Workplace

I watched Larry pull his dick out of her pussy and then the pipe of sex lube got out of his desk drawer. He squeezed a doll of the slippery stuff on his new secretary’s dick. Her name was Amy. He rubbed a little bit of it on his pussy juice and put it in her ass. She was an ebony work of art. On 51, she was the oldest girl Larry ever fucked. She was also the first black woman he’d ever fucked. She was about 1.8 and about 130 pounds. With her 38 DD boobs, slimy waist and a few generous hips Amy was a very Troubled package. I could see why Larry had gone after her after everything she was such a carbon copy of me, a little better tanned. She was now bent over the back of the leather bank in his office. I looked from my office through a closed camera system. I looked at it on my 19-inch wide screen computer monitor. There’s a hundred bucks in the poop Chute. Larry bet a hundred bucks he’d fuck her in less than two weeks. It was Friday and exactly five days in the bet, and I saw how the head of his dick got in her ass. That would cost me another C-note. Our deals were always 100 per hole. Of course mouths don’t count. I got jealous of him back then. I saw his big white cock disappeared into her dark cave. His shaved balls bounced from her pussy lips when he roughed her ass. She started moaning and growing for him to fuck her harder. Damn, how could I ever beat this? Stealing his dick out of her ass, Larry turned her around, and I saw five fat spurs. Covering Amy’s face and making white with his cream. She started using her fingers to shove the cream in her mouth when Larry stopped her and leaned down and started licking her face. After he was done, he kissed her hard and shared his uterus with her.

I’ve been working for a big computer company for a year and a half. Being an intern here is a great experience for me. I learned a lot about supporting computer systems, because I’m not a CS major. Since when? I’ve been installed here, lots of other interns have come and gone. Some I really liked while others I wanted to avoid. Most interns were regional colleges, but there were a few of the high schools here. Most of them were in different departments. Even then there’s a coma under the grunts when we nick ourselves, and we often spend our lunch hours together.