Her arms laden with file folders and balancing a bottle of water, Molly made her way through the office maze. No stopping for idle chit-chat, not when a sticky note from Adam might be waiting. At long last she made it to her cubbyhole, dumped the files and looked for the note, a naughty message that would make Molly’s pulse race and her parts throb. She peeked under her desk blotter and spotted the yellow Post-it. Balancing a file folder on the desk to shield it from prying eyes, she read, “I want to bury my face between your legs. My tongue will . . .”
As usual, Adam hadn’t finished the note, but it didn’t stop the shivers from darting through Molly’s body. He looked at life with humor and freshness, and with sexy eyes to drown in. And he loved to tease her. They both had made it clear from the beginning that the notes were to pass the time at the office and nothing personal. Both had agreed. But there were times Molly would have loved to have Adam just once, or at least have his head buried between her legs, lapping up her juices. She ached to place her fingers between her legs. Even though he was a co-worker, Molly wanted to fuck Adam just once.
She stared at an insurance claim form, but didn’t see it. All she saw was Adam’s sexy taunt and imagined how he was going to end the note. Would his tongue probe her clit, or his cock pump her slippery slit?
Maybe his tongue would . . . A hand touched her shoulder and a deep voice whispered in her ear, “Molly.”
She squealed and knocked over her water bottle.
Adam chuckled and picked up the container. “Shhh.” He handed her a folder and winked. He peered around and leaned close to her. “No one noticed.”
“You scared me. I was . . . was . . . well, I was, uh, working. Yes, working.”
He shook his head. “You weren’t working. You were plotting your next note to me. Wondering how sexy you’d get. I could tell by the bead of sweat on your upper lip.”
Her cheeks grew instantly hot. “What if I was?” She felt flustered.
“Wait until you read the rest of my note.” He handed her a folder and winked. “Talk to you later. Or I should say, look forward to your reply.”
Molly watched him walk away: dark wavy hair, buff body and a great butt. Adam was definitely hot. She flipped back her hair and opened the folder to read his note. “My tongue will lap at your cream, while my fingers work you senseless, and then . . .” Her breath caught. The note had ended. She got out her sticky pad and thought about what she wanted to do to him.
“Dear Slave-master, and then, you take my heels in your hands and lift them into the air. You pry my thighs apart. We both watch as your gorgeous prick finds its way through my velvety muff to probe my pink petals. And then . . .” She wondered how grand and veined Adam’s sexy prick might actually be, and how heavenly it might feel inside her wet tunnel of love.
Molly stuck her sticky in a folder and left it on Adam’s desk. When she returned from the records department, she found another note: “I’m going to grouse in your goodie, first with my tongue and then with my cock, my pretty. I’m going to pull on your nipples and make your fabulous tits jiggle while I’m fucking you blind. Then I’ll pull my prod out of you so I can . . .”
Full. A second sticky continued with “. . . shoot my steaming jism past your belly against the underside of your dainty white titties like a loose fire hose, squirt, squirt. I might even fire a long shot between your pyramid tits at your round little dick-sucking mouth because I know you’re dying to swallow my creamy custard.”
Molly hurried to the restroom. She closed the stall door and pulled her pink thong to one side letting her fingers wiggle between her vaginal lips. She was already wet and easily inserted three digits deep inside her and pumped.
She pretended it was Adam’s tongue and it was hitting spots and doing things that she’d only dreamed about. His tongue was fucking her and his fingers were stretching her wide for the deepest penetration. Her breathing grew heavy as her orgasm swelled. She closed her eyes and frigged herself. She imagined Adam was impaling her on his big dick. She was riding him, his hands lifting her and pulling her down, each ridge of his monstrous weapon tugging at her inner folds. He would do her hard and fast, slow and steady. A hot wave seared through her body, making her legs quiver. She pinched her clit and shot over the edge to heaven. When she returned to Earth, she sucked on her fingers, just as she would if she’d been holding Adam’s cock.
She couldn’t help but let her mind drift back to when she first met Adam. She was surprised that he didn’t have a steady girlfriend. He was very good-looking. Dark wavy hair, brilliant blue eyes, well-toned body, and he had a wonderful personality. His mouth was sensual. She loved watching him talk.
He’d told her once she had a pixie face. He’d added that he couldn’t help but ogle her trim little body and hoped she wouldn’t be offended. She’d giggled and shook her head. She wasn’t offended in the least. She appreciated a man who would still state his feelings in this modern-day office environment where most were scared to death to look at another employee sideways.
When, on another occasion he’d said that it wasn’t difficult to imagine how her body must look stripped bare of her smart business garb and his hands touching her she’d actually had a tiny orgasm. From that moment on, she’d looked at him with new eyes. She was never sure what he would say next. Adam’s mind was a colorful palate when it came to conceptualizing a variety of circumstances to pass along. Sometimes she wished they’d quit pretending and just have sex. She wanted Adam in the worst way.
Then the sexy notes began. She smiled recalling the time Adam left his first note. He had merely drawn a smiley face and put his index finger across his lips. On the second one he wrote “I’m horny.” She’d giggled and replied, “Me too.” He’d studied her reaction, then written, “Let’s go” on the next one. She’d replied, “Stockroom?” That time he’d laughed out loud and scurried away before Mr Rutherford came out of his office. That was six months ago and the sticky notes were escalating in heat.
On unsteady legs, she stood and pulled up her thong while a bit of embarrassment tried to set in, but not too much to override the swoon of pleasure. She knew this note business would eventually lead to her and Adam’s union. The whole thing was too intense not to culminate in a real-world rendezvous.
Molly tried to calm down until it was necessary to deliver a file to Adam’s office. She entered with a sly smile wondering what fantasy his next sticky might lead her to.
As she laid the folder on Adam’s desk, he took hold of her wrist. “No more notes,” he said. “It’s time for the real thing.”
“Right here at work?”
“If we do go down, let’s go down with a bang.” Adam locked his office door. “Lift your skirt and bend over the desk.”
She complied. With only the thong as a buffer, she felt the chill the moment she tugged her skirt up over her hips. Cool air caressed her butt cheeks right before Adam’s hot hands squeezed her bare bottom. She thrust backward and he slid his fingers along the flimsy piece of silk and slipped the middle finger deep into her pussy.
This was much better than the restroom. “Yes.” Molly closed her eyes and enjoyed the sensation.
He breathed in the scent of her hair, nuzzled her neck, as he finger-fucked her to orgasm. She shuddered and clung to the desk to keep her body from crumbling. The sound of a zipper caught her attention. She thought about one of the Post-its Adam had sent about doing this very thing. She spread her legs wider without hesitation. She felt his cock rubbing back and forth against her pink petals. In one thrust, Adam slid home. His hands grasped her hips and he shoved hard, fast and deep.
He reminded her of a roaring lion freed from his cage when he jizzed.
“Think we can ever go back to notes?” Adam breathily asked with his cock still entrenched in Molly.
“Sticky notes are the furthest thing from my mind,” she said, still basking in the warmth of his spent juices mingling with hers. She reached her fingers between her legs and rubbed his cock.
“Oh, baby,” he growled in her ear.
She rubbed and rubbed, feeling him grow harder from her touch. Come coated her fingers and she sucked it off. “You taste good.”
Soon his thick prick sawed into her again, back and forth, side to side, the way only a very experienced cocks-man would know. Picking up speed, he fucked her fast. The force of his thrusts moved the desk as he sank deep into her recesses pressing against walls no other man had reached. She braced herself and pushed back. The only sound in the room was their breathing. He bit her neck while he shot another load into her.
Adam may have been finished, but Molly wasn’t. When he backed off, she turned toward him and slid down the side of the desk. She took hold of his glistening pleasure tool. She had felt its wrath, but hadn’t seen it until now.
His cock went with his body. It was a splendid thick specimen with large veins, right out of the pages of Playgirl. She happily took it into her mouth and cleaned it. She pulled it out with one long, lingering suck and admired it momentarily, her eyes dancing.
She figured Adam was done with her for now, but she was wrong. He stood her up, kissed her gently, but deeply, then reached down and helped her step out of her thong. He lifted her onto the edge of his desk. She kicked off her shoes so her toes could grasp onto the wood. From where Adam stood, the bottom half of Molly looked like a capital “M” with a wet and wanton slit at its “V”.
“If you were writing a note right now,” Adam asked, “what would it say?”
“It would say, ‘I want my pussy eaten by a stud that is as good with his tongue as he is with his big dick.’”
Adam pulled Molly’s ass to the desk’s edge and held her ankles to its wood surface so she could balance herself with her arms. His tongue probed her pussy lips, already tenderized. His nose titillated her clit. Waves of pleasure rippled through her lean body as Adam’s head bobbed between her thighs. His tongue parted her glistening labia and found the little man in the canoe. Molly knew she couldn’t scream out so she bit her lip and saw stars from the sting of both pain and pleasure.
He dug as deeply as his face would take him. Then he made a humming noise inside her. It was the greatest tickle she’d ever experienced. She had never experienced an interlude quite like this as his vocal cords vibrated down her opening, no less. Trying to command her feelings would have been folly. She instinctively knew her thoughts toward sex had taken a dramatic turn – the part of life dominated by Aphrodite, the goddess of sexual passion – something akin to deep mysterious woods through which most everyone passes. Finding one’s own means of navigation through each irreversible adventure could be like little jewels on the crown of life’s pleasures. It could also be a life-altering event, a driving passion beyond a heretofore choreographed center of control. For Molly the latter was true, and all because of this mouth-to-vagina pas de deux. She almost floated above this beautiful man, held aloft like a princess or a triumphant queen riding upon a living, tongue-cushioned throne. She emoted with a shuddery sigh of fulfillment making her feel like she was born for this moment.
Adam’s tongue flicked at Molly’s clitoris and feasted on her moist, inflamed petals. He slurped in her furry goody-bar while she moaned with new waves of enthrallment. She had never enjoyed sex more or felt more like gushing in delirious, melting pleasure upon a fire that consumed all else. She put her fingers in Adam’s hair and pulled his head back. “God, Adam. You’ve got to stop, baby. I’m going to burst and I don’t burst quietly. Suck on these for a while instead.” She quickly opened her blouse and pulled her breasts out of their cups.
He moved to them with a vengeance. He pushed the nipples together allowing him to suckle both.
“You’re so fucking creative,” Molly breathed.
“Do you think you can take me up your other orifice?”
She had fantasized about this, but never tried it. She felt no shame. How could she after her restroom hot flash. They were each other’s living, breathing, indiscreet sex toy for the moment, and experimentation was the lynchpin to new experience. The spontaneity of this whole affair made her want to experiment. “In for a penny, in for a pounding. I’m willing to try,” she told him.
Adam lifted Molly from the desk and stepped out of his trousers. For her, there had never been a day like this at work or anywhere else. She had finger-banged herself, been twice fucked over a desk, sucked a beautiful cock, gotten tongued out, and was about to take him in where no man had gone before. What a collaboration they had started. It was a regular magical mystery tour.
Adam spat saliva on his fingers and was about to grease Molly’s puckered rectum.
Suddenly, the phone rang. The couple turned into statues.
Adam grabbed for the phone trying to sound calm as she listened. “Yes, sir, Mr Rutherford. I’ll take care of it.” He hung up the receiver. To Molly, he said, “This is a sticky wicket, my love. An account needing immediate attention, I’m afraid.”
The couple hurriedly put their exposed parts back into the proper places and smoothed out the wrinkles in their clothes. They cleaned the pussy juice and jizz off each other’s face with a Wet-One.
“I desperately want to finish this little piece of business. How about your place tonight?”
“Of course,” Molly said. “Now that we’ve begun . . .”
Adam left with a smile.
At ten that evening, Molly’s front doorbell rang. She opened it and ushered in her caller. She almost fell into Adam’s arms as if they had been star-crossed lovers for years.
Adam pulled her close and kissed her passionately. “I don’t know about you, but I think we both have on way too many clothes.”
Grinning, Molly whipped off her top and shimmied out of her skirt.
“Aren’t you a saucy wench? No bra or panties.” Adam tugged on her nipples and rubbed his finger through her pubic hair before he unbuttoned his shirt and dropped it on the floor. He kicked off his shoes and reached for his belt.
“Stop. Let me remove your trousers.”
Adam’s eyes sparkled as he nodded.
Molly unbuckled his belt and unzipped his zipper. She hooked her thumbs into the waistband of his slacks and briefs and pulled them down. Adam’s one-eyed tool sprung forward to greet her. She knelt down and eagerly took him into her mouth until her nose nuzzled his pubic hair. When it grew too large for her to suck all of it, she licked it from base to tip. It rose like a drawbridge and twitched like a pigeon landing on a live wire. With her tongue, she teased his purplish knob, delving into the eye slit and lapping at the pre-come pooling at the tip.
Adam ran his fingers through Molly’s curls while she sucked. Then he clamped down on her shoulders and said, “Honey. Honey, stop. Stop.”
“What? Did I do something wrong?”
“Oh, no. You’re doing everything right, but I want you on that bed in the other room.”
She looked up. “Fine, Adam, but my territory now, so my rules.”
He smiled. “I’ve always loved your independent nature. I’m happy to have it your way, just like Burger King.”
In the her bedchamber, Molly asked, through lips that were pink and moist, a match to her vaginal lips, “Are you ready to fuck me like a thoroughbred stallion kept away from the mares for too long?”
“After today’s warm-up, I have the lust of ten men.”
“Let’s see what you got, mister.”
Adam’s penis seemed to be drawn to Molly like a magnet, a divining rod looking for the proper place to find water. He lifted Molly’s tight fanny and dropped her onto his swollen, straining prod. Her sheath slid down nicely on his saliva-covered sword.
They moved around the room in an erotic, naked tango until he climbed on the bed with her still attached to him. She unleashed an excited little scream of delight and wrapped her ankles around his waist. She rode his large veined shaft with reckless abandon, grunting on each downstroke. She was going the get the most from this man she had fantasized about for so long.
They pumped away, up and down till Adam’s sweat dripped like raindrops on Molly’s ample breasts and her legs slithered against his hips. She detected his animal scent, heavy, forbidding and yet irresistible. She imagined him taking her as bounty, spreading her open and putting his mouth on her yet again, supping from her horn of plenty.
He rolled onto his back without their separation. He wanted her in every position. A sparkling rivulet of perspiration oozed in her cleavage as she bucked and waved one arm in the air like she was aboard a barroom bull.
Molly’s breasts danced with a life of their own as the couple vibrated, giggled and finally trembled in the throes of unmitigated lust. They were both racked with a spontaneous, bone-jarring, flesh-chilling orgasm. Her thighs tightened and her legs shook. Finally, she melted against him like warm butter.
Adam’s dick had spit inside her but his passion remained unabated. He continued to ravish her with randy lust. Molly tore her eyes from Adam’s handsome face and looked down to where the hot and heavy action was taking place, to where his stallion cock slipped in and out of her, rubbing against her pussy while his balls banged against her ass. It was hard to believe that his fleshy tube could so easily slide in and out of what looked like such a small space.
While her calves rode high on his shoulders, he watched her honey melons jiggle to and fro, round and round, with each blast from of his cannon.
Back at the office, he had loved snorkeling into her crack, sucking hard on the boatman within her canoe and covering his face with her juices. Eating her fur-lined, perfumed flower had been exquisite, but this was even better. No fear of being interrupted by co-workers.
“You want to try our unfinished office business again?” Molly suddenly asked him.
“Your house, your rules.”
“I feel adventurous. Just prepare me a little.”
Adam pulled free of Molly and flipped her onto her knees. With her fanny up, he admired Molly’s puckered sphincter and, just below it, her bright pink vaginal lips that smiled sideways at him. He was mesmerized by their amazing sensuality. They were trimmed by two parallel rows of light down that ran along the edge of the tight cavity that divided her body into halves and led to her golden fleece – the place where all journeys should end. The fleece sparkled like morning dew with the natural lubrication they had manufactured. Her dainty rectal orifice would be more of a challenge than her vagina, could be another sticky wicket in fact.
“Don’t be shy. Spit on it and slip it in, sailor,” she laughed. “I want you in every orifice I have.”
“My mast is still at full sail. You asked for it, you got it.”
The touch of his hands spreading her knees apart made Molly feel like a ripe piece of fruit about to be cut open, a virgin at the altar of sacrifice. The head of his penis slapped against her inner thighs and skimmed over her triangle of hair as if it was knocking on a door asking for permission to enter.
“Pray enter, my handsome spirit,” she whispered desperately.
Adam squatted on the balls of his feet. His dick was still well lubed from Molly’s pussy. Still, he applied saliva and wondered whether he should feed his cock into her a little at a time or give it to her quickly like the shock of jumping into freezing water. His knob teased the rim of her “outie” then he plunged inside. She flinched from the sudden and new sensation, but soon, and to her amazement, he slid inside her ass as easily as he had her vagina. He then doubled her pleasure by pulling out of one place and returning to the other every few minutes to give the two orifices pleasure in equal measure.
Once their ships united in a complementary rhythm, a motion on the ocean of crazed delight, she soon forgot any fear of losing his satisfying weapon while he swapped out targets. Slowly, rhythmically, he pumped her with ecstasy. Except for their oral pas de deux, any pleasure she had known in the past paled in comparison to what she now experienced due to her lover’s skill. The difference between Adam and other men she had known was clear now. It was the difference between an overcast sky and one full of stars, between keeping warm by means of a thin blouse or by a toasty, fur-lined jacket or a hot, swirling, naked dunk in a hot tub.
His cock accomplished even greater depths without pain, only excruciating pleasure. He knew how to facilitate her concept of becoming a purely sexual being. She wanted to die if she had to with this maestro of carnal love deep inside her, pumping, unrelenting.
Adam grabbed a handful of Molly’s auburn mane and rode her like a charioteer. He slapped her ass and watched the cheeks inflame as he rammed his cock between the two lovely mounds of Molly’s flesh. His hands wandered from her hair and reached for her breasts, which hung down like two water-filled balloons, skimming the bedspread, making her nipples stiff. He squeezed, wanting to taunt them as he banged away, his balls flopping against her furry muff.
“Do me good, my love. Pound my mound until I see fireworks,” Molly grunted encouragingly.
He spread her cheeks further apart and arched his back for the deepest penetration possible, feeling as if he was mounted on the winged Pegasus riding into the heavens.
She screamed with fiery passion imploring him to never stop. “When you’re ready to come, come on me, Adam, like in your note where you splash all over my tits and face.”
The tightness of her could allow him to come at pretty much any time. He took a final look at Molly’s fleshy orbs. He knew he had enough fresh come in him to fill her up, but her suggestion would be more fun. He pulled his cock out of her and held it. She bumped into his knees but managed the quick flip just in time. With a tremor of exaltation, the slit on Adam’s helmet opened and unleashed a torrent of stirred and shaken whipped cream to douse her fire. His first volley scored a direct hit on the underside of her right nipple. He fired a second shot that wasn’t dead center on the left, but close enough in the heat of passion. A third shot pooled in her navel, becoming a natural reservoir for his issue. Three more squirts dribbled harmlessly above her downy pubis.
Molly sighed with satisfaction as she wiped his semen from the bottoms of her breasts and spread it over her torso. She exhaled a long and satisfying moan. She liked him inside all of her openings where his cock was safe and warm, but she also liked his milky juices on her body. She would have gladly swum in a river of his come and wished that her breasts were full of milk so they could give him nourishment.
Adam slid his face back between Molly’s thighs for a slice of hair-pie. Molly ran her sticky fingers through Adam’s thick waves of hair and lifted her legs skyward in invitation.
“This is my dessert,” Adam told her. He felt sure he would never tire of watching Molly’s beautiful tits jiggle with every trust his tongue or cock might make. As he burrowed deep into her vagina, experiencing that sweet nectar, he thought about asking her to play Carnival, a game where she would sit on his face and he would guess her weight. But there was plenty of time. They were a team now. As Molly moaned softly, he planned on many late-night snacks.
Finally, she crawled down to his belly, purring approvingly about his prowess. With his mast happily deflated, she proceeded to munch on his flaccid penis and lick his balls. He watched her breasts bounce proudly as she went about the task of soothing his sleepy prick. The sight of her perky, turned-up nipples and her rhythmic, undulating pelvis with that fair beaver pelt covering her slit could have brought many a limp dick back from the dead. He praised the heavens that she had chosen him for such intimacies.
“Life is good,” he told his insatiable new lover.
They drank some Merlot and made love one more time. Their night had been everything Molly could have imagined. Adam had exceeded her expectations. Although it was hoping for a lot, she only hoped their relationship at work wouldn’t change.
Molly found a Post-it on her desk the next day. “Red Rover, come over,” it read.
When she entered Adam’s domain, he was sitting on the edge of his desk. “Thought you might like strong coffee and a Danish. Might help us get through a busy day after such little sleep,” he said.
Molly, no longer worried about her and Adam’s notes or antics, walked up to him and unzipped his trousers. “How about some breakfast sausage with my Danish and coffee?”
“I feel more like a sour cream burrito full of hot sauce.”
“I love both.”
“From now on, you’re in charge of all dining decisions, my darling Molly.”