CtrlC, CtrlV. CtrlC, CtrlV. #7
He probably wasn’t hiding at all, just venturing elsewhere.
But when, if he sat at work until the wee hours of the night, and came to the office at dawn?
I ponder this on my way to the restroom.
Or maybe he invited prostitutes here? Did he fuck them at this window, exactly the same way he did me?
I feel pressure between my ribs. No… Such a guy does not use the services of whores.
He just needs to walk into any bar, and the chicks spread their legs for him, no questions asked.
Jan may be a grumbler and a boor, but let’s not kid ourselves—what chick who is in the mood for a one-night-stand cares about the personality of the guy at the bar? He has to be handsome, have a big dick and be able to fuck well.
And Jan unquestionably possesses these qualities.
When I enter the restroom, I realize almost immediately that I’m not wearing panties. Christ, I’m a real floozy. I wander around the office in only a bra (because my jacket was also left under the window) and a skirt (which, in addition, looks like a dog just finished chewing on it).
I pee, reproaching myself for acting like a wanton woman! I’m a little sore between my thighs, but it’s a nice soreness. All in all, no one has ever fucked me so decently. What Jan did was… Well, it was amazing.
I leave the stall, walk over to the sink and look at my reflection in the mirror.
I don’t recognize myself. My cheeks are flushed, my eyes are as big as saucers, my lips are swollen.
Truly, the office’s disheveled Miss Promiscuous!
I shake my head in disapproval. I put my foot on the sink and wash myself down there to rinse off the evidence of my indiscretion.
Once I am refreshed, I fix my hair, remove the smudged mascara from under my eyes and leave the restroom.
My gaze immediately focuses on Jan. He is standing opposite, leaning against the wall, looking as if he is thinking about something.
Hopefully not over when to fire me. Any way you look at it, the situation is not very comfortable. Management is not in favor of this kind of affair. A boss shouldn’t screw his subordinate, especially in the workplace.
“What are you doing?” I ask like nothing happened.
“Counting.”
“What?”
“How many times have I wanted to follow you into the women’s restroom and give it to you good in the stall.”
I smile involuntarily. What a typical Jan!
“A terrible fantasy. It’s always full of women.”
“I know.”
“Is that why you never went in?”
“Yes.”
I squint my eyes and look at him.
“Have you really been attracted to me since I started working here?”
“Yes.”
Oh my, he’s so expressive. A grand master of conversation.
“Then why didn’t you do anything?”
“There was no opportunity.”
“For a year?”
“For eight months. Less than a week after you were hired, this shortie from sales attached himself to you, and I don’t like triangles.”
I open my eyes wide.
“How did you know about him? I didn’t show up to work with him.”
“I am a manager in this company, Maria. If I need information on a subject, I just get it.”
Stalker. I wonder who he was asking about me.
“And did you learn anything interesting?” I cross my arms.
“Nothing that would satisfy me. It’s good that you broke up with him. He didn’t deserve you.” He has a strange look on his face, as if someone poured tea over his freshly printed analysis for a client.
That’s a fact, Karol didn’t deserve me. But contrary to what Jan claims, he wasn’t short at all. He was almost six feet tall—although, relative to Jan, he could actually pass for a shortie.
“I dated him for less than four months. After that, I was single.”
“There were no opportunities later, either.”
“We see each other practically every day. We work in the same department.”
“There are almost a hundred people working in the department, Maria. There was always someone hanging around. You didn’t want to go on a business trip, your overtime didn’t have the desired effect. I would have to make you stay the night so that the office would finally be empty.”
I’m taken aback. I don’t believe it.
“I was pushed into working overtime because you wanted to fuck me when everyone went home?”
“It wasn’t always the cause of your overtime… But yes, you can consider that most of it was dictated by my desire to be left alone with you.”
Jeez, I am going to explode.
“You are sick. Couldn’t you just ask me out to dinner at a restaurant like a normal guy?”
“No.”
“Why?”
“First, I avoid restaurants. Second, you’d say no anyway.”
That’s a fact. I would have thought that his brain had gone mushy.
“On the first day of work, I would have agreed.”
He raises his eyebrows. He looks at me as if I were speaking Hebrew.
“I was into you, Jan,” I confess. “Until you opened your mouth,” I add immediately. “You didn’t even say ‘good morning’. You were standoffish and unpleasant. And then it was a downward spiral. Let’s just say that I didn’t feel any fondness for you.”
“I could not favor you. I was… I am your superior.” He walks closer. He is looking at me so intently I suddenly have to gasp for air.
“But you didn’t have to be a total asshole.”
Jan presses his thumb to my mouth and slides it over my lower lip.
“You are beautiful, Maria.” His eyes shine. The silvery sparks appear in his gray irises again. “Is this how I should have spoken to you on the first day?”
My heart starts pounding again. I can’t believe that he has had the hots for me for so long, and he didn’t do anything about it. Instead, he acted like a total boor.
I circle my lips around his thumb and suck gently on it, looking coquettishly into his shining eyes.
Oh, Jan. Supposedly an experienced, intelligent and assertive man (a department manager managing a hundred employees, no shit!), and he couldn’t pick up a girl.
Jan’s pupils dilate, and his breathing speeds up as I bite his thumb, flicking it with my tongue. I reach for his tie, loosen the knot and slowly unbutton his shirt.
“You have such sexy lips,” he says in a low voice.
I expose his bare chest, grab the waistband of his pants, unfasten the buckle, undo the button and unzip the fly.
Jan holds his breath, and I pull down his pants along with his boxers.
His swollen manhood pops up. I feel a tingling between my legs.
“All in all, it’s a shame that we wasted so many months.
” I kneel in front of him and take his penis in my hand.
“I think we need to make up for lost time, don’t you think?
” I look at him seductively, and the voice of reason resounds in my head: what on earth am I doing?
The last blow job I gave ended in total failure.
Do I really want to go through it again?
The voice, however, is too quiet, too unsure of itself to stop me.
I slide my hand over the engorging erection.
“Maria…” Jan pronounces my name in a hoarse voice. His eyes are burning.
“Have you ever wondered what it would be like if I knelt in front of you like I am now?”
His throat moves as he swallows.
“Yes.”
“In just a bra and skirt, without panties?”
“Yes.” He doesn’t take his fiery gaze off me.
“What it would be like if I started licking you like I’m doing now?” I slide my tongue over the head and lick the tiny droplets that testify to his growing excitement.
Jan’s breathing speeds up. His cock stiffens. The soft, thin skin is covered with veins.
“I’ve been dreaming about this,” he confesses in a sexy voice that sends shivers all over my body.
I expose the foreskin and lick from the root to the glans. I can smell the soap.
Well, there you go, he washed up. What a relief.
In fact, I don’t know why I’m surprised. After all, he is Jan. If he could, he would have all the employees clean the windows in the office for Christmas.
I smile to myself, realizing that I’m starting to like my fucked-up boss. I really want to make him happy. Give him a little Christmas gift. Something he’s been dreaming of for a long time.
God, how damn exciting it is that Jan Engler has been dreaming about me for a year.
“And have you ever wondered what it would be like if you put it deep in my mouth?” I take his cock with my lips.
Jan inhales with a hiss. His muscles tighten.
I take it all the way in, and hold it until I need to breathe, then let it slip out. I skim it with my tongue; I smile playfully. That’s how coquettish I am. A naughty girl. Call me Maria the Harlot.
I slide my hand over his stiff penis and glance at him. He is staring at me with exasperated eyes.
“Answer, Jan. Have you thought about all this?”
“Yes,” he admits, his voice hoarse.
“Mhm…” I purr like a cat. “What would it be like if you fucked me in the mouth like you did under the window? Without any inhibitions. Without restrictions. Without my objection. As if I were only at your command?” I look submissively into his eyes and take his hard cock deep into my mouth.
“Oh yes!” His pupils light up.
He pulls out all the stops. He slides his hands into my hair, tightens his grip and presses his cock so that I choke.
I knew it! I knew there was a beast in him!
Jan loses control. He thrusts his hips vigorously, he throatfucks me with animal lust, holding my head tightly.
He is panting hard, not taking his piercing eyes off me.
He is so aroused that I am also getting wet.
I grab his hard buttocks, clutch my fingers on them as he slides out, then pushes in so deeply that at times I gasp for air.
“You drive me crazy.” He has difficulty speaking.
“You make me lose my mind.” He fucks me in the mouth, fast, hard, immersing himself in desire.
A low growl emanates from his larynx, his muscles are tensed to the limit, until he suddenly stops the thrusting of his hips.
“I’m about to come.” He releases his grip, sliding out of me, but I don’t let him.
I hold him by the buttocks and take his throbbing cock into my mouth again.