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Caught Wet Handed 4

You have been so busy the last month that we've barely seen each other. I've seen you around the office, and it's taken all my self-control not to grab you, hike up your skirt, and fuck you over your desk again in front of everyone.

You've had a distraction this last month. You've been telling me all about your slut secretary, and how, late at night, she's been eating your cunt. As I walk up to your office, I walk in without knocking. You look good enough to eat.

No one is here, so I kiss you passionately, pulling your skirt up; I'm pleased to see a lack of panties. I'm desperate to taste you, but you slap my hands away and pull your skirt back down and sit back at your desk. You try to tell me you have a meeting but I ignore you.

Trying to get back to work, you try ignoring me, but I kiss your neck and, soon, you're purring in delight. Feeling your tits, I go around your chair and kneel so I can kiss you properly. Pulling up your skirt whilst you sit there is hard, but soon my fingers are sliding into your wet cunt. Kneeling further down, I sneak under your huge desk, pull you forward spread your legs, and eat.

Instantly, you gasp; you've been needing this, I know, and, despite the fact we could be caught, you're soon trying not to scream in orgasm. Covering your mouth, a muffled moan escapes your lips, and I drink the juices you give me. There's not even enough time to get up from under the desk before there's a knock at the door.

"Excuse me, Mrs. Brown?" a small quiet voice chirps. It's Dennis Williams, a small, geeky man who everyone makes fun of. Small with short dark hair and thick glasses, he's the stereotypical nerd. You panic and push me hard under the desk again. You mean for me to stay there and keep quiet, but I have other ideas. Spreading your legs is difficult under your desk, but I manage, and, soon, I'm devouring you again. The juices covering my tongue I lap at your wetness.

As the geek goes on trying to explain some accounting problems, I continue to eat your cunt. You're desperately trying not to show the pleasure you're feeling, but, when I slip two fingers into you, you squeal, almost blowing my cover. Williams thankfully is oblivious that his boss is having her cunt eaten by his other boss. The fucking loser probably wouldn't know what we were doing if the desk wasn't there and he could watch us both.

He keeps droning on as your juices cover my tongue, and you make another, even louder squeal. It's not until after thirty seconds or so do we both realize Dennis isn't talking anymore. You look at him, trying not to show your orgasm.

"Mrs. Brown? Do you have someone under there by any chance?" Looking up I see you nod your head. Well if we're caught, we're caught, so I get up from under your desk. The shock on the geek's face is priceless. You just stand there trying to pull your skirt down, I smirk at the look the nerd is giving us.

I'm still hard after drinking your juices, so I come up behind you, ...