Light Work

When I was 19 and just started working in the real world, I had a job at a local government office helping to administer a youth jobs program. Since the program was for youth under the age of 18, my job was to monitor their work and make sure no child-labor laws were violated. It was a big job covering hundreds of jobsites so we had several monitors like me on the payroll. Usually, we were out in the field but sometimes we had to come back to home base and had semi-private offices with locking doors there.

I tended to get along with everyone I worked around but there was this one girl that rubbed me the wrong way. She always came to work in pencil-skirts, heels, and perfect make-up. This was unusual since our jobs required us to work at outside jobsites 90% of the time. Apparently, this girl was connected to the higher-ups and got assigned to mostly office and other indoor sites which were easier to monitor and had air-conditioning. Additionally, she had the annoying habit of trying to get other people to do her paperwork which required us to enter data into a database quickly by hand. None of us really liked her attitude and sarcastic comments like "Oh here comes Princess! Don't let her work too hard, she's too cute for that!" were common.

One day I'm entering my data into the database and feel eyes on my back. I glanced at the reflection in my screen and knew it was her so I didn't bother to turn around. She was wearing a particularly form-fitting pencil skirt and sauntered over to my left side and put a hand on my shoulder. "How do you enter your data so fast? Your 10-key speed is incredible!", she said and I smirked without looking at her. I knew where this was going so I didn't have to look to know she had a stack of her own paperwork in her hand that she wanted to sweet talk me into doing for her.

"I enter in alot of these so I just got faster", I said in my flattest tone. "If you did your own shit every once in a while, you'd get fast too." I had done a few of her assignments at the beginning thinking I'd be doing a solid for whichever higher-up she was connected to but I was tired of the game already.
I felt the hand leave my shoulder as she huffed and sat her ass on the desk I was using. I couldn't help but glance at her. She was certainly pretty with an especially curvy ass so having the curve her hips so close to me drew my attention. She crossed her arms with her papers in her hand as I leaned back in my office chair and appraised her.

"What's the big deal? It's not that many and you can do it 5 times faster than I can!", she pouted at me. She was right. I could blaze through that short stack of hers in almost no time but I wasn't feeling generous.

"The big deal is that you're always avoiding work and I'm sick of it! You're here anyway so may as well do your shit." I wasn't usually so salty but she got under my skin somehow as she rolled her eyes and began inspecting her nails.

"Keyboarding might break my acrylics. I can do other stuff for you though if you'll enter these for me."

"I do my own shit all day. I don't need help." I turned my chair around and resumed typing.

"I don't mean work stuff." I stopped typing. What did she just say? I turned my chair around to look her at saw that she uncrossed her arms and crossed her legs so that her skirt began sliding higher on her thighs. She had a half-smile and her eyes had become a little smoky.

"What kind of stuff?" I thought I knew what she meant but my inexperienced teenage brain had to ask the stupid question. Her smile got wider as she stood up, walked a few steps towards me, and leaned her hip against my shoulder. I was not completely inexperienced so I didn't need any more encouragement. It really wasn't that much so I was willing to do a little trade as it were. I quickly stood up and looked deep into her eyes for a moment and saw the blatant invitation there. I took a step and put my body directly against hers forcing her to step back. I'm a big guy so she looked just a little nervous as I kept backing up until her back was against the closed door. I leaned into her bringing my face close enough to hers to smell the scent under her make-up and perfume. I heard her breathing get a little fast as my hand slide along her hip. I gripped her hip lightly with one hand and squeezed as I used my other hand to lock the door. Then I quickly straightened up and backed away until I was leaning against my desk and staring at her. She shifted her weight from one foot to the other and put her hands on her hips. I just smiled since the ball was in her court. She had been playing me from the moment she walked in so I felt like getting a bit of my own back. I wasn't some chump she could just take advantage of. She smirked at me to let me know she got the message and started slowly heel-toeing over to me in her high heel shoes. When she got about two feet away I raised my hand to stop her in place and felt my cock thicken a bit as I stared at her lipsticked lips. I stared right into her eyes as I placed both hands on her shoulders and began guiding her to her knees. She didn't hesitate to obey and quickly sunk to the floor and began unbuckling my belt. I slapped her hands and grabbed her chin forcing her to look into my eyes. I saw the momentary confusion before she heard the sound of my zipper sliding down. I dragged my thumb across her bottom lip as my fingers cupped her chin keeping her eyes on my face. She opened her lips and lightly flicked the tip of her tongue against my thumb on her lip. I breathed a little deeper as her lips closed over the tip of my thumb and sucked a bit. I had enough. I quickly replaced my thumb with my cock staring into her eyes as she enveloped the head with her plump lips. I dropped my hand and leaned back to let her get to work. She didn't waste time. She quickly plunged her mouth down half of my shaft while curling her tongue around my cockhead. She brought her hand up and began twisting it around the shaft and stroked her mouth back and forth. She setup a rhythm with mouth and hand that made my knees nearly buckle. She plunged the head of my dick deep into her throat held it there and moaned deeply for a moment before pulling back slowly while squeezing and stroking my shaft all the way up her hand. She sped up and started making loud slurping noises as she kicked into another gear. I wasn't ready for this technique and knew I didn't have long. I gripped her head on both sides and began thrusting my hips. She looked up at me winked and dropped both hands to her sides. I growled and drove all 8inches of my dick down her throat. I heard a slight gulping sound and felt her swallow as my cockhead visibly bulged her throat. I began fucking her throat hard. I leaned over slightly with each thrust for more power as my dickhead passed from her lips to the depths of her throat. Her spit and throat slime coated my entire cock making her face feel more like a wet cunt than a mouth and I was definitely fucking her head like a pussy. She never moved her hands from her sides and kept her eyes on mine as her cheeks with hollow with suction as I reamed her throat. It wasn't long until I couldn't take it. With one last deep thrust, I put both hands behind her head and buried her nose into my pubic hair. Her body spasmed involuntarily for just a moment as I exploded cum down her throat. Her hands moved for the first time since the facefuck started right at that moment as she gripped my ass cheeks to force my spurting dickhead deeper. I felt large heavy streams of cum blasting into her stomach until it almost hurt. It was my greatest orgasm up to that point. Finally spent and breathing hard I released her head. She didn't pull away completely. She pulled back until the head was sitting on her tongue and used her other hand to squeeze the jizz out of my urethra like a tube of toothpaste. After a few vacuum like sucks, she brought the dick out of her mouth with an audible pop and opened her mouth to show the small pool of cum there before quickly swallowing. She then tucked my cock back into my pants and rezipped them. She rose to her feet in one motion and wiped the corner of her mouth with one finger. With her other hand she whipped out a compact mirror and checked her still miraculously flawless make-up. Her eyes didn't even water through all that. She closed the compact and put her paperwork next to my computer. She only looked over her shoulder to give me one last wink as she unlocked the door and left. I had been rendered speechless long ago and still took a long moment to adjust my inner condition before moving. She had quite literally blown my mind. After I recovered a bit I turned to the computer and froze as I stared at a stack of papers twice the size of the biggest stack I'd ever tackled. Apparently, she had never done an ounce of paperwork since the program started resulting in this backlog. I stood there stunned for a moment before I slowly shook my head and laughed. It turned out that I wasn't the one doing the easy workload after all. I knew I'd been beaten as I slowly sat down in my office chair to bend myself to the task at hand.