I offered, “Why not do the same as when we did backgrounds on our hires? We justified a deep dive based on the sensitivity of how our office would function. Let’s let Miles do his thing. See what he finds.”
Ms. Benson turned her attention from me to Mr. C. I could see she liked the idea. It was proactive. Mr. C was deep in thought and I thought I knew why. As it turned out, Miles hadn’t only been a computer geek who played a very erotic role-playing game. He had been the one who hacked the game, modified it, and put it out on the web to be shared. That was the game Tamara played and where she befriended him. Of course, in the game, she and he did more than be friends. Now, in real life, they continued that connection. But only a few of us knew that part of his past. “I’ll talk to him, sir. I’ll impress on him the need for careful discretion.” He finally agreed but only after reinforcing VERY carefully.
Moments later I sat on the edge of his desk next to where he sat. His desktop was covered with three monitors and when I arrived his fingers were a blur on the keyboard and his eyes flicking from one screen to the next. He shyly glanced at me or more accurately at my breasts. That’s the way he was.
“Miles,” I began, “I want to know if you can do something for me.” I explained what we had been talking about just moments before and how sensitive the approach needed to be.
“Of course, Abby. Anything for you.” That was the other thing about Miles. He seemed to attach himself to certain people and in the office, it had become me, Marie, and Tamara. It was cute but I continually reminded myself that attachment could crush him if handled wrong. I shifted closer to him. “This is kind of an emergency, Miles. We have a call with the possible client early evening. What do you think you can get?”
He smiled at me … at me this time, not my breasts. “Let me focus on only it and I’ll get you whatever there is to get.”
I pushed off the edge of his desk and sank to my knees next to him, turning his desk chair in the process. This was why the office paid for our stockings: kneeling is hell on stockings. “Will you help me with something else, too?” I asked as my fingers went to his belt.
“Abby,” he said, his hand covering mine at his belt. “You don’t have to do … this. I said I would do it.”
I sat back on my heels and looked up at him, my hands sliding to his thin thighs. “Miles … no … no. I’m grateful you are willing to do the search for me but grateful wasn’t the reason. I just wanted you … unless you don’t want to, of course.”
He shook his head, now embarrassed. “I just thought …”
I smiled at him and slid my hands back up to his belt. “It’s okay. Remember what I said before? After Mr. C, you’re one of my favorites.” He started saying something but I stopped him. “Sure, you have a big cock and that is nice, but the bigger reason you are one of my favorites is you.” I tugged his slacks and underwear. He raised his hips to assist. I smiled and might have licked my lips at seeing his hard cock. This was Miles, too: so awkward about sex but easily aroused to full erection. “Miles,” I continued after kissing the head and licking inches of the shaft, “a big cock is physical and wonderful but the man behind it can provide an emotional connection that magnifies the rest.”
I didn’t look back up at him. His slacks down around his knees was all I needed. What I said was true. How long it would take for him to accept it was unknown. I engulfed his cock heard into my mouth. Like Mr. C’s cock, the thickness stretched my lips and filled my mouth, barely room inside to move my tongue around it but I did. His hand rested on the back of my head as I moved my head down and up, taking more of the shaft into my mouth to my throat. When I pressed more firmly and the head passed into my tight throat, he moaned loudly. I could imagine him glancing to the sides nervously but there was no hiding, no privacy in the office. Everyone shared the same exposure and everyone enjoyed voyeurism as well as exhibitionism.
Suddenly, I pulled my mouth from his cock. He groaned his frustration but I pulled him awkwardly from his desk. His desk was at the front, close to the door. At the corner formed by the normally empty office for Gerald Olsen, the attorney, and the wall of the showers was a stack of metal and plastic chairs for the occasional use when everyone was called for a full office meeting. He stumbled behind me while holding his pants up.
I pulled one chair off the stack and set it on the floor a little too hard, drawing even more attention to us that Miles probably didn’t appreciate. I pushed him into the chair, straddled my legs over him while facing him, and reached underneath for his cock. I rubbed my pussy over the head, aligned my hole, and lowered myself down over it. We both moaned this time as his thick cock stretched my hole and filled my pussy the few inches it had penetrated. Miles and Mr. C were the only ones who filled me so fully.
I raised and settled down to take more of him deeper. I cupped his face with my hands and kissed him hard, then muttered, “Let me fuck you, this time.” He didn’t remain passive, though. While my hips began an earnest fucking motion, his hands grasped my bouncing breasts and began kissing and sucking my nipples. I rose and dropped firmly down to take the entire length of his shaft into me. I shivered as I was not only impaled so fully but my clit was also being jammed against his pelvic bone. He must have felt that reaction because, while continuing to suck alternatively on my nipples, he slipped a hand down to stroke and press on my clit.
I was fucking on his pole like a crazy, wanton woman and it became too much for him to continue with my nipples. Released, my breast bounced and swayed before his face and occasionally bounced off his face. He didn’t seem to mind as we both were straining. His hands had shifted to the edges of the chair to provide leverage so he could flex his hips up to meet my downward push.
When my orgasm hit me, my pussy seemed to strangle his cock in spasms, clenching around it. My pussy flooding with warm juices and my muscles tightened around him, his cock swelled and jerked in spasms until ropes of cum spewed into me.
I collapsed against him, his panting breath on my shoulder moving my hair with each breath, my pussy still spasming around his cock which continued to leak the last of his seed. I sighed deeply. These were definitely not sympathy fucks.
* * * *
Mid-afternoon. I came up behind Miles and wrapped my arms around him. He jumped and I felt bad for startling him but not too bad as I kissed his neck and stroked his skinny chest.
“Abby,” he muttered, “I’m concentrating here.”
“Oh, pooh,” I sulked back as I shifted to resting on the front of his desk next to him. “How are you doing?”
“I’m following a thread I think will be very helpful.” He glanced at me … yes, my breasts. “Nobody is going to ask how I got this stuff, right?”
I smiled. It was what I thought he would do but he had proved to be good enough not to get caught. “The information we use needs to be able to be found legitimately, though.”