He cradled her ass in his strong hands as her wet lips mashed against his. Her tight white office shirt came undone in reaching up to circle his broad shoulders. She kissed him hungrily, having first flirted, then making a point to brush up against him at the office any chance she got. At one point, she was bending over to get a document from the collated drawer on the printer, and he 'mistakenly' walked into her. She felt his stiff cock through his perfectly tailored pants. He grabbed her hips to keep her from falling, and she almost fucked him there.
It was late Friday night, and he still smelled good. He looked good after a long day. She was stressed out and hoped that he could deliver on giving her an outlet. So far, so good.
He scooped his hands under the thin fabric of her short tight skirt and cupped her cheeks with his strong hands, slowly massaging her buttocks over her black opaque nylons slowly and firmly. His fingers reached under and up from behind, onto her triangle of hot, steaming hunger. Her shoes were still under her desk, so she stood on her tippy toes to give him better access to pleasing her.
Without another word, his arm encircled and tightened around her waist, and the hand between her legs lifted her, holding her close to his hard, muscular body. She clung to him as he swept a nearby table of documents, folders, shelves, and stationary and planted her firmly on the desk.
His hands between her legs tore aside the nylons, pulling them off into a tight ball and flinging them into the corner of the printing room.
He pulled aside her pink panties and buried his sweet, hungry face between her legs. They needed to be quick, and she was glad he knew his way around a clit.
His soft wet tongue licked the edges of her thighs, causing her to quiver with anticipation. To the left first, a long caress, then to the right, then again to the left, in a gentle wet stroke. His fingers slid and excited her soft dampness. Then his mouth, starting at the top in light, gentle circles and then in harder and tighter pushes.
Her eyes, first focused on the top of his head as it moved around her hotness, rolled back, concentrating on the ebb and flow of pleasure sweeping across her body. She rolled her hips, undulating them into his mouth so that she could get more and more out of his expert tongue.
Then she felt a shock that tensed her buttocks and flung her clit into his mouth. He had slowly, gracefully, fit a long broad finger into her butt hole. No one had ever done that! The moans trembled out of her mouth in quiet, pleasurable protests. The finger anchored her hips against his mouth. She cried out in protest, but his tongue dove and wrapped inside her.
Another explosion - signaling there would be another bigger one coming. Her legs shot out straight - toes pointed out towards the ceiling - one hand gripped the edge of the table while the other covered her mouth less a cry would tell others what was happening. And they would come. And watch. And perhaps join in as well. The thought of that drove her arousal higher. Who could catch them? Who could be working so late on a Friday night?
***
I heard them before I saw them. I sensed someone was in the copy room before I got there. By the time I reached the edge of the doorway, she had let out a quiet, whimpering moan that seemed she was fighting against him and enjoying whatever he was doing to her.
She wasn't who I thought she would be; I knew from working on the new project with Hnark. Her name was Karen. She had short blond hair and a round, tight, fitness-club-every-day ass that would pop out of her short skirts and tight clothing. She was a go-getter. Someone that actually intimidated men like me because were we ever on a project together, she would outwork me.
Now her legs were high in the air. Her hair was a mess. A white, raspberry-tipped boob had fallen out of a pretty lace bra. Her shirt was hurriedly pulled open, uninhibited, and her mouth was in a slack "O" as she gasped for breath. A young man, who I didn't recognize, was between her legs. Young like her, fit, muscular - and totally engaged with licking her out was buried deep between her legs. I don't think she would've seen me if I was standing next to her naked and with a birthday cake.
His shaven head was whipping side to side, and his arm was somewhere between her legs, moving slowly up and down while he pressed his face against her. She grabbed the back of his head forcefully and shoved him deeper in. Rolling her head back while this slave made the most of her orders.
I didn't know what to do - do I keep looking and get caught being a fucking perv, or do I walk away and pretend that I was never there.
I chose the second. My thought was on the new project I had been assigned. In "business years," I was younger than them both. I was starting from almost zero. I didn't want to get called out as being an old perv watching kids fuck in the copy room.
I went back to Hnark and the conference "war room" she had reserved for us. Being there, it was easy to dive back into the mindset of what needed to be done to win this project. The room was piled high with vast reams of printed records being entered manually into a database by a company offshore. Then, it was up to us to sequence them and decide how to interpret the data. It was an exhaustive project. Every pile that came back from the offsite team had to be spot-checked, then we had to find cues determining how the data was entered. We retagged all of the data and then sequenced it into a timeline. Then we had to correlate it historically with other, older work. Completing it would provide an unprecedented forecast of the company's future and be a visionary win for Hnark.
Every single time we did something to the data - without fail - it changed where we thought the forecast would go.
Every. Single. Time.
In this constant, perpetual defeat, I saw who Hnark was - and I admired her for it. She rose admirably and with class to the adversity. Tonight, after a long day of spot-checking, sequencing, and entering, the data shot away contrary to where we thought it would go. We ran back through the work, and it all looked good. Something had happened in the real world that caused the market's habit to change - there was something unexpected behind the data. For me, exhausted and defeated by a string of so many days of relentless days, I wanted to pound my head against the floor. Hnark looked like she was going to cry. This was a woman that I had heard made and broke people's careers, their lives, and their spirits. She had pushed through to become a fierce woman - but a repeated punishment, every day - with the thought of bringing defeat back to a group of men just waiting to tear her to shreds, well, the defeat had cracked her as well. I had gone out to "print something" to give her a moment and when I came back - she was there studying the next dataset.
Persistent. Undefeated.
The daily punishments did bring us closer. When I first met Ms. Hnark, there wasn't a hair out of place, a fold, crease, or wrinkle that wasn't planned. Now, tonight, I could see a little more of the "human" her. We had begun to relax around each other a bit and, while she stilled ordered me around, her hair was a mess, there were circles as dark as mine under her eyes, and her clothes looked like they had been slept in - which, because of this schedule we've been on, I wouldn't doubt it happening.
"Did you copy file D5 as well?"
"No, I was heading to do 1 - 4."
"Ok, Could you do D5? It looks like we'll get through that as well."
"There's two people being intimate in the copy room." The minute it was out of my mouth, I knew it sounded childish.
"What?"
"What? Nothing. It's just - there are two people in the copy room."
"Ok? Do they have a big job?"
"No. Yes. They're having sex. I didn't want to disturb them. I can do the copying later."
Hnark let out an uncharacteristic howl.
"Ed, what? Really?"
"Yeah. I can wait - it's ok. Friday night I guess, right?"
Hnark surprised me - she grabbed my hand and pulled me out of the office to follow her. It was the first time we've ever touched other than that first handshake. She crept down the hall, turning dramatically to get me to walk lower, still holding my hand. She stopped to listen a few times, giggling conspiratorially at me when she heard the girl gasp.
"Who is it?" She said into my ear. I smelled her breath, her perfume. I could see down her shirt to a black, lacy bra.
"I think it's that girl, Karen? The blonde? I don't know the guy."
"Is he wearing a suit? Or a maintenance uniform?" Her eyes were twinkling. I realized she was enjoying this. I chuckled uncomfortably at the scenario forming in her mind.
"A suit, I think."
"Ok."
"She pulled me further down the hall, then took a sharp left, and then a quick right - leading me through a few desks to a cube. We crouched down on the floor, my fearsome shark manager and I, in a cube.
"If we stand, they won't see us from this cube." She whispered, giggling some more.
Sure enough, we stood and could look right into the brightly lit room. The cube where we stood was hidden in the darkness of a closed office. We could've sat and eaten popcorn.
But Hnark had different ideas. The last giggle bubbled up from her as the man finished giving her head. From where we were, we could see he was young, fit, and good-looking like her. Hnark was silent when he unzipped his pants and pulled out a fat stiff cock.
