You want him inside you

Still shuddering with your interrupted climax, you reach out and take hold of Ted's petrified prick. You're not going to demean yourself by letting him baste your face. You balance your shoulders and head against the bathroom wall and pull Ted between your parted thighs by his cock. He bends his knees to accommodate the angle as you guide him back into your depths.

"Fucking cum for me then," you tell him, rolling your hips and feeding his dick into your aching cunt. Ted pulls you lower, ass against his bent thighs, sinking onto his knees and stabbing his cock into you so deep you feel his balls crushed between your bodies. He doesn't have to do much work. You contort and flex your muscles to bounce on him, resurrecting your climax in a gush of white heat that burns through your arching back, throbs in your depths and your clenched ass, and spills damply down his shaft, wetting his lap with your glistening fluid.

"Oh, yeah," Ted groans. "Oh, fuck, your pussy is so hot, babe. Fuck it. Fuck that dick."

"Give me your cum!" Your cry of pleasure bounces from the walls.

Ted leans over you, burying himself in you again and again. His throbbing fuckpole stiffens and swells inside you. Droplets of sweat fall from his contorted face and splatter on your swaying tits.

"Ahhhh!" He throws back his head and you feel his eruption deep within you, his cock jerking as he pumps his load into your womb. You squeeze him, all those kegels training your pussy to respond to a powerful orgasm and milk every drop boiling out of Ted's cock. As the last twitches shake his fuckrod, a stupid grin spreads across his face. He chuckles about what has just happened. You slide down the wall, gravity pulling you off of him with a raunchy slurp and the feel of his spunk oozing out of your tender folds, slowly pooling onto the cold tiles beneath your ass. Ted stands up, his cock bobbing level with your face. You smile up at him, but the moment has passed. He drags up his slacks and buckles his belt.

"That was amazing, babe," he says. "Anytime you want a nooner just stop by my desk. I'll hook you up with this dick."

"Gee, thanks," you say, getting to your feet and feeling a mess. Ted presses a wad of paper towels into your hand.

"I got a conference call I got to be on."

Movement at the door draws your attention over Ted's shoulder. Office sadsack Paul Lindo is standing just inside the bathroom, paralyzed by what he sees, a copy of the funny pages tucked under his arm. Before Ted can even turn to leave, Paul is gone.

You try to tell Ted that you've been caught as you hurry to get dressed and clean up - nothing to do about your smeared makeup - but Ted doesn't care. He waves goodbye and departs, leaving you to try to deal with the fallout. You hurry out into the office, ignoring Haley asking you something about the spreadsheets. You make a beeline for Paul's desk. As you round the fuzzy cubicle wall your heart sinks. Standing and talking to Paul is none other than HR manager Donna Valentine.

Donna is the iron lady of the office. She has always been a real bitch to you.

She is a stout woman in her late 40s with her overgrown bottle-blond hair in an unflattering pageboy. She always wears the same sorts of serious business attire, dark pantyhose and sensible shoes. When she sees you looking over a cruel smile twists her lips.

Five minutes later and you are sitting in her office, the door closed, staring at her desk covered with pig figurines and pictures of neices and nephews. No husband.

"So," she begins. "We have an issue."

You decide to play innocent. "What's that?"

"Well, Mr. Lindo walked into the bathroom and witnessed you and an unidentified male engaged in lewd acts."

"I have no idea what you're talking about, Ms. Valentine. What sort of acts?" She leans forward. "He said, and I'm quoting him, 'You were getting pounded up against the wall.' I guess you're the sort of girl that hangs out in the men's room waiting for a good time."

What a bitch. You argue back and forth for several minutes, but it comes down to a he-said-she-said situation.

"It's his word against mine," you say. "And I say it didn't happen."

"You're right," she finally admits. "If I had proof I would bend you over this desk. And I don't, just Paul's word, so consider this a verbal warning."

You start to stand and Donna leans forward to add, "If I ever get proof of you doing something like this, I will have your ass."

The intense expression on her face and her choice of words sends a chill up your back. You're definitely creeped out, but worse, you feel a little turned on by her menacing comment. You hesitate without leaving Donna's office.

She's going to "bend you over" her desk and "have your ass" if she catches you? What if you confessed to…..the thrill of being caught by this domineering woman is turning you on. You'd better get back to work before your increasingly dirty mind takes you in a dangerous direction.