I was going to post a new story tonight, but then I came across this photo and it reminded me of a story I wrote long ago (which was posted on another site). Enjoy!
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The Office Voyeur
It was lunchtime and he was sitting with the usual crew and they were discussing the usual topics. He nodded at the right times, pretending to be deeply engrossed in the drama of professional sports, but really he hated sitting with these guys and he especially hated pro sports, and they hadn’t the slightest clue at his hidden contempt! He didn’t know what team they were talking about, but even if he did he probably wouldn’t know what sport they played. His mind was focused elsewhere. He was watching her again. He did this from time to time, though much more as of late. He couldn’t help but stare and dream. The centerpiece of his lunch was his boss.
She was the most beautiful woman he had ever laid eyes on. She was tall and thin, with long dark wavy hair and she was in charge. She ran this place not by looks, but by force. Her personality was strong, but to him her beauty was stronger.
Every morning he would find an excuse to get up and walk by her just to get a close up. She dressed conservatively, but stylishly. He loved when she wore skirts - and she wore them very often - because she had the longest sleekest legs that were always covered in nylons and ended at matching high heels. He constantly thought about what it would be like to be lucky enough to have her legs resting on his shoulders…
She was Creole. Her skin was a beautiful almond color and her facial features were slightly sharp with big beautiful lips, but her most distinguishing characteristic was her ass that jutted out, grabbing everyone’s attention. One would expect someone with her slim build to have a much smaller flatter ass, but hers stuck out everywhere and it was so tight.
She stood by another table talking to a co-worker. She leaned on the table with one hand while she listened to him talk arms flailing about as he was trying to explain something very precisely. Maybe she was bored or maybe just fidgety but her legs kept swaying back and forth and rubbing together. His eyes burned holes through her nylons as her legs danced for him.
“… ain’t that right Jack?” Suddenly he was patted on the shoulder and the whole group was looking at him. Half the faces were waiting for an obvious response, the other half seemed irate at him already for something he wasn’t even sure he should say.
“Um..” he cleared his throat, “… it’s a tough call but I’d have to agree with you on that one.”
There was an uproar. Apparently he started World War III. When he looked back she was gone. DAMN! Pissed off, he got up quickly and slammed his fist on the table and said matter-of-factly, “Fuck you guys.”
He walked away without looking back. Behind him someone remarked, “Now that’s a guy who takes sports a little too seriously.” and everyone chuckled.
He sat back down in his cubicle and pounded away on the keyboard, unfocused and working purely on instinct. There was a lot of work to be done and his deadline was fast approaching but none of that concerned him now. His feelings were fueled by his raging hard-on and the urge to fuck the next piece of ass that walked by.
He ducked out early and hit the bar across the street, drowning his anger and numbing his hornyness slightly. The bartended didn’t ask what was wrong and he didn’t say. They just continued to serve and tip well for a few hours.
It was now8 o’clockand he was feeling pretty buzzed and a bit more level headed. He left the bar and stood out in the brisk night air for a few minutes gathering his thoughts. That was when he realized he had left his disk at work. He was hoping to get some work done tonight so he wouldn’t have to crunch so much right before the deadline. What was he to do? He had just finished his last book and there was nothing left to read that hadn’t already been read. He didn’t have a t.v. in his apartment and frankly he was feeling like he spent WAY too much time already browsing internet porn. That work was the only thing he could do to not completely waste the night away.
He made his way back into the office, which was luckily still open. The janitor had already cleaned his floor, so when he got off the elevator the office was dark and empty. He meandered through the maze of 9-5 prison cells and stopped at his. His desk was a bit messy and there were blue and black pens everywhere, usually without their caps. On the particleboard wall in front there was taped a picture from the movie Office Space and the following quote: “I hear you’ve been missing a lot of work lately?” –“I wouldn’t say I’ve been missing it, Bob!”
He grabbed the disk and turned back the way he came. Then he stopped. He turned around again, this time going past his cubicle. Row after row of this white collar zoo passed him by on his way to the door at the end. He stood before her door and nervously glanced around making sure he was alone. Then he grabbed the handle and pushed the door open, looking back again as if maybe his crime had been detected. When he was sufficiently convinced no one was hiding, just waiting to jump out and yell “What the hell are you doing?!” he entered her office. Though the room was dark he could make out the silhouettes of the furniture from the street light that came through the blinds.
He walked slowly across the room toward her desk, still unsure of what exactly he was doing. Pulling down a blind on the window behind her desk he looked out to the street. There were people many floors down going about their lives completely unaware they were being watched. He turned, uninterested and pulled out her queen size black leather chair on wheels. His body sunk in comfortably, the material contouring to his shape. This was a very nice chair. He bet she spent a few hundred bucks just on this chair.
He took a minute to just relax in her chair, reclining back and putting himself in her place. The top drawer was not locked so it opened upon his command. Inside was a helter-skelter collection of pens, paperclips, sticky notes, and random coins. ‘Boring’. The top right drawer and the ones below it were locked. ‘Fuck’. To his luck however, the top left drawer was cracked open. It slid out revealing a half consumed bottle of gin. ‘Good taste’. It was a brand he too was familiar with. He used to drink gin on the rocks while working on his Master’s thesis, and if it wasn’t for the gin he may not have that thesis today thanks to how boring spending 18 waking hours in a library was.
So far his exploration had become very anti-climatic so he turned on the monitor thinking he could just browse around quickly and see if there was anything good. The default Windows XP wallpaper greeted him. Media Player was minimized, every other program had been closed. It seems that she likes jazz. Her collection was a tribute to Miles Davis, Bill Evans, John Coltrane, and Duke Ellington. He liked jazz too, maybe they had more in common than he thought. He’d have to remember that next time he wanted to break the ice.
Outlook was the horse he was betting on, though did he really want to violate her privacy that much? He could get up and leave right now because if he were caught you can bet your ass he would lose his job.
The subjects of her e-mail were business oriented: “Team meeting”, “Payroll forms for new quarter”, “Meeting our goal of increased productivity”, “Re: Vacation time”… The list went on like this throughout most of her couple hundred messages. He scanned the list of senders looking for an address that came from a domain that wasn’t associated with the business.
Did he ever smile when he found SxyLver@yahoomail00.com. Practically jumping out of his chair he clicked on the message dated over two months ago. It read:
The other night you opened my mind to a whole new side of naughty that I never imagined. I dreamed about the dirty road you took me down and woke up wanting more. Please tell me I can see you soon. I know to stay away from the house, I don’t want to cause problems with my brother but you must think of another place we can rendezvous and just soak in each others love. I need to hear the echoes of my name being screamed reverberate throughout another mall bathroom, or maybe this time an empty movie theatre, or parking garage, or subway train. I crave your touch and I miss your warm tender pussy caressing my every stroke. Please call me SOON!
He just stared at the screen, not blinking, unable to move or think. Images of his hot boss being fucked in a mall bathroom by her boyfriend’s brother pushed out everything else. He didn’t even know that she had a boyfriend. When the immediate shock wore off he frantically searched through the rest of her messages for that address like a kid at Christmas not wanting to wait for the next present.
The idea that she probably deleted the other messages to cover her trail didn’t even cross his mind. He got to the bottom and went back up thinking he must have skipped over it in his rush. Fate you are a cruel tormentor. The mouse jittered under his hand and he began swearing to himself quietly. Panic struck his addiction when he realized there were no more messages. He couldn’t be done already; he didn’t even get his fix.
“Think Goddamit!” barking loudly into the empty night.
He twitched in his chair and tapped his foot uncontrollably. Suddenly BANG! It sounded like he punched the desk, but no. He noticed the tab that read ‘outbox’ and overcome with victory accidentally slammed his knee under her desk.
The last message she had sent today was to her mister:
Boss wants to talk over Chinese. Meet me at the office around8:30, SHARP and I’ll show you more of my dark side. Come ready to please me.
The little clock on the task bar read8:14. SHIT! He closed out of Outlook and shut off the monitor, just in time to hear the elevator ding. FUCK! His brain was jelly. What possible excuse could he have for being here?
Footsteps were now and forever going to be one of those sounds, like a dentists drill, or a cracking belt, that immediately make him shudder. They echoed through his head like a ticking clock to a death row inmate, exposing his fear, shame and mortality. Her silhouette was barely visible and he still had no escape plan. She reached the door, turned on the light and walked straight to her desk. She dropped her purse on top and plopped down into her chair. Her computer turned on and she began to check her inbox. Her dark green high-heels tickled at his nose, threatening to give him away. His body responded by crunching further into a contortionist position. With his chin on his knees and his arms around his legs her felt packed into an overhead luggage compartment on a plane.
The rigid silence melted away with the romantic swooning of Miles’ trumpet. She began to chuckle and talk to herself quietly. “Ooh, you bad boy! I am so gonna teach you a lesson when you get your hot little ass down here. Mmm… The things I want to do…”
His view was the only up-side to this whole predicament. Her silky smooth legs were inches away from him, and if he wanted to he could just reach out and caress, just run his tongue up her leg and back down again. The opening to her skirt was perfectly at eye level, revealing a narrow black thong that covered almost nothing. He could see her pussy lips poking out both sides, they were luscious and juicy and he wanted to feed…
The fabric of her skirt receded to the demands of her fingers, inching their way down to her crotch. She pushed back slightly in her chair, getting very comfortable and spreading her legs as far as the skirt would allow. She let out a subdued moan and he went bug-eyed.
Here he was hidden under his bosses desk catching her masturbate inches away from his face! No fantasy he ever had of her was this far out. The situation was too unreal to believe yet too personal to deny.
Her fingers were now playfully rubbing her clit and he could smell her sweet aroma. Moans grew louder and louder and she started rocking back and forth in her chair, fucking her fantasy man.
“Oh yeah baby, fuck me like the bull you are. C’mon you know how I want it. Yeah , yeah. ALL of it. Tear me apart, c’mon baby FUCK ME!”
With a youthful eagerness her other hand shot down her skirt and started finger fucking her dripping wet hole. He could see two then three fingers arching their way in and out, giving momentum to the furious tapping of her clit. His dick hardened to concrete and demanded attention; however he could barely move let alone whip it out and masturbate.
“Uh, uh. YEAH! Pound me harder! Oh-Faster! Y-Yeah. C’mon. Is that all you’ve got? I’m not some fucking little girl, fuck me like a woman!”
Shock smacked him in the face, sure her attitude and tone was still bossy, but holy-shit, he couldn’t believe this woman who carried herself with so much professionalism and self-respect could be so smutty.
“Oh God! You’re so fucking big it hurts! Oh yeah. Hurt me some more.”
He watched her legs begin to twitch and her hands move in a blur, revealing that she was climaxing.
Suddenly the elevator binged and she shot upright and fixed herself. Her harsh breathing sounded over the muted trumpet solo making for a very sexy sound track. She struck a sexy pose and waited for her man to enter.
“Stop.” She demanded as soon as he reached her office. “Good. Now, drop the pants.”
He heard a zip then a plop as he watched her long smooth legs rub against each other. Her eagerness came through in her fidgetiness.
“Now the shirt big boy. Nice and slow.”
Stuck between revealing himself and waiting to be caught he wasn’t sure which would be worse. He could only imagine this big jacked guy pounding the everlasting shit out of him after someone’s leg bumped into him causing quite the surprise to these two secret lovers. Pins and needles were already starting to prick his legs and he wondered how long they’d be at it. He could very well be here for hours.
Aroused by the show, her hand reached down, this time hiking up the skirt and sliding in through the bottom. Knees buckled as she hit her clitoris and her body fell back in the chair.
“Now the boxers.”
Her legs flailed wildly as her fingers dipped in and out of her pussy.
Fingers pulled annoying at his button fly, trying to make the best of the situation. Getting the zipper down would require the skills of a trained professional, and he didn’t even want to think about how the hell he could possibly masturbate himself with his dick hidden under his belly pressed firmly against legs.
“Good. Now stroke that snake. I want see it in action.”
All at once she kicked off her heels and pulled her panties off. She adjusted the skirt so that it went around her waist like a hoola-hoop. From his angle he could only see her unbutton the bottom two buttons of her blouse, but he could see it open and slide off her delicate arms revealing the most beautiful and flattest stomach he’d ever seen in person. Her belly button winked at him as she bent forward for a second.
“I’d kill for a glimpse at those tits.” he thought.
The chair slid back and she stood up and turned sideways; then gave her ass a hard smack.
“Do you want to fuck me from behind, up against this desk?” she asked demandingly.
“Oh hell yeah!” he responded. His voice was strong and deep, giving the impression that he was a big man.
The other man in the room ran over to where she was and pushed up against her back and ass with his  body, teasing her ass with his erect dick. The voyeur could only see huge dark brown balls swinging back and forth and calf muscles made of iron. Now he was intimidated as fuck. This guy would twist him into a pretzel and break him in half were he to be caught.
“Oh yeah. Squeeze my tit.”
She moaned approvingly and then like the crack of a whip his hand spanked her firm ass making her scream out loud. Their bodies were pressed hard against the desk, his legs spreading hers wide. The desk shook and their bodies rocked back and forth.
“Fuck me. Fuck me NOW! God I need your dick. Fill me up, fill me up all the way.”
There was some moving and adjusting and the voyeur caught a glimpse of a porn star sized dick in the hands of the man who was about to fuck his boss a foot away from him. The head disappeared inside her aching vagina and was soon followed by the remaining inches. She let out a long “Aaaaaaaah!” as he must be stretching her pussy wide in a painful pleasure.
There was no foreplay, no slow gradual start, their bodies slammed against another, sweaty flesh smacking against each other and that suction cup sound “kwapp”. An earthquake of love shook the desk, threatening to come down on his head.
“Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah AAAAAAAHH.”
His strokes were long and fast, setting ablaze the nerves in her pussy. The voyeur just watched her knees cave in and her body lift up off the floor so that she was resting her belly on the desk. He repositioned himself because many body parts were already asleep and he could barely feel his legs or ass. His elbow bumped against his cell phone and a terrifying thought crossed his mind. What if someone called him, right now? Quickly he dug like a madman into his pockets and fumbled getting it out. He turned the ringer off and wiped the nervous sweat from his forehead.
The affair before him was less the forbidden tenderness he imagined love affairs being and was more like every hardcore porn he had seen. Her upper half rested on the desk and her knees were bent up and he was holding her feet as he rammed into her. They fucked so hard that the veins on the other guy’s legs were popping out. Bam! Slam! The desk jumped and rocked.
“Oh yeah! You’re gonna make me cum!”
Smack! A palm hit her bare ass; he could only imagine how red it must be.
“Again!”
Smack!
“O-oooh. I’m so close!”
Smack!
Smack!
“a-AHH!”
“Whats my name?!” He yelled forcefully.
“Mmmaartin! Maaaaaarrtin! OOOOOOOhhh Maaaaaaarrrrrtin!” His name reverberated throughout the entire office in her throes of ecstasy.
He stepped back and she flopped off the desk, still not having control over her muscles. Stroking his long brown dick hard and fast he grabbed her by the hair, she fixed herself upon her knees (enough that the voyeur had a slight side view of the scene). She clenched his still arm, holding herself up and waiting for what was to come next.
He jacked off for another minute and then said, “Close your eyes.”
His body stiffened, he even went up slightly on the tips of his toes, and with a final thrust around the swelled up head of his cock he shot a massive sticky load all over her face. Cum rushed down and dripped onto her breasts, leaving her covered in his ooze. She licked around her lips and uttered, “You are amazing.”
It wasn’t much longer before the two of them had left the building, with their libido’s taken care of they were thinking with their brains and she didn’t want to loose her job.
The voyeur was still crunched under the desk in the office that smelled like sex, eyes unblinking and a smile on his face. All he could think was, “I’m so glad I spent the extra $50 and got a camera phone.”

I was going to post a new story tonight, but then I came across this photo and it reminded me of a story I wrote long ago (which was posted on another site). Enjoy!

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The Office Voyeur

It was lunchtime and he was sitting with the usual crew and they were discussing the usual topics. He nodded at the right times, pretending to be deeply engrossed in the drama of professional sports, but really he hated sitting with these guys and he especially hated pro sports, and they hadn’t the slightest clue at his hidden contempt! He didn’t know what team they were talking about, but even if he did he probably wouldn’t know what sport they played. His mind was focused elsewhere. He was watching her again. He did this from time to time, though much more as of late. He couldn’t help but stare and dream. The centerpiece of his lunch was his boss.

She was the most beautiful woman he had ever laid eyes on. She was tall and thin, with long dark wavy hair and she was in charge. She ran this place not by looks, but by force. Her personality was strong, but to him her beauty was stronger.

Every morning he would find an excuse to get up and walk by her just to get a close up. She dressed conservatively, but stylishly. He loved when she wore skirts - and she wore them very often - because she had the longest sleekest legs that were always covered in nylons and ended at matching high heels. He constantly thought about what it would be like to be lucky enough to have her legs resting on his shoulders…

She was Creole. Her skin was a beautiful almond color and her facial features were slightly sharp with big beautiful lips, but her most distinguishing characteristic was her ass that jutted out, grabbing everyone’s attention. One would expect someone with her slim build to have a much smaller flatter ass, but hers stuck out everywhere and it was so tight.

She stood by another table talking to a co-worker. She leaned on the table with one hand while she listened to him talk arms flailing about as he was trying to explain something very precisely. Maybe she was bored or maybe just fidgety but her legs kept swaying back and forth and rubbing together. His eyes burned holes through her nylons as her legs danced for him.

“… ain’t that right Jack?” Suddenly he was patted on the shoulder and the whole group was looking at him. Half the faces were waiting for an obvious response, the other half seemed irate at him already for something he wasn’t even sure he should say.

“Um..” he cleared his throat, “… it’s a tough call but I’d have to agree with you on that one.”

There was an uproar. Apparently he started World War III. When he looked back she was gone. DAMN! Pissed off, he got up quickly and slammed his fist on the table and said matter-of-factly, “Fuck you guys.”

He walked away without looking back. Behind him someone remarked, “Now that’s a guy who takes sports a little too seriously.” and everyone chuckled.

He sat back down in his cubicle and pounded away on the keyboard, unfocused and working purely on instinct. There was a lot of work to be done and his deadline was fast approaching but none of that concerned him now. His feelings were fueled by his raging hard-on and the urge to fuck the next piece of ass that walked by.

He ducked out early and hit the bar across the street, drowning his anger and numbing his hornyness slightly. The bartended didn’t ask what was wrong and he didn’t say. They just continued to serve and tip well for a few hours.

It was now8 o’clockand he was feeling pretty buzzed and a bit more level headed. He left the bar and stood out in the brisk night air for a few minutes gathering his thoughts. That was when he realized he had left his disk at work. He was hoping to get some work done tonight so he wouldn’t have to crunch so much right before the deadline. What was he to do? He had just finished his last book and there was nothing left to read that hadn’t already been read. He didn’t have a t.v. in his apartment and frankly he was feeling like he spent WAY too much time already browsing internet porn. That work was the only thing he could do to not completely waste the night away.

He made his way back into the office, which was luckily still open. The janitor had already cleaned his floor, so when he got off the elevator the office was dark and empty. He meandered through the maze of 9-5 prison cells and stopped at his. His desk was a bit messy and there were blue and black pens everywhere, usually without their caps. On the particleboard wall in front there was taped a picture from the movie Office Space and the following quote: “I hear you’ve been missing a lot of work lately?” –“I wouldn’t say I’ve been missing it, Bob!”

He grabbed the disk and turned back the way he came. Then he stopped. He turned around again, this time going past his cubicle. Row after row of this white collar zoo passed him by on his way to the door at the end. He stood before her door and nervously glanced around making sure he was alone. Then he grabbed the handle and pushed the door open, looking back again as if maybe his crime had been detected. When he was sufficiently convinced no one was hiding, just waiting to jump out and yell “What the hell are you doing?!” he entered her office. Though the room was dark he could make out the silhouettes of the furniture from the street light that came through the blinds.

He walked slowly across the room toward her desk, still unsure of what exactly he was doing. Pulling down a blind on the window behind her desk he looked out to the street. There were people many floors down going about their lives completely unaware they were being watched. He turned, uninterested and pulled out her queen size black leather chair on wheels. His body sunk in comfortably, the material contouring to his shape. This was a very nice chair. He bet she spent a few hundred bucks just on this chair.

He took a minute to just relax in her chair, reclining back and putting himself in her place. The top drawer was not locked so it opened upon his command. Inside was a helter-skelter collection of pens, paperclips, sticky notes, and random coins. ‘Boring’. The top right drawer and the ones below it were locked. ‘Fuck’. To his luck however, the top left drawer was cracked open. It slid out revealing a half consumed bottle of gin. ‘Good taste’. It was a brand he too was familiar with. He used to drink gin on the rocks while working on his Master’s thesis, and if it wasn’t for the gin he may not have that thesis today thanks to how boring spending 18 waking hours in a library was.

So far his exploration had become very anti-climatic so he turned on the monitor thinking he could just browse around quickly and see if there was anything good. The default Windows XP wallpaper greeted him. Media Player was minimized, every other program had been closed. It seems that she likes jazz. Her collection was a tribute to Miles Davis, Bill Evans, John Coltrane, and Duke Ellington. He liked jazz too, maybe they had more in common than he thought. He’d have to remember that next time he wanted to break the ice.

Outlook was the horse he was betting on, though did he really want to violate her privacy that much? He could get up and leave right now because if he were caught you can bet your ass he would lose his job.

The subjects of her e-mail were business oriented: “Team meeting”, “Payroll forms for new quarter”, “Meeting our goal of increased productivity”, “Re: Vacation time”… The list went on like this throughout most of her couple hundred messages. He scanned the list of senders looking for an address that came from a domain that wasn’t associated with the business.

Did he ever smile when he found SxyLver@yahoomail00.com. Practically jumping out of his chair he clicked on the message dated over two months ago. It read:

The other night you opened my mind to a whole new side of naughty that I never imagined. I dreamed about the dirty road you took me down and woke up wanting more. Please tell me I can see you soon. I know to stay away from the house, I don’t want to cause problems with my brother but you must think of another place we can rendezvous and just soak in each others love. I need to hear the echoes of my name being screamed reverberate throughout another mall bathroom, or maybe this time an empty movie theatre, or parking garage, or subway train. I crave your touch and I miss your warm tender pussy caressing my every stroke. Please call me SOON!

He just stared at the screen, not blinking, unable to move or think. Images of his hot boss being fucked in a mall bathroom by her boyfriend’s brother pushed out everything else. He didn’t even know that she had a boyfriend. When the immediate shock wore off he frantically searched through the rest of her messages for that address like a kid at Christmas not wanting to wait for the next present.

The idea that she probably deleted the other messages to cover her trail didn’t even cross his mind. He got to the bottom and went back up thinking he must have skipped over it in his rush. Fate you are a cruel tormentor. The mouse jittered under his hand and he began swearing to himself quietly. Panic struck his addiction when he realized there were no more messages. He couldn’t be done already; he didn’t even get his fix.

“Think Goddamit!” barking loudly into the empty night.

He twitched in his chair and tapped his foot uncontrollably. Suddenly BANG! It sounded like he punched the desk, but no. He noticed the tab that read ‘outbox’ and overcome with victory accidentally slammed his knee under her desk.

The last message she had sent today was to her mister:

Boss wants to talk over Chinese. Meet me at the office around8:30, SHARP and I’ll show you more of my dark side. Come ready to please me.

The little clock on the task bar read8:14. SHIT! He closed out of Outlook and shut off the monitor, just in time to hear the elevator ding. FUCK! His brain was jelly. What possible excuse could he have for being here?

Footsteps were now and forever going to be one of those sounds, like a dentists drill, or a cracking belt, that immediately make him shudder. They echoed through his head like a ticking clock to a death row inmate, exposing his fear, shame and mortality. Her silhouette was barely visible and he still had no escape plan. She reached the door, turned on the light and walked straight to her desk. She dropped her purse on top and plopped down into her chair. Her computer turned on and she began to check her inbox. Her dark green high-heels tickled at his nose, threatening to give him away. His body responded by crunching further into a contortionist position. With his chin on his knees and his arms around his legs her felt packed into an overhead luggage compartment on a plane.

The rigid silence melted away with the romantic swooning of Miles’ trumpet. She began to chuckle and talk to herself quietly. “Ooh, you bad boy! I am so gonna teach you a lesson when you get your hot little ass down here. Mmm… The things I want to do…”

His view was the only up-side to this whole predicament. Her silky smooth legs were inches away from him, and if he wanted to he could just reach out and caress, just run his tongue up her leg and back down again. The opening to her skirt was perfectly at eye level, revealing a narrow black thong that covered almost nothing. He could see her pussy lips poking out both sides, they were luscious and juicy and he wanted to feed…

The fabric of her skirt receded to the demands of her fingers, inching their way down to her crotch. She pushed back slightly in her chair, getting very comfortable and spreading her legs as far as the skirt would allow. She let out a subdued moan and he went bug-eyed.

Here he was hidden under his bosses desk catching her masturbate inches away from his face! No fantasy he ever had of her was this far out. The situation was too unreal to believe yet too personal to deny.

Her fingers were now playfully rubbing her clit and he could smell her sweet aroma. Moans grew louder and louder and she started rocking back and forth in her chair, fucking her fantasy man.

“Oh yeah baby, fuck me like the bull you are. C’mon you know how I want it. Yeah , yeah. ALL of it. Tear me apart, c’mon baby FUCK ME!”

With a youthful eagerness her other hand shot down her skirt and started finger fucking her dripping wet hole. He could see two then three fingers arching their way in and out, giving momentum to the furious tapping of her clit. His dick hardened to concrete and demanded attention; however he could barely move let alone whip it out and masturbate.

“Uh, uh. YEAH! Pound me harder! Oh-Faster! Y-Yeah. C’mon. Is that all you’ve got? I’m not some fucking little girl, fuck me like a woman!”

Shock smacked him in the face, sure her attitude and tone was still bossy, but holy-shit, he couldn’t believe this woman who carried herself with so much professionalism and self-respect could be so smutty.

“Oh God! You’re so fucking big it hurts! Oh yeah. Hurt me some more.”

He watched her legs begin to twitch and her hands move in a blur, revealing that she was climaxing.

Suddenly the elevator binged and she shot upright and fixed herself. Her harsh breathing sounded over the muted trumpet solo making for a very sexy sound track. She struck a sexy pose and waited for her man to enter.

“Stop.” She demanded as soon as he reached her office. “Good. Now, drop the pants.”

He heard a zip then a plop as he watched her long smooth legs rub against each other. Her eagerness came through in her fidgetiness.

“Now the shirt big boy. Nice and slow.”

Stuck between revealing himself and waiting to be caught he wasn’t sure which would be worse. He could only imagine this big jacked guy pounding the everlasting shit out of him after someone’s leg bumped into him causing quite the surprise to these two secret lovers. Pins and needles were already starting to prick his legs and he wondered how long they’d be at it. He could very well be here for hours.

Aroused by the show, her hand reached down, this time hiking up the skirt and sliding in through the bottom. Knees buckled as she hit her clitoris and her body fell back in the chair.

“Now the boxers.”

Her legs flailed wildly as her fingers dipped in and out of her pussy.

Fingers pulled annoying at his button fly, trying to make the best of the situation. Getting the zipper down would require the skills of a trained professional, and he didn’t even want to think about how the hell he could possibly masturbate himself with his dick hidden under his belly pressed firmly against legs.

“Good. Now stroke that snake. I want see it in action.”

All at once she kicked off her heels and pulled her panties off. She adjusted the skirt so that it went around her waist like a hoola-hoop. From his angle he could only see her unbutton the bottom two buttons of her blouse, but he could see it open and slide off her delicate arms revealing the most beautiful and flattest stomach he’d ever seen in person. Her belly button winked at him as she bent forward for a second.

“I’d kill for a glimpse at those tits.” he thought.

The chair slid back and she stood up and turned sideways; then gave her ass a hard smack.

“Do you want to fuck me from behind, up against this desk?” she asked demandingly.

“Oh hell yeah!” he responded. His voice was strong and deep, giving the impression that he was a big man.

The other man in the room ran over to where she was and pushed up against her back and ass with his  body, teasing her ass with his erect dick. The voyeur could only see huge dark brown balls swinging back and forth and calf muscles made of iron. Now he was intimidated as fuck. This guy would twist him into a pretzel and break him in half were he to be caught.

“Oh yeah. Squeeze my tit.”

She moaned approvingly and then like the crack of a whip his hand spanked her firm ass making her scream out loud. Their bodies were pressed hard against the desk, his legs spreading hers wide. The desk shook and their bodies rocked back and forth.

“Fuck me. Fuck me NOW! God I need your dick. Fill me up, fill me up all the way.”

There was some moving and adjusting and the voyeur caught a glimpse of a porn star sized dick in the hands of the man who was about to fuck his boss a foot away from him. The head disappeared inside her aching vagina and was soon followed by the remaining inches. She let out a long “Aaaaaaaah!” as he must be stretching her pussy wide in a painful pleasure.

There was no foreplay, no slow gradual start, their bodies slammed against another, sweaty flesh smacking against each other and that suction cup sound “kwapp”. An earthquake of love shook the desk, threatening to come down on his head.

“Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah AAAAAAAHH.”

His strokes were long and fast, setting ablaze the nerves in her pussy. The voyeur just watched her knees cave in and her body lift up off the floor so that she was resting her belly on the desk. He repositioned himself because many body parts were already asleep and he could barely feel his legs or ass. His elbow bumped against his cell phone and a terrifying thought crossed his mind. What if someone called him, right now? Quickly he dug like a madman into his pockets and fumbled getting it out. He turned the ringer off and wiped the nervous sweat from his forehead.

The affair before him was less the forbidden tenderness he imagined love affairs being and was more like every hardcore porn he had seen. Her upper half rested on the desk and her knees were bent up and he was holding her feet as he rammed into her. They fucked so hard that the veins on the other guy’s legs were popping out. Bam! Slam! The desk jumped and rocked.

“Oh yeah! You’re gonna make me cum!”

Smack! A palm hit her bare ass; he could only imagine how red it must be.

“Again!”

Smack!

“O-oooh. I’m so close!”

Smack!

Smack!

“a-AHH!”

“Whats my name?!” He yelled forcefully.

“Mmmaartin! Maaaaaarrtin! OOOOOOOhhh Maaaaaaarrrrrtin!” His name reverberated throughout the entire office in her throes of ecstasy.

He stepped back and she flopped off the desk, still not having control over her muscles. Stroking his long brown dick hard and fast he grabbed her by the hair, she fixed herself upon her knees (enough that the voyeur had a slight side view of the scene). She clenched his still arm, holding herself up and waiting for what was to come next.

He jacked off for another minute and then said, “Close your eyes.”

His body stiffened, he even went up slightly on the tips of his toes, and with a final thrust around the swelled up head of his cock he shot a massive sticky load all over her face. Cum rushed down and dripped onto her breasts, leaving her covered in his ooze. She licked around her lips and uttered, “You are amazing.”

It wasn’t much longer before the two of them had left the building, with their libido’s taken care of they were thinking with their brains and she didn’t want to loose her job.

The voyeur was still crunched under the desk in the office that smelled like sex, eyes unblinking and a smile on his face. All he could think was, “I’m so glad I spent the extra $50 and got a camera phone.”