My first job after college was as a proofreader at a large corporate law firm in Philadelphia.

I worked the evening shift, which was considerably laid-back compared to the 9-5 shift. One of the secretaries at the firm was a forty-something aspiring opera singer named Rosalind. Though I was in my late twenties, there was something about her I couldn’t shake off.

Rosalind was from Virginia and spoke with a honeyed Southern accent. She was a curvy, fleshy blonde who always wore long, tight skirts with low-cut blouses in loud patterns. She strutted the halls of the office swaying her big round ass at the lawyers and drumming her manicured nails on every tabletop. When work was slow, she would practice her operatic breathing exercises. She would sit up straight, purse her lips, and slowly exhale, her big tits rising and falling as they ballooned out of her top.

Being bored and cooped up in an office has always made me horny, so I would have to hide my hard-on whenever Rosalind leaned over my desk to give me an eyeful of cleavage. She was friendly and flirtatious with everyone. The guys in the mailroom could spend hours discussing her ass. We all ogled her, but I never thought she was more interested in me than in anyone else.

Rosalind and I were assigned to work for the same partner and spent long hours working side by side. Said partner would usually stick with us till around midnight, but if he had suffered a particularly long day in court, he would leave us a pile of documents and go home. On one of these nights, it was just Rosalind and me working together when she called to me from the partner’s empty office.

“Would you mind coming in here a second?” I heard her say, and I figured I had made a mistake. When I went inside, she was standing by the desk with a nervous smile, her rosy cheeks glowing.

“I can’t concentrate,” she said, running her hands through her hair. “How would you feel if I told you that I’ve been dying to make love to you?”

Dumbfounded, I glanced around the room just to make sure this wasn’t a prank, and that Rosalind’s husband wasn’t waiting behind the door with a baseball bat.

“I’m serious,” she said. “Close the door and come here.”

As soon as the door clicked shut, Rosalind came straight for me, grabbing the back of my head and inviting herself into my mouth. I kissed my way down her long, white neck to her soft tits. I took each one out and dropped them into my mouth as I tongued and nibbled on her beautiful nipples. Then she shoved me back against the door and dropped to her knees. She had my pants down within seconds, whipping off my belt and vacuuming my dick into her mouth.

Maybe all those opera exercises hadn’t been just about singing, because holy shit. Rosalind had this amazing technique where she was able to deep-throat me and, at the same time, open her jaw so wide it was like her whole face was fucking me. It was the greatest thing I’ve ever felt.

Rosalind grabbed my ass and pushed my cock further into her warm mouth as she swirled and sucked like a pro. Sensing I might come, she shot up, turned around, and started rubbing that big round ass I’d been staring at for months against my rock-hard, sopping-wet dick.

“Will you fuck me please?” she begged, pushing her hips toward me. “Please, please fuck me.” The insatiable begging was too much.

Not missing a beat, I bent her over right there on the partner’s desk, lifted her frilly red dress, slid aside her white cotton panties, and pushed my cock inside her. She moaned and howled like she hadn’t been fucked in years. I’ll never forget looking down at that sweet alabaster ass with my dick going in and out, her cheeks like a full moon and behind them the Philly skyline. I fucked her hard and fast, then soft and slow, pulling her hair and squeezing her soft round breasts. Her operatic moans grew louder as she bounced her ass off my stomach, her pussy tight and full around my dick. I held onto her hips as she fucked me back with the force of a roller coaster.

“Come on my ass!” she screamed. “Come all over my ass!”

I yanked myself out of her cunt and vigorously jerked my cock until I blew my load exactly where she demanded. Rosalind cooed as she reached back and rubbed my come all over her. I watched in disbelief while she performed this perverted pantomime.

Then suddenly, Rosalind pulled up her panties, straightened out her red dress, and turned around to face me. We stood there, kind of amazed.

“Don’t worry,” I said, breaking the silence. “I won’t tell anyone.”

“Good.”

Rosalind and I never got another chance to fuck again at the office. It was a fluke I’m still trying to wrap my head around. But for the rest of the time we worked together, we always gave one another knowing grins when we passed in the hallway.

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