Everything in the room centered on my dick and her pussy, both together, the friction nothing more or less than nirvana, my balls slapping against her thighs as I slowly, but with great concentration, fucked her like it was heaven. I suddenly gasped and shouted through gritted teeth, my climax turning him red, feeling my veins standing out in stark relief as I grunted and groaned and nearly shrieked, the orgasm an explosion that turned me into everything and nothing at the same time.
Alicia, trapped between us, bucked against my legs. “Oh, fuck me, Big Jim, fill me, fill me!” she screamed, her hand reaching between her legs. As if being fucked up the ass and in her pussy weren't enough, she rubbed her clit, squirming a hand down into my lap, and then I felt her rectum contract, her pussy a ring of fire and muscles squeezing me, leeching the cum from me as I poured into her, my own scream open and full.
She screamed and we all moaned and then it was quiet, Alicia's limp and leaning on me, my hands caressing her slowly, calmly loving her int hat moment. A wave of gratitude and tenderness hit me. This was one woman I couldn't let go.
It was awkward, but finally I peeled her off me, helping her put on her skirt, laughing at her ripped panties. She smiled and threw them in the trash, then stood and cleaned herself up. I got dressed, too, while Big Jim was silent. Then he turned to me, dark, neutral expression on his face, and raised his eyebrows.
"So, those regional reports?"
We acted like it had never happened. We always had to when we had a threesome at the office. The emotional high of everything was just too much, and Big Jim and I had agreed that this was the best way to handle ending a sex scene. However, I didn't expect my emotions to get the better of me, and my heart ached for Alicia, who now looked dejected and hurt.
I looked at Big Jim and nodded, then threw a thumb toward his office. “I have them. The client called a few minutes ago and was really pissed...” We walked toward the door.
Alicia slumped out of the room through a different doorway. I couldn't stand it. Big Jim might want to use up women for fun, but I was reaching a point where I wanted more. And Alicia might, in fact, be my more.
Big Jim, though, shouted her name too at that moment. We turned and looked at each other in surprise.
She turned slowly toward me, bright eyes flashing and hopeful. “Yes?”
Big Jim ignored that, and said, “I think we need to promote you.” She looked at him in surprise.
“Want to be Head Analyst?” He grinned.
She smiled and nodded. "I'd like that. I'm very good at analyzing head."
She looked at each of us, like watching a tennis game, and shook her head slowly. Then she walked back to her office and resumed coding, a sly smile stretching her pink lips.
Happy Father's Day, indeed.
THE END
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