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Friend’s is what we are and what we have maintained being…..at least that’s what I thought until last Thursday. When I missed work on Wednesday I thought you would come to my cubicle telling me how boring things were and filling me in on what type of workload corporate was dumping on us because of one of their errors. But when I see that you’re seated at my desk it startle’s me. You jump up and give me the biggest hug; squeezing me tight as you tell me how much you missed me. When I go to return the embrace I truly didn’t mean to brush across the top of your sundress covered ass but you literally have my arms pinned to my side. When I wrap my arms around you one of your friends pass by and tell us to knock it off, killing any type of lingering vibe that we may have had going.

When we unclench I have every intention of letting you know that you have a nip slip but my mouth could not form the words. If it weren’t for my eyes scanning your breast hungrily I doubt that you would have ever noticed. You putting your nipple away may have ended your spell on me but the day dreams had just begun. I can’t keep focus on my work as I keep waiting for you to walk around just to see your braless breast jiggle with your hardened nipples making the loveliest print in your dress. I just have to see both of them as I grab them in my warm palms and devour them. When you pop your head back in around lunch time you find it odd that I won’t slide out from under my desk just to chat as we normally do. Instead I keep turning my head around looking over my shoulder so I won’t expose my bulge and offend you in anyway. We are just “friends” but I want you so fucking bad right now and have no idea if the feeling is mutual.

At the end of the day with my briefcase in front of me we walk out of the office together and when you hug me I hug you back so intimately that you have to feel my manhood rubbing against your soft skin as we embrace. We part ways with you having the biggest grin on your face. The next day I receive another hug to start our day which is not normal but very welcomed. You continue to hold me moving your leg around in search of what you felt the last time. To this point I haven’t truly taken in what you are wearing but when I see your short skirt with no panty lines I give you what you have been searching for. You smile and tell me that you will see me before lunch. Once again I can’t focus as I watch you walk around the office with your breast bouncing and your skirt riding up your thighs and I have to see what lies beneath at this point.

As everyone breaks up into groups based on where they’re going for lunch you tell me to come with you. I ask if you’re getting something to eat you stare at my slacks and tell me no but you brought something for me to eat. You pull me into your cubicle and sit down as I sit there with a puzzled look. The look in your eyes is hypnotizing as you bite your lip and slide your skirt up your shapely thighs. You stop the material just at cusp of exposing yourself to see how I will respond to our offering. I peek out of your cubicle although I know that no one will ever visit this small cramped corner of the office. When I turn around assured that I won’t be caught devouring you I get down on my knees and you pull your skirt up to your waist as you adjust a towel beneath you. You smile shyly and tell me that you get really wet as my mind ponders why you’re draping your work seat.

As I inch closer to your steaming flesh you place your legs up on the arms of your seat and slide yourself lower as you hoist your wet puffy folds up to be tasted and parted with my tongue. I kiss my way up your calves and tease your inner thighs as you free your breast and begin to pull back the hood covering your throbbing clit. Your scent is intoxicating as I inhale you; my lips making their way to replace your finger. I suck you twice before swiping my tongue up between your folds and letting it flick against your clit like the wings of a hummingbird. I suck your clit again and you grab the arms of the chair as you stare at my head moving in the same motion that I’m licking you. You reach down and grab my hair making me lift my face so you can see how wet you have made my lips. Your breathing is deep and calculated as I begin to massage your breast and enjoy the heaving beneath my palms. As I rotate my fingers around your nipples I stiffen my tongue as you grind against my face. Your hips swirl like a whirlwind as you palm the back of my head and bounce your clip off my tongue like a real life vibrator hitting your spot over and over until you burst with wetness.
I French kiss your southernmost lips as the taste of your cum makes my tongue want to dart until I get every last drop. Your grip on my head subsides as I begin to kiss your thighs whisper how good you taste. You roll off of the chair completely satisfied with goofiest grin painted all over your beautiful face. You kneel next to me and slide your hand between my waistband as you grab me and stroke me for the first time. You look at me wide eyed as your mind makes up that I am indeed larger in your hand than what you felt pressing against you during our embraces. You tell me to stand as you slide my pants down and kiss my thighs and stomach. You feel my cock twitching in your hand and bouncing upwards towards your chin as you grasp the head and continue licking the v cut path of my groin. You smile as you realize that you can’t stop my girth from wanting to stick out firmly. You grab my thighs and stretch your lips over the large head as your tongue swirls over the tip. My thighs tense and you moan on my stiffened cock as your warm mouth sucks at me hungrily. You place one hand on my balls and gather them up so that your hand rest behind them. As you slurp your way down my length you stretch your tongue to lick my balls at the same time. I place my hand on your desk and the top of your cubicle as you pleasure my manhood. I can tell that you’re a pleaser because you moan more and more as my length is forced down your throat. You look so sexy with tears welling up in your eyes as you choose my dick over the air needed to breathe.

I push your hand away and fuck your mouth as you look me in my eyes. Sliding a hand between your thighs you begin to rub your fingers between your lips. Feeling yourself get wetter the more I pound your mouth as your other set of lips get prepared for the same treatment. I help you up and bend you over in your work chair as I grab my cock with one hand and your plump cheek with the other. Spreading you so that your lips part as my heat seeking missile dives towards your warm pink center. I sink into you feeling your walls yield to my head as I push further into you. You grip my length tightly as your nails dig into the chair. When I’m finally at a comfortable depth I make you kneel so I can kiss the back of your neck and massage your breast as I take you from behind. As you begin to slide up and down on me your firm breast feel so wonderful jiggling within my grasp. I begin to fuck you back nice and hard as you turn your head to kiss me. You’re engulfed in having all of me and lean forward so that you can throw that ass back. I grab your hips and watch my cock as you give it a nice shiny coating as I dive into your depths easier. I watch as your juices roll down your inner thigh as you match my stroke.

I lean forward kissing your spine as I lift one leg up on the arm of the chair. You arch your back and let me drill you as you moan so loud you would definitely get us caught by anyone who happened to stroll into the office. Your tits swing violently as I give you all of my length only pulling out of you enough to slam it back into you. Your hand flies back and you grip my wrist as your toes curls and you let out the sexiest high pitched shrill as I make you erupt once again. Your mini geyser drenches my balls in your juices as your roll out of the chair happily once again. Your eyes are locked in on my wet midsection and you clean me up while giving me the freakiest form of pleasure as you suck your cum off my cock and balls. I place you back in the seat the way you were positioned while getting your pussy ate. I place a hand on top of the chair and guide myself down into you. I place both hands on the chair so you can watch as I slide in and out of you. I notice how you like to watch what you’re feeling before you look up into my eyes lovingly. You smile and go back to staring at how good my cock looks as you wet me up. You lick your lips needing to taste me so I pull out and give your mouth three good strokes before sliding it back into you. You’re so turned on that you begin to rub your clit as I get really deep now. I let you taste yourself once again before kissing your deep as I go to work on finally getting an orgasm of my own. My balls slap against your tight little puckered asshole at the same speed that you rub your clit. You moan in my mouth as your body tenses and you clench my cock nice and hard. Your new wetness sends me into the rare feeling only described as perfect pussy. Your grip is perfect. Your warmth is perfect and the feeling of my swollen veins being massaged as they descend is perfect. I throb hard and rapidly as I grip your ass and pour my love into you. You continue rubbing your clit as my head pulsates and sends what fills like gallons into your tight passage. Your body shakes as you cum yet again. I look at you tired and exposed with your hair messy like you just had the life fucked out of you.


Before you can clean me up one last time our co workers return so I zip up my pants and go back to my cubicle with the scent of your sweet pussy trapped in my mustache. I hope that you have covered yourself by now as I imagine you still laying there with your dress around your waist and my cum spilling from your beautiful pussy. As the hustle and bustle gets back into full swing you walk pass my cubicle with a stack of folder under one arm as you suck on a lollipop. You give me a wink and as I stare at your ass in passing I notice that your thighs are wet and sticky. I smile and my cock is instantly hard all over again as I think about all of the different places around the office that we can sneak away to hide and have quickies. You just keep making sure that you come to work in short skirts with no panties.

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CHAPTER 9 - What A Tangled Web We Weave, When First We Practice To Deceive "Please Ellen, let's not tease about that. There is no way I am interested in some guy." "How do you know if you haven't tried?" George frowned as Ellen gave Heather one last examination then announced, "It looks like you'll pass girly muster. Tonight, is your first date with a man. I think it's important you are as attractive as I can make you. We certainly don't want him questioning your true gender,...

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Big things come to small girls with short skirts

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The dialectic Philosophers have worked with various formulation of the dialectic, comprised of: Thesis: an idea Antithesis: its negation Synthesis: resolution of the conflict. Georg Hegel used the principle but not the words, calling them concrete, abstract, and absolute. Karl Marx merged them with additional ideas of materialism, calling his synthesis dialectical materialism. They also occurred to me when appreciating a lovely pair of female legs. After a long day at the Newark...

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"I don't care who you screw over, but you can't do that!" It was a woman, middle aged by the sound of her voice, but feisty. "Listen, lady," the man said 'lady' with a sort of mocking reproach, "I'll do whatever the Hell I want with this place and you ain't gonna do jack shit about it." "Lady? Listen to me you sunuvabitch..." "That is it!" The man shouted, followed by what seemed like an eternity of screechings and hollerings, punctuated with the here-and-there...

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Life on the Run in Skirts Chapter 4

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Life on the Run in Skirts Chapter 10

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Life on the Run in Skirts Chapter 11

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Life on the Run in Skirts Chapter 19

CHAPTER 19 - Women are like police, they can have all the evidence in the world but they still insist on a confession. He inquired if he could come in. His intentions of looking for George were laughingly obvious. Ellen invited him in and led him to the kitchen table where she asked if he would like a cup of coffee. She began the process of brewing a pot. While her back was turned, he stood and asked if he could use the bathroom. Again, she was sure he was looking for evidence...

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Life on the Run in Skirts Chapter 26

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Life on the Run in Skirts Chapter 3

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Life on the Run in Skirts Chapter 5

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Life on the Run in Skirts Chapter 6

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Life on the Run in Skirts Chapter 7

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Life on the Run in Skirts Chapter 13

CHAPTER 13 - The Prince looked down at the prisoner, Who's this dirty slut? Off with his nuts! Off with his nuts! Ellen finally received an email from her husband's sister, saying the weather had cooled at home. Ellen began her plan to cross the border. She notified the resort they were leaving and they that would be losing their gringa maid. Ellen was pleased when the hotel manager said he would be happy to give Heather a positive recommendation. Her next stop was to find...

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