Quarantine Pet - His Pet

Rushing back to my office, I didn’t want her to know I had seen her. I couldn’t get the image out of my mind. Sandra was perfectly silhouetted behind some lights, and I could see the outlines of her nipples as she slipped off her bra. I sat down at my desk. The erection in my pants was already growing.

“You shouldn’t, Jack,” said the little imaginary angel on my shoulder. “The brothers will go berserk. She’s family to them. It won’t be like last time.”

“Look at her, Jack!” said the little imaginary devil on my other shoulder. “Those tits are class! Imagine sucking on them!”

The little devil made a valid point. I couldn’t help but imagine what it would be like to not only cup those perfect breasts but fuck the shit out of Sandra right here and now on my desk. I wanted to look at the skyline of New York out my window while plowing into her hot, tight pussy.

The scenario would be classic. Two lawyers, working late, falling into each other’s arms. We’d talk a bit and suddenly kiss passionately. We’d tell each other that what we were doing was crazy. That we could both be fired, but we wouldn’t care. Overcome by our passions and lust, we would fuck like animals in the office.

After kissing her, I’d reach under Sandra’s shirt and fondle her breasts. They were already freely bouncing around in her silk blouse without a bra. Then I would hike up her skirt and rub her wet folds through her thong with my fingers. Pulling that aside, I put my fingers into her dripping pussy and fuck her with my hand.

Once I got her good and moaning, then I’d push her down on the desk and slip my rock-hard cock into her. It would be intense. The first time always is. A dozen thrusts, and I’d be ready to bursts.

Would this dirty girl then insist I pull out so she could taste my seed? Sandra didn’t seem like that kind of girl, honestly. That sounded like something more advanced. Spanking? Maybe. I would like to take a paddle to that apple bottom of hers, make it nice and red and then fuck her asshole senseless.

“God, you’re an animal, Jack,” said the little angel. “Calm yourself down. Take a cold shower.”

Chapter Four – Jack

The next few weeks had the COVID Virus in the background. Most people ignored it. We had had these scares before from China. I remembered the bird flu and the swine flu. These things always blew over, and there certainly wasn’t any reason to change things over it, right?

Well, it turned out a lot of people were wrong about that. I had read tons of mainstream press on the subject. At first, they pooh-poohed the very idea of the virus coming on American shores. Then, suddenly, it was the worst thing ever. I couldn’t help but see the pronounced political slant in all this.

Politics was one thing, but I had bigger fish to fry. The merger needed to move forward, or our clients might get cold feet and call the whole thing off. It was a bit dicey to do either. To complete the merger and have businesses close would make the merger look bad. Yet, to not do the merger and then see activity drop off, well, then you could practically guarantee there’d be no other mergers until years later. I decided to get some perspective, so I called my boy, Kelton.

“Kelton, what’s the good word?” I greeted over the phone. “Is this virus something I need to worry about?”

“The early indications say that someone as young and as healthy as yourself has little to worry about,” Kelton reported. “Still, I wouldn’t take any chances. If you have an underlying medical condition you didn’t know about, it could be horrible. People are dying all over Italy.”

“Not good. What’s your risk assessment then? Move forward like nothing’s happening or put the brakes on the merger?”

“I would say we’d need to prep a situation where we can work from home for the next several weeks,” he suggested. “I mean, they can’t stop you from working there, right? Plus, what difference does it make? It’s just paperwork at the end of the day.”

“Good point. Let’s get prepped then. Get a squad of interns and have them copy everything that isn’t in the computer and ship the copies to my penthouse,” I suggested. “Leave no stone unturned. Also, make sure all my passwords to the network are up-to-date. I’d hate to be stuck at home without access.”

“You should be fine. Just call me, and I’ll give you the password,” Kelton agreed. “I’ll get started on the copies. I hope your penthouse is big enough.” He laughed.

The morning continued apace. As Sanjay, Pete, and Sandra came into my office, I reminded them to make sure they had access to the network through their laptops. I wanted them in the loop should we have to shut down.