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The Office
As Julie ran across the street she heard someone
whistling at her. She turned around. A guy on a
bicycle grinned at her, cheekily.
Julie smiled to herself as she kept walking. She was
a lively in her early twenties with
shoulder-length hair. She knew she was good-
looking, even when she was just wearing jeans and a
t-shirt, like she was today.
A few blocks further on, Julie reached the office
building. It was an impressive tower of glass and
steel in the heart of the city's financial district.
She knew she just had a part-time job as a cleaning
lady to pay her way through college. But somehow it
felt good to be around the rich and powerful. It was
almost as if she was part of the scene. Almost.
Julie locked herself inside and took the elevator to
the eleventh floor where the company she worked for
had their offices. All was empty and quiet as she
walked down the carpeted corridor. In a closet, she
found the trolley, carrying the buckets and cleaning
utensils and rolled it towards the reception to start
there.
But on the way, she stopped. The entire building was
supposed to be empty on a Sunday, but she distinctly
heard sounds coming from Norstrand's office.
"Mmmm, yeah. Mmmm..."
The door was ajar, and Julie tiptoed closer and
looked inside.
Behind the big, black desk Norstrand sat in his
expensive armchair. At first he appeared to be simply
talking on the phone, but then Julie noticed that his
pants were undone. Norstrand had his cock out and was
calmly masturbating.
Phone sex. Of course, Julie thought.
Curiously, she watched Norstrand, as he stroked his
long hard cock before her eyes. He pulled back the
foreskin, making the head of his cock bulge, as a
drop of clear liquid trickled over his fingers. Eyes
closed, he moaned deeply to himself.
Julie was astounded. Norstrand was a well-paid
executive – a rather handsome, in his mid-
thirties. And here she was, a mere cleaning lady,
watching him masturbate.
This was weird. But weird in a kinky, exciting way.
As she watched him, she felt her nipples growing hard
underneath her t-shirt.
After thinking for a minute, Julie tiptoed into the
office. Norstrand was too absorbed in the phone sex
to even notice her.
Without a sound she knelt down in front of him. He
was still wearing his dark suit. His cock stuck out
from the open zipper – it looked even bigger, now she
saw it up close. Hesitantly, Julie licked her lips.
Then she opened her mouth and carefully took the head
of Norstrand's cock into her mouth. He gasped and
looked down at her in surprise.
Julie let his cock slide further into her mouth,
gently it. From time to time she let the cock
slip out from between her lips, letting her little
tongue lick the underside of the head. And then back
into the wetness of her mouth.
Gasping with lust, Norstrand was writhing in his
chair.
"Yeah," he whispered. "Suck my cock."
He grabbed the back of her head and began thrusting
his pelvis back and forth, making his cock slide in
and out of Julie's wet mouth in long, hard strokes.
Norstrand was pumping so vigorously that she let go
of his cock to gasp for breath. His rigid tool was
pointing straight at her, glistening with her saliva.
"Take off your clothes," Norstrand panted.
Julie stood up and started undressing. First her
jeans, then her t-shirt. She wasn't wearing a bra,
and Norstrand moaned lustfully at the sight of her
firm, round breasts. He sat stroking his erect cock,
watching her stripped down to her little white nylon
panties.
"Show me your pussy," he whispered.
Julie looked into his eyes, as she pulled off her
panties. Her was clean-shaven and she could
feel she was wet. Norstrand was moving his lips, but
his throat was dry, and he couldn't utter a sound.
"Play with your pussy," is what he finally managed to
say in a choked voice.
Julie sat on the desk in front of him, slowly licked
a couple of her fingers and gently began
masturbating. Norstrand stood up. His stiff cock
bounced softly as he moved – and it was pointing
straight at her.
"Yeah," he whispered. "Does that turn you on?"
"Mmm," Julie whimpered, leaning back on the desk.
She closed her eyes and eagerly massaged her
sensitive clit with one finger. Then, spreading her
legs, she slowly inserted the finger into her wet and
burning hot pussy.
"Oh, that's so good," she whispered, finger-fucking
herself.
Norstrand bent down to stare in fascination at her
pussy. The clear liquid flowed slowly from his cock,
and he was almost insane with lust.
"Goddamn, I'm gonna fuck you, baby," he murmured.
Julie looked at him in anticipation, as he slowly
undressed. Then he stood naked between her spread
legs. She felt Norstrand placing his bone-hard cock
at the mouth of her hairless cunt.
"Yes," she whispered. "Fuck me."
Grunting wildly, Norstrand pushed his hips forward.
Julie spread her legs as wide as she could, but his
cock only bored very slowly into her slit. Even
though she was dripping wet, her tender,
was still incredibly tight. Gasping furiously,
Norstrand grabbed hold of her thighs and finally
drove the entire length of his cock into her.
"Ohhh!" Julie screamed.
Norstrand froze for a few seconds, letting his cock
swell even further inside Julie's pussy. He was
sweating from the strain.
"I'm gonna fuck you now, baby" he hissed, and began
pumping his cock in and out of her in a steady,
powerful rhythm.
Julie felt the long, hard cock caressing every inch
of her with every thrust. She was squirming
beneath him, her orgasm approaching.
"Is it good?" Norstrand whispered. "Do you like to
feel the fat cock in your little cunt?"
The sound of Norstrand's lusty voice turned her on so
much that she came, suddenly and uncontrollably.
Julie screamed her orgasm and threw herself about, so
that he had to struggle to hold her down on the
desktop.
He didn't stop while she climaxed, instead he kept
thrusting into her pulsating as hard as he
could. But watching her orgasm had turned him on so
much that he could hardly hold his own
back. He felt the semen boiling in his balls and
forcing its way through his shaft.
Suddenly, they heard some one entering the office.
Norstrand looked up and saw that it was the president
of the company - a somewhat with gray hair,
wearing a gray suit.
Horrified, Norstrand pulled out of Julie and
feverishly tried to pull up his pants. But his
unmanageable cock kept sticking out, making it
impossible for him to zip up.
The president froze for a few seconds at the sight of
the naked, sprawled on Norstrand's desk.
But soon a dirty smile lit up his face.
"Sir," Norstrand stuttered, "Mr. President..."
"It's quite alright, Norstrand," the president said
calmly, walking right up to the disk. "The lady
seems to enjoy it. Isn't that so?"
"Yeah," Julie whispered hesitantly.
"Well, then fuck her!" the president laughed. "Take
out that of yours and fuck her, Norstrand!"
"Yes sir," Norstrand murmured and unbuttoned his
pants.
His cock was still completely hard and stiff, and now
he spread Julie's legs wide. He savored the sight of
her open, succulent pussy, before he grabbed his cock
hard and buried the entire length of it inside her.
Then he started fucking her, and this time it was a
hard and merciless fuck. Julie whimpered helplessly.
She felt Norstrand's cock plowing into her soaking
wet again and again, filling every inch of her
slit with each thrust.
The president had sat down in the chair and leaned
over to watch Julie's pussy. Norstrand's cock kept
brutally pounding in and out.
"Well. Do you like getting fucked, lady?" he
asked scornfully.
Julie could only give an exhausted gasp for an
answer. Norstrand sweated and panted as he fucked
her. And for the second time he felt his climax
approaching.
"Aaah," he gasped. "I think I'm gonna come!"
"Okay, Norstrand," the president said in a serious
voice. "I want to see you squirt in the girl's mouth.
Young lady: Open your mouth."
Obediently, Julie opened her mouth. And now she saw
that the president had taken his cock out of his
pants and was masturbating at the sight.
"Come on, Norstrand," he commanded. "Give her that
thick sperm of yours!"
Slowly, Norstrand slid his long cock out of Julie's
clean-shaven and stood next to her face. He
grabbed his wet, explosive cock and began
masturbating. Calmly and slowly he caressed his rigid
member, determined to savor every moment of this.
"Young lady!" the president barked. "Play with your
lovely pussy!"
Julie let her fingers stroke her tender clit, as she
looked up at the head of Norstrand's cock, bluish and
bulging, close to ejaculation. The clear liquid
dripped from its tip into her open mouth, letting her
taste Norstrand's cock on her tongue.
She heard the two grunting around her, making her
even hotter. Then Norstrand came.
"Ahhh," he roared as jet after jet spurted out of his
cock.
"Aim for her mouth, damn it!" the president shouted.
And though Norstrand was trembling with ecstasy,
seemingly out of control, he still managed to obey.
Julie felt one piping hot squirt after another
hitting her mouth, her tongue, her lips. Then she
heard the president getting up from the char.
"Get away," he ordered. "I'll fuck that little babe!"
Stumbling away, Norstrand collapsed in the chair,
while the president skillfully spread Julie's legs
wide and thrust his iron-hard, wide cock into her
with one powerful thrust.
"Ohhh," she exclaimed.
"Yeah," the president hissed. "That's a real man's
cock, isn't it, lady?"
He fucked her hard, in fast, deep moves. He let his
cock slide nearly all the way out of her and then all
the way in with every stroke.
Julie couldn't hold back anymore. A few more of the
president's thrusts, and the orgasm overpowered her,
a violent orgasm, almost making her faint, as she
held onto the desk with trembling hands.
Julie bit her lip so she wouldn't scream out loud,
but the president felt her sex muscles contracting
around his cock. He stopped fucking her and laughed
satanically.
"Well, well, well. The little lady thinks she can
come before we tell her to?"
Panting, Julie was still shaking from the final
convulsions of her climax.
"Maybe she doesn't know what the punishment is?" the
president whispered into her ear.
Julie stared at him, puzzled. What was he talking
about? What was he going to do to her?
The president withdrew almost completely from Julie's
slit and employed a new technique. Now he thrust
rapidly in and out in tiny strokes, only an inch
deep.
"Oooh," Julie howled, as the wide head of his cock
just barely pulled her labia back and forth, in and
out, again and again. Her juices flowed down the
inside of her thighs and onto the desk. Then she came
for the third time – even harder than before.
Exhausted, Norstrand sat in the chair staring at
them, his mouth open with amazement. The president
was in absolute control of Julie's body, driving the
young mercilessly from one orgasm to the next.
And he kept going, untiringly, ruthlessly, making
Julie shriek and cry out with pleasure as she came
again and again. All she sensed was his cock's little
furious thrust just inside the mouth of her pussy.
She felt like she was about to faint.
"Look at the little lady coming," the president
grunted. "She really turns me on."
Suddenly he buried the entire length of his tool in
Julie's and held still, holding onto her hips
with all his might. Dizzily, she felt its huge head
swelling even further.
"Ohhh, ohhh," the president roared as he began
ejaculating.
The cock filled Julie completely, and with
every muscle of her tender flesh, she now felt it
jerking wildly. Squirt after squirt shot from the
pulsating cock, pumping hot semen into her pussy. It
kept going, unloading powerful spurts of manly cream,
until finally, the president's climax subsided.
He held still inside Julie for a while, catching his
breath. His cock was throbbing inside her, while the
entire load of sperm began tricking down the
insides of her thighs. Then, slowly, he pulled out of
her.
"Norstrand," he asked. "Who is she, anyway?"
"Her name is Julie," Norstrand panted, still
exhausted. "She's the cleaning lady."
The president buttoned up his pants.
"Cleaning?" he murmured. "Well, do what you please,
young lady. But we're going to double your salary –
at least."
Then he left the office as if nothing had happened.
Julie stretched on the desk, sighing contentedly.
Then she got dressed, smiled at Norstrand, said hi
and left.
Norstrand was still sitting in the chair by the desk.
He was moaning weakly. It would take him several
minutes to get back on his feet.