Straight Female / 24
Didn't know where else to post this but we all work in one office so here I am. We have no real boss here but someone comes in to check things weekly, on Fridays. This is about who I am, etc.
We also don't have a full time accountant for goods coming in and being fulfilled by mail orders so Henry comes in on Wednesdays. Basically, I am not a head turner facially but my body, tits/ass lights up fires, I guess, because no day goes be where I am not hit upon. I told everyone I am a Lesbian. I am not. I do lean on Dolores, since she is hot for me and she helps me put on a public show to convince the horn-dogs around here. She gets to feel me up and hug me in public and knows that's all there is from me.
What is really going on is the tight friendship people believe they are seeing between me and Henry, the accountant who comes in on Wednesdays. He had been coming in for two years since I started work and I am helping him, as always, by preparing the ledgers not in the computer. Henry is about half a foot shorter than me, looks like and behaves like Pee Wee Herman if you recall who he was. He even wears a tight, cheap gray suit and tiny, black bow tie. One day, we were in the supply room and I dropped a pen on the floor and picked it up. Henry was feet away and had seen me from behind.
Standing up, I noticed his humongous rod between his legs, now hard and tenting his trousers. I thought, "Holy fucking shit." Sight unseen I figured little Henry for at least nine thick inches. Within weeks, I managed to drop more pens and accidentally lean against him, ass first. He did nothing but stand there like a sock puppet so finally I said, "Henry what the hell do you have there." He looked down on himself and apologized, saying that I excited him all the time.
"Let me see" I said, taking hold of it. It vibrated like it was plugged into something. I had to have it and now Henry is my boy-toy. He comes in on Wednesdays, I suck and fuck him after work and into the night. Thursday morning I give him a good breakfast and we go back to the office, finish the books, then we usually have a quickie in the supply room before he leaves for home office. It's risky, but no one has a clue. Henry is never seen without a smile these days, thanks to me and my generous heart.
We also don't have a full time accountant for goods coming in and being fulfilled by mail orders so Henry comes in on Wednesdays. Basically, I am not a head turner facially but my body, tits/ass lights up fires, I guess, because no day goes be where I am not hit upon. I told everyone I am a Lesbian. I am not. I do lean on Dolores, since she is hot for me and she helps me put on a public show to convince the horn-dogs around here. She gets to feel me up and hug me in public and knows that's all there is from me.
What is really going on is the tight friendship people believe they are seeing between me and Henry, the accountant who comes in on Wednesdays. He had been coming in for two years since I started work and I am helping him, as always, by preparing the ledgers not in the computer. Henry is about half a foot shorter than me, looks like and behaves like Pee Wee Herman if you recall who he was. He even wears a tight, cheap gray suit and tiny, black bow tie. One day, we were in the supply room and I dropped a pen on the floor and picked it up. Henry was feet away and had seen me from behind.
Standing up, I noticed his humongous rod between his legs, now hard and tenting his trousers. I thought, "Holy fucking shit." Sight unseen I figured little Henry for at least nine thick inches. Within weeks, I managed to drop more pens and accidentally lean against him, ass first. He did nothing but stand there like a sock puppet so finally I said, "Henry what the hell do you have there." He looked down on himself and apologized, saying that I excited him all the time.
"Let me see" I said, taking hold of it. It vibrated like it was plugged into something. I had to have it and now Henry is my boy-toy. He comes in on Wednesdays, I suck and fuck him after work and into the night. Thursday morning I give him a good breakfast and we go back to the office, finish the books, then we usually have a quickie in the supply room before he leaves for home office. It's risky, but no one has a clue. Henry is never seen without a smile these days, thanks to me and my generous heart.
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