Maggie loved having her own office. After 6 months the novelty still hadn’t worn out. A quiet space to make calls and get things done, and privacy whenever she needed it. And on this particular day she really needed it.
She’d spent the morning in meetings with some new coworkers. She sat next to Jack, a brilliant attorney who smelled like heaven. Every time he moved she got a whiff of his spicy aftershave with an undercurrent of raw male musk. Within minutes she felt herself moisten. The meeting was agony, and she fled to her office and shut the door as soon as it ended. She sent an office-wide message asking not be disturbed as she needed to catch up on some paperwork.
Maggie sat down behind her big desk and took a deep breath. Focus, she told herself. You have work to do. But the pile of forms in front of her was no match for her dripping snatch. She let her black pencil skirt slide up as she slipped her hand under the waistband of her pantyhose. Jesus, she thought. What a dirty slut I am, soaking through my panties at the office. - Continue reading “Cumming in Her Office”
