THE OFFICE

As Julie ran across the street she heard someone 
whistling at her. She turned around. A guy on a 
bicycle grinned at her, cheekily. 

Julie smiled to herself as she kept walking. She was 
a lively young blonde in her early twenties with 
shoulder-length blonde hair. She knew she was good-
looking, even when she was just wearing jeans and a 
t-shirt, like she was today.

A few blocks further on, Julie reached the office 
building. It was an impressive tower of glass and 
steel in the heart of the city's financial district. 
She knew she just had a part-time job as a cleaning 
lady to pay her way through college. But somehow it 
felt good to be around the rich and powerful. It was 
almost as if she was part of the scene. Almost.

Julie locked herself inside and took the elevator to 
the eleventh floor where the company she worked for 
had their offices. All was empty and quiet as she 
walked down the carpeted corridor. In a closet, she 
found the trolley, carrying the buckets and cleaning 
utensils and rolled it towards the reception to start 
there. 

But on the way, she stopped. The entire building was 
supposed to be empty on a Sunday, but she distinctly 
heard sounds coming from Norstrand's office.

"Mmmm, yeah. Mmmm..."

The door was ajar, and Julie tiptoed closer and 
looked inside. 

Behind the big, black desk Norstrand sat in his 
expensive armchair. At first he appeared to be simply 
talking on the phone, but then Julie noticed that his 
pants were undone. Norstrand had his cock out and was 
calmly masturbating.

Phone sex. Of course, Julie thought. 

Curiously, she watched Norstrand, as he stroked his 
long hard cock before her eyes. He pulled back the 
foreskin, making the head of his cock bulge, as a 
drop of clear liquid trickled over his fingers. Eyes 
closed, he moaned deeply to himself.

Julie was astounded. Norstrand was a well-paid 
executive - a rather handsome, blonde man in his mid-
thirties. And here she was, a mere cleaning lady, 
watching him masturbate. 

This was weird. But weird in a kinky, exciting way. 
As she watched him, she felt her nipples growing hard 
underneath her t-shirt.

After thinking for a minute, Julie tiptoed into the 
office. Norstrand was too absorbed in the phone sex 
to even notice her. 

Without a sound she knelt down in front of him. He 
was still wearing his dark suit. His cock stuck out 
from the open zipper - it looked even bigger, now she 
saw it up close. Hesitantly, Julie licked her lips. 
Then she opened her mouth and carefully took the head 
of Norstrand's cock into her mouth. He gasped and 
looked down at her in surprise.

Julie let his cock slide further into her mouth, 
gently sucking it. From time to time she let the cock 
slip out from between her lips, letting her little 
tongue lick the underside of the head. And then back 
into the wetness of her mouth.

Gasping with lust, Norstrand was writhing in his 
chair.

"Yeah," he whispered. "Suck my cock."
 
He grabbed the back of her head and began thrusting 
his pelvis back and forth, making his cock slide in 
and out of Julie's wet mouth in long, hard strokes.

Norstrand was pumping so vigorously that she let go 
of his cock to gasp for breath. His rigid tool was 
pointing straight at her, glistening with her saliva.

"Take off your clothes," Norstrand panted.

Julie stood up and started undressing. First her 
jeans, then her t-shirt. She wasn't wearing a bra, 
and Norstrand moaned lustfully at the sight of her 
firm, round breasts. He sat stroking his erect cock, 
watching her stripped down to her little white nylon 
panties.

"Show me your pussy," he whispered.

Julie looked into his eyes, as she pulled off her 
panties. Her pussy was clean-shaven and she could 
feel she was wet. Norstrand was moving his lips, but 
his throat was dry, and he couldn't utter a sound.

"Play with your pussy," is what he finally managed to 
say in a choked voice.

Julie sat on the desk in front of him, slowly licked 
a couple of her fingers and gently began 
masturbating. Norstrand stood up. His stiff cock 
bounced softly as he moved - and it was pointing 
straight at her.

"Yeah," he whispered. "Does that turn you on?"

"Mmm," Julie whimpered, leaning back on the desk. 

She closed her eyes and eagerly massaged her 
sensitive clit with one finger. Then, spreading her 
legs, she slowly inserted the finger into her wet and 
burning hot pussy.

"Oh, that's so good," she whispered, finger-fucking 
herself.

Norstrand bent down to stare in fascination at her 
pussy. The clear liquid flowed slowly from his cock, 
and he was almost insane with lust.

"Goddamn, I'm gonna fuck you, baby," he murmured.

Julie looked at him in anticipation, as he slowly 
undressed. Then he stood naked between her spread 
legs. She felt Norstrand placing his bone-hard cock 
at the mouth of her hairless cunt.

"Yes," she whispered. "Fuck me."

Grunting wildly, Norstrand pushed his hips forward. 
Julie spread her legs as wide as she could, but his 
cock only bored very slowly into her slit. Even 
though she was dripping wet, her tender, young pussy 
was still incredibly tight. Gasping furiously, 
Norstrand grabbed hold of her thighs and finally 
drove the entire length of his cock into her.

"Ohhh!" Julie screamed.

Norstrand froze for a few seconds, letting his cock 
swell even further inside Julie's pussy. He was 
sweating from the strain.

"I'm gonna fuck you now, baby" he hissed, and began 
pumping his cock in and out of her in a steady, 
powerful rhythm. 

Julie felt the long, hard cock caressing every inch 
of her pussy with every thrust. She was squirming 
beneath him, her orgasm approaching.

"Is it good?" Norstrand whispered. "Do you like to 
feel the fat cock in your little cunt?"

The sound of Norstrand's lusty voice turned her on so 
much that she came, suddenly and uncontrollably. 
Julie screamed her orgasm and threw herself about, so 
that he had to struggle to hold her down on the 
desktop.

He didn't stop while she climaxed, instead he kept 
thrusting into her pulsating pussy as hard as he 
could. But watching her orgasm had turned him on so 
much that he could hardly hold his own ejaculation 
back. He felt the semen boiling in his balls and 
forcing its way through his shaft.

Suddenly, they heard some one entering the office.

Norstrand looked up and saw that it was the president 
of the company - a somewhat older man with gray hair, 
wearing a gray suit.

Horrified, Norstrand pulled out of Julie and 
feverishly tried to pull up his pants. But his 
unmanageable cock kept sticking out, making it 
impossible for him to zip up.

The president froze for a few seconds at the sight of 
the naked, young girl sprawled on Norstrand's desk. 
But soon a dirty smile lit up his face.

"Sir," Norstrand stuttered, "Mr. President..."

"It's quite alright, Norstrand," the president said 
calmly, walking right up to the disk. "The young lady 
seems to enjoy it. Isn't that so?"

"Yeah," Julie whispered hesitantly.

"Well, then fuck her!" the president laughed. "Take 
out that big cock of yours and fuck her, Norstrand!"

"Yes sir," Norstrand murmured and unbuttoned his 
pants.

His cock was still completely hard and stiff, and now 
he spread Julie's legs wide. He savored the sight of 
her open, succulent pussy, before he grabbed his cock 
hard and buried the entire length of it inside her.

Then he started fucking her, and this time it was a 
hard and merciless fuck. Julie whimpered helplessly. 
She felt Norstrand's cock plowing into her soaking 
wet pussy again and again, filling every inch of her 
slit with each thrust.

The president had sat down in the chair and leaned 
over to watch Julie's pussy. Norstrand's cock kept 
brutally pounding in and out.

"Well. Do you like getting fucked, young lady?" he 
asked scornfully.

Julie could only give an exhausted gasp for an 
answer. Norstrand sweated and panted as he fucked 
her. And for the second time he felt his climax 
approaching.

"Aaah," he gasped. "I think I'm gonna come!"

"Okay, Norstrand," the president said in a serious 
voice. "I want to see you squirt in the girl's mouth. 
Young lady: Open your mouth."

Obediently, Julie opened her mouth. And now she saw 
that the president had taken his cock out of his 
pants and was masturbating at the sight.

"Come on, Norstrand," he commanded. "Give her that 
thick sperm of yours!"

Slowly, Norstrand slid his long cock out of Julie's 
clean-shaven pussy and stood next to her face. He 
grabbed his wet, explosive cock and began 
masturbating. Calmly and slowly he caressed his rigid 
member, determined to savor every moment of this.

"Young lady!" the president barked. "Play with your 
lovely pussy!"

Julie let her fingers stroke her tender clit, as she 
looked up at the head of Norstrand's cock, bluish and 
bulging, close to ejaculation. The clear liquid 
dripped from its tip into her open mouth, letting her 
taste Norstrand's cock on her tongue.

She heard the two men grunting around her, making her 
even hotter. Then Norstrand came.

"Ahhh," he roared as jet after jet spurted out of his 
cock.

"Aim for her mouth, damn it!" the president shouted.

And though Norstrand was trembling with ecstasy, 
seemingly out of control, he still managed to obey. 
Julie felt one piping hot squirt after another 
hitting her mouth, her tongue, her lips. Then she 
heard the president getting up from the char.

"Get away," he ordered. "I'll fuck that little babe!"

Stumbling away, Norstrand collapsed in the chair, 
while the president skillfully spread Julie's legs 
wide and thrust his iron-hard, wide cock into her 
with one powerful thrust.

"Ohhh," she exclaimed.

"Yeah," the president hissed. "That's a real man's 
cock, isn't it, young lady?"

He fucked her hard, in fast, deep moves. He let his 
cock slide nearly all the way out of her and then all 
the way in with every stroke.

Julie couldn't hold back anymore. A few more of the 
president's thrusts, and the orgasm overpowered her, 
a violent orgasm, almost making her faint, as she 
held onto the desk with trembling hands.

Julie bit her lip so she wouldn't scream out loud, 
but the president felt her sex muscles contracting 
around his cock. He stopped fucking her and laughed 
satanically.

"Well, well, well. The little lady thinks she can 
come before we tell her to?"

Panting, Julie was still shaking from the final 
convulsions of her climax.

"Maybe she doesn't know what the punishment is?" the 
president whispered into her ear.

Julie stared at him, puzzled. What was he talking 
about? What was he going to do to her?

The president withdrew almost completely from Julie's 
slit and employed a new technique. Now he thrust 
rapidly in and out in tiny strokes, only an inch 
deep.

"Oooh," Julie howled, as the wide head of his cock 
just barely pulled her labia back and forth, in and 
out, again and again. Her juices flowed down the 
inside of her thighs and onto the desk. Then she came 
for the third time - even harder than before.

Exhausted, Norstrand sat in the chair staring at 
them, his mouth open with amazement. The president 
was in absolute control of Julie's body, driving the 
young girl mercilessly from one orgasm to the next. 

And he kept going, untiringly, ruthlessly, making 
Julie shriek and cry out with pleasure as she came 
again and again. All she sensed was his cock's little 
furious thrust just inside the mouth of her pussy. 
She felt like she was about to faint.

"Look at the little lady coming," the president 
grunted. "She really turns me on."

Suddenly he buried the entire length of his tool in 
Julie's pussy and held still, holding onto her hips 
with all his might. Dizzily, she felt its huge head 
swelling even further.

"Ohhh, ohhh," the president roared as he began 
ejaculating.

The thick cock filled Julie completely, and with 
every muscle of her tender flesh, she now felt it 
jerking wildly. Squirt after squirt shot from the 
pulsating cock, pumping hot semen into her pussy. It 
kept going, unloading powerful spurts of manly cream, 
until finally, the president's climax subsided.

He held still inside Julie for a while, catching his 
breath. His cock was throbbing inside her, while the 
entire load of thick sperm began tricking down the 
insides of her thighs. Then, slowly, he pulled out of 
her.

"Norstrand," he asked. "Who is she, anyway?"

"Her name is Julie," Norstrand panted, still 
exhausted. "She's the cleaning lady."

The president buttoned up his pants.

"Cleaning?" he murmured. "Well, do what you please, 
young lady. But we're going to double your salary - 
at least."

Then he left the office as if nothing had happened.

Julie stretched on the desk, sighing contentedly. 
Then she got dressed, smiled at Norstrand, said hi 
and left.

Norstrand was still sitting in the chair by the desk. 
He was moaning weakly. It would take him several 
minutes to get back on his feet.