And somehow, the combination did it. I came while sucking his dick, my pussy spasming with my mouth filled with man meat. It was so good, shudders ripping through my sweetest spot.
But we weren’t anywhere near done yet. I popped him out of my mouth, that hard length glistening, and then climbed on top of the man, inserting his tip nicely into my wet pussy. Oh yes. A moan escaped my lips.
“You like that sweetheart?” he panted, pushing his dick in deep. I moaned again, my response delirious.
And then the real games began. I rode Shawn like a demon, sliding up and down that length, letting my pussy get so fucked. He threw his head back, that strong jaw clenched as I devoured his male form, unable to get enough.
Yet this was wrong. I’d never had sex in my office before, and certainly not with someone this ungodly gorgeous. It was taboo. It was wrong. It was so hot.
I felt myself begin to tighten around his shaft, and then tremors shook my pussy again. Oh fuck, yeah. Another climax shook my frame, and Shawn hadn’t even come once yet. I didn’t care, though; my intern had disappointed me with his inability to follow my instructions.
But Shawn gets his way too. He grabbed onto my head, pulling a handful of hair once he realized I’d climaxed. I bit my lip, leaning in close to him.
“Fuck me against the wall,” was my harsh pant.
He obliged, hoisting us up off of my desk and making for the closest wall. I was still connected to him, his dick deep inside the entire journey.
He slammed me against the wall, fucking me so hard that I could literally feel the entire office shaking. I ran my nails down his back, crying loudly and unapologetically, while wrapping my legs fully around his waist, loving the pound as my breasts bounced up and down.
He moved us over to the wall next to the one we were destroying. As Shawn slammed his rod deep into my pussy, he began to kiss me. As I moaned, I attempted to tell him to stop, but it was impossible. While our lips kissed, our hips danced, knocking things over in all directions. I wondered if the floors below or above us could feel or hear the rampage going on.
He grabbed onto my ass and began to thrust harder and faster. We continued to kiss, even as we moaned with the sensuous loving. I rubbed my clit tenderly as he sped up, and then he grunted and let out a loud shout.
“Fuck!” was Shawn’s roar, the conquering lion ready to destroy. “Fuck shit fuck!”
I took his sweet come in my eager opening just as my sensitive clit erupted in my third and final climax, pussy walls shaking deliciously.
Then the nightmare began.
The door to my office burst open and standing there was an employee named Helen, pudgy and unattractive. She was the type of person who wore brown sacks to work, even though we were a fashion magazine called Chic-Wise.
Shit, I thought.
What the hell was she doing here? The woman was also a kiss-ass who also happened to be my greatest rival. She’d been angling for the editor in chief position was I was promoted, and frankly, the woman never got over the slight. Her face went from shocked to satisfied, catching us in the act.
“Laurie!” she cried with fake astonishment. “What is this?”
“Get out!” was all I could manage, Shawn’s thick dick still buried in my folds. “Get out!”
She took her own sweet time.
“I’m sorry,” Helen fake apologized. “I just heard noises and didn’t think you were here. I thought maybe someone had broken in and was sneaking around in your office. I didn’t want anyone to be stealing from you. That would’ve been awful.”
“Helen, wait outside,” I said through gritted teeth.
She closed the door, beaming like a fucking Cheshire cat.
Slowly, Shawn withdrew, making me moan again despite the fact that Helen was right outside. His tool glistened, still pulsing and dripping from our session.
But I had to take care of business, looking around furiously for my lacey panties.
“Looking for these?” he growled, an amused grin on his face.
“Give me that,” I hissed, grabbing the thong from his hand before struggling into them.
“Aw sweetheart, you look beautiful without them,” was his amused reply.
“Shut up,” I whispered harshly. “We’ve just been caught, and you’re not worried at all?”
Shawn grinned, flashing even white teeth in the low light.
“Naw, boss. I know you’ll take care of it.”
And shooting him one last dirty look, I opened the door to the office and walked out as calmly as possible.
Helen was waiting nearby.
“That’s the new intern, isn’t it?” Helen smirked. “Brian?”
“Shawn,” I corrected her. “And don’t breathe a word of this to anyone.”
“You mean, don’t tell your mom?” she simpered.