Max's Diary - Brianna Works Out

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8th January 2026

Dear Diary,

It's a slow week. The office is quiet, and people are still returning from the Christmas and New Year holiday break. Not much going on, so I really couldn't have anticipated where my day ended up. It was a hot one, so I took the train rather than cycling. And it was only getting hotter. By the end of the day, I'd be compromised, stiff and ready.

I was in early; lately I like to leave early as well. So, I got in at 8am; it was quiet. I work in a corporate environment; I'm not going to say where. Gotta stay anonymous so I can keep feeding you fun tales. Anyway, a few of my co-workers were in, including Brianna. Bri, some people call her, but I guess out of respect, and because I'm more senior than her, I call her Brianna. And on top of that, I do also think that Brianna is a much more attractive name in full. It suits her too; she's sexy. I don't know that she realises that though, which is even better.

I checked my calendar: afternoon drinks at 4:30. Maybe I wasn't leaving early today. These things are always a bit of fun: free booze, having a chat with workmates, and sometimes it carries on out of the office, into some hijinks. Nothing crazy generally, a few drinks and dinner. I keep my fun out of work... except maybe on this day.

The day went as you'd expect: work, meetings, a missed lunch, a late lunch. Brianna, the beautiful, unknowing Brianna, wandering around the office, tempting me. Completely obliviously.

I'll pause here to explain this a bit more. I'm a perv. Yep, okay, got me. But most men are. We like to look at a nice ass or a pair of legs or a hot outfit or a large set of tits. It's normal. I mean, I don't get it, biologically. Why are we so attracted to these pieces of flesh and skin? Why those ones? I don't know. It feels like a hunger sometimes. Anyway, I'm getting off track. I'm not a completely rancid guy; I'm not trying to make a woman feel uncomfortable. I just admire a stunning woman.

And Brianna is a stunning woman. Brianna... her parents are from Singapore, and she has that beautiful pale complexion. Deep hazel eyes, long black hair. I think it hangs just below her shoulders. She's short... maybe close to five feet. Really short. Like you could pick her up without much trouble. Like when you stand next to her, you look down to see her. She's dainty and breakable. Or so it seems.

And she wears the kind of clothes to work that raise eyebrows, but not enough to get her in trouble. And I presume she just likes wearing nice clothes and making herself feel nice. She's not showing off for us. At least I don't think so.

She wears short skirts in the winter with nice stockings that show off her legs. She wears low-cut tops that let you see a bit of cleavage between her small, round, plump breasts. In the summer, she wears short, fitted dresses that let your imagination wander and show off her figure. Her smile is beautiful. She's a friendly, lovely young lady. And she's fit too. She goes to the gym often, and it's a common topic of conversation in the office. She's toned; you can see it in her arms and legs. She's trim, and she's got a beautiful thin but slightly curved figure.

She often comes to me to chat about issues she's having with her customers, and I like to help. And it's not just her; I do that with many of my co-workers. We chat at work; we say hi, but not much more than the occasional conversation.

On this day, she was wearing a black fitted bodycon dress. It showed off her hips and ass nicely. She's got a gym girl's butt. For a small girl, it's nice; it's round, and it sticks out in an outfit like this. Like a couple of ripe fruits. And you could just see the tops of her tits in the cut of the dress. Catching my eye as she moved gracefully around the office.

Sorry, I'm getting stuck on her looks! But I just want it to be clear. She's stunning. I'd had a few daydreams about her and what I'd like to do... if we weren't co-workers. I'd also figured she'd never shown interest, so it would never be on.

On this day, when drinks started, Brianna was still at her desk working as I left. I went past her desk to ask if she wanted to join me, and she said she was busy and would maybe come by later. As she turned to look at me, she knocked her water bottle off the desk onto the floor. She bent to pick it up, not realising what she was showing me. I caught an eyeful of cleavage.

It's hard to explain these perfect peaches on her chest. She's not large-chested, but they're just right for her frame. Just enough for a handful. I was instantly hard just standing there in front of her. Before she could angle back up and be at eye level with my tented pants, I moved on, taking myself to drinks.

Brianna often works later than me. She had mentioned the work ethic her parents instilled in her. She regularly leaves an hour late from the office. She doesn't really come to drinks. Along with the consistent gym time, she eats really clean in the office and doesn't seem to drink. Occasionally she will come with us to the bar, but it's not very frequently. She likes to take good care of her body, and I appreciate that.

So, to my surprise, partway through drinks, she arrived. She looked concerned, anxious, I would say. She looked down at her phone, looked up, saw me across the room and rushed over.

"Max, can we talk? I need some advice."

"Yeah, absolutely. Let's find a quiet spot."

I led her to a meeting room off the main gathering area where drinks were taking place and closed the door. The meeting rooms contain soundproofing, so the noise of drinks instantly disappeared. I turned around, and Brianna had taken a seat already, and her head was in her hands.

"Max, I don't know what to do. I'm having the worst week..." She looked up, and she was crying.

I'm a piece of shit... but I couldn't help but notice her cleavage as she bent over, and the curve of her hips and legs as she sat on the seat.

"Oh, Brianna, what's wrong? Tell me, I'm happy to listen." I held myself back from touching her shoulder, though I wanted to be close to her and smell the soft fragrance lingering in the air between us. It was something floral.

We'd had mentoring chats before, but never like this. I'd never seen her cry before, and my stomach really dropped.

"The partners just told me I didn't get my promotion." Her tear-filled hazel eyes, almost cartoonish in how pretty and wet they looked, stared unbelievingly at me. Then she dropped her head in her hands again with a whimper.

"Oh, I'm sorry to hear that. I thought your case was solid! Everyone gave you positive reviews."

As I'd said, Brianna was hard-working and well-liked. But that was the reality this year: business was down, and a lot of people weren't getting the promotions they were hoping for. Brianna was someone who struggled to understand that. She'd been told by her parents that if you work hard, you get rewarded. This didn't fit that narrative. But there was something more to this...

"And... I just found out my dog died this morning. She'd been my dog since I was a kid." She looked up, more tears welling, and threw herself on me, arms wrapping around my ribs and squeezing.

This was unusual for us; we'd never hugged before. But I was happy to oblige given the circumstances. I'm a dog guy myself, and it's heartbreaking to lose an animal you love. I was just glad to give her some comfort... And feel her pretty globes against my chest. My boner jumped up straight away again. I quickly tried to manoeuvre my body so it wasn't pressed against her.

And her smell, heavenly. My nose was just above her hair, and I could smell this strawberry shampoo and her perfume. A beautiful spring afternoon bottled for sexy women to lure in their prey. It was working.

"Jeez, Brianna, that's tough for one day. I'm so sorry to hear that. Losing a pet is never easy." I eyed the windows just to make sure no one came walking past. I'm two levels above Brianna, and it might have looked a bit odd if someone caught us. I was thinking about it from a human point of view. This was someone who needed some comfort. But I knew that it could be seen differently by others. There was no one around, so I held her for a minute.

She sniffled and pulled away, taking a tissue from the pocket of her dress and wiping her eyes. I noticed she had a brand-new manicure, a soft baby pink, sensible length but fake. Cute, I thought.

Those pretty nails slipped into her dress to readjust her cleavage, which had fallen a little in our hug. I could see a black lacy bra peeking out as she did so. Sleek, sexy. Maybe not the underwear I would've predicted for my quiet, studious co-worker.

"That's a wicked combination of circumstances. I'm sorry to hear that, Brianna. You've got a good shot at applying for a role at the next level instead. I can help you find an open position; we will sort that out. But I completely understand the pet thing. You should take some time off."

She didn't seem convinced about the job, not relieved or comforted. She continued to cry into the tissue a little longer.

"Thanks, Max. I appreciate you listening to me and your kind words. I think I just need some distraction. Are you staying for drinks? I think I'd like to come for one." She looked up, her eyes red, but she was searching for a yes. She didn't want to be alone, which is fair enough.

"Yeah, absolutely, I was going to stick around. Did you need more tissues?"

"No, it's okay. Look, I'll go to the bathroom, and I'll meet you out there in a little." She ran off to the bathroom to clean up a bit, and I went back to drinks.

Throughout the hour we were at drinks in the office, she seemed to perk up and manage to distract herself from the current issues. She smiled and laughed and had a good time, but I couldn't help but notice that when other people were talking, she'd sometimes look off into the distance a little and just look sad.

When things started to slow down at the office drinks, a group of us decided the bar was the next destination for a few more. Brianna, surprisingly, wanted to come this time. She stuck by my side as we gathered to leave, stealing glances at me. Little puppy dog eyes, looking for reassurance and comfort.

We migrated to the bar. There's a cosy booth that we love; it's often reserved for us on certain nights of the week as regulars, so we took a seat. I was in the corner, and Brianna sat next to me. I could smell her again, and my gut swirled, thinking about her breasts pressed up against me. I had a mental image of pressing my nose to her neck, hands cupping her breasts, drinking in her scent. I had to really restrain myself and take a long drink of water, try to think of other things. Once I'm in one of those moods, the imagery is hard to contain and my mind spirals.

We got a round of drinks and started to chat as a group.

"Hey guys, guess who got promoted?" Josh exclaimed across the table. He was one of the other engineers at Brianna's level.

Instantly I knew this was a rough, sensitive topic. I turned to Brianna, who was fixated on Josh, staring at him.

"Yeah, I was surprised. My ratings were okay, but my coach really pushed for it, and I got it."

"Wow, well done," Sarah said. "I know Rory got his promotion too." Uh oh, a second one? How many people got theirs ahead of Brianna?

"I got mine too!" Mei piped up from the end of the table. Oh no, I thought.

I looked at Brianna sitting next to me again, and I could see her jaw clenching. Her eyes were still a little bloodshot from crying earlier.

The conversation continued about how excited the three engineers were about their promotions. Suddenly I felt a hand under the table on my leg, clamping down on my thigh. Her jaw was set for the rest of that conversation, and her hand didn't move except to squeeze and unclench on my thigh like a stress toy. To be honest, it was close enough to my dick that I got an erection. With all the thoughts and feelings swimming around in my head, I couldn't help it. I'm just a man, and her hand was right up there.

"Who wants another round?"

"Me!" Brianna called. She didn't usually drink, but I guess today had been too much for her.

Someone stood to go to the bar and bumped Brianna into me. "Oh, sorry!"

As she fell against me, the back of her hand knocked into my bulging cock, standing at attention in the tent of my pants. Immediately she looked at me but didn't release her hold.

Her eyes were wide in shock, but then something else, as she looked away. What was that?

Embarrassed, I busied myself with my drink, then risked a glance back at Brianna, hoping she'd have let go and be as keen as I was to pretend it never happened. But no, she was looking at me again. Her jaw was still a little clenched, but there was something there in her eyes. Something I can't quite explain, but it wasn't the anger or the sadness. It was something like determination. It was kind of scary.

As she stared at me, it happened again. But no one bumped her; she just moved her grip on my thigh so she could bump my wood with the back of her hand. No change in the look on her face.

"What are you two doing over there? A staring contest?" Someone had noticed. We chuckled it off awkwardly, and she let go of my thigh.

Conversation returned to normal, and eventually Brianna had to go to the bathroom. She returned a few minutes later, sat back down next to me again, and grabbed my thigh. I was surprised. By this point, the conversation had truly moved on to other topics. I figured all was forgotten and maybe we could pretend she hadn't touched my dick twice.

"Max, can you grab my bank card for me? I think I dropped it on the floor when I was pulling out another card earlier." Brianna looked me in the eye as she asked me. She was smiling now, sweetly.

"Yeah, okay, sure, one sec." This seemed like a trap; I just didn't know what kind.

I leant under the table towards her legs and could see the card, right in between her shoes. As I bent down to get the card, I could feel her right leg move towards me, pushing against my torso. My natural reaction was to look up to see what was going on. Which is silly, really; what was I looking up at? The table was in the way of my seeing her.

What I did see was up her dress. No underwear.

At this moment, I felt her hand on my thigh again, squeezing. Slowly. She rotated her hand, turning and gliding it back up my thigh until her fingertips grazed my sensitive skin through the fabric.

I jerked and hit my head on the table, straightening up. I handed Brianna the card and tried hard not to show how shocked I was. But from the grin on her face as she looked across the table, I think I failed. What was happening?

"What are you going to spend your raise on?" Shit, the conversation had pivoted back to promotions again, and along with it came a large squeeze on my thigh. But then she hardened her face and moved her hand over to rest on my cock through my pants. She grabbed on again. At this point, I was mentally losing my cool. I can't imagine what my face looked like. But the table was too engrossed in the conversation about money to notice.

"Uh, I have to go to the bathroom, sorry." I stood up, desperate to get away before I gave in to a hand job under the table in front of my co-workers. An action that would obviously be short-term fulfilling and very dangerous to my career.

I awkwardly almost knocked two drinks over at the table as I rose and scooted out to go to the toilet. I felt I had to splash some water on my face and reassess what was going on at the table. I thought maybe I should be going home. This was inappropriate; she was my junior and upset.

I got to the toilets. At the bar we usually went to, there was a line of gender-neutral bathrooms. I picked the middle one and went for the door.

As I closed it behind me, Brianna caught the doorknob and squeezed in. There was something raw and unsettled in her look--grief, anger, maybe even a need to reclaim some control. I saw the quiver in her jaw, determination fighting something much more vulnerable beneath. For a second, I wondered if she might cry again. Instead, she took a deep breath, squared her shoulders, and met my gaze with a boldness I hadn't seen before.

Before I could really react to what was happening, she'd locked the door and was on my zip.

"I don't really care what you have to say. I felt your dick. I think you're into this. I just want to have fun. I've had a really shitty day; I need a distraction." She peered up from pulling down my zip, and I saw that look of steel and resolve in her eyes.

"I mean, you are okay with this, right? Your cock certainly seemed to say so." She fluttered her eyes at me; she knew she had me by the... well, cock.

"Yeah, I mean, I am... sorry, yes. I just... you're junior to me, and you've had a rough day... I don't want to take advantage."

Brianna stood again and grabbed my chin, pulling me towards her face. "Just kiss me."

Okay, I did what I was told. I laid my lips to hers with a fiery urgency, and she met my passion with hers. Her hands returned to fiddling with my pants. Surprisingly, for someone who seemed so quiet and innocent in the office, she was able to get my pants around my ankles incredibly quickly.

She nipped my neck with her teeth and kissed my chest where my shirt parted, then yanked my jocks down, proceeding to squat in front of me, pushing me up against the toilet door.

My cock sprang out to greet her. Veiny and pointing up, ready for her hand to wrap around it.

"This will do just fine." A look of excitement and anticipation was on her cute little face now. Brianna wrapped one of her small, slender hands around my girth and pumped down, revealing the head of my cock from its protective skin. I'm uncircumcised. My hips bucked a little as she teased the pre-cum on my tip.

"Oooo, he's definitely ready. Fuck, you're a horny boy, Max. I never knew. This is somewhat wild, really, isn't it? Us doing this in a bar bathroom? I should be wild more often; this is fun." She winked up at me and took me into her mouth as far as she could. She licked the underside, then pulled back and placed the mushroom tip in the side of her mouth, and slurped it out, making a pop sound as it flopped out.

"Never in a hundred years would I have ever imagined you in this position with my dick in your mouth." I brushed her cheek with my thumb and pushed a strand of her hair behind her ear.

"Really? I've noticed how you look at me every now and then." She gave me a suspicious look.

"Well, okay, yeah. You're good-looking! Sue me." At that, she licked the underside of my cock again and then shoved it in her mouth, sucking up and down rapidly and coating it in her saliva. "Ohhhh, fuck yes!"

Brianna stopped and grabbed a hair tie from her arm. She tied her hair back and grabbed my dick with both hands. One hand was pumping the length, the other working my balls, tickling and caressing them. She was expertly moving her saliva and my pre-cum over my head and along my shaft. It was heaven.

She looked up at me then and idly tongued the head of my dick, pre-cum leaking onto her tongue. Her big hazel eyes showed me a side of her I did not know existed. She stuck her tongue out, saliva and pre-cum mixing and sliding down her throat.

"Okay, enough of this fucking around." She started pumping harder on my shaft now, spitting on the head and getting it lubed. Then her mouth was closed around my dick again, pushing it down to her limit. When the tip reached the back of her throat, she choked and held it there. A mix of my fluid and her saliva was spilling out of her mouth and dripping down her chin. Personally, I think this must be one of the hottest views a man can ever see with his own two eyes. Or it's up there at least.

Brianna looked up at me again as she held it, seconds ticking down, coughing and spluttering on my length. Her eyes, already puffy and red from the crying earlier, now showed small veins, her makeup smudging a little as tears ran free. More fluids escaped her mouth over her beautiful lips. The size of my dick in comparison to this poor woman's mouth made it a little laughable, to be honest. I don't have a long dick, but it's got some width to it. As I mentioned earlier, Brianna was short. Her head was small. My girth was making her mouth bulge like she was in a contest to see how many marshmallows she could fit in her cheeks.

She seemed to be reaching her limit, her face going a soft shade of red and a vein bulging in her temple. She looked like she wanted to go further and was struggling on her own. I placed my hand on the back of her head and pushed softly to press my dick just a little further in, then pulled out. As I did, she coughed and spat on my dick. A long strand of saliva and pre-cum drew out from her lips to my cock. She grabbed it and twirled the strand into her mouth and swallowed it.

Then she was back on my cock, and my hands were in her hair. Now she was going for speed. Her head was bobbing madly up and down, both hands working my shaft in between sucks. GWAK GWAK GWAK GWAK GWAK. A sublime sound from the back of her beautiful mouth as she took me deep with every suck and pushed her limits. A stream of fluids collected and spilled onto the floor, down my legs.

My eyes were almost rolling back in my head at this point, and I could feel my balls constricting, the moment of glory approaching. "Fuuuuuuck, Brianna, Jesus Christ, where did you learn this?!" It didn't stop her furious movements.

I was cupping her head on both sides now and holding on for dear life, my back pressed against the door to stop me from falling over. My legs had lost all strength.

And then she stopped suddenly, and I thought I might collapse. "Ohhhh fuck. No, no, no, please keep going."

Then my balls were in her mouth, and her hand was slowly stroking my wet shaft up and down, but the orgasm had slowed. Her angel eyes never left mine. There was something fierce in them that set my stomach fluttering and had my dick leaking all over again.

She'd suck a ball in, then push it out with her tongue, a pop sound resulting.

"Uuhhh." My legs were getting weaker every time she popped one out.

Just as my orgasm was slowly building back to its peak, she stopped sucking on my balls and slapped my erection, and I was right back down to zero. "Oh, come on, you're such a tease!" I was standing there with my pants down, just praying this wasn't the end. It wasn't. But what a sad image I must have been.

"Don't whine!"

Brianna stood up, grabbed me by my collar, and pulled, angling me towards the toilet seat. "Sit there." My tool was standing at attention, still naturally lubed and looking for relief.

Brianna lifted her dress to her tummy. She showed me her totally shaved, gorgeous pussy, her smooth skin, and curvy hips. She was honestly even more beautiful under her clothes.

Hands on my shoulders, she lifted one leg across me and sat slowly on my manhood. As she moved in, she gently caressed her slit, moving her fingers up to her clit. She gave it a circling touch as she took in my full length. Judging by her concentration, it was a squeeze.

"Your dick is kinda fat."

"Hey, that's a little mean!"

"I mean in a good way, ya know. It's just a bit of a tight fit."

Brianna had her hands planted on my shoulders and was moving herself up and down in small circles. She was seemingly trying to get used to the girth and move the natural lubrication around to get more comfortable. She stared at me, then leaned in, slid her arms around my neck, and kissed me deeply. And there was something so naturally pillowy about her lips; she's a great kisser. A little tongue, plenty of passion.

"Okay, we need to hurry up because this is going to get suss." And she picked up her ass and forced herself back down on my prick. "Ohhh fuck yeah," she moaned, throwing her head back, eyes closed in enjoyment.

I focused on not blowing my load too quickly and gently pushed up into her perfect wet flower. She felt like she was opening around me. Slowly expanding to accommodate my thickness. I leaned in and kissed her neck, hands running up her back, feeling her toned body.

Another heady waft of her perfume found its way to my pleasure centre, mixed with the smell of my own pre-cum from her lips. I nipped at her neck out of pure want.

"You feel incredible. This is way better than I imagined." Whoops, I'd said it.

"You need to work a bit harder if you're going to match my expectations." She winked and then leaned in to nip at my neck. It hurt so good.

Brianna was now grinding in circles on my cock and breathing heavily into my ear, nails clawing into my back. I kept pushing into her, bucking up as much as I could, up off the toilet seat. I didn't have quite enough leverage to really get into a nice rhythm, though. As much as she was enjoying herself, I wasn't quite getting mine.

I grabbed her ass cheeks with both hands and lifted her up off my dick and lowered her back down, moving my hips up to meet her as she came back down. And then I picked up the pace, lifting her up, then bringing her back down and rising to meet her opening. She grunted in response. "Mmmm! Uhhh, yeah, keep doing that! Please!" I could feel her desperately trying to help me with her movements, her arms around the back of my neck, lifting herself up and down with me.

Up, down, up, down. Her pussy was leaking onto my crotch now, our fluids coming together. I could feel it on my legs, and it only made me want to slam her harder. "Okay, okay, I think we need to reposition; I'm just not getting enough movement. I need more of you."

"Do it! Take me!"

I picked her up off my lap and stood her up. I turned her around and pushed her against the door, lifting her dress to reveal her perfect peach of an ass. I slapped it a couple of times on each side, met with a muffled squeal as Brianna covered her mouth to keep quiet.

I put my hand over hers to cover her mouth and pushed my cock at her folds, just poking at the slot to tease her.

"Mmmm," she moaned into my hand. I felt her hot breath, and her hand reached around and grabbed my cock and started jacking it slowly.

I was hungry, and I needed to sate that deep feeling with pounding.

"Put it in!" She was touching herself and pushing her ass out to meet me. I reached down with my left hand and pushed her hand out of the way and ran my fingers through her lips. Back and forth, slowly, caressing my way in. I enjoyed the wetness and the way she moved around my fingers and moaned softly. "Not just yet, I want to soak in this moment."

"They're going to figure out something is going on! You need to fuck me now!" She was right, but the risk was making the whole situation even more exciting.

I pushed one finger into her hole, and another. "Uhhhngg, please, just put your dick in. We need to be quick!"

"Aren't you enjoying this?"

She looked back over her shoulder at me, giving me this look that was somewhere between frustration and lust.

She reached back with her right hand and grabbed my dick that was now just hanging out of my pants and started furiously jacking me off. "If you won't put it in, I'll just try to make you cum. But, you won't want to miss out on this pussy."

She spat into her hand twice and went back to work, coating my cock in her saliva again. It felt amazing. My head fell back in pleasure. I'd completely forgotten about my hand, my fingers still hooked inside her, motionless. But she was softly gyrating on them to get some pleasure whilst she energetically worked my prick.

"Okay, okay!" I couldn't give up this opportunity. My head was swirling; I was getting close. I could feel my fingertips developing pins and needles; my whole body was building to ecstasy.

I took my fingers from her pussy, tracing her slit as I exited, slapped her ass as I passed, and knocked her hand away. I pumped my hand on my dick a couple of times. I used my left hand to press her ass cheek to the left, opening my view of her from behind, and with my right hand, I positioned my dick at her opening.

I poked the head of my dick against her a couple of times, pressing that small hole which had contracted again a little. Slowly, it started opening for me again, and she let out sensual purrs with each press.

"Just get in there, fuck me! Slam that fucking prick in me!"

She was getting impatient now. So, I threw it in. I gave up on tenderness, and I pushed her against the door and bottomed out. This angle was difficult given our height difference, but it seemed a whole lot better than her on top of me.

I jerked her dress up to her waist, where she held it with one hand. I grabbed her exquisite hips and went to town. I started slamming her as if my life depended on it. "Ohhhhh! OH! YES! Fucking yes! Yes! Yes!" I grunted with every thrust and gave her my all; she forgot about trying to keep quiet.

Slap, slap, slap. I gave her some encouragement, and her ass reddened under my hand.

She grabbed my hip, pulling me in, and I leaned into her. She turned and kissed me as we slowed down a little, pressed together, angled, tongues weaving. I didn't want this moment to end; she was an angel taking me to heaven.

I thrust up as deep as I could go, and she winced. I wrapped an arm around her waist, holding her there, my lips finding hers as our bodies melded. I felt her heat radiating against me, her soft skin under my touch, and tasted the sweet wine on her breath as she panted with me. A long, slow moan escaped her lips, and I kissed her enthusiastically in response, starting to pick up my pace again now.

We were locked in a rhythm, and she had to place her hands on the door to keep herself from knocking her head. "Oh, oh, oh, oh, fuuuuck yeaaaaah." She was panting and slapping the door now. I wanted to see her face.

I turned her by the hips and lifted her by her toned, strong legs, up against the wall. She wrapped her legs around me, and I inserted myself from the front. She hung her arms around my neck and started making out with me excitedly, biting my lip and feeding me her thirst.

With the wall taking her weight, I started driving in and out of her cunt.

"Fuck, your pussy is incredible; I already want more, and we're not even done."

"Just keep fucking me! Please! We can talk about that later."

With every thrust, she was yelping now; she was getting close, and so was I. "Okay, no, no, no, you can't cum inside me. Hold on, put me down."

I put her down so she could stand again, and she knelt in front of me. Hands running down my legs slowly, she reached my manhood. With her fist, she started hammering away at my rod. She spat on the end, adding a second hand kneading my balls. "Cum for me, Max, I want to taste you."

She was intently staring into me, and it was one of the hottest things I've ever seen. Pre-cum and saliva bubbling up around her fist, her hair and face a mess from our lovemaking. Her dress at her waist, showing off her shaved puss between her knees. She let go of my balls and placed one hand on her pussy, circling her gem and softly moaning.

Brianna went back to placing her mouth on my staff and gobbling it up down to my balls, choking herself out, fluids dropping around her cheeks down her dress.

"Oh my god, don't choke yourself out!" I gathered her hair up around her face and looked down. She stared up at me, one hand between her legs, the other working the bottom of my cock and my tip nudging against her cheek from the inside. It popped out. "I'll do what I fucking want."

She returned to working her head up and down my shaft, up and down, up and down. The momentum was building to a blissful crescendo. My head was swimming; I was dazed from the blood rushing from my brain to my cock. I could tell from her increasing pace and her hand moving under her dress that she was getting close. She was grunting with every pump in a way that was increasingly laboured. The vibrations were massaging my cock head in a way that had me close to the edge.

She pulled her mouth off and spat the mixture of her saliva and my pre-cum on my dick, pumped it a couple more times, then went all the way down my length again. She choked once, twice, a third time and looked me in the eyes as tears edged from hers. Then she pulled away, gasping for air. "Fuck that's good! Mmmmmm. I would love your mouth on my coochy, but we have to go. Maybe next time."

She took her digits out of her twat and inserted them into her mouth, sliding them in and out and along her tongue, seemingly enjoying her own taste.

So much for the quiet girl from the office.

It was the final stretch now; I was approaching the point of no return, and she was panting, so I thought her climax was coming too.

"Cum in my fucking mouth." And I lost control. I pumped my dick in and out of her mouth, shooting hot ropes of cum down her throat.

"OHHHH FUUUUUUUCK!" My legs were going weak as I shot my last pumps into her mouth. She eagerly swallowed load after load of my jizz and pumped me dry, till there was nothing left. Her hand was now furiously slapping her box between her legs, and I could feel some deep, exhausted moans on my dick as she timed our orgasms to hit at the same time.

Her hands slowed on her vagina, and on my dick, her mouth licking the shaft from bottom to top, then back down again lazily. Taking in the last little bits of my swimmers.

"Keep cumming, big boy. I want every last drop." She caressed my shaft softly as I convulsed above her in post-climax glow.

She flicked her tongue over my tip, and I shuddered, sinking to my knees so we were eye to eye. She parted her lips to show me what was left of my warm cum, then swallowed and kissed me deeply, her hands going to my hair.

I put my right hand between her legs and felt her sticky flower, sensed the warmth of her afterglow. She moaned into my mouth as I did, enjoying my touch. Slowly, I ramped up, circling her clit, hoping to bring her to another climax to say thank you.

She pushed me back and removed my hand. "Wait, wait, we're in a bathroom; we cannot keep doing this. Let's go!"

Brianna pulled her dress back down, shimmying into it. She turned, looked into the mirror, and started fixing her hair. She looked a perfect mess, like the day she'd had. Her promotion, her dog. She pulled a lipstick from her bag and reapplied it.

I admired her form as I pulled my pants back up. I couldn't believe I got to taste her, touch her, smell her...

She turned to me and I pointed to a smear of cum that was still on her chin. She wiped it from her face with her finger and placed it on her tongue, then swallowed it. "Mmmm."

She walked over to me and placed her palms against my chest. "I think maybe I need to request a transfer to you as my manager... now that I know you would really push for me." A devilish smile spread over her face. She patted my cock through my pants, then softly pushed me out of her way and exited the bathroom.