It was Friday and Trisha was bored. Actually she was on the verge of suicide unless something happened pretty soon. It was three o’clock and she wished nothing else than it would be five so she could get on with her life.
She was sitting by her desk fighting hard not to fall asleep as she polished her nails. Her employment was a joke; she had no important tasks to finish. All the silly things she needed to do this week was done and she could have left well before lunch, she could have left well before Wednesday as far as she was concerned. She would have, if it weren’t for her boss. He was an idiot that really believed that what management told him really was something to get bothered over. He took his job very seriously. Now Trisha was stuck here when she could do anything and it would be about one hundred times funnier, and another hundred times more meaningful.
Trisha sighed and threw the nail file aside. Her head fell heavily on her arms splaying long wisps of her smooth light brown hair over the tabletop. She stayed in that position.
“I hate life,” she moaned loudly, sighed and got a bit more comfortable on the desk.
“I hate this shit,” she mumbled as a misty thought about maybe she should get her head up off her arms crossed her mind.
Suddenly she snapped up in sitting position as the door to her office banged shut. She had fallen asleep again and inside the door was the dork, Joshua, her boss, standing with arms crossed and a wide grin on his face.
“Now, now, Miss,” he said with slow confidence, as his grin grew — not actually wider but more evil. “You’re not sleeping, are you?”
The bastard is actually licking his lips, Trisha noted and decided there and then that she just had to get back at him regardless of the cost.
“I have already told you,” Joshua continued while mentally rubbing his hands, “I do not find your total lack of interest the least bit amusing.” He was leaning against the door post, his lips curved up in a very content smile.
“I’m sure,” Trisha answered carelessly as she placed her feet on her desk and wondered how she could take out her revenge on Joshua in proper measures. “He’s a dickless bastard…” she thought and noticed the clock on her wall. A broad smile spread across her face. “Or was he?” She had the perfect revenge in store for this idiot.
Joshua was now dumbfounded by the fact that his newest employee didn’t seemed the least bit scared of his power over her existence or non-existence on the company.
“So what,” Joshua thought. “I have the authority to treat her as she obviously deserves.”
Trisha didn’t read Joshua’s mind, she didn’t even care about his thoughts, if she even believed there was any. Instead of getting all dreadful over Joshua’s power she leaned back in her chair and gave him the most wanton smile she could.
“You know what I am doing this time on Fridays?”
“Uh, no”, Joshua answered and took a step backwards, bumping into the door post. This was not going the way he had planned it.
Trisha got up from her chair and walked over to Joshua, resting one hand on the wall behind him when she leaned close to his face. Since Trisha was tall and Joshua was short they where face-to-face now. Joshua looked into Trish’s eyes quite a bit alarmed.
“Miss Milroy,” he mumbled after clearing his throat.
“I use to sit here in my office,” Trisha said without paying any attention to Joshua, “and think…” her fingers were playing with the buttons of his shirt now, “of how I will go out this night…”
“I’d appreciate…” Joshua started but he swallowed his words as Trisha stepped even closer to him now pressing her whole body — from her full breasts to her firm thighs — against him. The ambitious junior manager wet his lips and tried to talk again, but Trisha was way ahead of him.
“And get some of this,” she grunted between gritted teeth and grabbed his cock through his pants.
“Miss Milroy!” Joshua cried and tried to fend her off.
“Have you got any idea how this boring company makes a live and horny girl like your innocent Miss MilROY here feel?” Trisha continued well able to keep Joshua in her grip.
“Ahh, M…Miss,” Joshua tried to answer as she apparently waited for his answer. She was still holding his cock. “Aah,” he tried again. “No idea… can you please…?”
“Wanna know?” Trisha answered and stepped even closer to him. “Wanna know how hot I am right now? Josh?”
Joshua suddenly stopped and smiled at her. “You’re going to show me how hot you are?” he asked.
“Wanna fuck me? Josh? Here on my boring desk?”
“Sure I wanna fuck you,” Joshua started his self-confidence coming back. “But not at…”
Joshua’s words turned into a squeak as Trisha grabbed him by his balls and his collar, spun him around and pushed him backwards the few meters to her over-dimensioned desk. Pens, papers and other office utensils flew across the room as Joshua fell backwards down on the desk. Trisha jumped on top of her shocked and stunned boss and started tearing his shirt open, buttons flying in the air.
“I’m gonna let you know how upset my pussy gets over this place right now,” Trisha grunted and started pulling at Joshua’s fly zipper.
“Please! Please! What ever you want, but not here!” Joshua pleaded on the verge of tears.
Trisha stopped for a second.
“Please?” Joshua added.
Trisha continued ripping his fly open. “Nah, I’m horny and I need to fuck right NOW!”
“Please”, Joshua moaned. “Mr. Miller will be here in a few minutes…”
Trisha stopped again, Joshua’s pants now halfway down his thighs. She looked at him with a mischievous smile and sparkling eyes. “I know.”
“Oh no,” Joshua groaned.
Mr. Miller was not Joshua’s boss or even his boss’s boss; he was the owner of the whole company. Actually Mr. Miller was the owner of a bunch of companies, and now he was going to inspect the sales office in downtown Manhattan and he would find one of his junior managers involved with a newly employed assistant, on her desk nonetheless.
“No! God! Please!” Joshua was fighting to get free for real now but Trisha just grabbed on to him hard and kept her grip until he worked himself tired, which took about a minute and a half of struggling.
“Office rat,” Trisha chuckled and grabbed his cock.
“I’m fucked,” Joshua whispered with panic.
Trisha grinned at him and jacked him with fast efficient movements. “Soon, Josh boy. Soon.”
“Oh please! Please!” Joshua moaned. “Please no!”
“Please yes!” Trisha hissed lasciviously and pulled up her skirt.
They both stared at her naked pussy, Trisha with satisfaction, Joshua with terror.
“Ah well”, Trisha sighed. “I guess I’ve planned something like this since the morning…”
Joshua moaned and fell back down on the desk hard.
“How can I appease you? Anything? Money?”
Trisha laughed hoarsely at that while she trapped his half hard cock between his belly and her pussy.
“By fucking me, Josh boy,” she mumbled. “By fucking my pussy till I scream… That’s how you’ll appease me…”
She started riding him with undulating hips and in a few seconds of this titillating stimulation none of them was seriously considering anything else any more.
Trisha moaned and started grinding at his cock for real and Joshua gave in to his increasingly insisting desires.
“My god,” he moaned.
“Do you like my hot, wet pussy?” Trisha cooed as she kept grinding.
“You’ll kill me,” Joshua groaned.
Trisha got up, squatted over him and grabbed his cock.
“Let me kill you by drowning,” she smiled and slid his cock into her.
She took him to the root with one smooth shove and Joshua lost all control, tensed his body in an arc and pushed his hips up at her hot grasp for all he was worth.
“That’s it”, Trisha encouraged. “Fuck me hard!”
At that Joshua started pounding up at her so hard and fast that she could only hold on as the sound of the squeaks from the far from solid desk mixed with flesh whacking into flesh and the rising whine of lust and excitement from Trisha.
“Uhhh!” she moaned. “Shit! Shit! Yes!!”
Joshua stared up at her with wide-open eyes as he kept pounding for all he was worth. His cock had never been this hard and hot ever before. It was like it was made of stone, burning stone. The sensation of Trisha’s slick, tight pussy was incredible as it caressed his length over and over again.
Trisha felt Joshua’s cock bore into her as climax built and built and kept building. She could hardly believe it could be this good but she knew why it was; “Mr. Miller” was on his way this very moment. She vaguely wondered if any members of the board would be with him. That would be hilarious.
Joshua uttered a hoarse moan and she felt how his cock grew even wider.
“Oh my god!” she moaned as the dam that held her own orgasm started crackling.
Right then they both jumped at the sharp bang of Trisha’s office door being shut. Joshua snapped his head up and looked past Trisha.
“M… Mr…. Mr. Miller…” he stammered and tried to push Trisha away.
Trisha didn’t turn to look. She already knew what was going on behind her back. She could see precious “Mr. Millers” expression as clearly as if she’d been looking straight at him. She would have if she hadn’t been so close to coming.
She dug her fingernails into poor Joshua and with a loud grunt she started to pound his cock deep, fast and hard into her pussy. It took only a moment before she cried out as she climaxed, then only seconds later she had another, smaller orgasm. Just as she did she could feel Joshua’s cock spasm in her and suddenly her pussy was filled with his cum.
Trisha felt as if her whole body was flooded with boiling soda water and she gasped as she felt like the soda was surging through every part of her body before it gathered into a huge chock wave right where Joshua was pumping jet after jet of hot burning semen into her.
Finally Trisha groaned and fell down on her knees before she collapsed in a heap on top of Joshua. Her body was shaking uncontrollably.
For almost half a minute no one moved or said a thing. The only thing that did happen was that Joshua’s cock shrunk with incredible speed and slipped out of Trisha’s pussy. A flood of sperm followed.
“He can see it all just in front of his nose,” Trisha thought. “Serves him well for having this shit boring company.”
“Well,” Mr. Miller, a distinguished elderly gentleman in a spotless dove gray suit, said, clearing his throat. He added dryly: “Done?”
Joshua was shutting his eyes hard, seemingly trying his best to faint. Trisha climbed off of him and looked down on his shrunken flaccid cock.
“Doesn’t seem better, huh?”
“Patricia Maria Miller,” Mr. Miller said, fighting hard not to roar. “Get out of here and get yourself cleaned up. You are fired!”
Mr. Miller sighed and added. “For the fourth time…”
“Sure dad,” Trisha said, trying not to smile as she left the room. She was pulling her shirt down with one hand as she tried to prevent Joshua’s cum from ruining her stockings with the other.
“I’m after all going out tonight,” she thought, “but I could stop at the apartment on 22nd and change.”
As she passed her father Trisha stopped and looked up at him from her half bent position. “Maybe you should just let me have a normal life without any work?”
“We’re not going to have this discussion now!”
Mr. Miller roared this time and Trisha thought he was probably right and left the room.
Joshua had opened his eyes now, and was half sitting. He was shaking. His mouth was an open hole, and his eyes were jumping from Mr. Miller to Trisha and back.
“D… Dad?” he stammered.