Margaret dashed over to the door and locked it. She strode back over to him and thrust her finger into his chest. “What the hell is wrong with you?” she hissed. “You’re a grown ass man.” He grabbed her wrist and pushed her off. She pulled her arm away from him.
“Sorry,” he said.
“It’s fine.” She rubbed her wrist. “Or no, it’s not fine. You’re not fine. You’re a wreck.”
“I’m not a wreck,” he argued.
“No, but you’re fit to boil,” she said. “Did you break up with her?”
“Sort of.”
“Sort of?”
“It’s complicated.”
“Well get uncomplicated, Dale, because the meeting’s in thirty minutes. What do you need to do?”
“I-” He exhaled a heavy breath. The thought of Katie writhing around her bed and teasing him over the phone was boring into his brain; her whispers clawing down his neck and down his nervous back. He hadn’t fucked Mary in months and his libido was a wild, raging thing. What did he need to do? He almost roared. “Look, just give me a few minutes, alright? I appreciate it, Margaret, more than you know, but I can’t…” He had his eyes shut tight and his hand laid on the edge of his desk. He felt every tremor that shook throughout his body and every aching sensation firing back and forth up his pelvis. When he was younger he used to think there was something wrong with him. Now? Hell…
He realized he hadn’t heard a word from the girl. He looked up suddenly, opening his eyes. Margaret was there, her lips set in a curious line, frowning, staring at him quizzically. She pressed her knuckles into her hips again, clearly thinking, studying him. She was beautiful, of course, but she had a keen mathematic way of studying problems and it was during those moments when she seemed to go beyond herself that a sparkle of charisma seemed to ignite her little body. Her skin was darker than Katie’s, her hair thick and dark, her eyes bright and green.
She strode over to him again in her heels and deftly started to unbutton her vest. Dale didn’t understand. He backed up. She opened the vest and unbuttoned the light silk top. Suddenly her breasts were in view, barely contained by the lacy black brassiere. “I stopped wearing the tops when you stopped looking,” she said, taking his hand. He was too astonished to protest. She laid his palm over her chest and wrapped her fingers around his. “Mm,” she said. “Squeeze me.”
He did, completely out of reflex. “Marge-” he started.
“Nn-nn,” she intoned, reaching up to his face and standing on tip toe. “Kiss me.”
He bent down under her curls and felt her long lashes brush his cheeks. She pouted her lips for him and let him kiss her gently. Her mouth was so soft, so suddenly yielding; her fingers carressed the stubble of his cheek. With her other hand she guided his hand down and to the side and helped him cup her heavy breast. She smiled and broke the kiss and became shorter. He watched her kick her heels beside his desk and jut her chest out as she reached through and behind her blouse to unsnap the bra and slip it down her belly.
“Your pants,” she said.
“Wait,” he said. “We can’t-”
“Twenty minutes,” she said to him in her most secretarial manner. “You need to fuck me and get this shit washed out of your system – at least for a couple hours. So come on.” He watched her wiggle and throw a hand at his desk while she reached up under herself and balanced on one leg. After a moment one thin black pair of panties was skating down her panty hose. She raised the other leg and dropped them neatly over her shoes. She smiled up at him finally and backed up against his desk.
He continued to stare at her.
She made a slight moue and tilted her head. “I’m asking you to fuck me for the good of the company.” She reached for him and pulled him by the belt loops between her legs. She grinned. “You’re hard for me.”
“Of course I am,” he said.
She reached up and wrapped her fingers around his neck. He let her pull him to her while she undid his belt and started to push his pants down.
“Margaret-” he started.
“I want you,” she rasped. His dick was hard in her little hand. She started to stroke him. “I want you,” she repeated, this time slipping her tongue into his mouth. “Say you want me.”
“I want you,” he said. His hands trailed over her breasts. He felt her heat suddenly. He pulled the bra away and stared gratefully at the generous mounds that sloped down from her shoulders. They were bigger than Katie’s – not as perky or round – but soft and heavy in his hands. The puffed nipples glided under the cracks of his palms.
She let go of his dick and started to hike her skirt up against the desk. He helped her pull it up over her ass, lovingly dragging his fingers over the lining of her dark panty hose as he did so.
“Put me on the desk,” she ordered.
He reached under her bottom and scooped her up onto the mahogany.
“Oh!” she suddenly huffed as he slid his fingers down her inner thigh. She looked embarrased for a moment. “Do you feel how wet I am?” He dipped his fingers between her legs and suddenly slipped between her naked pussy lips.
“Every day,” she murmured to herself. She laid a hand on his chest. “Your heart’s still beating.” She looked up into his eyes. He couldn’t pull his gaze away, no matter how badly he wanted to drink the rest of her body in. He felt her fingers wrap around his cock and gently draw him to her. “You’re so hard,” she whispered, still staring directly into his eyes. “Do you want to fuck me?”
“Yes.”
“I want you to fuck me.” She squeezed him mercilessly. She had brought him just to the threshold of her pussy. His hands were stamped down on either side of her on the desk and her legs were stretched wide against his hips. He felt her stockinged toes dig against the backs of his knees. “You can think about her while you fuck me,” she said. Their bodies had both begun to shake and she pressed the head of his penis gently against the slick lips of her vagina. “You don’t have much time,” she reminded him. “Fuck me,” she said. “Fuck me and cum.”
“You’re-”
“I’m on the pill,” she reassured him. “It’s okay.” She let him go and squeezed the backs of his arms. “It’s okay.”
He grabbed her ass roughly and pushed himself inside.
“Ah!” Margaret gasped.
She was tight. She was very tight, and very, very wet. He pushed himself as deeply as he could inside her until her fingers clawed at his back. “Ungh,” he grunted. He couldn’t even control himself enough to ease into her. “I’m sorry-”
“Mm,” she shook and squeezed her legs against him. “Is it as tight as hers?” He pulled out and felt breath restored to him. The feeling of the office air on his moist cock as it left her steaming body invigorated him. They both let out muffled moans and then he drove himself back in. Suddenly very aware of the bustling office just paces from their fornication, they moved as one and clutched tighter against each other. Dale pressed his forehead down on Margaret’s and she drew her hands over and behind his neck. They shut their eyes tight as he pulled out and slipped back into her.
“Does that feel better, baby?” she whispered to him.
“God, yes.”
“Do you give it to your wife like this?”
He rammed into her harder as reply.
Margaret suddenly needed to be kissed. She reached up and pressed her mouth forcefully against his and she screamed into his mouth as he gave it to her hard and deep. She sucked on his tongue and gasped when their lips separated. They found their shaky rythm and he was now pulling in and out of her in long, measured strokes. He grabbed her thick tit and pulled her in more tightly to him with his hand firmly on her pliant ass.
“Do you want to call me by her name?”
He stared down at her (he was going to need another shirt – this one was going to be soaked completely through). “Who?”
“Your girl on the side? Ah – to the right-” she smirked. “My right! Yes!” She grabbed his hand and bit it hard. “What’s her name?”
Dale felt her pussy trying to squeeze the cum out of his cock. “Katie.” He couldn’t help it.
“She has the same name as your daughter?” Her face bobbed back and forth in his vision, her dark hair already sticking to her forehead. She reached up and touched his face. “You’re a sick man, Dale.” She smiled devilishly. She rocked her pelvis against him. The nakedness of her vagina sent polarized shivers up his abdomen. “Fuck me, daddy,” she whispered.
That was naughty.
“You like that?” he whispered.
“Fuck your daughter,” she teased. “I’m young enough to be your daughter. Do I fuck like your daughter?”
“God, Margaret-”
She broke out into another wicked grin and grinded against him on the desk. “Call me Katie,” she said. “Oh, fuck, Dale, I’m so fucking wet… Does she make you this hard?”
“My daughter?”
Margaret laughed and smacked his arm. She fell back on the desk and let him lean over her. He pulled down the rest of her blouse and grabbed her breasts and kneaded them together. Just the feeling of her young, supple skin between his fingers was enough to send lightning shooting up and down his dick.
“No,” she hissed. “Katie.”
“Yes,” he said.
“Do you want to cum for Katie right now?”
“Yes,” he said.
She closed her eyes and arched her back on the desk. The beautiful blue sky of the cityscape reeled in his vision as Margaret thrashed and bucked against his dick. “Cum for me, baby. Cum for me, daddy,” she grunted. He started to slam against her and she squeezed him into her with her legs. “Not so loud,” she warned. She motioned for him to lean over her and, while she gripped the front of the desk with one one hand, she brought him in close to her face.
She drew her fingers over his stubble again and smiled at him warmly. “You’re going to do so good in this meeting, honey. There isn’t much t-ah!-ime. I have a change of clothes for you in your bottom drawer.”
“I know,” he grunted.
“I take good care of you,” she whispered.
“I know,” he said, tracing her mouth with his. She ripped his shirt open so she could rub her hands under his undershirt and over his chest. She started to make soft whimpers that resonated down inside her throat and body. Her pussy had begun to drip over his balls and the mahogany of the desk.
“What about-” She shushed him. “What about your, don’t you have a man-“