Morgan and Trisha: Office Affair

Trisha peeked her head around her cubicle seeing if she could spot where her boss was. She did not want to run into him right now. Thankfully, he seemed to be totally engrossed with his work in his corner office and from the height of the paper in his in-tray, she didn't think he would be leaving anytime soon.

Grabbing her personal stack of printer paper, she set off for the copier room at a polite but hasty speed. Holding her breath, she quickly ran her keycard over the door reader and let herself into the printer room. Taking one last second to peek out and make sure she wasn't seen, Trisha closed the door and let out the breath she had been holding. She had too much work to do to get stuck talking to her boss about the presentation for the next thirty minutes.

Placing her blanks into the copier and starting it up, Trisha leaned back on the copier for a moment and let herself relax. The presentation had went really well and everyone had seemed happy about what she had to say, including Mr. Russell. Though she didn't think his smile was for the same reason as the stockholders. A shiver started at the base of her neck and ran its way down her spine as she remembered his large predatory grin filled with perfect white teeth, and bright blue eyes undressing her in his mind as she stood across from him. Thankfully, one of the major shareholders wanted to talk to him about their expansion into southeast Asia so she had been able to sneak out of the conference room.

The loud beeping startled her out of her thoughts of Mr. Russell's bright blue eyes. Turning around to grab her papers, she heard the latch on the door click. Trisha froze, she had forgotten to lock the door. Hopefully, it was just another one of the office workers coming to make their own hard copies. If not, well there was no point in putting it off.

Trisha turned around to see her boss casually turning the latch on the door locking her in with him. Another shiver ran down her spine as she tried to ignore the way his broad shoulders filled out his suit as he walked towards her with the predatory grin on his face. Trisha wrapped her arms around her papers and held them close to her chest as if to hide from his gaze.

"Hello, Mr. Russel. If you would excuse me, I was just about to run back to my cubicle." She said in a quiet voice as she tried to scoot between him and one of the metal racks holding office supplies. However she wasn't quick enough and a long arm braced itself against the racks, trapping her between them and her boss.

"I think you deserve a little break after your presentation today." He breathed in a deep syrupy baritone as his other hand reached up to cup the underside of her chin. "And it's Morgan or Sir when it's just the two of us remember?" Trisha's copies hit the floor and flew in a hundred directions as Morgan's lips pressed against hers. She tried to resist just a bit but it was no use as his lips made short work of her defenses, and his tongue found its way into her mouth, tasting and exploring.

Morgan's hand left her cheek and slid into the shiny black hair she kept at ear length. Many of the girls had more natural hair, but Trisha found that having her hair like this helped with some of the older clients. She also loved the feeling of fingers in her hair, and Morgan's large hands were breaking down the last of her defenses as he pushed her back against the rack so that she was completely sandwiched between him and the wall.

"You looked so nice up there today. You always dress so well when we have company." He said taking a moment off from assaulting her mouth to look down at the creamy dress suit she had chosen to match her darker complexion. Not that he had any choice but to look down with the full head of height he had over her.

"Well..you know what they say about good first impressions." She stammered out as one of his large tanned hands moved out of her hair to rest on her neck. Morgan could feel the pulse of her heart through the artery under his thumb as he held her there smiling.

"I wonder what kind of impression you would have made if they saw you in there last night?" Morgan asked in a breathy rumble. He could feel her pulse quicken under his fingers and see the rise of her large firm breasts as memories of the night before rushed through her mind.

Morgan leaned down to kiss at her neck. His teeth scraping at the dark coffee colored skin below her ear as she took in short sharp breaths. "What would they have said if they saw you on your back begging to have your boss' big white cock in your slutty little pussy?" He said pressing himself up against her to let her feel his desire through his pants.

"No, no, I" Trisha stammered as Morgan's mouth worked its way down from her neck to the hollow of her throat. His hands unbuttoned her shirt revealing her firm B-cup breasts held up by a lacy black bra. Morgan's face lit up like he had just discovered a long-lost treasure as he slipped her bra off and started to play with her breasts. While Trisha might have been holding back, her nipples were standing hard and proud as Morgan's strong hands started to grope and massage them. His tanned white hands a contrast against the dark coffee color of her skin.

"Did you enjoy it? Did you like giving a presentation right where you had been begging for my cock last night?" Morgan asked palming her tits in his hand, and running his thumbs over her large nipples. "Did you wonder if they could smell you? If they could see the smears your juices left on the hardwood as you took my cock again and again last night?" The feel of Morgan's mouth on her breasts broke the last of Trisha's resistance, and she let out a pleased moan as he lathered her breasts with his tongue.

"Ohh yes, yes! Please, I need it again." Morgan stopped his attentive affections towards her breasts, and raised up again to tower over her with that predatory grin.

"What do you need?" He growled, one hand back on her throat as the other continued to play with her breasts.

"I need your cock." She let out another moan as a shiver of pleasure raced through her as she felt his fingers subtle tighten.

"And where do you need it?" He asked letting the hand that was playing with her breasts slide down to undo the button on her pants.

"I need it inside me. I need you to fuck me!" She begged. She knew what this would look like if anyone came in. The head of the department begging to be fucked by her white boss. But all she could think about was the feeling of his hands on her, and the memories of him inside of her the night before as he took her over and over on the conference table.

Trisha wrapped her arms around his neck and he kissed her again. His tongue playing with hers as one of his hands snaked down inside of her pants and started to tease her outer lips. His tongue and fingers seemed to be in a competition to see which could get deeper as they worked their way inside her. Trisha moaned against his lips as his fingers made her cum. Breaking away to get some air, Morgan gave her a toothy grin.

"Shhh," he said stage whispering as his large hands pulled down his pants and exposed his cock to her. As always she was surprised at the size of it, and found herself clenching at the thought of it being inside of her. "We don't want anyone walking past to hear you in here moaning, now do we?" He whispered with a smirk as he grabbed onto her hips and turned her around.

Trisha knew just what to do, and bent over onto one of the shelves with her legs apart. She bit her lower lip as one of his large hands grabbed onto her cheek, and spread it apart so he could slide his cock in between them.

"Bending over and showing yourself without even needing to be told. You must really want my white cock in that wet black cunt of yours." He said playing with the tight round cheeks of her ass.

"Yes sir, please." She begged. She was getting off on fucking her white boss in the supply room, and knew that he was getting off the same way. "Yes yes." She moaned as his cock slid inside of her, spreading her lips as he pumped in over and over. "My cunt was made for white cock." she moaned as she felt his arm slide under her, and lift her up to where her back was against his chest.

"No, it was made for my cock." He growled and kissed her as he continued to slide in and out of her. Trisha lifted up one of her legs, and placed it on the rack allowing Morgan to reach deeper inside of her. His cock brushing up against her cervix with every stroke.

"Ohhh, Morgan!" She screamed, suddenly forgetting that she was in the printer room, as she came. Morgan, always the gentleman, waiteduntil she was done before he himself found release. His cock spasming as it shot rope after rope into her.

Panting, Morgan pulled out of her but didn't let her go. Instead, he turned her around and hugged her close as they both came down from the pleasure. Tilting her head up Morgan gently kissed her forehead and nose before working his way back to her lips.

"I love you." He said softly as they held each other.

"I love you too," Trisha said snuggling up against him. "We should probably clean up before one of the night janitors comes by and asks why there is such a mess in here." She said looking at all the office supplies that had fallen down when he had pushed her up against the rack.

"There was a lot less cleaning up last night when we used the conference room," Morgan play grumbled. "I think now that it's my turn again to pick our next playdate, I'll choose someplace where we don't have to pick up after ourselves."

Trisha laughed as she put the staplers back on the shelves. "You got to choose the camper last time and I always wanted an "office romance"" she said making air quotes with her fingers.

"Ohh, I'm not complaining about that part of it," Morgan smiled as he reached up on the top shelf to put away a box of paper.

"Showoff," Trisha grinned as they finally cleaned up the room and got themselves looking presentable. Not that there was anyone there to see them this late at night on a holiday weekend. But if they looked good someone would just assume that they had needed to cut their vacation short for a bit to deal with some major emergency, and not that their bosses had been using the office to play out some of their fantasies.

Morgan's stomach grumbled as he held the door open for Trisha. "So I'm thinking dumplings and noodles on the way home," Morgan said watching Trisha as she walked past him.

"Do you think we should pick up some food for Emilia while we are there? She loves dumplings just about as much as you." Trisha said waiting for him to close the door before wrapping her arms around his.

"Your mother is watching her. I'm sure Emilia has already had enough supper and snacks for the both of us." Morgan said before taking two steps and stopping in realization. "However if we don't then I will probably end up having to share mine." Trisha laughed and raised up to give him a quick kiss on the cheek as the doors to the elevator opened up.