Sarah handed the last file to her clerk, Karl, to file. He smiled and turned to the file cabinet. She leaned back in her chair and sighed, glad it was finally over. She worked hard at the prison in her job as a mental health psychologist, and was glad that the prison had allowed her to have a clerk to help her out.
Karl shut the file cabinet drawer and saw his boss lady trying to rub the ache out of her shoulders.
"Let me help you, Mrs. McBride," he said, and put his hands on her shoulders to rub the ache out. "That feels good, Karl," she said. She wished her husband would do that; hell, she wished her husband would fuck her silly. But that wouldn't happen. He never wanted to do anything, and was always tired. Sarah was so horny she could have fucked almost anybody.
She slipped off her jacket and looked down. It was incredibly arousing to see Karl's big black hands on her smooth white shoulders, covered only by the thin straps of her sundress. She would never forget the time she saw him playing basketball in the inmate gym. He'd had his shirt off, and saw the narrow waist and the muscular chest -- and almost couldn't take her eyes off him. He was in fantastic shape for a forty-six-year-old, and she was only 22 and had seen few men in her life.
Karl leaned down and breathed softly into her ear, "Mrs. McBride, your skin is so soft," then ran his tongue down the outer edge of her ear. Sarah squirmed in her seat. "Oh, God," she whispered, almost inaudibly.
Karl swiveled her chair around so that she faced him, and pushed her skirt up to reveal her underwear. He covered her pussy with his hand. "You're wet, Mrs. McBride. It feels so good." He slipped the crotch of her panties aside and slipped a finger into her wet cunt.
"Do you like what I'm doing, Mrs. McBride? Does your husband ever do this?"
"Nooooo . . . " moaned Sarah, as Karl pumped his finger into her dripping slit.
