Office Bitch

I hate my job.

I work in an office, and the work is dull. The people are crap, the money's crap, and I've no idea why I'm still here.

And today, the atmosphere's crap as well. The office bitch has had another rant about something or other, and everyone is trying to stay out of her way.

She always seems to get what she wants. She's only okay at her job, but the manager bends over backwards to accommodate her. I think he fancies her.

She is quite attractive, I'll concede that, but she's no stunner. She knows what to wear to make the most of what she's got. And what she's got is curves.

Today she's wearing a pale snake-skin patterned suit, with a skirt that finishes a couple of inches above the knee and hugs her arse nicely. The suit jacket is open, displaying a flimsy silk top that stretches tight over her big breasts. Her newly-died-and-cut hair is a messy blonde and flows about her shoulders.

My favourite part of her outfit, though, is what she's wearing on her feet. She always wears hot boots or shoes, with a pointy toe and high heels, and today is no exception. Her boots are an olive green with random white stitching, and they reach up to her knees.

Despite her foul mood, and the fact that we REALLY don't get along, I still have to admit that she looks eminently fuckable.

Every time she walks past I try to catch a glimpse of her boots, but this time I get caught out. Unexpectedly, she's stomping towards me.

"Can you help me get some stuff from the warehouse? I can't use the steps with these boots and you're tall enough you can probably reach the stuff anyway."

That's not true - in her 4inch high heels, she's only three or four inches shorter than me, and I was tempted to ask her to say please, but because I didn't fancy a fight, I just said "Okay".

I got up and followed her to the warehouse, the silence only pierced by the clicking of her heels on the floor. I didn't mind, I was enjoying watching her arse and boots from behind.

We walked through the rows of shelving until she found the files she wanted. She pointed to the top shelf.

"The ones I want are up there."

"Which ones?"

"I'm not sure."

"Well, I'm not getting all of them down. Why don't you get up there and have a look which ones you need, and I'll get them down for you."

She puts a hand on her hip, and strikes her huffety pose.

"I told you I can't use the steps in these heels, I might fall."

"I'll make sure you don't." I wheel the steps over for her. "Go on, quicker you get up there, quicker we'll be done."

She huffs and puffs but finally gives in, and climbs on to the steps. As she reaches up for the first file, she wobbles, and grabs hold of the shelves in front of her.

"Can you hold me steady, please?" She looks back down at me, her tough exterior lowered slightly.

"Okay." I grab hold of the steps, and brace against them.

"No, I meant can you hold ME steady? Hold my hips."

I shrug, and slowly move my hands to her hips. My eyes are level with her nice round arse, and the feel of the shape of her hips is beginning to get me slightly aroused.

I hear someone else walking through the warehouse - there's a pathway through the warehouse to get to more offices on the other side - and hope that they're not coming this direction. This isn't a situation I'd particularly like to get caught in.

She resets herself on the stairs, looking at yet another file, and her bum wiggles deliciously in front of my face. My dick grows a little more in my trousers.

"Can you stop staring at my arse?"

I'm snapped out of my thoughts by her curt tone. I quickly look away and mumble a "Sorry."

My eyes move down her legs and settle on her sexy boots. Damn, I'd like to...

"Hey, will you pay attention. Help me down."

I continue to hold her hips as she lowers herself down slowly, one careful step at a time. When she reaches the floor, she moves to step to the side of the stairs, and her arse brushes against my hardening dick. My hopes that she didn't notice are dashed as she glances back, briefly, at my crotch.

"Thanks for that, it's shaky up there."

"Why do you wear heels like that if you can't walk in them properly?"

What the hell made me ask that? Am I insane? Do I really want to start another argument with her?

"What's it got to do with you? Besides, I know you like them, I've seen you staring at them."

Shit, busted. How am I going to get out of this?

"No, I don't."

"Yes you do. I don't mind. I like it when you look at me like that, it makes me feel sexy."

Stunned, I have absolutely no idea what to say. I just er and um, hoping that the fire alarm will go off or something.

She moves closer to me.

"Do you think I'm sexy?"

"Er...er...um...er..." How the fuck did this happen? Where's the bitch gone?

She has me backed up against some shelving, and moves her hand to my crotch.

"This says that you do."

I finally find some words.

"What are you doing? What about your fiancé?"

She stops for a moment, looking at the diamond on her finger, then moves even closer to me, and whispers.

"Fuck him."

She takes my hand and leads me away to one of the lesser-used corners of the warehouse.

She pushes me back against a pile of boxes and squashes her body against mine.

"What if we get caught?" I whisper.

"Don't you hate this job anyway?"

Before I can answer, she kisses me fiercely. My hands move instinctively around her, groping her arse. Her breathing gets very heavy very quickly.

A door swings open, and we hear two girls chatting and laughing as they walk through the warehouse. We freeze, hoping they won't catch us.

The door at the other end of the warehouse swings shut, and she slides her way down until she's on her haunches, her face level with my crotch.

Smiling up at me, she unzips my trousers and takes out my cock, slipping it straight into her mouth. She moans, purring around my pole as it grows from her attention.

"Are you sure about this?" I whisper to her. I know it's a stupid question even before I've finished speaking.

"I've wanted this for so long, you have no idea."

She takes my dick down her throat and freezes as someone else enters the warehouse.

I look down at her, begging her to keep quiet, and follow the footsteps as the move down the path. She closes her eyes, trying hard not to gag as my cock grows to record size down her windpipe.

The door swings shut and she removes herself from my pole, coughing and spluttering. Her glittery pink lipstick is a little smeared as she smiles back up at me.

"This is so hot." She stands, moves to an empty shelf and bends at the waist, keeping her legs straight and back arched. She pulls her skirt up her legs and pulls her thong down them, leaving it dangling around the ankles of her boots. She spreads her arse cheeks, her clean-shaven cunt glistening alongside her engagement ring in the dim light. "Come here and fuck me."

I move behind her and line my pole up with her bare hole. It's clear she's given herself up to the lust, but I'm still just thinking clearly enough.

"What about protection?"

"I'm on the pill. Fuck me, now!" she whispers, urgently.

I rub my cock up and down her slit, teasing both of us.

"Please." She looks back at me, her eyes pleading with me.

"I love to hear you beg. Tell me you want it."

"I want...I NEED your cock in me. Please fuck me." She thrusts her arse back towards me. "Please?"

I ease my cock into her hole, and it's so deliciously tight.

"Oh my God, oh my God. Fuck me, fast."

I do as she asks, thrusting in and out of her at an increasing pace, each time plunging deeper and deeper into her.

The door swings open and we both stop, my dick as deep in her as I can get it. We both look intently through the gaps between the files, watching the person walk past and hoping that they are just passing through. She starts rubbing her clit while the person is only half way, and I pray that she will at least keep quiet.

The door closes and I move out of her before slamming back into her hard and fast. She orgasms, moaning and panting.

She moves off my dick and stands on shaky legs to face me. It occurs to me that it would be just like her to leave me unsatisfied, but she pushes past me and sits on top of a pile of boxes, her legs spread lewdly apart.

"Now fuck me like this."

I walk towards her and, without standing on ceremony, begin to fuck her again. She looks up at me, a cat-got-the-cream look. She pulls her top and bra up and displays her magnificent tits to me. She pulls at her nipples, twisting and pinching.

"Did you see who that was who just walked through?" she pants between thrusts. "The MD."

Shit, the managing director nearly caught us fucking in his warehouse. That wouldn't have gone down well.

She lifts her legs off the floor, and I lift them up to my shoulders, allowing me a better angle from which to fuck her. She's close again, I can tell.

She moves her left leg off my shoulder and holds it in front of my face.

"Lick my boot."

I look her in the eyes, and take the heel all the way into my mouth. We share a moan as I lick all over her sexy booted foot.

"I knew you loved them."

I moan an affirmative. Then she surprises the hell out of me.

"I want you to fuck my arse."

I stop fucking her, freezing in shock. We look into each other's eyes, and though I can see a little fear there, the determination definitely outweighs it.

I pull out and flip her over.

"Be gentle, I've never had a cock up there before."

Again, I stop in surprise. She looks back at me with a wicked smile.

"Not even my fiancé. Do it. Take my arse."

I finger her cunt for lubrication, and slowly spread the juices around her tight rear hole. I carefully press my finger against her anus but it won't go in.

"You've got to be quicker, people are going to start wondering where we've got to."

With that, I press hard and my finger pops in. She wiggles, trying to get comfortable with a foreign object up her arse for the first time.

I swiftly force another finger in, stretching her as much as I can.

"Okay, you ready?" I whisper.

"Hurry up. Fuck my arse."

I remove my fingers and place my cock to her hole. Slowly but forcefully, I push my cock against her arsehole. At the second attempt, it pops inside her. Fuck me, it's the tightest thing I've ever felt in my life.

"Oh my God." She looks pained as I move gently in and out of her arse. As I begin to move quicker, her groans of pain turn to moans of pleasure.

"I always knew you were a dirty little slut." I tell her, and she grins widely.

"I fucking love your cock up my arse. I'm your little anal whore."

Her dirty talking and the amazing tightness of her arse have me on the brink.

"Where do you want my cum?"

"Cum inside me. I want to walk around the rest of the day knowing that your spunk is up my arse."

That does it. I orgasm hard, blasting her insides, and she cums alongside me. We collapse onto the boxes, a heap of sexed out flesh and bone.

Spent, I pull out of her just as the door swings open again. We freeze until we realize that whoever it is isn't just using the pathway, they're looking for something in the warehouse.

As quickly and quietly as we can, we straighten ourselves out - me stuffing my cock back into my trousers; her pulling her top and skirt back down. I quickly jump up a nearby set of steps and pretend to be looking for a file.

A head pops around the corner.

"Hi. We wondered where you'd got to."

We both smile at her and hope that she doesn't notice how flushed we both are.

"Hi, just finishing here, I think. We'll be back up in a minute."

"Okay."

The head disappears, and I wait for the door to close before letting out a huge sigh of relief.

"I think we got away with it." I say.

"I'm not so sure." She says, pointing at her thong, still in the middle of the floor. "But it was worth it. We've GOT to do this again sometime."