Office Sex Series - Creed

The women’s bathroom door opened and Creed exited. He had been in there a while, not really noticing that the office had closed and everyone had gone home. He walked through the break room. Taking a small master key, he disengaged the locks on the soda and candy machine. He retrieved a Root beer and a small bag of pork rinds. Creed walked over to his desk. He threw the pork rinds on the surface and sat the Root beer next to his computer monitor.

Looking at the clock, he saw that it was almost 7:00pm. Creed gave a little smile and started humming to himself. He opened a drawer to his desk and took out green bottle of cologne. He dabbed a little on his neck. Then he took a small comb and ran it through his hair. He removed a miniature sample bottle of mouthwash, gargled a few drops and swallowed. Creed then took a small box out of the bottom drawer. He walked across the office to the front desk.

Creed found the second master key in Pam’s desk. He unlocked and entered Michael’s office. He sat in Michael’s chair and turned on the computer at the desk. Creed looked around the desktop. He placed the little box in the top drawer. He cleared away some of the desk toys and placed Michael’s framed photo of Jan in a Hooter’s t-shirt face down into another drawer. He clicked on the radio that sat next to the computer. Low strains of soft jazz filled the small office space. Creed looked at the clock. It was 6:59. He sat back, kicked his heels onto the desk and grabbed a file within arm’s length, paging through it.

There was a loud jingle of keys and then the front door to the office opened. Creed looked intently at the file in his hands. A small cleaning cart was rolled into the office. The front door closed.

“Meester Scott?” Came a brassy female voice. Creed put the folder down and looked up. He had a huge smile on his face.

“Consuela!” Creed said gleefully, “I forgot it was Tuesday. I’m so glad to see you!”

He took in her bright red t-shirt that read “Handy Dandy Cleaning.” The v-neck shirt was straining against large, pendulant breasts. Consuela was an attractive woman, about 40ish, with long black hair pulled back with a gold banana clip. She wore large gold hoops and a few glittery necklaces. Her pretty, smooth face had full make-up of rouged cheeks and red lined lips. Her brandy-colored eyes were contoured in black liner with long spider like eyelashes. She had sharp red fingernails. Her work uniform was complete with a khaki wrap around skirt and white Keds. Her tan legs were bare and she had a small heart tattoo on her ankle that read “Caliente.”

“Meester Scott, I’m so glad to see jou.” She purred. “Have jou thought about me?” Consuela came to the side of the desk and long tan leg touched Creed’s.

“Why of course Consuela. I think of you often.” He said and smiled. He placed a hand on her leg and ran up to her thigh.”

“Oh, Meester Scott!” Consuela said passionately, and she closed her eyes and moaned as Creed’s hand hit her sweet spot, “Jou were so beezy with jour important work. I hope I’m not interrupting jou?” She said with a sexy roll of her tongue. She moaned again as Creed slid a finger inside her.

“Oh Meester Scott.” She groaned, “Jou know how to really make my body feel so good!” She bent over and Creed raised her top, exposing her breast. She wore no bra, as well as no panties. “Oh jes, jes, keess my tetas!”

Creed slipped one nipple into his mouth and sucked. Consuelo bucked on his hand and squealed as he gently bit one large nipple with his teeth. Consuela back up suddenly and got on her knees, she crawled under the desk and unzipped Creed’s pants.

“Meester Scott. Jou have grande pinga!” Consuela said breathlessly. She took his erection and engulfed it with her scarlet red lips. Creed placed his hands behind his head, leaned back and enjoyed. He closed his eyes in pleasure.

There was a quick click of the office front door and Creed turned his head to see Kevin rush in the office. Kevin ran towards his own desk and grabbed something out of a drawer. He quickly glanced at Creed sitting at Michael’s desk and waved goodbye as he headed back out.

“Forgot my wallet!” Kevin yelled on his way to the door. “Taking Amy to dinner, Bye!”

Creed grinned widely and waved with one hand. He snaked his other hand down to Consuela’s bobbing dark head and ran his fingers through her silky hair. She continued her sucking pace without breaking stride. The office front door slammed shut behind Kevin.

After a few minutes Creed pulled back. He opened the top drawer of Michael’s desk and pulled out the small box inside. Consuela smiled wickedly and took the condom that Creed procured from the box. She tore it open and placed it on her ruby lips, bent over and slipped it onto his erect penis with her open mouth.

Consuela climbed out from under the desk. Creed put his hands around her hips and pushed her onto the desktop. He entered her forcefully and she wrapped her legs around his hips and arched back. She flinched for a moment when one of Michael’s desk toys poked her spine. Creed pushed it aside and continued screwing her with all his energy.

They kissed deeply and Creed caressed her body. She dug her fingernails into Creed’s back, puncturing the cloth and scratching skin with the sharp talons. They rocked, knocking some of the desk items on the carpeted floor.

“Oh Meester Scott!” Consuela screamed, “Jes, Jes, Jes! I’m coming!” She bucked wildly and climaxed violently against him. Creed rocked and came a few seconds later. They kissed for a while and then parted. Consuela gave him a small peck on the chin and licked his neck.

“Oh Meester Scott.” She said sadly, “I weesh we could do these more often. But jou know I have mi esposo, my husband, Carlos. He ees so jealous!”

“Oh, I know Consuela.” Creed said and he gave her an understanding look, “Besides, I’m so busy working that I have no time to date.” He stroked her arm gently.

“Such a waste!” Consuela said lightly, “Jou are so much more a man than my husband. Muy macho. Jou need a good woman to take care of jou.”

“But, then I wouldn’t have time for you.” Creed said and gave her a little hug and kiss, “My little Latin tamale.”

“I know.” She sulked, “Jou are right.”

“I have to go now Meester Scott.” Consuela said, looking at the clock and pouting. “I have to go clean other offices now. Meester Boss will be looking for me soon.”

Creed kissed her and followed her to the door.

“Bye Consuela, see you next week.” Creed leered. He patted her lightly on the ass. He followed her to the entrance. She turned and gave him a kiss.

Consuela giggled and pushed her cleaning cart out the door. She swiveled and looked at him. She ran her tongue over her red lips and winked slyly. Creed winked back and locked up after she left.

Creed walked over to Michael’s office. He started humming again. He picked up the used condom and tossed it in the wastepaper basket. He turned off the computer and radio. He returned Jan’s photo and the desk toys to the desktop. He then took his condom box and locked Michael’s office behind him.

Creed walked over to his desk, sat back and turned on his computer. After locating a favorite gambling website, he kicked off his shoes and put his feet up. Creed opened the bag of pork rinds and popped one in his mouth as he opened his Root beer.