GB96 s2 - Adulthood Part 5

Stef hangs up the phone with a click. The change in her is obvious. She was leaning on your desk to talk, but now she stands up.

“They’re discharging him?” you ask, standing up.

She nods, relieved. “I’ll pick him up at seven.”

“Thank god.”

“He still can’t work, but I’ll take it.” Stef arches her back and stretches, glowing. “About fucking time.”

You hug her and she hugs you back. Then she snorts.

“He’ll still come in here,” she says.

“He can come, but he can’t work. I won’t let him,” you tell her, pulling back. “He’ll have to fire my ass.”

“Mine too,” Stef agrees, her hands on your waist.

“Maybe he can sit here and answer the phone while I hand you tools,” you suggest.

“And I was just starting to enjoy being the boss,” she mutters. No, she wasn’t. But still. Then her eyes twinkle a little bit. Her fingers rub your waist and she looks you up and down. Of course, you’re wearing your classy outfit that your mom gave you. “If I was real boss, my secretary would give me a blowjob under the desk. Then I’d bend her over.” She moves a bit closer to you, smoldering without any self-awareness at all.

You manage not to laugh.

“Counteroffer,” you say. “You flip the sign first. And you give me the blowjob.” You roll your eyes. “Then I suppose I could let you fuck me.”

“How come I have to do the BJ?” she asks, indignant.

“I’m an empowered secretary,” you tell her.

“Oh, I’ll empower this ass,” she growls, squeezing your butt with one hand hard enough to make you jump, then diving in to hit your neck with a lightning-fast hickey that makes you squeal.

A minute later the coffee mug on the desk rattles and the papers shuffle as Stef folds herself into the space under it.

“OK, I thought there was more room down here,” she admits as you wheel your chair to her, lifting your skirt and freeing your cock from your panties.

For once, she doesn’t half-ass it. The fun part of watching her do it doesn’t last because it starts to feel too good. There’s something about the way that she squeezes the base of your cock as she sucks on the way up. You want to touch her hair, but your hands are holding up your skirt and you can’t move. Your legs tremble and your chair squeaks. Her hand squeezes your thigh as you let out a whimper and don’t hold back. Her mouth clamps and she groans, but her fingers keep squeezing your base as you flood her mouth.

She awkwardly gets free without spilling and swallows, giving you a challenging look. You sag in the chair, fanning your face.

“Well?” she asks, licking her lips.

You give her a slightly embarrassed look and nod your head. Without a word, you push your chair back. She emerges from under the desk as you, heart pounding, stand up and put your palms on the desk.

Stef positions your hips and pushes your back, but that just makes you wetter. You hear the zipper of her coveralls, then she lifts your skirt and pulls your panties down just far enough for access.

She enters you, making you gasp. Her hands slide from your hips to your waist, then around your front, pulling you into her deeper. You make a noise that doesn’t sound like you, and Stef gets started. Urgency turns quickly to Stef’s trademarked frenzy. You barely feel the ten spots on your hips where her fingertips will leave bruises. Your pathetic, needy panting is drowned out by the radio in the garage, but not Stef’s shout when she takes you to the hilt, pulls you back, and squeezes you in an iron embrace as she pumps throbbing shot after shot straight into your womb.

You go limp in her arms, leaning your head on her shoulder and looking at her. Your blushing faces are almost touching. She kisses you. Her lips on yours is more than your cock can take. It leaps and you feel tears in your eyes as her tongue invades your mouth and pleasure overtakes your body.

Only after she sinks into the desk chair with you still in her lap, still connected, do you notice that you just sprayed semen all over the invoices that cover the desk.

Stef notices too.

“We are not good business owners,” you mutter.