Never drink two glasses of Absinthe and then stay up all night when you have to go to your office assistant job in the morning. Jane couldn't sleep because she'd been up all night masturbating, an unexpected side affect of the foreign liquor she'd decided to try on a whim.
Now she was sitting at a desk in an office floor full of people, silly from lack of sleep and still horny. Nine times she'd gotten off last night and she was still feeling the need. She was getting desperate. She couldn't sleep until the need was met and she was starting to suspect it wouldn't go away until she had been well and truly fucked.
She'd been wet for so long her pussy felt like pruned skin after a hot bath. She ached in strange places from her strenuous night, like the back of her calves and the length of her fingers. Her bottom lip was numb.
The situation was hopeless. She didn't have a significant other or even any insignificant ones. She was so desperate she'd started eyeing up her co-workers. They all seemed calm, busy, smiling. She wished rectal cancer on each and every one of them. And it's possible she would have told them so, but then Jane saw Bruce walking down the hall; a semi-big boss in management with his own office and enough money for designer ties.
Something in the turn of his mouth, the slight heave in his breath, the delicacy of his steps resonated in her as a kindred spirit in need of a good pipe cleaning. Bruce even had a well-earned and highly rated reputation with the ladies. She'd gladly go proposition him right now if it weren't for one thing.
At last years office Christmas party had shocked everyone by turning up with a hot young boyfriend on his arm. Past lovers denied it, he'd obviously been enjoying it way too much to secretly be playing for the other team the entire time. Jane simply concluded he swung both ways. Whatever the truth it was obvious Bruce had firmly swung towards Davey.
Davey was always coming into the office to meet Bruce for lunch and last time she was in his office, Jane saw a framed picture of the two looking adoringly at each other on Bruce's desk. Bruce had always seemed nothing less than completely satisfied with his young lover. Until now. Maybe something had happened. They had had a fight or were on a break. Jane's lust clouded her mind and before she knew it she was on her feet walking towards the door that Bruce had just entered, his office. He wouldn't usually say yes but then she wouldn't usually ask. This wasn't even a usual situation it was an emergency.
Jane opened to the door of the large, spacious office. Shuttered windows along the back wall and a large heavy looking desk taking up the space at the center of the room. Bruce was sitting at the desk, head bent, leaning his elbows on it as he ran his large fingers through his short dark hair. His jacket was off and with sleeves pushed up he appeared the very epitome of frustration.
Jane locked the door, pulled out her shirt and started unbuttoning it as she walked towards him. He didn't even notice until she rolled his chair back and hiking up her flowing skirt a little, perched on the end of his desk in front of him.
"Jane, wha--?" She grabbed his hand and placed it firmly on her breast, feeling his fingertips through the thin material of her bra.
"Don't say you haven't missed this." She said. Rolling his hand over her breast and moving the other under her skirt to rub against her damp underwear.
"Full breasts, a hot tight pussy squeezing you in deeper. Hotter. Harder." She started to twitch and roll under his hands.
So far his expression from shocked to curious to longing. His mouth going first dry then rushing with saliva. His hands started to move on their own, quickly taking her tit into a firm grasp, leaning her back he removed his other hand from her panties to sweep everything out from under her as he lay her down on the desk.
The hand quickly returned to pull her underwear of her hips and down her slowly widening legs. The other hand was pulling the cloth of her bra away to expose her breast but quickly joined the other in the task of removing her nickers. He was frantic now fumbling his pants down, he pulled open a drawer and fumbled through it with shaking hands, growling when he couldn't find what he needed.
"It's okay, I'm on the pill." She'd barely finished the words before his warm, hard cock was poking its way into her. Hard little jabs, further in with each dart inside. Bruce's pants were around his ankles, Jane could just see his hard butt muscles clenching up with each push. His face was scrunched up tight and Jane leaned up to hear what he was whispering.
"Need this. Oh, so long. So good! Oh, fuck yeah baby, take it!" Suddenly his jabs became harder, pushing his cock all the way inside her over and over again until she could feel his balls bouncing against her ass. He pinned down Jane's arms and her legs reflexively moved higher and further apart.
"Oh yeah, fuck me. Oh, fuck it into me! Yes your big dick is inside me, fuck me, oh fuck me so hard."
"You're a little bitch, yeah. Whore wants some dick?"
"Yes." She whined. His cock driving her into the desk. Thrust! Thrust! Thrust! Thrust!
"Your pussy feels good with my dick in it?" Jane squeezed and moaned out her answer.
"Yes! Your hard, fat cock was made to fuck me!"
"Maybe." A different voice said. "But his ass was made to be fucked by me."
Neither of them had noticed Davey use his key to unlocking the door, looking in, entering or re-locking the door behind him. They managed to stop moving, Bruce still buried balls deep inside Jane who was spread like a whore across the desk.
