This job was ruining her life.
Or so Annabelle thought as she sat in front of the computer, a pile of paperwork at her left, another of unanswered mail at her right. Because while all her friends were at the beach or by a pool enjoying their summer before going away to college, Annabelle was stuck in a law firm, working nine to five and missing on all the fun. Sure, the money was good and the job wasn't too bad, but still, she would love to be out there having fun with all the other people her age.
But she wasn't. And while her best friend paraded in the beach wearing a bikini she had helped her pick, Annabelle herself sat in an air conditioned room wearing a black skirt, a demure white shirt and heels. Upon receiving her uniform and having it fitted, the naughty part of her had toyed with the idea of taking the skirt's hem up a lot more than the three-inches-above-the-knee the dress code required, or perhaps having a shirt that was more form fitting and flattering that showed off her curves the right way or that she, simply, didn't have to button up almost to her throat. Even her heels, that at three inches gave her height a good boost, seemed boring to her.
Sighing, Annabelle felt a little rebelliousness blossoming inside her. Oh, to hell with everything! Even with the conditioned air she could feel the heat taking over her body. It was a slow day, and very few clients had showed up so far. Would anyone notice if she undid a couple of buttons of her shirt? Besides, if any client did show up and she welcomed him with a generous glimpse of her cleavage, Annabelle was sure they wouldn't complain. She hadn't missed some of the looks they gave her when they stood by her desk, even in what she considered an unflattering uniform.
Annabelle was a healthy young girl and at 18, she lived for those moments when men of all ages turned around to look at her, or when they told her how attractive they thought she was. She loved every minute of it, and whenever the chance was presented to her, she played along, which often led her to end up in a sexy situation with the most varied kind of guys. Sometimes she would end up in a car, riding the young and eager cock of a boy her age, others she would end up in a motel, bent over as the cock of a college guy pounded her hard. And then, some other times, Annabelle spent the night in an apartment, feet high in the air and thighs spread wide as an experienced, older cock plundered her young pussy so thoroughly, she always ended up begging for more. And those were her favorites.
Annabelle shifted in her chair, thinking of the last time she had found herself in such situation, and moaning as the tiny little panties she wore pressed her core in all the right places; she might have a boring uniform, but she'd be damned if she didn't look as sexy as she pleased under it!
About a week ago, Annabelle had been jogging at the local park, wanting to blow some steam after a particularly long day at the office. After running around the park a couple of times, she was doing some stretching when a guy in his early forties came up to her. They chatted for a while as he asked her what the best paths were for a good jog and basically trying to spend some more time with her, all the while giving her looks that told Annabelle exactly what was in his mind. He was so attractive, Annabelle played along, showing him generous hints of cleavage as she stretched and giving him long glimpses of her ass in those tight shorts of hers whenever she had the chance. The moment he asked her to go for a walk down the paths she had mentioned, Annabelle knew what was going to happen.
And she had been right: the guy wasted no time in useless preliminaries, and as soon as they found a mildly secluded corner, he jumped her with lust in his eyes. As a consequence, Annabelle ended up with her face against a tree, her hands trying futilely to hold on to its rough bark as the guy lowered her shorts and panties, spread her legs, and ate her pussy out in the open. And boy, could he eat pussy! His tongue had done things to her that had her almost begging for mercy. She squirmed at the memory of that nimble tongue slipping into her wet, wanting hole. She had returned the favor by giving his nice cock a good tit-fuck right in the spot. By the time they were done, and Annabelle's ample breasts were covered in his hot cum, they arranged a meeting that night at his apartment, where he fucked her in all ways imaginable. Young boys might have boundless energy when it came to sex, but older cocks, Annabelle mused, had the experience that satisfied her eager pussy.
Lost in her reverie, and enjoying the tingling of her wet core, Annabelle didn't notice the man standing before her until he placed another big pile of papers before her with a loud thud. Startled, Annabelle looked up to find Mr. Anthony Robbins, one of her bosses, staring down at her with a slightly scolding look on his face.
"Annabelle, I need you to photocopy these immediately. We have a meeting tomorrow morning and I want them ready before you leave this afternoon. Understood?"
Straightening up, Annabelle looked at her boss as she mustered her most professional expression, one that belied the caliber of the thoughts she had just been having.
"Yes, Sir." She answered, promptly taking the pile in her hands. "Should I leave the dossiers on your desk?"
Mr. Robbins took a moment to answer, and the reason had Annabelle blushing to a crimson red. His dark eyes were fixed on her exposed cleavage, which she had failed to button up since she had never noticed him coming. She wondered whether she should try to cover herself or not, but then decided it was a bit too late for that. An impish side of her, moreover, enjoyed the attention of who had to be the most handsome man in the firm: tall, dark, very handsome... and in his forties.
"Yes, please." He finally answered, as if snapping out of a daze. "I'll give them a look just in case."
Nodding, Annabelle stood up, wanting to obey the order right away. Giving Mr. Robbins a smile, she picked up the pile of papers and headed to the small copy room down by the corridor. What she didn't notice in her eagerness to make up for her distraction, however, was the pair of eyes that settled on her with a newly found hunger.
Anthony stared at the soft sway of his secretary's hips as she walked away, stunned by the discovery he had just made. He hadn't been involved in the process of hiring a new secretary for the summer; what was there so difficult about it, after all? They needed a girl who could manage her way around a computer, answer phones, make calls and coffee. Hardly rocket science, to be honest! Annabelle had been there for a few weeks now, and hadn't it been for that generous cleavage exposed by the three top undone buttons of her shirts, he might have never really noticed her. But now, as she walked with a gentle, sensual sway of her hips, Anthony couldn't help but feel a familiar stirring in his loins.
Annabelle had a body not even the uniform could hide. He had heard some of the comments his partners occasionally made about her, but only now did he notice how right they were. She had curves in all the right places; a waist accentuated by the skirt and flaring hips that begged for his hands to hold them tight as he pounded her sweet, young pussy from behind. Her legs were slender and long, and the high heels made them look even more inviting. And as for her breasts... Anthony shifted from one foot to the other, trying to ease some of the tension the zipper created on his hardening member. They were ample, full, obviously soft, and for a moment, his mind clouded with visions of his hard cock nestled between them. The idea got his already stiff cock growing into new proportions. Good God, the girl was young enough to be his daughter!
But she wasn't, whispered a voice in his ear. And since Anthony's lust-fogged mind couldn't think properly, he did the one thing that seemed right: he followed sexy Annabelle to the copy room.
Inside, Annabelle was torn between scolding herself for her idiocy, and struggling against the sensual images that swarmed her mind. What if Mr. Robbins told her off for not attending to the proper dress code? Because flaunting her breasts for the world to see was not part of said code! What if he fired her for misconduct?
Yet, although the responsible part of her enjoyed the chance to give her grief for her mistake, the sensual, horny part of her relished on reliving some of her most exciting previous experiences, where her mind took great pleasure on replacing the man in them for a very aroused, very hot, and very sexy Mr. Robbins. She pictured herself riding his cock so slow he begged for more, then saw herself on her hands and knees, her boss pounding her from behind the way she liked best. Would his cock be big? Would it fill her mouth and satiate her hungry pussy with its girth? Annabelle fanned herself with some papers as the copy machine began to release sheet after sheet. Good God, she needed a good fuck. It didn't matter if she ended up fucking someone in the bathroom of a bar; she would go out that night, and she would let herself be fucked in all ways imaginable, because that was exactly what she needed.
