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  Microbites: Hot & Wild Late Night

  Copyrighted to Ruby Spicer, 2020. All rights reserved.

  It wasn’t the good kind of a long night, that was for damn sure.

  Ben had had nothing but one big headache the last few days. The city was practically shut down from the storm, and yet the shareholders were practically breathing down his neck. What the hell was he supposed to do about all this? Make the clouds stop thundering?

  “Jessica!” he called out.

  God, that woman was a lifesaver. She’d be in here in a minute or so with coffee, and he’d feel just a little bit less inclined to go ‘the hell with it’ and move off to Maui or something for the rest of his life.

  A nice sunny shore, a good drink, and…

  He was lost in the daydream before he could stop himself. Thoughts of Jessica in a bikini, her thick hips within reach and her big rack all ready to be touched…he was just past her bringing him one of those fruity drinks with an umbrella in it when she walked into his office, for real.

  “Coffee, sir,” Jessia nodded, setting the cup down on his desk. “I got myself one too, figured we’d be here for a while.”

  “We will,” Ben took a big swig of the drink, then sighed. “Stocks fell and I can’t even worry about my own shares, I have to soothe the idiot shareholders who can’t understand that this loss is temporary.”

  “You know how those finance types are. You could always shove them off onto the CFO, or have the PR head give a news conference or something.”

  “Absolutely not,” Ben grumbled. “I will not have an entire conference just for one little--one--a self-correction. We were coming into a bit of a bubble anyway.”

  “Maybe pass those notes on to whoever you do plan to shove the shareholders off onto,” Jessica replied. “Not my concern, I know. Just thought I’d lend an idea or two.”

  That might be so, and maybe with anyone else he’d get mad, maybe snap at them a little bit over poking their noses into things that weren’t their concern. But for her…

  “I do appreciate the ideas, but I’ve already considered them. All I can do at the moment is wait, throw out all the bullshit I can think of, and hope enough of it sticks that they’ll give up on harassing me. Or direct it somewhere else.”

  “And work very, very late,” Jessica said, standing and sipping at her own cup of coffee. “You forgot about that part. It’s good you’ve got me on salary, or I’d be costing you a lot of money right now.”

  “Right. Probably have to end up bribing you...you’ve been invaluable the last few days--hell, in general. You make everything easier.”

  “I’m always happy to. With what I make, I’d have to be an idiot not--”

  The phone rang. Ben sighed, and sank his face into his hands. “Is it too much to ask that I don’t get bothered every ten minutes? Can I do something other than take phone calls and give assurances? That’s not what I signed up to do in this job.”

  “You’re the one staying past ten.”

  There was a shrug then, and she sat down on the other side of his desk. “It’s too bad that place on Sixth is closed, or I could have a woman up here to fix all your stress problems in a hurry.”

  “I know the place,” Ben replied, waving his hand dismissively, “I’m not that kind of a guy. Rather have one I know, or someone I wouldn’t mind getting to know.”

  “And women of...that kind don’t interest you?”

  It wasn’t that he hadn’t had a good time with an escort before. It was more that--

  --Ben tried to shake it off. He was stressed to the max and bringing women that weren’t her into his mind didn’t help him in the least. Her, that would be the best thing right now. On her knees, maybe, giving him the real stress relief...that would be the best thing right now.

  Or maybe if he could get his cock between those huge tits of hers. That would be even better. She’d swallow, he just knew she would.

  “Sir?”

  “Oh--yes, Jessica? I’m sorry, it’s…I was just...my mind was wandering.”

  “You were staring at my tits, I think I know where it was going. Is it going to be a problem?”

  “It’s not a problem,” Ben replied quickly. “I just--you’re blessed, I’m sure you can understand why a guy would look at them.”

  “You’re lucky I think you’re sexy, or we might’ve had a problem.”

  There was a pause, then, and she looked past him, out the window and at the building across the street. Her mind was the one wandering now, it seemed, and he’d have given anything right then to know if she was daydreaming, or maybe even fantasizing.

  Ben shut his eyes for a second, yawning, and nearly jumped in his seat when he opened them to see her standing on his side of the desk.

  “Jessica!” he said suddenly. “Jesus, I blinked and--and--just don’t surprise me like that, alright?”

  “What? You act like you don’t want me close, and I know that’s a lie.”

  There was a pause, awkward, as she stood and he sat, staring. Ben was pretty sure she just wanted to rouse him in some way. Maybe keep his mind on work...but he didn’t expect her to lean over, lean down like that. Her face was inches from his and his mind (along with his heart) was racing.

  “Look, Jessica, I don’t think--”

  “Clearly,” she said, “You’re not going to get any work done unless you get some relief. What a happy coincidence it is that I happen to think you’re hot as hell. Now we can both get something out of this worthless string of days.”

  She kissed him once, and when she pulled back, all he could say was, “Where did this come from?!”

  “Months of me trying to hype myself up to do it,” Jessica said, standing back up. “Months of me trying to tell myself it was a futile endeavor, that there were women out there thinner than me with whom you’d rather be spending time. Not that I think I’m not good enough, because I know damn well I am. I just thought...perhaps...I just wasn’t your type.”

  “Well--” Ben stammered, “--you are my type, if you want to know so badly. I just...what if someone happens to come back?”

  “At this time of night? The only people up here are janitors, and they work from the top down. We’re smack in the middle and they only started an hour ago.”

  “What, are you that desperate to get at my cock?”

  The look she gave him a second later told him all he needed to know. Well, he was nothing if not an opportunist, and he wasn’t the sort of a guy to turn down chances like this anyway. A big girl, that was what he liked. A woman with hips he could really sink his hands into, a thick waist, a huge rack...and Jessica had all the things he wanted.

  “What--how do you want to go about this?”

  “You let me handle that,” Jessica grinned. She leaned over him again, teasing her lips against his as her fingers sought out his zipper. “You know, I’m not wearing underwear right now, either...sure would be a shame if there were something I needed to keep hidden.”

  Fuck, he thought. Fuck, she got hotter by the second and nothing he could imagine could stop the raging boner she was already giving him.

  When she unzipped his pants, his cock popped right on out of his boxers, eager to be free and ready to sink into her wetness.

  Wait, was she wet?

  “Are you ready?” he asked. “Something I need to know about, if you are?”

  “Nothing, really,” Jessica grinned, stroking his cock as she spoke, “Oh, you mean something like have I been getting off? Maybe you want to know if I can take you right here, right now? Is that what you want?”

  Oh, damn, what a hand she had. That touch of hers was divine, and that wasn’t even mentioning the grip…

  “Get on it,” he said suddenly, “F
uck, get on it. I’d rather not get this suit all messed up.”

  “All messed up...it would be hard to explain, wouldn’t it? No. No, not hard at all, I can just say you needed a quick one, that you couldn’t help it…”

  Thankfully, after another minute or so of jerking him off, she did exactly what he so desperately needed her to do.

  Jessica couldn’t go cowgirl, his office chair’s armrests weren’t wide enough. But she could do something else…

  When she turned around, lifted her skirt, and began to move back and down onto his cock, all Ben could do was sit there and let her magnificent largeness envelop him entirely. And gods was she tight, tighter than he’d expected she could be, all things considered.

  “Fuck…”

  “Is that all you can say?” she teased.

  He didn’t get the chance to respond. Before he could even think of a retort, Jessica began to bounce on his cock and all care for anything that wasn’t her pussy flew right out the window. Fuck the investors and the shareholders, fuck the paperwork, fuck anything that wasn’t her.

  He moaned briefly, but soon put himself to work. As she bounced, he tried (only a little awkwardly) to reach around her hips and down to her pussy. With all the movement, and the pleasure coursing through his cock it was hard, but he did manage it.

  Where was it--ah, there!

  Ben couldn’t help but smirk when he felt the little nub of her clit, and he stroked over and around it, searching for that spot that would drive her wild. When she stiffened atop him, he knew that he’d found it.

  “Good hands,” Jessica forced out, “But I’m trying to make you cum, not the other way around.”

  She rose up and sank back down hard, obviously trying to get his hand off. But he wouldn’t be deterred that easily, and as she rose off his cock a moment later, he started to stroke more furiously.

  Ben only wished he could see her bouncing rack as she moved and moaned. He wished he could grope those big tits of hers, give her even more of a reason to moan out and make those sounds that he was loving so much.

  Next time, he promised himself. Next time, he’d fuck her so hard she’d be feeling it for a week. He’d fuck her so well she’d be begging for another go at his cock.

  But until then…

  It was all her and her tight little pussy, spearing down onto him to the hilt every single time. Taking every last inch of him inside, and filling herself right up like a master.

  Oh, yes…

  Jessica leaned forward on the desk like she was working, arms from the elbows down resting like she was just slumped over from the long, bad night they’d been having. But down below, those thick-ass thighs were moving quick, and Ben could already feel the tightness building up in his lower abdomen.

  Fuck, already? Already? She was going at him that hard?

  “I’m going to cum,” he said suddenly, “Jessica, I’m going to cum if you keep that up, you should probably start--”

  He didn’t need to say anymore; he expected her to do it herself, but strangely she decided to grab his hand and rub her clit madly with his fingers. Not a word was said, but none needed to be.

  “Fuck,” she said, “I already...I was already close to a second when you shouted for me...I’m just...I….”

  Ah, if she hadn’t been fucking him right then, that big wonderful ass of hers jiggling better than any twerk he’d ever seen, he’d have a whole hell of a lot of questions to ask her. But she was, and he couldn’t ask any of those questions.

  All he could do was sit there and let his cock be devoured, over and over, and grip with his free hand the armrest of the chair as if it was his lifeline.

  In the end, he finished first.

  Ben shuddered, and felt his cock twitch inside her. The bolt of climax struck and burned through him, searing every surface with its lusty heat--and as his cock pulsed he went empty inside her. Sticky white fertility spilled in, coating her inner walls.

  It didn’t stop her. He was sitting there breathing hard, and she still wasn’t done with him because she hadn’t gotten what she wanted yet. She hadn’t cum yet, and there wasn’t any stopping until she did.

  The thoughts repeated as Jessica kept bouncing, moving, grinding…

  “FUCK!”

  Jessica practically screamed it out, and Ben could feel her pussy contracting suddenly around his cock, milking it for all the seed it could get.

  Only when she stopped could they both relax in the warm afterglow...and they did so for several minutes, content to bask in its pleasant heat until reality began to seep back in.

  “I should get back to work,” Jessica said quietly, standing up with shaky legs.

  Behind her, Ben watched as his cock left her body, and noted that his cum was slowly following suit.

  “I should too,” he said, practically grinning, “But I think you may need to clean up a little bit...I don’t claim to know what it’s like to clean things up but I’m pretty sure they won’t be pleased if they have to clean cum off your office chair.”

  “Right.” Jessica turned around, leaned over, and planted a kiss on his cheek. “Get back to those phone calls and maybe I’ll reward you for it again tomorrow night.”

  Tomorrow night...now that sounded like a good idea.

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