Sunday Quickie: Requisition Order

I have this crush on a girl at work.

Well, okay, not just any girl at work. Lisa is the boss of my boss. Tough as nails, but cute as hell and twice as tempting. Short and Asian, with a Fargo accent. She wears short skirts with no pantyhose and thin white blouses. I can see her bra when she takes her suit jacket off.

One morning, much too early, she stood up behind her desk, planted her knuckles on the blotter, and leaned forward. Lisa stared me in the eyes, lips pressed tight together like she’s about to hand me a pink slip if I don’t chose my next words carefully.

Her blouse fell open, revealing creamy dark skin. I pry my eyes away from her cleavage and look her back in the eyes. But I look away first.

I already drank all my coffee, and tapped my fingers on the ceramic cup. Her coffee, which I brought to her, sat untouched and to the side, steam rising out of the cup.

She pointed to the stack of papers on her desk. “This requisition order is a month old,” she said.

“I know,” I said.

“You signed off on it.” Lisa had a bitter edge to her voice. That was her bitch voice. The voice everyone made fun of while at the bar over drinks, but everyone also feared.

A cold sweat broke out on my neck. My balls suddenly seemed out of place, caught on the wrong side of my twisted up boxers.

“Yes,” I said. “I did.” I felt as if I were admitting a mortal sin in the confessional box.

“Then give me one good reason why,” Lisa leaned even further, her beautiful breasts spilling out over the top of her blouse. “Why on Earth isn’t this requisition filled already?”

“Because,” I started… And every reason why that flitted through my brain fell flat. It was totally my own dumb ass fault, and I was in over my head. This was the end of the line for me, the royal screwing, and I brought it on myself. I loosened my necktie, and sat up a little straighter. “Because I messed up.”

Lisa straightened up. She patted her silky black hair. “Well,” she said, “that was brave of you.”

I took off my tie and unsnapped the top button of my dress shirt. I inhaled deeply. “Look, you’re going to fire me anyway.”

She held out one hand. “Let’s not jump to conclusions.”

I shook my head. “I’ve seen this coming for a year now. You want me out. And I’m okay with that. You know why?”

“Why?” She relaxed a little. A thin smile spread on her lips.

“Because,” I stood up, and planted my palms flat on her desk, “ever since I first met you in that tight little skirt, I’ve wanted to bend you over and fuck you like the cold hearted bitch you really are.”

“Now that’s jumping to conclusions,” Lisa said.

We faced off, eye to eye, over her desk. Must’ve only been a few seconds, but those seconds ticked by very slowly.

I was about to pull away, walk out of her office and never return.

And then she grabbed me by the face and kissed me. Not just a casual, hello-how-you-doing kind of kiss.

She sank her tongue into my mouth. I had long fantasized about this. How hard I’d be, what my next move would be, how I’d wrestle her on her desk.

Truth was a bit harsher. A cold sweat broke out all over. I trembled. I only stayed steady by keeping my palms on her desk. I was so scared, I thought I was going to be sick. Oddly enough, I still got a boner.

And then Lisa grabbed my collar in one fist and led me to the leather sofa by the corner window. I felt like a trapped animal. Completely at her mercy. I had never felt this worried and turned on at the same time. I never thought such conflicting emotions were possible.

She pushed me down on the sofa, and then sat next to me. “Do you want this?” she said. Before I could answer, she added, “This won’t affect your position at the company.”

“I…” I placed my hands on my knees, to hide the trembling. “I’ve long wanted this.”

“Good,” Lisa said. “Because I’ve wanted this since I first interviewed you.”

She ripped open my dress shirt. Before I knew it, she was all over me again, nuzzling my neck and tugging at my hair. I wrapped my arms around her. I grabbed her ass, something I’ve wanted to do so many times. She was firm all over, just like I imagined. Like she was made to fit inside my arms.

Before I knew what was happening, she was all over me. Sitting on my lap, rubbing her panties against my growing bulge, pushing her tits in my face. I grabbed hold of both of them. Just the right size for my hands and no bigger. I was eager to expose them. So I ripped that thin blouse open and nuzzled against her. Her perfume smelled fresh and heavenly, like I’d stepped into a candle shop.

In the back of my brain, I worried that someone might catch us. A dumb intern knocking at the door, or Lisa’s secretary with a phone call. Being on the edge of getting caught with her excited me in ways I never imagined.

Like being a kid necking in the basement with the hottie from school… But with much, much higher stakes.

And unlike the teenage hottie, this hottie from work knew what she was doing.

She knew how to be rough with me without going too far. A tug on the back of my hair to twist my head about. A light slap on the cheek. A bite on the lip.

And then she rolled off of me, and sat next to me. She slipped her panties off, and spread her legs wide. I was about to drop my pants, but Lisa pointed to the floor between her feet and I knew what she wanted from me.

I slipped between her knees. Her shaved pussy smelled more intoxicating than her perfume. She cupped the back of my head, and drew me closer. I didn’t resist. I nuzzled against her, licking and stroking her labia. Didn’t take long for her to swell and get wet. I sucked on her clit, and slid a finger inside her.

And when I found her G-spot, she let out a squeal I’m certain somebody in the neighboring offices heard.

I hooked my fingers inside her, gripping and ripping Lisa until she whimpered for me to not stop. Just to annoy her, I did stop.

And then she lifted me by the jacket lapels, and pushed me to the couch. Before I knew, she ripped off my pants and boxers. Lisa lifted her skirt above her hips. She climbed on top of me.

Then she reached between her legs and grabbed my cock. I slid into her. Once again, it felt like she was made to fit me, and I her. I slouched backwards on the sofa, and let her take control. And Lisa was a control freak about everything. I just never realized how freaky she really was.

She started slow, gentle even. Rotating her hips against my groin. She picked up the pace. Bouncing and grinding. Her hair tumbled into a beautiful mess that half concealed her face. She pressed against my chest. Our breathing synchronized, deepening and growing rapid.

And then she fucked me hard. Once again, I was certain somebody must have heard this. I was powerless to stop her.

In that moment of vulnerability, I felt more alive than ever. I felt almost powerful. I closed my eyes and gave into the moment.

Lisa’s pussy quickened and tightened around me. Her entire body shuddered. Right before I popped, she spat my cock out. I was afraid she wasn’t going to finish me off. I stared at her, desperate for release.

She got down on her knees, between my legs, and licked her juices off my cock.

A few licks and jerks later, I blew a gigantic load all over my dress shirt.

Lisa sat down next to me on the sofa, exhausted and spent. We sat in silence for a long moment. Her office smelled of cum and sweat.

I made a move to kiss her. To hold her. Lisa brushed me away.

“Get out of my office,” she said, the cold bitchy voice returning. But this time, it wasn’t so cold. She actually smiled. “And don’t come back until that requisition is done.”

“Yes, ma’am,” I said, winking. I left her on the couch, with her legs spread wide open and pussy bare. I closed the door behind me.

Good thing I kept spare dress shirts in my office desk. I also finished that requisition in record time.

And Lisa and I have been office fuck buddies ever since.

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Author: D. Anthony Brown

Writer of speculative fiction.

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