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All of the documents were signed when she stepped out of the CEO’s office.  She proceeded to the copy room to duplicate the contracts and James, seeing her, followed her into the copy room.  He left the door open by a sliver and stepped behind her, his hands squeezing her nipples.
“I haven’t fucked you in four hours and it’s driving me crazy,” he whispered in her ear.  She could feel his erection between her buttocks and she leaned into him, rubbing her backside against his stiff penis.  “I want to fuck you all day until neither of us can stand. And even then, I’ll probably finger you or suck you.”
She reached down behind her and deftly unzipped his pants.  She groped into his pants and held his cock, coaxing it under her skirt.  With a glance at the door, he took hold of her right knee and lifted her leg, opening her to him, then he thrust inside, his penis welcomed by her wet warmth.  He bit her neck to keep from crying out his satisfaction.
The photocopying machine churned out the last copy and she gathered them.  She threw a smile at James who was still slumped against the wall, his limp penis in his hand and his pants around his knees.  She left the copy room and almost bumped into Ed, the janitor.  He was flustered, his neck and ears flushed a deep red. 
“Sorry, ma’am,” he stammered.  She ignored his apology and went directly to her desk.
Ed stared after her, covering his crotch with a rag as he surreptitiously zipped his fly.  He caught them at it once before, one late night when they thought there was nobody else in the office.  The door to the conference room was slightly ajar and he heard someone groaning.  Worried that an employee might have suffered a heart attack due to stress, he almost had one himself when he saw her pinned to the wall, her legs around his hips, James steadily fucking her.  James’ back was turned to him, so he could only see the other man’s buttocks flex as he pumped, but she saw him standing at the doorway.  She just looked at him silently, her fingers flexing on James’ shoulders, urging him on. 
“Don’t stop fucking me,” she said to James, her eyes locked on Ed.  Ed backed out and promptly musterbated in the bathroom. 
Now, he had just watched them through the door sliver a few minutes ago and his cock was sore with frustration.  She knew that he had watched them, that he could smell sex on her, and she wasn’t bothered.  What he wouldn’t do to fuck her himself. 

She shrugged on her blazer and prepared to go home.  She decided to walk instead of taking a cab.  It would be good exercise for her legs, she thought to herself, for goodness knows all she did with them all day was to spread them so someone could fuck her good.  Her stride was leisurely, and she often stopped at store windows, in case something caught her fancy.  She could afford to shop whenever, wherever.  Kevin was a generous boss as well as a good lay.  Giving him a blow job during her job interview was the best career decision she ever made. 
She stopped at a lingerie shop and decided to try on the new designs.  She never wore underwear, but there may be crotchless panties she could tantalize her men with.  She found a small scrap of red lace that charmingly framed her blond pubic hair, but allowed a cock to come through.   
Just trying the lingerie turned her on, flushing her pale skin as lust consumed her.  I need a quick fuck, she thought, glancing around her for a likely candidate.  There was only a mustached man in the store, holding a piece of paper with probably his wife’s measurements.  He was staring at a pair of beige panties, seemingly undecided.  She stepped towards him.
“I wonder if you could help me?” She asked, and he turned to her with a kind smile.  “I’m not sure which one to get my older sister.  I thought that if you were her husband, you could help me pick out something he’d also appreciate on her.”
“Sure, no problem,” he agreed.  “Perhaps later you could help me pick which cloth is softer.  My wife likes comfortable underwear.”  He gestured towards the rack of panties.
She smiled at him, “Who doesn’t?  But of course, I’ll help you later.  If you would follow me, the pieces I’m looking at are in the back.”
She led him to the dressing rooms and closed the curtains behind him.  Bemused, he stared at her as she stripped down, leaving only the red lace panties on.  She stood before him, her breasts jutting out, and she touched herself intimately.
“What do you think?” She asked in a whisper, “Do you think her husband would like red?”  She reached for his zipper and slid the fly down.  “There’s a slit in the crotch where he could fuck her.  I think it’s better if we try it first.”
Leading him by his penis, she leaned against the wall of the dressing room and lifted her leg to show him the nonexistent crotch.  Blinking and shaking his head as if waking up from a dream, the man stared at her.  Impatiently, she pushed the head of his cock into her vagina and squeezed him.  Coming alive, the man lifted her and pushed himself all the way in.  She wrapped her legs around his hips and braced herself against the wall.  She turned her head to the mirror to watch them fucking.  His eyes were tightly closed and he was panting hard, his neck flushed a dark red, perspiration beading on his forehead and mustache.
“Well?” She asked hoarsely, watching him. “Would her husband like this?  Would he like fucking her in this?”
“Yes,” he ground out, pinching her buttocks as he drove hard into her.  “Yes, yes, yes!”