He said: The Boss's Office or Ride Him Cowgirl

It was cleaner night, time was of the essence and one of my coworkers was working late. We could do the blow job in the car bit but girlie days were fast approaching and if I didn't fuck V this day it would be 4 or 5 days before she could get her fill of L man meat. What to do, what to do? Killing two birds with one stone, the boss's office has a lock and it would be sweet revenge to bang on the floor in his office to get back at him for all the imagined injustices of the past few years.

We had to be quick. I snuck V in, arranged the blanket on the floor while she closed the blinds then we stripped off our clothes. V ever the resourceful one made it her mission to get me prepared as quickly as was practical. After a few perfunctory kisses I laid on my back and she worked her lips down my body to my cock and sucked me until I was rock hard. I had decided that V was going to ride me like the good cowgirl she is this particular day. Condom on and she mounted up. We were soon at a canter but I decided to let her take the reigns and soon she was bouncing up and down at a full gallop. When she was getting close I decided to put the spurs to her, grabbed her nipples and pulled hard. Her nostrils flared and she whooshed and came. The squeezing of her muscles as she came pushed me over the edge. Like any good cowgirl she knew that it was essential to wipe down her ride afterwards. Her mount appreciated how tender and thorough she was as he relaxed and nickered his approval. Sadly it was time to gather up the tack and hit the O so happy trail.

Bet you didn't think this was going to end up as a Western, I must be a literary genius based on my ability to squeeze in so many horse metaphors.