Synopsis: I'm in my mid-twenties, 5'7, 125, with large b-cups, just out of law school in a big city firm. Before I moved to NY I'd only had sex with my two long term boyfriends. Josh (my boyfriend for lack of a better term) fucked me on our first date, and now...
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Josh kept fucking me. Whenever he wanted it, he call, or ask me home from work. And I'd gotten to the point I didn't even look for the self respect I thought I should want. I wanted to cum, and he wanted to fuck, and Josh always made me cum. Maybe this is what its like to be a woman in this city.
Last Sunday, on Josh's birthday, he wanted us to sneak into his boss' corner office and fuck on the desk. I'd told Josh we couldn't do anything at work, but this was his birthday, and Josh's whole group was at a closing in another city, so it was his one shot. So, per Josh's instructions, I put on my tallest heels (to be bent over the desk), a short professional skirt (to remain on), a push up bra, a V-neck preppy sweater, a sexy pair of glasses, and no panties. Josh looked disapprovingly at the coat I slung on before we left his place, and I told him he could jerk off on his boss' desk without me.
We saw no one we knew in the lobby or the elevator, which was not surprising because eth firm we both work at is very large. The elevator took us to the proper floor (very high up). I pretended to get water as Josh scoped out the office. The coast was clear. He gave me a thumbs up and disappeared inside the office. Even though I didn't see anyone near the door, and hardly anyone on the floor, I flushed as I rushed across the office and slipped in the corner office.
Against a breathtaking metropolis backdrop, Josh sat in his boss' chair with a once in a lifetime birthday grin. I didn't want to let him down.
"How do you want me?"
"Under the desk. Loose the coat." I dropped the coat on one of the visitor chairs and slipped under the desk on my knees. It was tight fit, more awkward that you'd imagine. I bumped my head a couple of times. Josh picked up the phone as I undid his zipper. His dick was only semi-hard, so I sucked it hard a few times stroking it with my hard as it stiffened. "C'mon slut. Its my fucking birthday." I sucked harder, and squeezed his balls. Josh kept his mouth running "I know you can't wait to get bent over this desk." My pussy tingled.
Josh wheeled his chair back, closer to the window. He motioned for me to crawl toward him. I obeyed, slinking and staring into his eyes. I was nearly there. "Lose the v-neck" I tossed it back by my coat. Josh tore my bra off, letting by breasts bounce slightly as they released. I gripped his shaft, leaned it toward me and stared at Josh as I stuck it in my mouth. He smiled and pushed my head down on his cock.
I will never forget the sound of the door knob turning. Josh instinctively tried to bolt, shoving his cock into my throat. I gagged.
"What the hell is going on in my office!"
Josh pulled his dick out of my mouth, and zipped it into his pants. I tried to cover my breasts. We were both fired. My six figure salary – gone.
