Christmas Overtime

It was done. I mashed the export button then slumped over my office desk glad I was finally free from this hell. ?Fucking finally!? I groaned and from the opposite side of the desk I heard a giggle. ?I guess that?s us then.? I pushed myself up and looked over my monitor at my co-worker Karen. It was eleven fucking PM on Christmas Eve yet she looked as fresh as a daisy in her tidy white blouse while I looked like a half-Japanese zombie. ?How do you do it?? I groaned. We both had been roped by the boss into working overtime because some dipshit screwed up a big order and we were the only two suckers who couldn?t play the ?I have a family? card. ?I guess I have a lot of stamina. That?s what my lovers tell me anyway.? ?Just kill me.? I slumped over the desk again. It was true that being single I had nothing better to be doing tonight other than wallowing in my own self-pity, but that didn?t mean I enjoyed being enslaved to work overtime. ?Look on the bright side Aiko,? Karen began. ?We have the entire office to ourselves with no supervisor.? Entire office? This small company only had the 6 th floor of this building. It wasn?t much to brag about. ?What about it?? I groaned back ?Well? we can do anything we want and nobody will ever know.? That lifted my spirits a little. I?m lying, that lifted my spirits a lot. Maybe it was because I was sleep deprived but I began laughing maniacally as hundreds of devious thoughts entered my head. With new found energy I was back to typing on my keyboard, typing faster than I had the whole night. Karen watched me curiously as I did something I?d always been tempted to do. I cranked çankaya escort my speakers up to full then pressed the play button on the video I had just loaded. I watched Karen?s expression as it took her all of one second to recognise the sound of a woman erotically moaning. ?Aiko!? She exclaimed calling my name. ?You know they monitor our browsing history right?? Shit I forgot about that. Fortunately there was a solution. Pushed my chair across to my neighbours desk, woke up their computer and soon the sound of another woman?s fake moaning was drifting across the floor. I didn?t stop there. There were twenty workstations on this floor and I moved between every single one of them, putting on a different amateur porn video on each. I even pushed Karen out of the way and gave her computer the same treatment as all the rest. ?See? Now they?ll have no idea it was me!? I yelled over what sounded like a massive fucking orgy. My plan was perfect, well to my sleep deprived mind it was anyway. ?If anyone asks, we blame each other and deny all involvement. They can?t punish us if they don?t know which one of us did it.? The perfect plan. ?Geez Aiko, you reeeally thought this through.? Karen didn?t hold back on the sarcasm. ?Still? I?m kinda getting turned on. I could have the best fuck of my life and nobody would be able to hear me amongst this.? She sucked her finger seductively and my eyes drifted down to the watermelons she called breasts stuffed into that blouse. My mind began to run wild and our eyes connected, bouncing our lust between one another. ?You know,? she began. ?The boss never keeps rus escort his door locked.? I knew what she was implying and we both gazed towards the end of the floor at the mahogany door marked ?President?. We practically barged through the door and I wasted no time claiming the boss?s leather reclining chair for myself. ?Karen hey, I need you to work overtime hey destroying evidence of my tax dodging hey, could you do that for me hey?? I imitated our boss mockingly and we both laughed. ?Oh Mr Spencer I don?t know, I have this itch under my skirt. I was going to go see a doctor about it.? Karen put on a cutesy voice that sounded oddly like a certain one of our co-workers, Stacy, who suspiciously spent a lot of time with Mr Spencer in his office. ?Oh come here hey and let me look at it hey.? ?Oh would you please?? Karen slid out of her shoes and climbed onto the sturdy desk, teasing me with a smile before spreading her legs to give me a full length view of her black nylon tights. ?Let me get a closer look hey.? I placed both hands of her thighs and brought my head in, poking my nose against the fabric covering her panties. ?I think I see the problem hey.? I pressed my finger against her snatch, rubbing it through the nylon. Her scent was too intoxicating for me to hold back any longer. I tore open a hole in the nylon then pushed aside her panties to give my tongue full access to her moist honeypot. Once I got a taste of her I became a ravenous beast, lapping at her juices as more leaked out. Karen arched back as I buried my face deeper between her legs, pushing my tongue as deep inside her eryaman escort as I could get it, moving it around to taste every part of her it could reach. ?Christ Aiko? you?re better than I imagined.? I didn?t say anything because then I?d have to stop what I was doing. I used my fingers to find and caress Karen?s sensitive spots as her moans joined the chorus of girls outside the office. Unlike them however her moans weren?t faked. I felt her insides tighten around my tongue as I drove her to a blissful climax. She cried out in ecstasy as a spray of juices squirted across my face. I finally removed my face from her sex and looked at the mess I had made. Ruined tights, a drenched desk and a girl who wouldn?t be walking for some time, I had to admit that I may have gotten carried away. ?I had no idea you could do that!? Karen panted, now collapsed over the desk. ?I?ve been trained well,? I teased giving her a gentle slap on the thigh. I let her recover as I returned to floor to quieten down the erotic noises still blasting from half the computers. I took a moment to look outside through the windows of our office, admiring the Christmas lights that lit up the streets below. As I stood there I failed to notice the girl creeping up on me until her hands gently grabbed her shoulders. She swung around so she was next me with both hands still gently holding my shoulders. ?You know Christmas a time of giving and receiving. You gave me, now how about I give you?? Karen kissed me on the cheek then slid away gently letting go. ?You know? I believe Trude left her office unlocked as well.? Trude was the strict Vice-President and the banisher of all that is fun. We tried her door and found it unlocked so holding nothing back we both entered with Karen beating me to be claiming her seat. ?Miss Hiyoshi, please take a seat.? Karen turned professional as she issued orders in the same manner Trude did.