So it was on a late Friday afternoon when I heard that familiar click click coming up behind me in the copy room. I had sent my own secretary home early, I was forced to deal with a late file update myself, which put me directly in Sabrina’s line of fire. I caught the scent of her perfume first, and knew immediately this was not going to go well for me. My cock rustled to attention inside my suit pants. I stayed focused on the copy counter. “Sorry to bother you,” she asked, “I will come back later.”  “Just done,” I said, punching cancel quickly, hoping to escape before she noticed the increasingly obvious bulge in my pants. Grabbing my copies, I turned quickly, only to see them scattered across the floor in a flurry of confusion. “Oh my god, I am so sorry,” she said, bending over to corral the pages. “My fault,” I stumbled, trying to keep my eyes front, and not wander to the cleavage now showing (what amazing tits!) or to the silken thighs on display as her already short skirt slid up her legs.

What happened next is a memory I will hold forever.

Looking up as she collected the last piece of paper, Sabrina could not help but notice my reaction to her presence in the room. My thick cock pressed for freedom, and I could do little to stop it at this point. I froze. God, I thought, this is all I need today. Blushing, Sabrina stood up and walked quickly out of the room. “Shit,” I said aloud, framing my defense in my head. Until I heard the copy room door close, and lock. Click click. Back in my direction. The tiger on the hunt.

Sabrina devoured my cock. Pushing me back against the still-thumping copier, she kissed me hard and deep as her fingers worked quickly at my belt and zipper. I almost exploded as she dropped to her knees suddenly and started to deep throat my rod. Her long hair flew as she worked my shaft, letting her tongue trace the length, popping my head in and out of her lips as the precum formed juicy pearls.

Pulling me down suddenly to the rough carpet (as if I was in any condition to resist!), Sabrina rolled me over and mounted my cock with hunger. As her skirt rode up over her golden thighs, she reached over my head to brace herself against the copier. Her amazing tits teased my eyes, as she fell into rhythm with the copier, driving onto my throbbing cock harder with each thump thump thump of the printer. Slam thump, Slam thump, Slam thump. Sabrina owned my cock as she dug her heels into my thighs. Her nipples were pressing through her bra cups, her hair falling across her face as she shifted her legs forward just a few inches, but the impact on my cock was immediate. Sabrina slammed hard onto my balls, filling herself with my thickness to the point that even she gasped lightly. The sound of her wet pussy sliding up and down on my cock filled the room, overwhelming the sound of the machine.

I came loud and deep inside Sabrina, burying my cock as far into her tight, wet pussy as I could. I felt her tighten on my shaft, a light moan on her lips. Her legs straddled mine tighter as I shot load after load, feeling its warmth along my shaft, lubricating my thrusting. I felt the tip of my cock touch her deepest spot, and Sabrina quivered. She came hard, almost losing her grip on the copier. Her pussy tightened on me again and again, and I felt every muscle in her body tighten and release.

Straightening her skirt, Sabrina stood in the dull light of the copy room looking radiant, and quite satisfied with herself. Pivoting on her heels, she reached over me, collected her copies, and, with strong strides, headed toward the door. Click click click. My cock throbbed, wanting more.