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Wednesday, December 26
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Wednesday, December 26 Peter had given the staff the opportunity to take the week between the holidays off, which meant that the office would be deserted. It also meant that the responsibility for making sure someone was in the office fell to Peter. One of us would join him. Last year, we had taken turns, which meant that every day we fucked on his desk. I volunteered to go first, so I was up early, showered, and ready to leave with Peter. My sweater was tight, black, my jeans were blue, and even tighter. I topped off my ensemble with three-inch red stilettos. "Ready to go, Stace?", he said, grabbing his briefcase. "I ", I said. "Make sure you bring something to do", he said. "You mean other than surf the web for porn?", I said. "Even that gets boring after a while", he said. We got in the car, headed into the office. Peter stopped at Starfucks on the way in. He got himself a cup of coffee, a caramel macchiato for me. "Do you think it'll be busy?", I said. Peter was quiet this morning. I wanted to break the silence. He rested his hand on my thigh. "I think it'll be dead", he said. I took his hand, slid it up my thigh. I could feel his fingers resting on my labia. "It doesn't have to be", I said, smiling. He looked at me, smiled back. "No, it doesn't", he said. We got to the office. He unlocked the door for me, held it open. I walked inside, turned the lights on, then walked through the office, turning all the lights on. Peter wanted it to look like any other business day, even though no one would be in. It wasn't quite eight o'clock yet. I got to Bailey's office, turned on her lights. I stood in the doorway, thought about the times she fucked me here. Oddly, I missed her, even though she was at home. I wondered what she and Liz were doing. I went to my work station, powered up my computer. I looked in at Peter, he was already reading emails, checking markets. I smiled. Normally this place is hopping by now. It was eerily quiet, like when we first started the firm. By 9:00 I was bored stiff. I worked on a crossword puzzle, read. The phone rang. It was a telemarketer. Peter was looking at his computer. I knew he was watching porn. Shortly after 10:00 the door opened. Kristin walked in. I looked up, she smiled at me. "This is a pleasant surprise", I said. "I was bored at home", she said, "so I thought I'd come in and see what was happening." "It's really dead", I said. "That can be fun too", she said. She stood at my cubicle. Her blouse was purple, open halfway to her navel, and tucked into her jeans. Her<b> boots </font></b>had a four inch heel. She was not wearing a bra. Neither was I. Peter got up and came to his door. His erection was visible. "Wow!", Kristin said. "Is that a penis in your pocket or are you just glad to see me?" "Maybe both", Peter said. "He was watching porn", I said. "", she said. "We should do something about that." "What if the phone rings?", I said. "Voice mail", Kristen said. We got up, pushed Peter back into his office and into his side chair. Kristen kissed me, her tongue in my mouth. I loved kissing her, had forgotten how much fun it was. We undressed each other. I lay on the couch; Kristen got between my legs, started eating my cunt. I looked up. Peter was stripping. His erection was prominent and massive. He positioned himself under Kristen. She sat on his face while licking me. We fucked for the next two hours. That's when the phone rang.  |
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