LOP Quickies Ch. 02

All characters appearing or mentioned in this story are 18 years old or older. This story is a work of fiction and any reference or description to actual persons is unintentional.

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"Go on in, sir," the receptionist said, "but you should know it's been a trying morning for her. She may not be in much of a receiving mood."

The kind, attractive woman sitting at the desk outside of Morgan's office door was busy typing something out and barely bothered to look in my direction. Either she knew who I was and knew I was a friend of Morgans, or she just didn't want to deal with Morgan and so pretended to be busy.

Looking at her fingers as they typed, I saw that she was typing the same four letters over and over, so likely the second item.

On this brisk November afternoon in 1999, Morgan and I had plans to get lunch, but when I called this morning to confirm I got her voicemail. She was a busy realtor, and one of the best in Portland, so it made sense she doesn't always pick up the phone.

Upon entering her office, I could see why the receptionist decided to duck and cover.

"No, you listen you witless wonder," she yelled into the receiver, "those sales documents were hand delivered to you three days ago. We're closing the deal tomorrow, and you were contracted to make sure everything was in order. And you are now telling me you lost them? All three copies that were sent?"

Ouch. This must be that downtown building deal she'd been working on for the last 6 months. If things were this close and a fuck up like this happened, Morgans mood made sense.

I took a seat on the small couch on the side while Morgan finished her conversation. She was wearing an overly large dark green sweater that went down to her mid-thigh, and what looked like a pencil skirt under it that went to just above her knees. Her straight brown hair was in a tight pony tail, and her sea-green eyes, behind her wire rimmed glasses, were brighter than normal. Her beautiful, round face was currently scrunched up into a look of disgust mixed with fury.

"Find those documents," she fired back into her phone, "get them back to me before 4pm today, or so help me the fact that you're lawyers will not save you from the hell I will reign down if we lose a $45 million dollar deal."

She slammed down the received with a huff. "Morons," she said to the room.

"So," I said lightly, "how's your day going?"

Her annoyed look was something that I was not unaccustomed to, especially when I had a habit of being a jackass at inappropriate times.

She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. The sweater, while large, did not hide the F-cup breasts she had. Let alone when her chest stuck out with even the slightest inhale. She seemed to regain composure and gave me a half smile.

"Fucking terrible," she said, taking a seat in her office chair. Her epic breasts swayed under her sweater as she sat down. "We need this crap signed tomorrow and not only did the lawyers lose the paperwork we sent over, but our own firm can't seem to get their head out of their ass and make up some new ones to rush over. It'll be hours before its ready."

She tossed her glasses down onto the desk in frustration. "I mean come on," she sighed, "how does a lawyer lose paperwork?"

I went over to her and stood behind her high backed chair. I started massaging her shoulders a little, trying to relieve some of the tension in her neck. She sighed a little as I rubbed her.

"That's nice, thank you," she said. After another minute she seemed to relax more. "I'm sorry but I don't think lunch will happen today."

"I get it, and not to worry," I said, continuing my neck massage.

"Believe, you're not as sorry as I am," she replied, leaning her head back in her chair. "I was looking forward to some mid-day fun, even planned on it. But this shit with the contracts slapped me. And not in the fun way like you do," she said, kissing the back of my hand.

Feeling a little mischievous, especially since Morgan was looking forward to it, I made a suggestion.

"I mean, we can still have some fun," I said, leaning down and kissing the side of her neck. "Or at least, I can provide some distraction for you."

I planted a few more kisses on her neck before my hands start to roam down the front of her sweater, lightly cupping the sides of her breasts.

"Mmmm, that is nice," she said, eyes still closed. I continued on for a few more moments, grazing her increasingly erected nipples. Even through her large sweater, I could see her getting aroused.

"I guess, since you're here..." she said, leaning forward to spin around in her chair. Her hands went from the armrests to my thighs, then slowly over my crotch area. My burgeoning erection was now rapidly pushing against my zipper, causing a small smile to cross Morgans cherry lips. She deftly undid my button and zipper, pulling my pants and boxers slowly down. She stopped just as my erect cock popped out, nearly slapping her across the face.

"Damn," she said, taking a hold of my shaft, "I always forget how big you are. Until you ram this down my throat that is."

Looking up at me, she opened her mouth wide and took in the head of my cock, licking it in circles as she did. She sucked down the head and a few inches, playing around the underside of my shaft, flicking and massaging it with her talented tongue. I hissed at the sensation, the heat and wetness of it making it difficult to stay quiet.

She started with just the head, bobbing on it playfully and getting it slicked up. After a few strokes, her hand squeezing the base of my cock the whole time, she started to work my cock deeper and deeper down her throat.

"Oh, fuck Morgan that's amazing," I hissed, louder than I should have.

"Shhh," she said pulling off of me, "I don't need my assistant barging in here."

I pushed the back of her head and forced her mouth back onto my cock. She gave startled "mmpfh" but continued sucking, taking more and more of my cock down her hot, tight throat.

After a few minutes, she took her hand away and, with enthusiasm, deep throated me from head to base quickly. Feeling her lips wrapped around my shaft, her tongue pressing against the bottom, nearly drove me over the edge.

"Fuck, Morgan... I... fuck..." I said in a loud whisper. She bobbed on me a few more times even after I warned her, and through no small effort I kept from erupting.

Pulling off of me, she smiled up at me. Her sea green eyes were bright and shining; her lip stick smeared slightly. She rose from her chair and sat down on her desk, one foot going resting her chair. She showed a fair bit of leg by doing so, which was always a delight to see. Then she slowly spread her legs apart, forcing her skirt to slide up her toned thighs. I looked down to see, delightfully, that she decided to go without panties today. Meeting her eyes again, I smiled and tried to be cocky.

"Looks like you forgot something," I said, moving towards her, between her legs.

"Like I said," she explained, running her hands up my arms and behind my neck, "I had plans for lunch. And they didn't involve wearing panties."

We kissed passionately, Morgan pulling me towards her. I wrapped my arms around her waist, pushing my painfully erect cock against her sex. I could feel the heat Morgans pussy was generating, and I was aching to feel the heat of her wrapped round my member.

After a few minutes of making out, I pushed Morgan back down onto her desk. Her knees automatically went up and spread, giving me access to her hot, wet pussy. I pushed her overly large sweater up and over her, tucking it behind her neck. Her breasts, glorious as always, were clad in a mesh demi-cup bra. It was convenient for me as it gave me access to her dark pink nipples, which I hungrily nibbled on before kissing my way southwards.

Once I reached her sex, I dove in enthusiastically, tonguing her folds and her depths as far as I could lick. I focused on her clit, then to her entrance; back and forth until her moans were nearing screams.

"Shhhhh," I said in a loud whisper. "If I can't make noise you shouldn't either."

"Fuck, don't stop, I'm close," she panted, pushing my head back down. I focused on her clit more, licking and nibbling to get her off quickly. My efforts were rewarded a few moments later as she shook hard from the orgasm the that hit her.

To her credit Morgan didn't scream. She instead inhaled sharply when she came. She squeezed my head with her legs firmly, keeping her hands pushing against the back of my head. After a few more moments she relaxed and I stood up. My erection, now painfully hard, grazed her entrance. I played with the head over her sensitive pussy, getting a few more sharp inhales the made her breasts jiggle hypnotically.

Morgan propped herself up on her elbows, watching as I played the head over her pussy. I pushed into her, sliding slowly yet easily all the way in until my shaft was buried completely inside her.

"Fuck, Morgan, you are so tight and wet," I said.

Panting still, Morgan smiled. "I love how deep you can fuck me. You feel amazing."

I pulled out and started fucking her slowly. After a few moments I sped up to a moderate pace that made her breasts bounce. Morgan, either wanting to entice me or to just keep her breasts from bruising themselves, grabbed them with her hands and pushed them together. She played with her nipples while I fucked her, but mainly she liked watching my cock impale her pussy.

Things were hot but were interrupted a few moments later by Morgans phone ringing.

"Fuck me," she said, looking at the little readout on the screen.

"I'm working on it," I said, pushing into her firmly and deeply, causing her to moan involuntarily. She starred daggers at me as she picked up the receiver.

"Mr. McConnell, if this is about the lawyer screw up this morning, I am already working it out."

I heard a muffled voice through the handset, and from the sound of it they weren't happy. I continued my fucking, not going in as deeply but still at a fast enough pace to keep things moving along. Morgan, still starring daggers at me, had to cover her mouth to keep quiet.

"Yes, I know," she said quickly before covering her mouth again. I picked up the pace again, mostly to tease her but also... well, no, pretty much just to tease her. I played my thumb over her clit, flicking it as I worked in her. Her eyes went wide at this new sensation, adding to the otherwise intense pounding she was already getting.

"There's no need to send Adam down here, I've got it under control," she said into the phone. Her eyes were closed and scrunched up trying to keep from calling out. I knew she was enjoying it as she spread her legs apart more so I could get even deeper.

"You ass," she mouthed with mock anger. The fact that she moved to playing with her clit herself showed she wasn't really angry at me. I sped up again to a brusque pace as I played with her nipple. I could tell she was getting close and I wanted to push over the edge to see if she could keep her composure. Turned out, she could.

My strokes were fast, long, and deep. A few moments more and she succumbed to her second orgasm, which seemed at least as powerful as the first. She quivered, her breasts gyrating with her motions, and her pussy grabbed onto my cock tightly. I stopped my thrusting and let her ride out her orgasm.

"Alrightthatsoundsfine," she said into the phone. Her eyes were still scrunched shut and her breathing was shallow and rapid. The muffled voice sounded a little less huffy now, so Morgan took the opportunity to end the call.

"Yes sir," she said, "I'll work with Adam then. Thank you. Goodbye." She slammed down the phone.

"You ass," she said, pushing me out of her. Her anger wasn't real, and she seemed more annoyed than anything. She got down from her laying position and turned around. "Now I have to get my reports together so I can give the low down to this middle management nitwit."

"And you're angry at me why," I asked.

She turned her head around to look at me. Smiling, she glanced down at my still fully erected cock. "Oh, not you," she said, bending over her desk, her skirt still hiked up above her ass. "You, sir, are doing great. So please, keep going."

She spread her ass cheeks apart, showing her glistening sex and tight ass hole. Morgan enjoyed anal, and I was tempted to fuck her ass, but it generally needed some more prep time, so today wasn't the day. Instead, I lined up my cock and fully thrust into her in a single hard motion.

"Oh, shit," she said in surprise. I grabbed her hips and started thrusting quickly and deeply. My need to have Morgan took over my more rational thinking parts and was not just in pure fucking mode.

Going to her elbows again, Morgan grabbed the edge of her desk for support as I slammed into her. Reaching around her front, I cupped a still-exposed breast firmly, squeezing it for my own pleasure. Morgan also enjoyed having he tits played with which made it a bonus.

I was starting to feel the familiar tingle at the base of my cock when her phone beeped again. The read out said that it was her assistant buzzing her. I tried to ignore it, continuing to work my way to my own orgasm when the intercom beeped again.

"Damn it," Morgan whispered. She picked up the phone. "What?!" she said loudly into the phone.

I continued fucking her, but also saw as I did that her ass was looking particularly inviting today. Licking my right thumb, I probed her anus, running circles around it with my thumb before gently plunging it in up to the knuckle.

A shocked Morgan looked back at me as I still continued to fuck her while thumbing her ass. Here eyes were slanted from the feeling and her mouth took on the familiar 'O' shape that said she dug it.

"OK, tell him to wait a few minutes while I wrap up with a client. Like 10 minutes." she dropped the phone again.

"Won't be that long," I said, fully slamming my cock into her from behind.

"Good," she said, laying flat down on her desk. Her breasts pillowed out under her, showing awesome side boob. Her gentle moans also helped me get there quicker, the sounds being that of pleasure and contentment as I fucked her. The quick pace I set and her moans got me off quicker than I expected.

"Fuck, Morgan, I'm gonna cum," I said a couple minutes later.

"My mouth. Right fucking now," she ordered.

I pulled out of both of her hot little holes as she turned and went to her knees. She grabbed the base of my cock and put her lips over the heads just as the first blast erupted.

"Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck yeeeeeeeeesss," I hissed through clenched teeth. She gently sucked and stroked as my orgasm took hold, blasting wad after wad into Morgan's eager, skillful mouth. After a minute or so she pulled off, opening her mouth to show me the ocean of cum I deposited. She swallowed it in one loud gulp, gasping a little a she got back to her feet.

"Fuck, that was hot. And just what I needed," she said, rearranging her clothes. She handed me a wet nap to wipe off with, although I only used it on my hands, as did she. Alcohol on private parts didn't feel good at all.

Once sufficiently put back together, Morgan kissed me before cleaning up her desk.

"Really, thank you," she said again. "I had a shit morning and still have a few tough meetings ahead of me today, and this will help me not go crazy."

I hugged her from behind, pushing my crotch against her ass. "You know me; always willing to help."

She paused in her clean up to turn around and wrap her arms around my neck. She kissed me deeply. I couldn't help but grab her ass cheeks firmly.

"Damn, I wish we had time for anal," she said, kissing me quickly before going back to organizing her papers. "At least when *you* fuck me in the ass I get an orgasm out of it."

With that vision to entice me for the rest of the day, I made to leave but paused at the door.

"Who is this guy you have to meet with," I asked.

Morgan, without looking up for her re-shuffling, said "Adam? He's been trying to snake this deal from me for months. We have to work together, but he's shit at his job, so I do the work and he does he client facing stuff."

She put her neatly arranged papers into the tray to the side, letting out a deep breath. "I have it on good authority that he's been turning the owners against me, and I have proof that he's been removing my name from documents so I don't get credit."

"What an ass," I said. Thinking on it, I had a rather stupid idea, but it likely could work.

"Gimme a few papers that you don't need. Something official looking."

Confused but willing to humor me, Morgan snagged a few sheets from the garbage and handed them to me.

"Now," I said, "I need you to play along and trust me ok?"

Smirking, Morgan sat down in her chair. "Ok."

"I DONT FUCKING CARE," I yelled as loud as I could. "IF THIS DEAL FAILS I'M GOING TO HANG WHOEVER IS RESPONSIBLE!"

Morgan had a questioning look on her face, but only for a moment. "I know you're upset sir, but my co-worker will be down momentarily..."

I tore open the door so I didn't have to yell anymore and, with papers in hand, stood in the doorway.

"This Adam is all over the paperwork for this debacle of a deal. I have to go explain things to my board and don't have time to track him down. You tell this moron that if he fucks up this deal I will personally sue him for his incompetence. And then I'll get mean."

Turning around, I ran almost straight into a man with an off-center tied tie and a round belly. He looked somewhat confused. I stopped right in front of him and looked down, as I was a good 6 inches taller.

"Who are you," I said aggressively.

"Er, umm..," he started, "Just.. delivering some papers."

He side stepped me and entered Morgans office, closing the door quickly. I couldn't help but smile. The secretary noticed this despite me trying to hide it.

"I think Morgan will appreciate that little bit of theater. Perhaps even more than your visit."

"Thanks," I said. Walking away, I turned back to Morgans office as I entered the elevator. The assistant was still watching me, and gave me a little wave as the doors closed.

It was weird to me, but maybe that was just how office assistants were. Oh well.

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That evening as I was fixing some dinner; my famous stir fry that is really only meal number three of the five I know how to make; I heard the front door open and close. A moment later Morgan entered my kitchen. She looked in a little higher spirits than when I first saw her that morning, so things must have worked out with her deal.

This was confirmed a moment later when Morgan spun me around and planted a passionate, juicy kiss on me. Her hands went behind my head and kept me in this position for a while. When we broke for air, Morgan turned around and headed upstairs, dragging me by the hand.

"I take it things worked out," I asked. As we reached the top landing she turned around.

"Adam was so scared after your stunt that he amended all the paperwork to give me my proper credit. And the lawyers got back with some interesting info that the client used to get an even better deal."

Morgan wrapped her arms around my neck again, pressing her amazing F-cup breasts into my chest. My hands automatically went around her waist.

"So yes, it worked out. And now I'm going to finish this day getting what I deserve."

"And what's that," I asked, trying (and failing) to suppress a smirk).

"You want me to spell it out? Fine," she said, taking a step back. She pulled off her sweater, showing off her mesh bra and the glorious orbs it barely contained. Her nipples were already erect and proudly pushing against the thin fabric.