Abacus

pushed her lips against his firmly. She pecked his cheek and worked her way around to his ear. “I’m so, so horny, fuck me, Detective, right here on your desk. I’m a very bad girl.”
    Randall came alive. Hearing Hobbs’s footsteps returning, Helen looked towards the hall before lowering herself under the desk, between his legs. He looked up to see Hobbs enter the main office, and at the same time felt a tug as his zipper was pulled down. His penis was now free and was being gently stroked. He fought to maintain his best poker face for Hobbs.
    “You finishing up soon , boss?” Hobbs asked, unaware of their visitor.
    Randall felt the warm sensation as Helen sucked his length deep inside her throat. He tried hard not to outwardly show the absolute pleasure he was now feeling. “Just got to tidy a few loose ends here, champ, before I go,” he said, leaning back and squinting.
    Helen continued to suck him at a feverish pace, and at the same time dragged her long nails along the underside of his testicles. Randall forgot where he was and let out a loud moan, which was audible in the general office.
    “Did you say something , boss?” Hobbs asked.
    “No , mate, no. Just yawned, I’m a bit tired,” he replied, looking down at Helen who had stopped for a second.
    She pushed h er finger over her lips, “Shhhhhhhhh.”
    Randall was so keyed up he wanted her there and then on the desk. “Listen, big fella, why don’t you head off, I’ll lock up here,” he said desperately.
    “Are you sure , boss?” Hobbs said, clearing off his table.
    “Yeah go , mate, I’ll see you tomorrow.” Randall and Helen sat silently while they waited for Hobbs to finish tidying up and leave. Pulling her up from under the desk, he ordered, “Now you’re mine.” He reached over to the venetian blinds to his office and forcefully pulled them closed.
    He walked over to Helen and roughly unzipped the front of her uniform, allowing her two lace-c overed breasts to fall out. Tugging her bra down, he desperately sucked on each nipple, making a loud primal slurping noise. “Now bend over the desk. You say you need a lesson, well, I’m going to give you one you won’t forget,” he ordered in an authoritive voice.
    Helen pushed his chair aside with her foot, pulled herself face down onto the desk and raised her firm rear invitingly into the air. She turned around to see the half naked Randall sizing her up from behind. “Fuck me, Officer,” she whispered.
    Randall pulled up her dress aggressively, which expo sed her firm G-string framed ass. Pulling the string aside, he gently rubbed the head of his penis up and down her moistened slit. She moaned and wriggled against him with each up and down stroke. He could not take it anymore, so he firmly grabbed her ass, and pushed just the head of his penis inside her, and teasingly thrust in and out.
    “Give me more, deeper,” she cried as she tried to thrust against him.
    He showed great restraint and fed a little more inside her. As he did, he instantly felt a warm, moist sensation, which sent a shiver through his body. “You want a little more?”
    “Yes , more, more,” she cried, trying to thrust against him for deeper penetration. Helen reached back to try and grab him to pull him in deeper. As she did, pen holders, photo frames and folders fell off the table and onto the floor.
    He reached under her and firmly squeezed her breasts as he thrust, which seemed to excite her more. Feeling close to climax, he withdrew from her and gently coaxed her off the table. Picking her up, he sat her on the edge of the desk to face him. Helen laid back, so her back was on the keyboard and her head resting against the computer monitor. Once again he entered her, this time he gave her the whole length.
    “Oh my G od!” Randall thrust deeper. The keyboard she was lying on let out a series of little chirps. His thrusts had such purpose they drove her hard up against the monitor. He reached up and held her breasts, and pinched her nipples hard as he thrust. She reached forward, and sank her long fingernails into his rear, then pulled him closer to get him deeper inside her. “Fuck me harder, fuck me harder,” she cried, pulling him back and forward in a frenzy.
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    An hour later an unkempt Randall trudged from his office. His tie was roughly stuffed into his top shirt pocket and his shirt was unbuttoned to halfway, showing off his shaggy chest. Reaching the car park, he tossed his jacket and