Nathan actually came up to the office to pick her up from work. Margaret was carefully finishing up her work for him, wanting to make sure that nothing was out of place. He shook Nathan’s hand and told him he was a lucky man. Nathan thanked him (tall, great brown hair, winning smile – the kid was a winner, no doubt) and told Margaret he’d go down to get the car.
Dale asked to see Margaret in his office. She continued tapping until Nathan disappeared into the elevator.
She came into his office with some papers for him to sign. He watched the way her tight clothing hugged her body, the way her skirt, leg and heel seemed to be one elegant unit, meant for striding, meant for straddling. Dale locked the door and took the papers. She was standing between the door and the desk. He went to her, laid the papers on the desk, and bumped against her. She looked up at him silently (she could feel him down there), and he continued to push against her until he’d forced her to back up against the door. He grabbed her hips.
“Sir…” she said hesitantly.
He ran his fingers down the slick material of her skirt and stopped at the hem. He pressed into her harder until his groin was a thick bulge against the place where her legs met.
“This is completely inappropriate,” she whispered, but she smiled as she said it.
He slipped his fingers under the hem of her skirt and flipped it up over her thighs and pulled it roughly over her ass. He ran his palms over the lush, strong muscles of her buttocks and pressed her harder against the door. His eyes locked into her bright green gaze and he dipped a finger over her naked genitalia.
“You’re not wearing panties,” he said.
“Sue me,” she whispered.
“What else doesn’t he know?” he asked. He took her hands and guided them over his zipper. He fit the metal tab into her little fingers. “Unzip me,” he said.
“What are you going to make me do?”
“I’m going to force you,” he whispered in her ear. He gripped her brown hand in both of his and softly eased her fingers down until the zipper reached its bottom. “I’m going to force you up against this door…”
Margaret reached into his pants (no boxers) and pulled out his cock. It was quickly stiffening under her eager caress. “I’ll scream,” she said. “I’ll scream for Nathan to come save me.”
“I’ll be inside of you by then,” he whispered. While she played with him he traced a loving circle around her ear with his tongue. Her knees trembled against his. “You’re so beautiful.”
She brought the wet head of his dick up against her shaven mound and rolled it gently back and forth, tightly held in her firm hand. “I bet you say that to all the young girls you fuck.”
He grabbed her chin and tilted her head up to him. She weakly fought against him as he planted kiss after kiss on her mouth. He kissed her again and again until she gave way beneath him and accepted his tongue between her lips. At the same time she let his penis go and brushed the back of her hand against his chest as he reached under her ass and angled his dick against her pussy. “Better not…” she whispered into his mouth. “I’ll be gone for two weeks…”
“He’s going to have you all to himself,” Dale muttered. He slipped his pulsing dick between her already sopping thighs, into her lips, and drove himself up, hard, into her vagina.
Margaret knocked her head back against the door in a silent scream and squeezed his arms with her fingers. She hooked her thigh around his pants and shook like an epileptic as he slipped his dick higher and higher into her tight opening. Her shoe fell off her toes and knocked against his feet.
“You got it so bad you need to fuck me on my last day in the office?” she muttered as he pounded her against the door.
“What’s your job?” he said.
“To do whatever you tell me,” she teased into his face. He roughly fondled her tit.
“I’ll take you on a real nice vacation,” he huffed. He planted his hands on her ass and pressed her head against the door with his own.
“Too late, boss, I’m getting married.” She bucked her hips against Dale’s pelvis and bit his chin. She felt how hard he was. She felt his thick length cruising up to the very top of her canal and prodding playfully at the entrance, at her thick labial lips.
“You never wear the ring in the office,” he grunted.
“Annh, fuck me!” She said it as softly as she could.
“Are you going to cook for him?”
She was annoyed. “If he asks me.”
“You gonna have kids?”
“Aaah. Stop!” she huffed. His penis throbbed in her pussy.
“What doesn’t he know about you?” Dale wanted to rip her clothes off right now but he knew he couldn’t. He consoled himself by passing a possessive hand over her forehead and angling her face up to his. He had wormed his other hand underneath her leg and into her ass crack and was now indecently stroking her asshole.
“He doesn’t know how kinky I am,” she said and flashed her emerald eyes at him.
“He fucks you good?”
She glared. “He’s got great stamina.”
“He doesn’t talk does he?”
She grinned. “He tells me to be quiet.”
Dale had ensured that the door to his office was a tight one, one that wouldn’t creak and sway when a swift breeze came through the window. It was a good thing, too. They had begun to war against each other’s bodies; he pushed up into her and she slammed right back down on him. He got the impression that she was trying to make him cum, as if she was trying to force him to let her go. But her eyes and her squirming body told two very different stories.
He wound his fingers up behind her head and pulled her hair tight in his fist. She let out a scared moan and shut her eyes.
“I could tell you to be quiet.”
She smiled and drew her fingers away from his chest and slipped them down the generous swell of her breasts. His dick pounded her pussy. “This is sexual harassment,” she whispered.
He pulled her hair tighter back and forced her body flat against the door. He pulled out slowly and drove it hard up into her slit.
“He d-doesn’t know…” she whimpered, “that I fuck my boss…”
Dale let her go. He gripped her thighs in both his hands and drove her against the door. There was a heavy BUMP that they both prayed didn’t alarm anyone on the other side.
“He doesn’t know…” she whispered, “that I let him fuck me…” He kissed her mouth. She kept talking. “Because it makes me feel dirty…” He kissed down her dark neck. Her fingers sifted up into his hair. “He thinks I’m in love with my boss.”
Their eyes locked and she angled her hips against him, a mere weight in his hands, her whole body raised against the wood paneling and his strong arms gripped to her flexible frame (though still held in place by her tight office clothes).
“He doesn’t know that I know what my boss’s balls feel like when they smack against my ass. Ah!” At that moment Dale’s finger was already halfway up her asshole. “he doesn’t know that I’ve tried anal,” she said, her eyes vacant and burning into Dale’s unblinking gaze. “I didn’t like it.” He stuck his finger further up her rectum. She gave a breathy laugh.
“Are you in love with your boss?” he said.
“Nathan will be back soon.”
“Don’t leave me,” he said.
“You can’t fuck me for-mmh-ever,” she replied. Her eyes flashed again as he angled to the side and plunged against the right (her left) side. He remembered. He was desperately trying to fuck her against her G spot. She dropped her right leg down and kept her left leg hooked over his hip in order to grind against his dick. “That’s it,” she mumbled.
“Pretend I’m him.”
“Nathan…” she whispered. She smirked and touched his face. “Call me Katie.”
“I love you, Katie.”
“I love you, Nathan.”
They both gasped as the first squirt of her vaginal fluid soaked the tip of his cock.
“I’ll miss your tight pussy, Katie.”