It’s been bloody manic the past couple of weeks with all the refurbishment work going on in our office. it’s down to yours truly to keep things running smoothly, getting the work done on time plus keeping everybody happy. Impossible, to try and get all the upgrade work completed in near silence!

“Ask them to hammer quietly,” my boss expects of me me. I can’t quite believe these words have actually been spoken to me. Hammer and quietly don’t go together neither does drill quietly. For fucks sake, I’m the Office Manager not a bloody miracle worker. Sounds quite impressive ‘Office Manager’ I suppose it is as I’m only 24 but in reality, it just involves running around like a headless chicken all day. Trying to appease my narcissist boss and all the other cretins who work here. To be honest having ‘normal’ people come in and do proper work has been quite refreshing. Everything is nearly completed and only some final cabinets and shelving are being fitted in my boss’s office. This must be done when they are out with specific instructions for me to make sure no mess is made, everything is left in place as it was. No pressure then.

It’s getting late and it’s going to be another late night by the looks of things. I phoned my boyfriend wanting to have given him the good news. He needed to cook dinner again. This did not seem to had gone down too well. Probably like the meal, eating it later if his last few attempts at cooking are anything to go by. I find it impossible to screw up with rice or pasta for someone who goes on about how intelligent he is, he seems to find numerous ways to prove otherwise.

I did not have time to argue with him as I needed to supervise Liam’s work in my boss’s office, which at the time seemed far more appealing. Liam has made quite an impression, and I don’t mean with his carpentry skills (although I’m sure he knows how to saw screw and drill. Liam is a bit of a player according to Denise the office slut (that’s not her official job title of course but probably a more accurate one than her actual title of ‘Comms Manager’). She has told me how she would like to be communicating with Liam, the content, oh my G, I’ll admit, the degree thereof, did make me blush.

I’ve been making even more effort on the office attire since our temporary guests have been in the building. My skirts have got a little shorter, a little tighter, my blouse more translucent and maybe an extra button undone. Heels have been the norm which is mad, considering all the running around I’m having to get done with. My long blonde hair is still pinned up though, as I still need to keep some professional aspect to my appearance.

I walked into the office and see Liam screwing away, fortunately it’s a shelf unit and not Denise! . We seem to have something in common - a love of tight clothing in the office! He’s certainly looks fit from the way he fills out his t-shirt and then there’s his trousers. This is what had Denise salivating. They are also tight (everywhere) especially where it counts. It leaves little to the imagination. I must admit I didn’t know they came in that size - I think I’m being short-changed!. I usually take my glasses off when I speak to Liam, so the tightness in his groin region is more blurred and keeps my blushing down to a minimum.

He smiled at me as I watched him work and it suddenly felt very warm in the office space.

“Nearly finished,” he said, “a bit more screwing and then all done,” he winked, I blushed (and flushed).

“Can I do anything to help?” I asked. like dumb blond.

He walked over to me, took my hand, keeping eye contact. He runs it over the front of his trousers, and I follow the protrusion down his left leg. Blimey, it really is all cock. For some reason I don’t flee, screaming out of the room, instead trail my fingers back up the lengthy shaft from tip to root. I think my glasses steamed up as he moved in even closer owning a kiss. I shut my eyes and savor his fragrance, touch of his lips, quite a light kiss but he quickly followed up with his tongue probing. I allowed him to invade my mouth. His right-hand slides down and palms my mound through my skirt eliciting an audible groan. His hand moves down to the hem of my skirt and then up the inside of my thigh.

“I’ve been wanting to get up here ever since we arrived, all the boys have, but it seems I’m the lucky one,” he informs me. I feel his hand slide onto the bare flesh above my hold ups and he wastes no time in cupping my pussy. Oh, that feels good, so good. I do like a strong hand and his fingers are soon delving inside my knickers finding my seemingly slippery slit.

I could feel him push a couple of fingers up inside me to the hilt after which he starts to give me a proper fingering. Somehow, despite the overwhelming feeling he was giving me, I managed to unhook and unzip his trousers to get my first proper feel of his fleshy hot cock. I sensed it needed to escape its confinement to grow to full length and already it felt far more than a handful.

“Seven and a half inches,” (19cm for the metricated reader) Liam advised me as if he was reading my mind.

“Okay,” was my only reply as I let my hand carry out a proper surveillance of hes piece of meat. I could hear myself squelching from the work he was doing between my legs. I was leaning back on the desk to try and steady myself, but it just meant he had even easier access to me, my legs were wide open, and I was loving everything he was doing. He got me right to the edge, gasping, groaning, squealing and then his fingers were gone.

“I’m going to fuck you senseless; you need a proper seeing to, we’ve all been saying it. You can call it my going away present.” He said as he pulled my ass to the edge of the desk where he then tugs my lacy knickers aside and zero in on my gaping slit. It slides in surprisingly easily considering the size. Well, I thought it did, but he informed me there’s still a couple of more inches to fit in. I could feel Liam pull back before pushing home a little harder and continues this until I have taken all 7 1/2 inches. I was close to climaxing again, as he held it fully inside my stretched pussy. Though a couple of quick thrusts taken me past the point of no return, and I felt myself come all over that lovely cock. I was ready for a rest and time to savor the delights of that very enjoyable orgasm but Liam clearly had other ideas “Ready?” he asked.

I’m in no fit state to respond coherently but fortunately he takes the initiative and starts pile-driving into me, knocking the air out of me with every vigorous thrust. Well, he was being true to his word, I was getting a proper seeing to. I sensed he was getting close to his own climax, but just as I was expecting the full explosion, he pulls out leaving me feeling empty. I looked up, he was breathing hard but still smiling. He turned me round, bends me over, so I am now face down on the desk with no energy left to push myself up. My knickers are wrenched down my legs and once free I’m spread wide again.

“Deeper this way,” he gasped. I think it was more of a statement than a question. I fetl him slide back home, holding my hips, he really did fuck me senseless for the 5 minutes which followed. I could not believe he could hold back that long as my second orgasm has been and gone and the third is on its way when I felt him push, even harder (if that was even possible) before spurting, spurting and spurting again deep inside me.

Liam collapsed on my back, exhausted (understandably) as we were both gasping for air. At that moment I heard a slow hand-clapping behind us. I heard Liam shout “Oh shit,” before rapidly (too rapidly for my liking) withdrew. I look over my shoulder and my worst nightmare is being realized as I saw my boss standing in the doorway. Liam, was frantically trying to pull his trousers up. I saw his cock swinging around as he tried to get it under control.

I struggled up, spot my knickers across the room and gingerly made my way over to pick them up, all this under the gaze of my boss. I dare not make eye contact, as I feared it will be that withering look. I often observed for something I did not get done, quite to perfection.

The slow hand-clapping has ceased, I noticed Liam was looking to make a speedy exit.

“Not so quick,” my boss finally spoke. “You aren’t going anywhere, yet. Juliet, fuck off, I’ll deal with you in the morning and shut the door on the way out”. My boss has moved fully into the room, I finally got the courage to look her in the eye and I see an expression I’ve not seen before. Not sure if it was admiration, jealousy, or surprise but whatever it was, she was smiling.

I shut the door quietly and left Liam, to his fate.

“Don’t linger, Juliet, I told you to go home,” I heard my boss shout through the door. As I made my way out of the office, I felt a plethora of emotions swept over me. Relieved I’ve escaped (if only until the next day), embarrassment at getting caught in the act. Disappointment that I didn’t get the chance to clean up that lovely cock or got a second go at it. Jealousy at what Jenny was possibly about to do with Liam. I could only hope it was a positive experience, and she would still be in a good mood in the morning!