Katie was my new secretary. Her desk was at a right angle to mine so that she sat side on to me right in my field of vision as I tried to get on with my work. This I found quite hard because Katie could be a little distracting. Although her clothes made a nod to the professional, it was a little, how shall I say, slutty. Mind you she was the kind of girl who could have made twin sets and floral prints look slutty. She had long, dirty blonde hair and tits like boulders, the kinds of tits that would stand out from behind any kind of top and put sex on you brain. She also those pouty little lips that seemed made for no purpose other than to wrap around some lucky guys cock and suck his brain’s out.
Yes, nature had given Katie the body of a slut. But what God had given Katie had perfected. Today was unusual in that she wasn’t showing any cleavage. Most days I’d have to try my damnedest to keep my eyes away from the valley of breasts as they lay half exposed under her shirt. Once I’d been able to see her black bra peeking out from the white cotton as it pushed her twin mounds of flesh together in the most eye catching way imaginable. It was even worse as she leaned over my desk to show me a client letter or an invoice, her tits thrust into my face, inviting me to gaze down under the fabric which hung away from her body so that I could see the full shape of her large breasts straining against her bra. As she talked to me of mundane billing matters, I could imagine how her breasts would swing free if released from her bra. They would seem to fill my entire field of vision and there were times when my mind would be so full of them that it seemed entirely natural that they should be swinging free, that Katie would take off her bra as she leaned close to, so close that I could feel her breath on my cheek. That instead of getting her answer and going back to her desk she’d carry on leaning over even further, stick her tits in my face so I could lick and nibble on her nipples, feel them harden in my mouth. Having down that she would then lower her heavy breasts onto my cock, now miraculously free of my pants and rub them against it, push her titties into my cock and massage it until she’d pull away just as I came so I’d spray my seed all over those dirty great boobs.
Today instead she was wearing a tight pink sweater that came up to her neck. No cleavage was showing at all but the tightness of the sweater left very little to the imagination. But what was stopping me concentrating on the Johnson report was her skirt. Normally she’d go for plain trousers, focusing most of the attention on her chest. Although there were times when she bent over to look at some files that I could see the outline of her perky little arse straining through the fabric or the line of a g-string poking out over the top. I could feel my cock stirring against my leg as images came unbidden of me standing behind her, slipping her trousers and panties off over her hips, exposing her bare arse, feeling that cute little bottom pushed against my pelvis as I slid my hard, quivering cock into her tight, wet little pussy, fucking her hard from behind while she braced herself, bent over the filing cabinet groaning with delight as I shot my load deep inside her. In reality of course I’d just sit there fidgeting awkwardly hoping I wouldn’t get called away from my desk before my hard-on subsided.
The skirt she had on today was little more than a belt, barely even covering her white cotton panties, panties that I had seen flashing at me twice already as she crossed and re crossed her long legs, legs that I could just imagine spread wide open as I fucked her, her pussy warm and inviting as I filled it with my cock thrusting into her, my pelvis rubbing against her clit, her moaning as I brought us both to a climax. Today those legs were covered in sheer black stockings while suspenders stretched over an inch or two of exposed thighs, thighs that she should be pressing hard against my head as I bury my face in her pussy, sucking her clit and drinking her juices while she comes in my mouth.
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