"Yes... fuck yeah... yes..." A woman's voice echoed between the empty cubicles, illuminated only by the light coming through the windows from the city skyline.
Jay pounded into her, his thick veiny cock made slick by her pussy, ever growing wetter the harder and faster he thrust, the slaps of his thighs into her ass cheeks loud as a clap in anyone's ear.
Her magnificent tits bounced above the neckline of her red dress, dark nipples erect as she fingered them vigorously while he merciless pounded into her pussy, feeling every ridge and ripple her tight space would allow. He was surprised she was as tight as she was, but then again, she seemed to be the type to be a workaholic.
"Fuck Jay, give it to me harder!" she screamed, pulling at his thigh as she spread her legs wider, laying as she was on her side on her own desk with her panties ripped to shreds and her bright red dress pull up to her waist.
He only ginned before he obliged, gripping her supple ass as he drove himself further and further into her smoky wet bliss. He fucking loved Latinas. So much more to grab. So much more fire.
His cock slipped in and out of her pussy so fast that white foam began to appear from the constant smack, smack, smacking. Unable to contain himself, he swiped the foam from between them into his lips, tasting the adultery and reveling in its taste.
Wanting to taste more, he took Steph's finger and swiped a good amount, deliberately grazing her clit as he went to suck more of the elixir.
"Fuck, Steph. At this rate, I'm going to fucking explode," he warned, replacing her fingers onto her clit and slowing drawing circles, still pumping hard into her. He noticed for a brief moment that her chair had flipped upside down, but who could give a fuck, looking at the dark haired angel licking her ruby red lips as she rubbed her own clit in tantalizing circles. "You know my rules?" He wanted to be sure.
She chuckled before she gasped, "Everyone knows your rules, Jay. What're you waiting for?"
With that, Jay grabbed her throat as he rammed her hard enough to displace the desk she was laying on, and exploded into her with a fierceness he hadn't felt in a while. His cock pumped into her as he continued his thrusts for as long as he could, making sure every last drop was left in her, before pulling out of the wet, tight cavern to a delicious view of his cum spilling out of her tight hole, as though there weren't enough room for his load.
She continued to rub her clit and took only a few moments longer before she screamed in ecstasy, her pussy visibly tightening as she came, somehow pushing more of his cum out of her and onto the floor as she did so. To add to the effect, the panting Latina deftly grazed her fingers from her asshole to her vagina, scooping the flowing cream and sucking her finger clean of his essence with her red tongue, not missing a drop. Her wicked lips grinned as she slowly lowered her legs, her heels barely grazing the floor as she relaxed.
It took only moments for the two of them to wipe themselves with the cleenex provided on the desk, redressing and recomposing in silence as though rehearsed a hundred times before.
It was she who broke the silence, glancing up and grinning through her luscious, curly black hair. "How the fuck was I so late to the party?"
Jay only chuckled as he finished buckling up his belt. "You're not that late, babe. But I must say, you've had the nicest tits so far."
"So far?" she asked incredulously, slipping the lacy shreds of her once red and sexy lingerie off her legs.
Jay only chuckled as he gathered her to him on the desk, her long legs wrapping around him instinctively. His cock lay on her pussy again, and it jumped at the feeling.
"Okay, more like, the nicest tits ever," he said as he took a nipple in his mouth to suck at it viciously.
She half moaned and laughed, gently pushing him of and pulling her strapless dress back into place, covering her double D breasts back into semblance.
"As long as it's better than your wife's, I guess I'm okay with that title."
Jay only chuckled as he pulled her off the table to standing, giving her a kiss on her ruby lips.
"So much better than Lucy's," he said, giving her ass a smack as he turned away and started heading toward his office through the darkness.
They walked the short distance in silence, and as Jay proceeded his way onto his chair, Steph held back at the door. She leaned against the frame, loosely holding her shredded panties as she said, "Okay, so tell me this. Why?"
Jay sat at his chair as he rebooted the computer, looking up at her through the glow of the single desk lamp lighting the room to the sex-crazed hair of Steph and the ruffled dress shirt of Jay.
"Why what?" he asked innocently, typing his password into his computer.
Steph rolled her eyes and marched over to sit on his glass desk. "Why is it your goal to sleep with all the women in this office building? Especially when you have a wife?" She went further to make her point clear by placing Jay and Lucy's wedding picture on his desk in right front of him.
He looked at the blonde beauty in the picture, then looked up at the black haired Latina gazing fiercely at him. "Because I like my meals spicy," he replied, tugging at her hair.
She waved him off before jumping off the desk. "Cut the shit, Jaylen. No one has a big a motive as 'conquer all the bitches out there' for no reason! What is it? You know you can tell me, man!"
Jay sighed. There it was. The reason he'd been holding off fucking Stephanie Ricardo as long as he could, because she was as close a bro as he could ever have in an office space. She was the only one to really try to dig in to the why's of things, when all the other broads had been just happy to adhere to another one of his rules; Don't ask why.
What the fuck. Why not.
"Because she's Lucy-Mae from Ken-fucking-tucky who knows how to wrestle pigs and likes to fuck her brothers." he said simply, turning to his computer.
There was a moment of silence before Steph breathed, "No... Fucking... Way..."
She took a few steps toward him again. "There is no way she's... I mean, this is... That's not even... What???"
Jay couldn't help but chuckle at her response before he clarified, "I mean, I'm sure not everyone from there are like that, but boy does she put the stereotype to the truth."
"How do you know?"
"Because I caught her. Multiple times. Every time one of her brothers visit, they are the worst at being discrete. Usually they're fucking when I'm not home, but they must be deaf... Or they don't give a shit, since they keep it going even when I make an obvious entrance. Our master isn't far from the front entrance, mind you."
"No way... They fuck in your bed?" Steph sat back down on the table, her face dumbfounded. "No wonder you're a fucked-up man-whore."
Jay laughed again. "Right? Since there's no stopping her, why should I stop myself? I'm the chief director of my own successful modeling agency, my writers are hot, my models are smoking. Might as well enjoy myself while she does, no?"
Steph shook her head as she said, "What a sad life you live, Jaylen Tannor. But hey, you pay my checks and, now that I'm aware, you fill my pussy up good, so who am I to judge?"
She lightly jumped off the desk once more and made her way to the door.