tiger. We'll get there soon enough," she cooes, slowly unpicking the knot of his tie and sliding it out from under his collar.
Molly's eyes widen as Sharon unbuttons Steve's work shirt. She was always impressed with Steve's physique when she saw him around the office, but the real thing is something else. While he isn't exactly rippling with bulging muscles, Steve clearly takes good care of himself. Molly watches, her mouth dry, as Sharon traces a finger over her lover's well-defined pecs before continuing to unbutton the shirt.
When she reaches the last button, Steve starts to shrug the shirt off, but Sharon stops him again. "Keep it," she says. "You know I like it this way."
Steve chuckles as he adjusts the garment so it doesn't fall off his shoulders. "You and your clothes thing."
"I do not have a 'clothes thing', thank you very much!" Sharon snaps, but her eyes are playful. "I just happen to think it makes it much more... exciting. Really makes it feel like we're doing something naughty."
"Well, we kind of are," Steve says, causing Molly to quietly nod in frantic agreement.
No shit!
"I wouldn't have it any other way, though."
"Oh, I know you wouldn't," Sharon says, still running her hands gently up and down his torso. "God, your body is amazing."
