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She opened the door to his office, bag packed and ready to head home. He was still sitting at his computer working away. Most of the VPs on this floor fucked around all day - golf meetings, lunch meetings, sauna meetings - they probably only did about ten minutes of actual work a week. Not Mr. J though. That was Mr. Todd to the rest of the office, but Quinn had grown far closer to her boss than the other secretaries here. She called him Mr. J at the office as a means of familiarity and respect. He'd prefer she just call him Jason but that much familiarity was frowned upon by the other VPs. "Mr. J, it's quitting time." She said, poking her head a little farther into the office so that he'd take notice.
"Alright Ms. Quinn. I have a few things to finish up and then I'll be right behind you." He said barely glancing up.
She said and set her bag on her desk. "Coffee Mr. J?"
He finally broke his gaze at the computer, catching her eyes. "Go home Ms. Quinn. I'm right behind you."
"Last time you said that you were still here the next morning." She said sternly. "I'm going to get you a cup of coffee. Then you have two hours to finish what you're doing before I drag you out the door with me." He just nodded in understanding and hunkered back down. She went and made him a cup of Joe, setting it on his desk, then went and sat back at hers. With the rest of the floor cleared out already it was going to be a long two hours. She pulled out her phone, ordered some take out, and then began flicking her way through Tinder.
An hour later she had an assortment of Chinese take out boxes stacked on her desk. "Break time Mr J!" she called as she grabbed a few and took them in to him. He was sitting there, headphones on watching some kind of streaming video. "What the fuck?!"
He just chuckled. "I told you I was going to be right behind you."
"How long have you been just fucking around in here?" She demanded.
"Only a few minutes." He admitted. "But honestly I wanted to see if you would run me out of here."
She set his food down. "Jerk!" she said smacking his arm after it was free. She pouted rather unconvincingly.
"I told you to go home. So all of this is your fault." He said chuckling again. "Bring your food in and eat with me though since I'm done here." Her pouty lips faltered and a small smile crept through. It wasn't the first time they had eaten together like this, but it was a rare occurrence and when it did happen things were as chill as could be. She was just Harley and he was just Jason. She loved every minute of these encounters.
Dinner conversation was pleasantries as usual. Quinn talked about the trouble of finding a good man in the city. She prodded on why he wasn't settled either, to which he joked about the trouble of finding a good man in the city. It was borderline flirty but stayed semi professional at the same time. At least until the fortune cookies came around. Quinn held one in each hand. "Pick one Boss."
Jason absent mindedly just snatched the one in her left hand. He cracked his open and just "hmph"ed. "So what's yours say Harley?"
"If you ask, he'll say yes. Kind of a weird fortune." She said "Why are you laughing so hard? It's not even funny!" Jason had lost it though. He just handed her his fortune. "Just say yes. Oh my god." she began chuckling. "That's too good."
They had a good laugh for a solid five minutes. When they started to come back around Jason looked at Quinn and asked, "So Harley, what's the question?"
The question came when she wasn't ready for it. The fit of laughter had her in a good mood and her recent dating woes had one thing on her mind. Without thinking, without time to stop herself she could only listen as the words came out of her mouth. "Will you fuck me?" Then reality set in. Dread replaced laughter. Panic drew in. "I'm sorry...that was...I shouldn't..." she tried to start as she jumped to her feet. She spun on the spot to flee out the office door and into the night but he caught her arm over the desk. She half turned back, still afraid to look into his eyes.
"Yes." That's all he said. That one word washed away the panic attack that was gripping her. Still she thought maybe she had stood up too fast and was now on the floor u*********s after feinting. This had to be a dream. She stopped moving though. Jason walked around the desk and stood in front of her. Still he didn't say any more. He put his hand on her check. She felt his warmth and began telling herself this couldn't be a dream, it felt too real. He leaned in and their lips pressed together. This is where she definitely would have woken up if it was a dream. This couldn't be a dream anymore. She let her lips part and felt his tongue snake into her mouth. He was aggressive but she liked it. She wanted more of it.
Almost as if he could read her thoughts, he obliged. His hands moved around her body, pulling her closer to him at first, then down her back once she was closer. They cupped her ass then squeezed. She moaned out of satisfaction of finally getting to live out this fantasy. His hands left her ass, moving up just enough to slide down the zipper on the back of her skirt. It fell to her ankles. His hands quickly made their way to her front and started unbuttoning her blouse from the bottom up. All the while their lips barely broke apart and their tongues continued to tango.
Her hands decided to do some work of their own. Her fingers fumbled around, finding his own zipper and pulling it down. She slipped her hand inside his slacks. She slid her fingers down his shaft and cupped his balls. In her hands they were a handful. She lightly massaged them against her palm, her finger tips tickling the under side of his sack, barely flicking into no man's land. He began to get hard, growing from her wrist up her forearm - stopping just shy of the inside of her elbow.
His hands finished unbuttoning her blouse then went back around her, but this time underneath the blouse. His fingers found the clasp of her strapless bra. As they popped it loose it fell to the floor exposing her in a manner she never thought she would be in this or any office. His hands started to come around to her front once again and her mind raced to thoughts of him playing with her breasts, tweaking her nipples, maybe sucking on them. But he broke away from kissing her with a devious smile upon his face. He placed his hands on her shoulders and began firmly pushing down on them, letting her know what he wanted from her without a word.
She quietly obliged, pulling her hand out of his pants and his cock along with it. She knelt down in front of him, eye to eye with the monster she had only dreamed of until today. She gave it a couple of strokes before pushing it upwards. She buried her face into his shaft and began lapping at his balls. She didn't stay there long though. Trailing her tongue along his shaft, she pulled back away, coming back to her original eye to eye position. She kissed the tip then looked up into his eyes as she opened her mouth and took as much of him into her as she could. She began bobbing up and down on his dick, working her mouth further and further down his shaft with every intake. Quickly she found herself with balls resting on her chin. She held it for a moment before completely pulling back and gasping for air.
He gave her no time to rest though. He scooped her up under the arms and dead lifted her from a kneeling position and plopped her ass onto his desk. He stole a kiss from her shocked and gasping mouth before pushing her back into a laying position. Rather than pull her panties down, he simply pushed them to the side and thrust into her hard. She let out a yelp of surprise that didn't seem to end as he began repeatedly thrusting into her as hard as he could. The desk rattled, almost seeming to want to tip back but held steady in place. After a few moments Quinn seemed to regain her composure. Her yelps turned to Yes's and she closed her eyes letting herself feel every inch of this moment. Then he suddenly pulled out of her. She was felt her elation deflate, thinking he had pulled out to cum. But instead he grabbed her by the hips and pulled her off the desk, flipping her at the same time. She landed tits down on the desk a little roughly. But she kinda enjoyed that too.
This time he pulled her panties down around her knees, completely out of the way. Then he thrust back inside of her just as roughly as he had before. Maybe more so. He continued pounding into her relentlessly. His thrusts definitely seemed harder from this position. With more of an upward thrust he was almost taking her off her feet. Or maybe it just seemed that way and she was just getting weak in the knees. She wasn't sure which and she didn't care. She closed her eyes again to return to her moment of zen. But he had other ideas. He brought his open palm down on her left ass cheek with what seemed like the force of a car on the highway hitting a bug. Her ass stung like nothing had ever stung before. She let out a delayed cry, but at that point the pain began mixing with her pleasure and it came out somewhere between a moan and a scream. Just as the pleasure began taking back over, he smacked the other cheek...
That time there was no mixture. It was just a moan. Maybe it wasn't as hard the second time around. Maybe it was just lack of surprise. But she was definitely into the second one. He smirked. This was not what he expected when he decided to fuck around in the office after Quinn insisted on staying, but it was a lot better than sitting around watching porn and jerking off behind her back like he originally planned. Now all that was left was to finish up and call it a night. He didn't think he had it in him to pound her harder, but he sure as hell could pound her faster, so he picked up the pace.
There was no denying Quinn could stay like this for a few more hours yet just enjoying herself, but Jason had picked up the pace. He was getting ready to finish. As lovely as having him inside of her was, if she wanted to make sure she got hers she might have to help things along. This was going to be a good old fashioned foot race. Well finger vs dick race. Knowing Jason, he was probably amused to no end by that very thought. So she slid her hand between her legs and started flicking and rubbing her clit as fast as it'd let her.
He saw her hand working away her clit and knew she had caught on already. But with his lead on her he was sure he'd still cross that finished line first. He could already feel it building. In no time flat he was ready to burst, holding onto the edge through sheer will power...at least that's what he was telling himself. When he felt like he couldn't hold on anymore he quickly pulled himself out as best he could.
She felt him pulling back quickly. Quicker than he had been thrusting in and out. She felt his shaft pulsing against her lips and knew what was coming. She was about to lose this race, she was just hoping he didn't lose the race he was running too. She felt him pull free with a grunt and then she felt the familiar warmth as he came on her lips, clit and hand. She wasn't done though and kept rubbing away, his cum now acting as a lubricant. The idea pushed her over the edge and her body shook as she let out one last moan and slowed her fingers down. She lay on the desk just soaking in everything that had just happened, ass still exposed. She was a hot mess at the moment but she didn't really care.
Jason finished tucking his cock back into his slacks and zipped them back up. "Miss Quinn," he said, back in work mode. "If you'll be so kind as to clean up this mess before you go. Also I think we are going to need to work more on this project tomorrow so you'll need to stay late again."
"Sure thing Mr. J." Quinn said, a dreamy smile on her face.
"Alright Ms. Quinn. I have a few things to finish up and then I'll be right behind you." He said barely glancing up.
She said and set her bag on her desk. "Coffee Mr. J?"
He finally broke his gaze at the computer, catching her eyes. "Go home Ms. Quinn. I'm right behind you."
"Last time you said that you were still here the next morning." She said sternly. "I'm going to get you a cup of coffee. Then you have two hours to finish what you're doing before I drag you out the door with me." He just nodded in understanding and hunkered back down. She went and made him a cup of Joe, setting it on his desk, then went and sat back at hers. With the rest of the floor cleared out already it was going to be a long two hours. She pulled out her phone, ordered some take out, and then began flicking her way through Tinder.
An hour later she had an assortment of Chinese take out boxes stacked on her desk. "Break time Mr J!" she called as she grabbed a few and took them in to him. He was sitting there, headphones on watching some kind of streaming video. "What the fuck?!"
He just chuckled. "I told you I was going to be right behind you."
"How long have you been just fucking around in here?" She demanded.
"Only a few minutes." He admitted. "But honestly I wanted to see if you would run me out of here."
She set his food down. "Jerk!" she said smacking his arm after it was free. She pouted rather unconvincingly.
"I told you to go home. So all of this is your fault." He said chuckling again. "Bring your food in and eat with me though since I'm done here." Her pouty lips faltered and a small smile crept through. It wasn't the first time they had eaten together like this, but it was a rare occurrence and when it did happen things were as chill as could be. She was just Harley and he was just Jason. She loved every minute of these encounters.
Dinner conversation was pleasantries as usual. Quinn talked about the trouble of finding a good man in the city. She prodded on why he wasn't settled either, to which he joked about the trouble of finding a good man in the city. It was borderline flirty but stayed semi professional at the same time. At least until the fortune cookies came around. Quinn held one in each hand. "Pick one Boss."
Jason absent mindedly just snatched the one in her left hand. He cracked his open and just "hmph"ed. "So what's yours say Harley?"
"If you ask, he'll say yes. Kind of a weird fortune." She said "Why are you laughing so hard? It's not even funny!" Jason had lost it though. He just handed her his fortune. "Just say yes. Oh my god." she began chuckling. "That's too good."
They had a good laugh for a solid five minutes. When they started to come back around Jason looked at Quinn and asked, "So Harley, what's the question?"
The question came when she wasn't ready for it. The fit of laughter had her in a good mood and her recent dating woes had one thing on her mind. Without thinking, without time to stop herself she could only listen as the words came out of her mouth. "Will you fuck me?" Then reality set in. Dread replaced laughter. Panic drew in. "I'm sorry...that was...I shouldn't..." she tried to start as she jumped to her feet. She spun on the spot to flee out the office door and into the night but he caught her arm over the desk. She half turned back, still afraid to look into his eyes.
"Yes." That's all he said. That one word washed away the panic attack that was gripping her. Still she thought maybe she had stood up too fast and was now on the floor u*********s after feinting. This had to be a dream. She stopped moving though. Jason walked around the desk and stood in front of her. Still he didn't say any more. He put his hand on her check. She felt his warmth and began telling herself this couldn't be a dream, it felt too real. He leaned in and their lips pressed together. This is where she definitely would have woken up if it was a dream. This couldn't be a dream anymore. She let her lips part and felt his tongue snake into her mouth. He was aggressive but she liked it. She wanted more of it.
Almost as if he could read her thoughts, he obliged. His hands moved around her body, pulling her closer to him at first, then down her back once she was closer. They cupped her ass then squeezed. She moaned out of satisfaction of finally getting to live out this fantasy. His hands left her ass, moving up just enough to slide down the zipper on the back of her skirt. It fell to her ankles. His hands quickly made their way to her front and started unbuttoning her blouse from the bottom up. All the while their lips barely broke apart and their tongues continued to tango.
Her hands decided to do some work of their own. Her fingers fumbled around, finding his own zipper and pulling it down. She slipped her hand inside his slacks. She slid her fingers down his shaft and cupped his balls. In her hands they were a handful. She lightly massaged them against her palm, her finger tips tickling the under side of his sack, barely flicking into no man's land. He began to get hard, growing from her wrist up her forearm - stopping just shy of the inside of her elbow.
His hands finished unbuttoning her blouse then went back around her, but this time underneath the blouse. His fingers found the clasp of her strapless bra. As they popped it loose it fell to the floor exposing her in a manner she never thought she would be in this or any office. His hands started to come around to her front once again and her mind raced to thoughts of him playing with her breasts, tweaking her nipples, maybe sucking on them. But he broke away from kissing her with a devious smile upon his face. He placed his hands on her shoulders and began firmly pushing down on them, letting her know what he wanted from her without a word.
She quietly obliged, pulling her hand out of his pants and his cock along with it. She knelt down in front of him, eye to eye with the monster she had only dreamed of until today. She gave it a couple of strokes before pushing it upwards. She buried her face into his shaft and began lapping at his balls. She didn't stay there long though. Trailing her tongue along his shaft, she pulled back away, coming back to her original eye to eye position. She kissed the tip then looked up into his eyes as she opened her mouth and took as much of him into her as she could. She began bobbing up and down on his dick, working her mouth further and further down his shaft with every intake. Quickly she found herself with balls resting on her chin. She held it for a moment before completely pulling back and gasping for air.
He gave her no time to rest though. He scooped her up under the arms and dead lifted her from a kneeling position and plopped her ass onto his desk. He stole a kiss from her shocked and gasping mouth before pushing her back into a laying position. Rather than pull her panties down, he simply pushed them to the side and thrust into her hard. She let out a yelp of surprise that didn't seem to end as he began repeatedly thrusting into her as hard as he could. The desk rattled, almost seeming to want to tip back but held steady in place. After a few moments Quinn seemed to regain her composure. Her yelps turned to Yes's and she closed her eyes letting herself feel every inch of this moment. Then he suddenly pulled out of her. She was felt her elation deflate, thinking he had pulled out to cum. But instead he grabbed her by the hips and pulled her off the desk, flipping her at the same time. She landed tits down on the desk a little roughly. But she kinda enjoyed that too.
This time he pulled her panties down around her knees, completely out of the way. Then he thrust back inside of her just as roughly as he had before. Maybe more so. He continued pounding into her relentlessly. His thrusts definitely seemed harder from this position. With more of an upward thrust he was almost taking her off her feet. Or maybe it just seemed that way and she was just getting weak in the knees. She wasn't sure which and she didn't care. She closed her eyes again to return to her moment of zen. But he had other ideas. He brought his open palm down on her left ass cheek with what seemed like the force of a car on the highway hitting a bug. Her ass stung like nothing had ever stung before. She let out a delayed cry, but at that point the pain began mixing with her pleasure and it came out somewhere between a moan and a scream. Just as the pleasure began taking back over, he smacked the other cheek...
That time there was no mixture. It was just a moan. Maybe it wasn't as hard the second time around. Maybe it was just lack of surprise. But she was definitely into the second one. He smirked. This was not what he expected when he decided to fuck around in the office after Quinn insisted on staying, but it was a lot better than sitting around watching porn and jerking off behind her back like he originally planned. Now all that was left was to finish up and call it a night. He didn't think he had it in him to pound her harder, but he sure as hell could pound her faster, so he picked up the pace.
There was no denying Quinn could stay like this for a few more hours yet just enjoying herself, but Jason had picked up the pace. He was getting ready to finish. As lovely as having him inside of her was, if she wanted to make sure she got hers she might have to help things along. This was going to be a good old fashioned foot race. Well finger vs dick race. Knowing Jason, he was probably amused to no end by that very thought. So she slid her hand between her legs and started flicking and rubbing her clit as fast as it'd let her.
He saw her hand working away her clit and knew she had caught on already. But with his lead on her he was sure he'd still cross that finished line first. He could already feel it building. In no time flat he was ready to burst, holding onto the edge through sheer will power...at least that's what he was telling himself. When he felt like he couldn't hold on anymore he quickly pulled himself out as best he could.
She felt him pulling back quickly. Quicker than he had been thrusting in and out. She felt his shaft pulsing against her lips and knew what was coming. She was about to lose this race, she was just hoping he didn't lose the race he was running too. She felt him pull free with a grunt and then she felt the familiar warmth as he came on her lips, clit and hand. She wasn't done though and kept rubbing away, his cum now acting as a lubricant. The idea pushed her over the edge and her body shook as she let out one last moan and slowed her fingers down. She lay on the desk just soaking in everything that had just happened, ass still exposed. She was a hot mess at the moment but she didn't really care.
Jason finished tucking his cock back into his slacks and zipped them back up. "Miss Quinn," he said, back in work mode. "If you'll be so kind as to clean up this mess before you go. Also I think we are going to need to work more on this project tomorrow so you'll need to stay late again."
"Sure thing Mr. J." Quinn said, a dreamy smile on her face.
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