
Every Day at Four: Erotic Confessions by Kitten Cream 
(c) May, 2001 (MF, MMF, voy, mast, anal, bond)

Don't read this adult story if you are underage or 
aren't allowed to wherever you live. Also stay away if 
you are disgusted by the thought of someone planting a 
listening device to hear all your private sexual 
revelations. Remember: This is only a fantasy! 

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*****

He closed the door of his office, his cock already 
hardening from anticipation.

3:56 p.m. Only a few more minutes.

His secretary was instructed to hold all calls for the 
next hour; over the last several weeks, this had been 
his time to work on a big IT spending project, so it 
wasn't a strange request for him to make. Settling 
into the comfortable black leather executive chair 
behind the gleaming mahogany expanse of his desk, he 
swiftly worked to remove his belt and loosen his 
trousers.  A moment later, his cock emerged into the 
artificially cooled office air, the head slightly 
moist with the first seepings of pre-cum.  He pulled 
on the headset and got out some hand lotion and a 
handkerchief, placing them conveniently close at hand 
on the desk.

The first time he tried this, he blew a load all over 
the bottom of the desk and the carpet. He spent twenty 
embarrassed minutes removing all traces so the 
cleaning staff wouldn't notice the stains. Thus, the 
handkerchief.

4:00 p.m. His cock kicked with a sudden pulse of 
blood.

Through the headset, he heard a door open and two 
women giggling and talking quietly. The door shut 
behind them.

"...couldn't believe it when the phone rang and he 
insisted I answer! Mark was just getting ready to go 
down on me. Well, I didn't realize it at the time, but 
the whole thing was planned. Somehow, he and Gerry 
found out I was seeing both of them and decided to 
teach me a lesson!"

"No! What happened? All the details, please!" A 
crackling noise. "Do you want my other pop-tart? It's 
raspberry."

"Yum, my favorite!"

He waited impatiently through the sounds of rustling 
wrappers and soda cans being opened.

"Ahh, that tastes good!" she drank thirstily. He'd 
christened her Strawberry. He didn't know her real 
name, this woman whose voice made him cum like a randy 
teenager every afternoon at four. But he knew that she 
liked wild sex, Diet Coke, junk food and (now filing 
it away for future reference) raspberry pop-tarts.

The sound from the hidden mike was clear enough to 
pick up the brushing sound of the two women's hose-
clad legs crossing and uncrossing as his sexual 
goddess recounted every hot detail of her evenings. 
The microphone/CD-R set-up was thanks to an electrical 
engineering and information technology double major. 
The mike was connected to his laptop; it recorded 
every naughty word for "anytime playback" on a CD-R. 
He already had four CDs of heart-thumping material.

This masturbatory fantasy-meets-reality life had begun 
when he overheard a conversation as he passed by the 
partially open door of the break room last week. An 
unknown woman was recounting how her date had shown up 
with an offering of strawberries and whipped cream, 
and ended up nibbling the berries out of her every 
orifice. Intrigued by the husky, sexy sound of her low 
voice, and horny as hell from the overheard details, 
he retreated to his office around the corner to let 
his hard-on subside. Wouldn't do to let anyone see the 
Corporate Information Officer sporting a woody in the 
hallways!

As he sat breathing deeply, calmingly behind his desk, 
he became aware of a very faint murmur of voices 
through the wall. A burst of realization hit - his 
office shared a wall (and a ventilation duct) with the 
break room!

Hoping that this conversation hadn't been a one-time 
event, he borrowed a stethoscope from a doctor friend, 
and over the next two days he listened anytime he 
heard voices from next door. At 4:00 p.m. every day, 
the two women got together for an afternoon break. One 
of the women described her sexual encounters. The 
other woman added comments and exclamations.

Overhearing those women talk had made him hornier in 
two minutes than all the corporate-climber 
propositions and bar-side come-ons of the last few 
years combined. He had to hear more!

For the 1st time in his life, he masturbated at work. 
Listening to their conversations, he stroked himself 
one-handed as he leaned up against the wall. The 
position was much too uncomfortable, though. He needed 
to sit in order to use both hands to get the best cum, 
and these orgasms left his knees weak as water. So he 
devised a plan.

He was a pretty good engineer, although it had been a 
few years since he wired anything together. Over the 
weekend, he put together a tiny mike assembly and 
installed it Sunday evening, when no one was around to 
care about the strange construction-noises coming from 
that part of the office. The connecting wire on his 
side of the wall was detachable, so he stored it in 
his locked desk drawer when not in use.

His erection went up a notch when Strawberry again 
began to speak.

"Anyway, like I said Mark told me to answer the phone.  
I was, like, 'Now! No way!' but he picked up the phone 
and handed it to me. I got a shock when I heard Gerry 
on the other end! He was calling from his cell phone.

"'Hey honey, it's me! What are you up to?' he asked, 
*just* when Mark bit my *fucking* clitoris so hard I 
saw stars. Well, you know how hard it is for me to be 
quiet during sex?"

She waited for an "um-hm" from her friend, "I KNOW I 
yelped a little, but Gerry didn't say anything about 
it. So I told him I was watching a movie. Now, Mark is 
sucking and licking me and I'm sooo wet my pussy is 
making slippery noises, and I was really worried Gerry 
might hear something. I mean, he's pretty adventurous 
and all, but the one time I asked if he fantasized 
about threesomes he was like, 'two women gettin' it 
on, far out!' He didn't mention anything about two men 
and a woman, you know? And I don't think he'd be real 
happy to know I'm seeing someone else, even though we 
haven't said that we're exclusive."

A pause while she drank some soda.

The listener applied a squirt of lotion and started to 
stroke slowly up the shaft of his now completely hard 
cock, lingering on the sensitive spot on the underside 
of his shaft, breathing deeply and slowly to control 
the build-up of his arousal. He hated to cum when she 
was still in the middle of the story, because then he 
couldn't really enjoy the rest of it until his 
batteries were recharged.

"Then Mark starts getting all phone-sex on me. 'Mmm, 
wish I was there with you. I could be licking you all 
over while you try to concentrate on the movie. You 
know how you like it when I lick behind your knees? 
Well, picture this - you'd be leaning back on the 
couch, bare-ass naked under your short skirt. I'd 
kneel in front of you, lift your legs up onto my 
shoulders, and lick slo-o-owly up your left leg, 
nibbling first on your toes, then moving from ankle to 
knee. I'd spend about ten minutes driving you crazy 
sucking on the crease on the back of your knee, before 
licking up further...towards your upper thighs... and 
then...'

"I'm panting by now, but Gerry knows that I turn into 
super-slut when a man strokes the backs of my legs, so 
he wouldn't be surprised if I made some noise while 
he's talking about it. He even made me cum one time, 
when we were watching a porn movie and he kept 
stroking all over my legs, then he got that feather 
out, you remember?"

Her friend made vague, agreeing noises, not wanting to 
distract Strawberry from her current recollection, and 
the listener spared a moment to regret that he'd 
missed the details of that day's confession. 

"I didn't even stop to think why *Mark* wasn't acting 
suspicious about this phone call. He's licking and 
sucking me, plus now he's got two fingers kinda 
rolling around down there, he's holding my pussy open 
with his other hand, and I can feel a big one coming. 
I mean, it feels to me like *two* guys are making love 
to me, instead of just one, you know? And Gerry keeps 
going on about how he'd lick up the other leg, and 
then finally he'd get to my pussy, only he'd just 
tease me for a little while first. He says, 'Then I'd 
stop everything, I'd just blow air on your little clit 
and shaved pussy. You're so wet, your juices are 
puddling underneath you.'

"I'm all, 'oh my God, oh my God, stop teasing me. I 
can't take it. Lick me!' It was crazy, I was talking 
to both of them...because Mark, almost like he could 
hear what Gerry was saying, had stopped everything 
too. He was just blowing on my pussy and holding me 
open, not licking or fingering me anymore. He held me 
down on the bed so I couldn't move, but my hips kept 
trying to push up against him for some clitty contact. 

"The bastards! Both of them know I hate being teased. 
I mean, if you can have multiple orgasms, why deny 
yourself? The next one's only a couple minutes away, 
for Christ's sake. And here's me, not suspecting a 
*thing*, moaning about how 'I've got to cum, please 
let me cum'. Mark was watching my face and grinning, 
and he's not even acting curious about this strange 
phone call. I should have known, I'm telling you, but 
I wasn't really thinking straight by then.

"Mark and Gerry stayed still for about two minutes.  
Finally, Mark starts up again, pushing what feels like 
three fingers up me. I'm stuffed full, he starts 
pistoning them in and out like he does with his cock 
when he's getting ready to cum, then he pinches the 
hell out of my clit and I scream, 'Aahhh, fuck, yes!' 
I completely lose it. Did you ever cum so hard your 
whole body goes into a spasm and your mind goes blank? 

"Only problem now is that Gerry, at the other end of 
the phone, hears me scream and goes all quiet for a 
second. Then he starts growling, 'You've got someone 
there with you, don't you?  You slut, you've got 
another man with you! Who is it? I'll kill him! I'm 
coming over. I'm gonna beat your ass for cheatin' on 
me, by God.'

"Then he hangs up, and the damn doorbell rings! I 
about pissed the bed, it scared me so bad.  Mark is 
laying there, not saying anything, just grinning like 
an idiot. When the doorbell rings all he says is, 
'Aren't you going to get that?' Like nothing's 
happened!"

Another pause, while she chugs the last of the soda, 
burps and excuses herself. Her friend giggles 
breathlessly and drinks from her own can of soda.

"Now, I'm not the sharpest knife in the drawer when 
I've just had a mind-boggling orgasm, but I was 
*finally* starting to catch on. Mark bounces off the 
bed, his cock still rock-hard, and grabs my hand, 
pulling me out of the bedroom and down the hall to the 
front door. I'm too stunned to do anything but follow. 
He throws open the door, both of us naked as the day 
we were born, and there's Gerry, his shirt untucked, 
pants unzipped, hard-on tenting his shirt, holding his 
cell phone and grinning like an idiot!

"I finally figured out it was a set-up. I was pissed 
at both of them, but since Gerry was the one that 
scared the shit out of me on the phone I took it out 
on him, beating on his chest with my fists and 
yelling, 'You asshole, I can't believe you did that!'

"Mark grabs me from behind and pulls me up against his 
front. He holds my arms still, and says, 'Now, why are 
you acting like the one who's been wronged, when 
you've been two-timing *us*, Little Miss Slut?'

"Gerry's nodding his head the whole time, while he 
steps inside and shuts the door. 'Mmm-hmmm, you're the 
one whose been fucking us both. No wonder you didn't 
want me to come over last night or tonight. You had 
fuck-dates with Mark! If I hadn't decided to drop by 
last night and "persuade" you to take pity on a poor 
horny accountant, I'd never have run into Mark on his 
way out the front door. We realized what was going on, 
and went for a couple of beers down at the bar to plan 
how to teach you a lesson. Lucky for you, we were so 
turned on at the thought of fucking you together, we 
kind of got over being mad. You must have hinted at a 
threesome at least a dozen times. Be careful what you 
wish for, isn't that what they say?'

"I was still kind of pissed at the joke they played, 
even though I was relieved that they weren't mad. On 
the other hand, both of them were obviously hot for 
me, which was a big turn on. So I thought, what the 
hell? You only live once, right? Mark still has me 
pressed up against him, but he's let go of my hands. I 
reach around behind me and grab his cock and I take 
Gerry's hand, and lead them down the hall to the 
bedroom.

"Oohh, girl! You have *not* been fucked 'til you've 
been doublefucked. Those boys were all over me, and I 
loved it. They'd been hard for at least an hour, so I 
took pity..." Her friend snorted, doubtful that pity 
was involved. Strawberry ignored the interruption, 
"...and got started right away. I got a condom out of 
the drawer, one of the ribbed ones, you know? Slid it 
onto Mark, Gerry's watching and stroking himself the 
whole time, then I got on top and slid all the way 
down his cock. Mmm, fabulous feeling to take it all in 
one go. It's a little unexpected for the body, you 
know, so it's this almost...forced...feeling. He gave 
this sexy caveman groan and started bucking up against 
me right away.

"Gerry watched us for a minute, then got behind me and 
started rubbing up against my ass. I expected that, 
that boy takes any excuse possible to go through the 
back door. I looked over my shoulder at him, then 
nodded towards the bottle of Astroglide and the 
condoms on the bedside table. He sheathed himself, 
lubed up his cock, then slid a couple of fingers into 
me, wriggling them around to spread the lube inside my 
ass. When those fingers came out, I took a deep breath 
and pushed out, and his cock slid home.

I felt like they'd meet in the middle; at first it 
stung, Gerry's cock didn't have a lot of room to push 
into my ass because of Mark's cock in the front. But 
Gerry reached around and started rubbing my clitty, 
and everything started feeling really good. Didn't 
take long for the boys to lose it, maybe five minutes, 
because we were moaning and groaning and thrashing 
around all over the bed after about thirty seconds.  I 
came twice in a row, right away.  Mark kept thrusting 
up against me, groaning and grunting about how tight 
it was in my pussy, then he started hammering away in 
these short little thrusts that means he's about to 
cum. But Gerry beat him to it. He said that it was an 
unbelievable feeling in my tight ass, having Mark's 
cock rubbing up against his through my body. He yells 
out like Tarzan or something and then grabs my hips, 
pushing in as deep as he can. I feel his cock get 
hotter and the head swells up inside me; he's coming 
into the condom. Then Mark's cock is pulsing too.

"I'm caught between the two of them, really enjoying 
myself, but I can't quite get the rhythm I need to go 
again before they're done. I was thrashing around 
trying to make it over the hill one last time when 
Gerry's cock slid out of my ass."

She paused reflectively, "I don't know why, but...that 
feeling of being suddenly empty and crampy from the 
churning around up there, plus this weird feeling that 
you've got to go the bathroom right then...just tipped 
me right over. I started jerking and hollering. Gerry 
held me 'til I calmed down, then rolled me over. Both 
guys were hugging me and telling me how great it was."

****

His back arched as her story reached its climax, one 
hand clamped around the base of his cock to hold back 
as long as possible, the other hand almost a blur as 
it stroked up and down his shaft, gripping it tightly. 
Small grunts escaped his tightly clenched teeth. Sweat 
popped out on his forehead, rolling down the back of 
his neck and dampening his shirt collar. He let go the 
base of his cock and grabbed for the handkerchief just 
in time as his cock began spurting its tribute to the 
erotic goddess next door. He collapsed bonelessly into 
the leather chair, sobbing slightly as he tried to 
catch his breath, listening as she finished the story.

"Anyway, that's about it. They left about four o'clock 
this morning, so I'm pretty bushed! Can't wait to get 
home tonight and take a nap. Speaking of time, what 
time...Oh shit! We've got to get back to work!"

The two women hurriedly scraped their chairs back, 
threw away their trash and headed out the door.

*****

He lay back in the chair, recovering from a powerful 
orgasm. 

This tale would provide him with rich fantasy material 
for some time to come. He didn't know who she was; the 
only drawback was that he didn't know what she looked 
like, so he couldn't picture the real woman in his 
fantasies. Maybe it was better that way. Though he 
really enjoyed hearing her sexual exploits, she was 
almost like a man in the way she described her 
conquests. Now that he was mature enough to consider 
the merit in a lasting, long-term relationship, he 
wanted to spend time with a woman who enjoyed sweet 
words and sexy compliments, not raunchy, no-holds-
barred fucking. Or at least, he thought wryly, not on 
the first date.

Although, come to think of it, a woman who liked both 
would be nice...

He grinned ruefully at his own thoughts. He'd actually 
be thrilled to meet a woman who didn't see his 
position or his bank balance as more of a turn-on than 
him.

*****

He finished cleaning up and headed down the hall 
towards the men's restroom, almost running into his 
secretary as she scurried to her desk.

"Oops, sorry," he caught her as she stumbled and two-
stepped to avoid knocking into him.

"No problem," she mumbled, red-faced. He stared at her 
a moment, wondering if something was wrong, but 
swiftly dismissed the thought and continued on his 
way.

*****

The next afternoon, he settled into his chair, donned 
headphones and prepared for the afternoon ritual. He 
was prepared to hear anything from this uninhibited 
woman. The women didn't waste time with preliminary 
chit-chat today.

"So, Mark and Gerry showed up together last night, 
around eight. I was in my ratty bathrobe, hair a mess. 
I told them I was way too tired for sex, but they said 
they just wanted to talk. 'Talk' my ass, I never 
should have fallen for that one, but they were being 
so sweet I let them in.

"We ended up sitting on the couch in the living room. 
The guys wanted to give me a massage, so the robe got 
dropped to my waist. Gerry started a conversation 
about fantasies, wanting us to talk about our ultimate 
fantasies. Mark is behind me on the couch rubbing my 
back, Gerry's giving me a foot massage. He says I 
should start with my fantasy, since he and Mark are 
busy massaging. Hah! But I'm not shy, right, so I said 
okay.

"I told them my biggest fantasy is me, tied up, 
blindfolded, and forced to cum like, twenty times in a 
row. They wanted all the details - what was allowed, 
what wasn't. I told them if you don't know what turns 
me on yet, then you haven't been paying attention.

"Mark goes, 'Well, obviously you like vaginal, anal, 
and oral, and we know you like sandwiches, but are 
there any limits? How about some wild stuff, like 
vibrators or beads, or veggies, and so on? And what 
about whipping you - oh, not hard enough to leave 
marks or anything, just a little light nipple-whipping 
and so forth?' I was pretty surprised, because these 
guys never even acted like they'd heard of that kind 
of stuff. Guess I shouldn't buy into stereotypes so 
much. I mean, stockbrokers and accountants go through 
the horny teenager stage, too, right? They probably 
thought up the same perverted shit I did along the 
way."

The listener's mind boggled at what *she* might find 
perverted.

"They wanted more details about the fantasy.  Mark is 
starting to rub his hands all the way around from my 
shoulders, down to my shoulder blades, then around my 
sides and to the front, resting his hands over my 
boobs and kinda rubbing them in these little circles. 
Feels really good, relaxing, you know? I lean back 
against him, which is his signal that he can 
concentrate on the front side and forget my back. So 
his hands start wandering downwards. Gerry asks for 
more details about the fantasy. I'm getting kind of 
hot, because it really turns me on having these two 
hot guys taking care of me so good, being all tender, 
while I tell them about this fantasy I've had for, 
like five years.

"I tell them, 'I fantasize that my boyfriend has 
decided to give me a threesome for my birthday, so his 
best friend comes over and they feed me a gourmet 
meal, good wine, nice soft music and candlelight. Then 
we all get in the spa. The water's all bubbly, I'm 
laying back against the wall with one of the whirlpool 
jets centered *right* on my pussy, a guy on each side 
of me, just nibbling on my neck and sucking my fingers 
and stuff.

"After about three orgasms from riding the spa jet, 
they help me out, dry me with towels and lead me to 
the bedroom.

"They tie me face down on the bed first, and then they 
work me over, until I'm *begging* them to stop, only 
they don't, they keep going.'"

The eavesdropper's cock was so hard he didn't know how 
much longer he could hold back. Jesus, this was hot. 
It was pretty close to his own hottest fantasy, too, 
which was to tie up his partner and give her multiple 
orgasms. He usually pictured himself as the only man 
in his fantasy, but this scenario sounded pretty good.  
He took several deep breaths, trying to hold out as 
long as he could.

"At this point, Mark has two fingers rubbing on either 
side of my clitty and his other hand is real lightly 
pinching my nipples, back and forth, breast to breast. 
Gerry's sitting with my feet in his lap. He's pushing 
one of my feet into his erection, kind of rubbing it 
around and around, and he's massaging the other foot, 
rubbing in between my toes. I never realized how 
erotic that could feel until last night, you know? I 
mean, the feeling of his fingers going in between each 
toe was kinda ticklish and sensual at the same time. 
My foot kept twitching all over the place.

"I'm about to cum, Mark's got me all creamy from his 
massage, and he decides it's a good time to slide a 
couple fingers right in there. Gerry's been watching 
everything, and I feel his cock jumping around under 
my foot when Mark starts fingering me.  Gerry reaches 
down and unfastens his pants and out it pops, happy as 
hell to see me. Mark starts sliding his fingers in and 
out. I'm thrashing around from the good feelings and 
rubbing my foot up and down on Gerry's cock. I swear 
he came in about 30 seconds.  Well, it was too much 
for me. Gerry's warm, wet come spurting all in between 
my toes, Mark pushing his fingers right in there, then 
pulling them out to rub over my clitty, and back in, 
going really fast...I started moaning and groaning and 
had a nice big orgasm, it was lovely and relaxing."

At this point, the eavesdropper could no longer hold 
back and pumped what felt like a gallon of cum into 
the handkerchief. He relaxed, feeling his heartbeat 
return to normal, as she finished up the story.

"Mark's the only one who hasn't cum yet, but my poor 
pussy just could *not* handle a cock last night, I was 
sore from the night before. So I turned around and 
pulled out his cock and sucked him off. He came 
record-time, guess he liked the fantasy a lot. I let 
his jizz splatter all over my face - he *loves* that. 
Gerry's kind of laying back, recovering from the quick 
orgasm. I've got my robe-covered ass in his face, so 
he can't really see anything, he's still back there 
rubbing my foot, which feels lovely. Kind of soothing 
since I was too tired to cum again."

In an abrupt change of topic, she suddenly asked, 
"What *are* toes called, anyway?  I mean, the big toe 
is called your big toe, but what about the others? Our 
fingers have names - index, pinky and so on - why not 
our toes?" Her friend just hummed a noncommittal 
response. Her breathing was slightly choppy, one of 
the first times he could recall hearing her react to 
Strawberry's stories.

He heard Strawberry swallow some soda, take a bite of 
candy bar and slowly chew. Then, slightly muffled as 
she finished swallowing, "Anyway, we decided to do it, 
go through with my fantasy I mean, this weekend. When 
we've got plenty of time and don't have to get up 
early for work. The guys are coming over on Saturday 
afternoon. Can't wait! We decided not to have sex 
tonight to make the next time even hotter. Plus, I 
still haven't heard their fantasies, we were all too 
tired to talk about it anymore last night."

Her chair scraped back and she walked across the room 
to throw away the trash. Her friend followed after a 
last swallow from her drink.

****

He removed the headset, turned off the recorder and 
breathed in deeply.  He'd like to be the one with her 
this weekend, rather than listening passively to the 
story on Monday! Since that didn't seem an option he 
dismissed the thought, cleaned up and went to the 
men's room.

His secretary wasn't at her desk when he left. On his 
way back, he saw her coming around the corner, her 
cheeks flushed. He wondered idly if she'd been outside 
taking a walk. He vaguely recalled hearing her tell 
someone that she was starting an exercise program.

*****

The next afternoon, although he checked at 4:00 p.m., 
the women didn't come to the break room. Not 
surprisingly, since he surmised that the only reason 
they went in there was privacy to talk about 
Strawberry's sex life. No one else used the break room 
in the late afternoon, it's sterile walls were too 
drab compared with the bright May sunshine. Most of 
the employees congregated in the grounds outside the 
building. He grinned richly. If they only knew what 
they were missing.

At 4:10 he went to the break room himself to grab a 
soda from the fridge, and surprised his secretary 
sitting at a table, eating...his breath stopped...a 
raspberry pop-tart.

"Oh, sir, I- I- I didn't expect to see you in here. 
Did you need something?" she stammered.

"No, I just came to get a drink. Do you often use the 
break room this time of the day?" Somehow, he got the 
question out in a normal tone of voice.  Could this 
woman be his Strawberry? It was difficult to tell, 
because the women spoke in such low tones during the 
afternoon confessions that he couldn't have picked 
their voices out of a line-up. But now that he thought 
of it, there had been something strangely familiar 
about her voice all along.

"Oh, yes, most afternoons about this time. You don't 
mind, do you? I mean, you always close yourself in the 
office for this big project, and..." her voice raised 
slightly, defensively at the end, as though to head 
off a reprimand. He assured her that he didn't mind, 
and somehow left without saying anything that would 
reveal his suspicions. He almost staggered back to his 
office.

Crazy to think that this woman, with her tightly 
pinned hair and oh-so-proper demeanor, could be 
Strawberry. But the thought grew less unlikely the 
longer he considered the logic. The break room 
storytelling seemed to have started when he began 
having her hold his calls each day; it was a natural 
time for her to forward all the calls to voicemail and 
take a break. Also, there was another break room 
across the building, closer to the main employee area. 
The one near his office was mainly used by the 
management staff. 

He wondered what time she and her friend had gotten 
together, back before he started working on the IT 
project every afternoon. He swiftly calculated; she'd 
only been working for the company about three 
months...Damn, to think he'd missed weeks, possibly 
months, of her sexual history!

He could now put a face and body to the voice in his 
wet dreams. How much more erotic these afternoon 
confessions would be, now that he knew her identity. 
She had a great body, firm tits and a slender waist. A 
pretty face, glasses aside. Big eyes, nice lips and 
high cheekbones. She didn't wear much make-up, he'd 
noticed and been glad of that.

His cock, so recently drained, struggled to harden at 
the thought that his Strawberry had been sitting right 
outside his office door all this time.

****

Hope you enjoyed this story! If you'd like to find out 
how this eavesdropping boss meets his Strawberry, read 
"Every Day at Four: The Meeting" (MF, Rom).

You can find all my stories at: 
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