so much for a dead line

With a dead line looming over head, Susan sits at her desk with only her desk lamp on typing. The constant hum of the lamp and the continuous clicking of the keys is wearing on her. She is the only in the office, again.

“I’m sick of this shit!” She says as she stretches out. As she looks around the idea of checking out the editor’s office crosses her mind. “No one will know, why not?” She tells herself.

She promptly get up and heads for Tony’s office and begin going thru his desk. Tony is an all business kind of guy. No girlfriends, no bad habits, ad no social life. Just a hard body and a no bull shit attitude. As she probes around she finds note pads with old stories, printer ink, paper ad other work supplies. His office is rather sterile except for his navy blue coffee cup perched on the corner of his desk. Put out, Susan looks at the desk top calender he has, it’s full of stories with reporter’s names and dead lines.

“Boring” she says as she notices a silver box behind filing cabinet. “Oh? What is this?” She asks as she walks over and picks it up. It’s maybe ten inches wide by eight inches long and four deep and the latch is held closed by a paper clip. Overcome with excitement she opens the box as she runs back to the desk. She finds a few personal notes, letters and a DVD.

The notes are just reminders and thank you letters for things he had to do and things he has done. Disappointed, Susan says “well he’s boring. I bet the DVD is just old interviews.” As she starts putting every thing back she decides “screw it. I’m gonna see what it is.” Grabbing the DVD she runs to her desk and pops it in. Not sure what it was she kept her expectations low, much to her surprise she finds that Tony had a naughty side.

As she hits play it pops up with Annette, who does the advice column, on his desk with nothing on but his tie and heels. Tony is doing a mock interview asking her all kinds of sexual questions. “What is your favorite position?” He asks from behind the camera. “I don’t know,” she says coyly “maybe bent over something or on my back with my knees over his shoulders.” She says with a grin.

“How often do you play with your self?” He asks. Some what embarrassed she says “I don’t want to tell you that!” “Just answer the question.” He says in a coaching tone. “I don’t know, four maybe five times a week.”She admits looking at her hands. “How about a demonstration for me?” With a smile she sits in his chair, puts her foot on his desk and begins to suck on her middle finger and slides it down her stomach and eases it into her pussy. After a few strokes she slides in a second finger and with her other hand she pulls on her nipples. As she gets close she begins to moan, “Oh shit, oh shit, OH FUCKING SHIT!” She screams a she hits her climax and her body starts to shake. Her orgasm pushes Tony over the edge as he sets the camera down angled to catch the whole thing. He stands her up, spins her around and bends her over the desk. Grabbing her hair with one hand he grabs her hip with the other and slides into her. Buried to the hilt, she grinds against him, begging him to fuck her harder.

Turned on by her request, he grabs both hips and sends it in deep and fast. Seeing the reflection in the monitor he watches her tits bounce every time his hips meet her ass. As he pulls out she turns and lays on her back as he jacks off onto her stomach rubbing her clit with the back of his hand with every stroke. When they are done, Tony picks up the camera and shuts it off.

Just like that. The dirty little movie that made Tony human was over. Susan pulls the DVD out and gets up to put it away and notices that the movie had affected her more than she had thought. Her pussy was so wet that her thong was soaked. As she put the movie away she decides that she was going to reenact Annette’s part of the movie. She takes off her clothes camps out in his chair and feverishly fingers herself into orgasm after orgasm. When satisfied, she walks out, turns off her computer and leaves.