Another Monday, another ho hum workweek at the office. After our weekend with Michael, I ended up more turned on than satisfied. Seemed like the more I fucked, the more I wanted to be fucked. Super slut, indeed.
Plus the weekend seemed too far away to see my mystery man again. I was forming a plan, and this time I'd be the one in control.
Would I work him up and leave him hanging?
We'd have to wait for the weekend to find out.
The best thing about the workweek was a horny Mr. Fisher who would find any excuse to get me alone in his office. He'd unofficially promoted me to his unofficial secretary, which had some of the other girls officially jealous -- including Macy, a brooding brunette who was entirely too much work and no play.
Deb and I had fantasized about getting Macy alone and fucking that scowl off her face. Though she came across as All Business, Deb and I had a feeling that if she were properly motivated, she'd join our Super Slut ranks.
Until then, we'd just have to deal with her mood, a sour mood that clearly said "I haven't had a decent orgasm... ever."
I watched her as she walked toward my cubicle that Monday and thought how I could make that girl scream. She had a long, lean body and dark hair that hung straight down her back. She had big dark eyes and creamy white skin and cleavage even her most modest bra couldn't conceal. I wanted to take each one of her big tits into my mouth and lovingly bathe them with my hungry tongue, and somehow I just knew that she'd like it if I did.
It occurred to me that the most sexually repressed of us were the ones most likely to be kinky and adventurous.
She handed me a folder. "Here," she practically spat. "Mr. Fisher was called away on a meeting. Wants you to meet with a prospective job applicant."
Clearly she believed I had done nothing to deserve such an honor. Perhaps she thought she was the better suited of us to handle such a task.
Perhaps she was. "Thanks," I said, and gave her a genuine smile. Like they say, you catch more flies with honey than vinegar.
She looked a little thrown by my kindness, as if she didn't expect me to be nice to her. "Oh honey," I thought to myself as she walked away. "I'd be more than kind to you."
I glanced down at the folder. Mavin Cleese was the name on the resume. I shrugged. A man wasn't unheard of in our office of women, just rare.
Which I thought was a shame. It might be fun to have an extra cock floating around.
I went into Mr. Fisher's office and made myself at home in his leather chair. I loved that chair, as Mr. Fisher and I had created many fond memories there. I leaned back and twirled slightly, thinking of my boss's fat cock. Suddenly I wondered how Macy would react if she were the one straddling it. I could almost see her big heavy breasts bounce as Mr. Fisher's hands held her hips in place over him as she rode that magnificent rod.
I groaned a little at my own visual. My clit came alive between my legs and every movement against it strummed against my nerves.
I had become such a horndog. It didn't take much to get me going or get me off, and everywhere around me I searched for new and exciting ways to get my rocks off. Imagining my boss fucking his tight assed protege was just the kind of thing it took to get me wet and ready.
I groaned a little as I squirmed in the seat. I didn't know what time this Mavin person was due to arrive, did I have a minute to furiously finger my cunt before he showed up?
Suddenly I didn't really care. I dove my finger into my waiting pussy anyway, twiddled my clit quick as lightning until I was bucking against my own hand.
Just then there was a knock at the door. I withdrew my hand and wiped it against my skirt as Macy lead in the new applicant.
My eyes literally widened when I caught a gander at Mr. Mavin Cleese.
He stood about six foot tall, had short black hair and the most amazing green eyes I'd ever seen in my life. His skin was creamy smooth like a mocha latte, and his lean muscular form was barely concealed by the sweater and pants that he wore.
He was, quite possibly, the most beautiful man I'd ever seen.
A thin mustache framed his full lips, and the minute I saw his strong jaw I wanted to pull his face close to mine. He was an African god in the flesh, and had I believed in such things I could have sworn I fell in love at first sight.
He held out a hand. "Hello," he purred in a rich deep voice that melted me down to my toes.
"Hello," I stammered back. When his fingers closed around my hand I think I closed my eyes for an inward groan. This seemed to please him, and he bestowed a brilliant half smile in my direction.
We turned to Macy, who scrutinized the situation over her dark rimmed glasses. She looked startled, as if we caught her watching something she shouldn't have been watching.
She murmured something and then disappeared behind the door she closed tight behind her.
