On The Job

“How did I come up short?” Alex asked. His green eyes cast down at the mess of money in front of us. I looked over at him and felt myself growing aroused as I always did when I was alone with him. His blond hair was short, with the slightest hint of a curl near the temple. “I swear I counted and double counted the money back to all of the customers.”

“It’s ok, Alex. Let’s count it again and figure out what happened.” He shot me a smile, one that had a hint of sadness to it. My breath caught in my throat as my eyes traveled down his body, his khaki pants showed that he had a nice bulge. “Were there any weird transactions?”

“No, not that I can remember.” He caught me looking at him, red spread on my cheeks. I was his supervisor, which made this was inappropriate. Yet even when I interviewed him, all I could think of was how he would look when his clothes came off. Adding to the fantasy was the fact that he was a frat boy. Working at a museum so close to a major university had given me a lot of eye candy through the years. “It doesn’t make any sense; there is no reason that I should be short.”

“Let’s count the money again together.” His fingers travelled down my leg, distracting me. Was he doing that on purpose? I got the answer when his hand traveled back up, and went on the inside of my thigh. He stopped when he reached my balls, but began brushing them softly. “Alex?”

Before I knew what was happening, he leaned over and kissed me. His lips were as soft as I had thought they would be, his tongue forced its way into my mouth. We pulled away from each other, my body longing for his. “I have wanted to do this ever since I met you.”

He stood up and then lifted me out of my seat. My arms instinctively wrapped around his neck, his went around my waist and his hands cupped my butt. Our tongues intertwined, his hard on pressed against his trousers. When our lips parted, he began kissing on my neck, sending waves of pleasure throughout my body. He gently licked a spot then pressed his lips to it.

“This isn’t right, I’m your supervisor.” My objection was overruled by my moans which interrupted every syllable. Alex lifted my shirt off of my body, and lowered his mouth onto one of my nipples. His mouth was warm and my body involuntary thrust into him. A moan escaped from my throat. He looked up at me and smiled, then flicked his tongue across my nipple, and tightened his grip around me. “Oh God!”

“You like that?” Without waiting for me to answer, he repeated what he had just done. He released me, my legs felt like they were made of rubber. Quickly he shed his shirt and dropped his pants, he wasn’t wearing any underwear. He dropped my pants and found that I was going commando too. He cupped my bare ass, and kissed me again.

Our cocks pressed together, and I felt my balls tighten. As I ran my fingers through his hair yet again, he stuck one finger up my ass. It took me by surprise at first, but his thick finger soon felt good inside of me.

I squeezed my eyes shut and let the waves of passion roll over me, my mind was devoid of any thought except wanting that feeling to last forever. I felt myself being pushed away from Alex, and then against my desk. He lifted my ass into the air and thrust himself inside of me.

With all of his eight inches inside of me, there was nothing that could have felt better. Slowly he pulled out of me and then pushed himself back in; his rhythm was fast and frantic. Grunts came out of both of us; a squeal came out of me when he hit my ass with his hand.

My legs felt as if they were about to give out. As if he could read my mind, Alex grabbed me by the waist, sitting in the chair. Using the arm rests, I began moving myself up and down on his cock. His finger ran up my body and stopped at my nipples. He pinched them between his fingertips lightly. He pulled me back to him and softly whispered, “You feel so good. I need to fuck your ass some more.”

It must have been the combination of having him inside of me, his breath on my ear, and his words because right after that my cock released its load. Alex followed suit inside of me, filling the condom.

After we cleaned up, I collected the money that had been spread all over the desk. With the final count it came out right. “I found the missing $20. It must have been stuck to one of the others.”

Alex and I had many more encounters with missing money but none were as fun.