4 comments/ 68075 views/ 6 favorites The Accountant By: janetsue I guess I should be ashamed of myself, but I'm not, really. A little guilty maybe, but not ashamed. I took advantage of a situation that I probably shouldn't have, but you know, I think it's going to work out for everybody concerned. I'm a mid-level manager for a medium size company, and I have about twenty or so employees. Our department has three accountants, one a senior accountant in charge of the other two. The senior accountant, an older guy, decided to retire, and management told me to promote one of the remaining guys to the senior position, and then hire someone to replace him. Well, one of the remaining accountants had been with us for only six months, so I wasn't going to promote him to senior accountant. The other guy, Rodney, was a mousy sort of guy who you would never think of calling "Rod", but had been with us for several years and did good work, so he was the logical choice for the promotion. Of course I had to go through the company required motions of interviewing both men for the job. The first guy knew that he wasn't ready for promotion yet, and just about told me so in his interview, so I knew there'd be no trouble in promoting Rodney. But for some reason I toyed with Rodney in his interview, telling him that whoever got the promotion would have to fit in with all the company's expectations, and that one of the expectations would be the determination of a candidate's stable home life. Actually, during this interview I had the idea that maybe I could get a free dinner out of this. Being single for many years, I was tired of my own cooking, and eating out could be expensive. I told Rodney that as part of determining the stability of his home life, perhaps I should meet his wife and we could all chat over dinner somewhere. At the mention of having dinner out, he became somewhat flustered, and finally said that he'd talk it over with his wife. The next day Rodney approached me, and in a nervous sort of way, asked that instead of a dinner out, perhaps I would go to his house for dinner. I found out later that Rodney was very uncomfortable in social settings, he and his wife never went to parties, for instance, but I thought sure, why not, and I accepted his invitation for dinner at his house. A few days later I arrived at Rodney's residence, a small condo set off from the others in the area. I met his wife, Janet, who was a pretty woman, about thirty, and with a good figure from what I could tell. She was wearing loose, non-descript clothing with her hair pulled back in some kind of old fashioned bun, and was about as mousy as her husband. During our introduction and most of the conversation she kept her eyes on the floor. During the dinner, while she was next to me changing plates, I slipped my arm around her waist and gave her a little tug toward me. She leaned toward me, with no objection from her or her husband. A bit later, when she was next to me again, I slipped my hand lower and rested it on her soft ass, again with no objection. I guess it was at this point that my desire merely for a free dinner took an unethical turn, and at my next opportunity I not only rested my hand on Janet's ass, but I very obviously caressed it. I knew Rodney could see this, but again no one seemed to object to my subtle advances. I had brought a bottle of after-dinner wine, and when the meal was finished I opened the bottle and we brought it into the living room. I sat on a sofa, Rodney sat across from me on an easy chair, and after a moment or two Janet came into the room, and with nowhere else to sit, sat next to me. We all had a few sips of the wine, and as we chatted, I casually rested my hand on Janet's knee. As we finished the wine, I talked with Rodney about the company, and as I did so, I moved my hand further up Janet's leg. I made up some official-sounding story about how the person promoted into the senior accountant's job would have to be a company man and agreeable to management's actions. I moved my hand all the way up Janet's thigh, and started to rub up and down, getting closer to her crotch each time. I was doing this in full view of Rodney, and although I knew he could see what I was doing, he seemed too enthralled with the idea of the promotion to object. As I continued my b.s. about what would be expected of a company man, I moved my hand down, then under Janet's skirt and back up to her bare thigh. My fingers were soon rubbing along her panties, then down between her legs. I moved the edge of the fabric of her panties aside and slid my fingers down along her pussy lips. The only reaction from Janet was a gasp as my finger dipped between her lips, and as I glanced at Rodney, his gaze seemed to be transfixed at my hand in the area of his wife's pussy. At this point I decided to raise the ante. "Stand up," I commanded Janet, "and take those off." After only a second's hesitation she did what I asked as Rodney watched, seemingly fascinated. As she stood next to me holding her panties in her hand, I slid my hand all the way up her skirt to her pussy. I was surprised to find that she was very wet, and I slid one finger, then two, into her very easily. She let out just a little moan, and I could see that her head was tilted back and her eyes were closed. I looked at Rodney, but he was just watching his wife. "Rodney!" I called out to him, but there was no reaction. "Rodney!" I called louder, and with a start he turned toward me. "Take off your pants," I ordered him. He immediately stood up and peeled off his trousers and undershorts. His cock was short, but I saw that he was hard, and I realized that he was enjoying watching me fingering his wife. "Janet, take off your top," I directed his wife, and as she started unbuttoning I slipped off my pants and undershorts. As she slid off her top, unsnapped her bra and dropped both to the floor, I could see that her gaze was on my cock. As she stood next to me I could see her soft breasts, not overly large, but certainly more than would fit in my hand. Her nipples were hard and pointing out toward me as in invitation. I took her hand and fit it around my cock. She simply held it there, but after I took it and moved it up and down in a stroking motion, she continued the motion on her own. I looked at Rodney, but he wasn't looking at me. His eyes were on his wife's hand stroking my cock which was becoming harder by the second. I thought maybe Rodney needed a little more incentive about this time, so I said, "Rodney, a management position such as the one you want demands that the person holding that position will be a team person that will do what is required for the good of the company. My visit here this evening is to determine not only whether or not you can be a team player, but whether your wife will also fulfill her part of that role." Rodney looked at me with almost a look of desperation, so I continued my part of the charade by offering him a chance to stop what was happening, or to continue. "You can stop my evaluation process, if you'd like, Rodney," I continued, "but the choice is up to you. Do you want me to stop?" "Oh, no," Rodney said almost immediately with the desperation in his voice that I had seen in his eyes moments earlier. "And you," I said to Janet, "would you like to stop my evaluation for your husband's chance at promotion?" Janet only shook her head back and forth without moving her gaze from my cock as her hand continued to stroke me. "Ok, then," I said, as I spread my legs a little. "Come and move over here and kneel between my legs." As she did so, I told Rodney to sit on the couch next to me, since I wanted him to get a good view of what was going on. Once Janet was in position, I told her, "Now take it in your mouth and do the same thing your hand was doing." Her warm mouth was immediately around my cock, and she followed my instructions well by bobbing her head up and down along the length of it. I could see that Rodney, with his little cock standing up, was intently watching my cock sliding in and out of his wife's mouth. But about this time I thought that maybe I needed some insurance from Rodney someday going to my upper management and perhaps filing some sort of sexual harassment claim over this "evaluation." I needed something that would make it too embarrassing for him to describe what was going on here. At the same time I wondered if it would be any different to be sucked on by a man than by a woman. So I said to Rodney, as I reached down and casually fondled one of his wife's tits, "Has Janet ever done this to you?", pointing to her mouth sliding along my rigid cock. When he shook his head negatively, I asked, "Would you like her to?" His head eagerly bobbed up and down as he continued to watch what Janet was doing to my cock. "Ok, then," I said, "but to have her do it to you, you should know how it feels to her, so I want you to take her place and do just what she's doing." Rodney hesitated only for an instant before sliding off the couch, and as Janet moved to one side, he moved between my legs and put his mouth around my cock and imitated his wife's up and down movements. My question was answered, because I couldn't tell any difference between how it felt to be sucked by the wife or the husband. As he continued to suck me I reached over and played with Janet's tits, making her hard nipples even harder, either from my touch or her watching her husband sucking on my cock. I then moved my hand under her skirt and plunged two fingers up into her pussy. She started to breathe harder as I plunged my fingers up and back inside her and she watched her husband's action on my cock. In a few moments more she gave a gasp, then a soft moan and collapsed against the arm of the couch, and I felt the contractions of her pussy around my fingers as she orgasmed. Rodney looked up in alarm, but I assured him that his wife was alright, and that he should go and sit back down in the chair. In a few more moments Janet opened her eyes again, and the first thing she looked at was my hard cock sticking up in the air. Of her own will, she knelt across my lap and took my cock in her mouth once more, stroking along its length as her head bobbed up and down in rhythm. Her mouth was so sweet and soft, and I pumped my hips a few times in a fucking motion into her mouth. But I didn't want to cum yet, I saw there was much more in store for me here, so I pulled away from her, and pointed her toward her husband's stiff little cock. She immediately moved to him, took it into her mouth and performed the same stroking and sucking motions that she had just done with me. She's getting good at this, I thought, but she had drawn her mouth along him only about a dozen times before I heard him grunt and thrust himself up into her mouth as he came. Janet's head jerked up as Rodney's cum spattered across her lips, but with my hand on the back of her head I urged her back down on to her husband's cock. "Drink it down," I told her. "Swallow it all, and keep sucking on him slowly until you've gotten it all." Janet did as she was told, and when Rodney's spent cock finally slipped out of her mouth, I told her to kiss him. I watched as their lips met, and I wondered what he thought of the taste of his own semen. I had Janet stand up and take off her skirt, then sit on the couch, lean back and spread her legs. Her pussy was wide open and her moisture glistened along her lips as I knelt in front of her and touched my tongue to her slit. She gasped as I ran my tongue around her clit, and to add to her pleasure I slid two fingers into her. She was mewing softly as my fingers and tongue worked in and around her pussy. I lapped up and down along her pussy lips and in between them, but when I moved up and started a sucking action on her clit, her mews turned to moans. I wet a finger of my other hand with her juices and moved it below her pussy to the opening of her ass. She jumped as I touched her there, but when I pushed the tip of my finger just a little into her asshole, she gave a loud deep guttural groan, then convulsed into a penetrating orgasm. Her knees clamped around me and she pushed my head down hard against her cunt. When she finally relaxed and her breathing slowed, I could stand it no longer. I stood up, took off the rest of my clothes, then bent over and as her husband watched, I slid my cock deep into Janet's wet pussy. I didn't move for a few moments, savoring the warm tight feeling of being inside her, and as I looked at her I could see a little smile on her face. I started to pump into her and leaned over and held her breasts in my hands as my mouth sucked on one nipple, then the other. I pumped into her hard, almost slamming my cock into her cunt. But after a dozen hard strokes I realized that if I kept that up I'd be cumming too soon. Rodney had moved next to me so that he could better see what was going on, and I noticed that to his credit he was hard again. I reluctantly pulled my cock from Janet's pussy, and motioned to Rodney to take my cock, with all his wife's juices on it, into his mouth. In an instant he was sucking on me, tasting his wife along with my precum. As Janet watched, he sucked and stroked my cock, and I finally had to pull away from him. "Ok, enough of that, Rodney, come over and kneel between Janet's legs," I directed him. He did as he was told, and as he gazed straight into his wife's pussy, I realized that he had probably never directly looked into her cunt before. I told him how to lean forward and lick along her lips, then in between them, but when I touched her clit in showing him where else to lick and suck, she gave another moan. Rodney was startled, but I assured him this was normal, it only meant she was feeling pleasure. I guided his fingers into her pussy, and it was obvious he had never done that before. They both were getting into it now, she was mewing again, and Rodney was enjoying giving her pleasure by licking and sucking her pussy where my cock had been deeply embedded just minutes before. Then I showed him how to wet a finger of his other hand in his wife's juices, and I guided it to Janet's asshole. She started to moan, and as Rodney's finger penetrated her tight hole, Janet moaned loudly and rocked into another deep orgasm. As she came down from her high, I realized that two of her orgasms had been brought on by having her asshole played with. I grinned inwardly, knowing that I was going to kick this situation up another notch. I gently took her arm and got her to kneel in the middle of the floor, her legs spread a little and her face turned sideways down on the carpet. I brought her arms around and had her spread her cheeks, opening her pussy and asshole to the gaze of her husband and me. I wet my middle finger and rubbed it around the tight skin of her hole, then with a little effort, pushed it inside. "Uh," said Janet, and as I started a gentle stroking, she continued with "Uh, uh, uh," in time to my strokes. I went in a little deeper each time, and in a moment she was pushing back in rhythm to my strokes. Rodney watched with a look of amazement on his face. I could tell that he had never heard of anal play, so I withdrew my finger and urged Rodney close to his wife's ass. "Lick it," I told him, and when he hesitated, I said, "She will really like it, I know, and as you do it, put two fingers up inside her pussy." Rodney gave a little shrug as if to say, "What the heck, ok," buried his face between his wife's cheeks, and I could see his fingers slide into her cunt. I had to pee, and as I walked to the bathroom I could hear Janet's breathing getting heavier. In a bathroom cabinet I found a tube of ointment, then took my pee. I walk back out to Janet and held my cock, with a few drops of urine on the tip, out to her. She raised up and took my cock in her mouth and swallowed it all the way down, and tasting my urine, I know. I pushed Rodney away from his wife's ass, then told him to take the ointment and smear a liberal amount around her asshole. "Make sure there's a lot of that on your finger, too, and slide your finger into her," I directed him. Janet gave a loud "Aaahh," as her husband's finger penetrated her, and in a few moments she was pushing her ass back against him, setting up a rocking motion with him. I had him add another finger to the first, and even though she pulled away from him a little when the second finger went into her, in another moment she was again rocking back and forth against her husband's hand. I just sat for another minute or so, hardly believing that I was watching this timid employee finger fuck his equally timid wife's ass. But those few minutes were about all I could stand. "Ok, Rodney, now smear that ointment all around me," I said, pushing my rigid cock toward him. Rodney obediently rubbed the ointment all around my cock, and gave it a few extra strokes, I thought, but then what I was going to do next was just starting to dawn on him. He watched as I lined myself up behind his wife, and with her still spreading her cheeks, I touched the head of my cock to her asshole. It must have suddenly also dawned on Janet as to what I was intending as she gave a little cry and pulled away a little. I pulled her back toward me and pushed my cock against her opening. With all the lubrication and finger action it didn't take much to get the head of my dick into her, but I stopped there to see what Janet would do at that point. To my amazement, she slowly pushed against me so that more of my cock entered her, then pulled away a little, then came back again, and I realized that I wasn't fucking her ass, her ass was fucking me. As her husband watched this anal action, I could hear Janet very quietly saying something. I leaned down toward her and heard her saying very quietly, but in time with her stroking, "So good, so good, so good!" I smiled to myself, and as I watched my glistening dick sliding in and out of her, I thought, I met this mousy-looking woman just an hour or so ago, and here I am, fucking her very willing ass as her husband watches. I was soon buried up to my balls in Janet's ass with each of our strokes, but in a moment more I started to think that as far along as I had taken this "job interview", I might need some additional insurance against Rodney ever taking any formal adverse action against me. So I slowed my stroking, and asked him if he'd like to do what I was doing. Without taking his eyes from the spot where my cock was slowly stroking into his wife, he gave several emphatic nods. "Ok, then," I said, "but you know what's required here. If you want to do this to her, you'll have to...?" "Yes, yes, I know," he answered, "I'll have to have it done to me." He quickly copied his wife's position on the floor, reaching around behind himself and pulling his cheeks apart. I had pulled out of Janet, and she moved around behind her husband. With her staring at Rodney's rear, it was obvious that she had never seen a man in this position before, and I'll have to admit that I never had either. I quickly instructed her to put the ointment all around her husband's ass, then an additional amount on my hard dick. Like her husband had done, Janet stroked me a few extra times, then as I directed, she slipped one of her fingers up into his asshole. Rodney gasped as Janet's finger first penetrated him, then was just holding his breath as she stroked him, going deeper each time. In another moment, even without a word from me, she slipped a second finger into him, imitating what he had done to her just a short time before. Rodney gave a soft grunt, then seemed to relax himself enough to accept his wife's fingers in his ass. He soon was rocking back against her hand, and I could tell from the smile on Janet's face that she was enjoying this turn-about. I moved then to position my cock up to Rodney's spread ass and as Janet withdrew her fingers she leaned over and gave the head of my dick a little kiss. She watched closely as I put my dick right up against his puckered hole. "Hold still, dear, and just relax now," she said to him, then turned to me and said, "I think he's ready, push it in now." Wow, I thought, she's giving me directions on how to fuck her husband's ass! The Accountant It was a few months after my wife left that I started dating again. I was in my late 30's and had married at 19 so I was not in the habit of dating and had little sexual experience outside of that wife my wife. It was therefore with some trepidation that I began dating. The first woman I met was an accountant. She was 35, a little over-weight but dressed well and took immaculate care of her pale white skin and dark, shoulder-length hair which was cut one a month at a very expensive salon. Her name was Donna and she was of Welsh background, though she had lost any hint of an accent from her country of birth. Donna had described her best asset when flirting with me as her breasts. She said she was very proud of them. I was unsure why this might be as our first dates were on wind swept beaches in early January and she was so well wrapped up I couldn't tell much about her. After a few weeks we agreed to have a weekend away in an alleged haunted hotel. We had been well behaved to this point, doing no more than kissing and I hadn't even gone as far as groping Donna's breasts, even though they looked ample under her various thick-knit woollens jumpers. The weekend soon came around and we met after our prospective jobs and made the one hour drive to hotel together, travelling in a rather flash Mercedes that Donna had as part of her remuneration package. I found the smell of the leather and speed and comfort of the car strangely exciting, perhaps because it surpassed my own functional vehicle and gave Donna an air of power. We checked in to the hotel which was built some 300 years ago. It was not unduly busy for a weekend, though this early in the year it was perhaps not surprising. After a trip out to a very good Chinese restaurant we returned the hotel for a few drinks. Donna was dressed casually in a pair of jeans which showed of her curvaceous hips and arse along with another woollen pullover from her large collection. However, this pullover was tighter than she had worn on out previous dates and it high-lighted a pair of large breast which seemed to be held high by a very good push-up bra. Around 10pm Donna suggested we go back to out room, a cosy double with en-suite bath and period wooden rafters in the ceiling. It also had the benefit of a large open fire and in front of which was a white fake-fur but luxurious rug. Donna told me she was going to freshen up and disappeared in to the en suite where I heard the bath running. I poured myself a drink from a bottle of good single malt whisky I had packed and I then sat on the bed and waited, unsure what would happen. After 10 minutes Donna called me in to the bathroom. I opened the en suite door and entered, seeing Donna naked for the first time. She was in fact only the third woman I had see naked in 20 years. She had her arms crossed over her chest and as I got close to the bath she let them fall so I could see her breasts. I drew in a breath at the sight as these were the largest breasts I had seen in the flesh. Not only were they much larger than my wives had been, but there was no apparent sag in them. Donna beckoned me towards her and as I drew near she put her arms round my neck and pulled me forward to kiss me, her tongue filling my mouth. She then released me and stood up in the bath and asked me to get her towel and dry her. I got hold of her large pink towel and when she stepped out of the bath she turned her back on me so I could start drying her. I started at her shoulders and worked down to the small of her back where she had a large tattoo, a symmetrical design crossing the spine and extending almost the full width of her back just above the crack of her arse. This fascinated me and I couldn't help but stare as I moved the towel down to dry her ample cheeks and the backs of her legs. As I worked the towel down to her calves and kneeled on the ground to do this, Donna turned to face me so I could start drying from her shins upwards. My eyes followed my hands and the towel as it worked up her thighs and as I rose up I was face to face with her pussy, covered with a well trimmed bush of dark drown hair, the same as that on her head, cut short so that there was little curl in it. I did not stop there though and worked the towel over Donna's slight pot belly and ribs before it came in to contact with her breasts. After a minute drying I discarded the towel and just had to grasp hold and squeeze her nipples gently, playing with them as finally stood up from my kneeling position. At this point Donna pushed me back towards the bed and as she did this she grabbed for the belt on my trousers which she undid. I left go of her gravity-defying tits and pushed my trousers and shorts down and revealed my erection which had been there since I entered the bathroom. There would be no foreplay this first time to speak of and Donna fell backwards on to the bed, pulling me between her legs. I penetrated her wet pussy with ease and was soon pounding a good rhythm, fucking her hard and feeling like a prisoner getting his first action after a long sentence. Donna writhed beneath me and I leaned my upper body forward and craned my neck so we could kiss whilst fucking. Donna chewed and bit my lip and between kisses encouraged me to fuck her harder, harder, harder. In minutes I couldn't hold back and was soon shooting deep in to her accommodating crack, though I sensed that Donna didn't orgasm. I withdrew my dick which despite coming so recently did not flag as much as I thought it would. We poured a couple of drinks and Donna went back to the bathroom to dry her hair whilst I built up the fire. I felt a little self conscious and put a clean pair of shorts on before sitting by the fire. Donna came and joined me after 10 minutes or so. She had slipped a pink bathrobe on and she sat next to me on the rug and sipped her drink. We made small talk for a while and then Donna grabbed me again and kissed me. As she did this I felt bold enough to reach for her breast through the robe which had fell open slightly. Still sitting, Donna pulled the robe entirely open and leaned back on her hands, offering up her breasts to my face. I began to lick and suck her nipples. Whilst her tits looked perfect her nipples were quite unresponsive and as I worked on them Donna encouraged me to bite them gently. I did this, very carefully at first and then a little harder as my efforts were rewarded with some stiffness. At the same time I was squeezing her tits, one in each hand and as her nipples began to grow Donna told me to pinch them. I stopped biting and sucking them and pinched each one in turn. I was not as gentle as I thought I should have been but to my surprise Donna told me to pinch harder. I tried but was still careful, so Donna took hold of my left hand with her right hand, waited till my thumb and fore finger were closed on her right nipple then squeezed surprisingly hard to show me what pressure to exert. This had the effect that her right nipple grew hard and erect now. I repeated the exercise on her left nipple and was pleased to get a similar result. Donna was starting to moan a little more and shrugged off the robe entirely. She then laid back on the rug and I began kissing her belly and quickly moved my attention to her pussy. I nuzzled her pubic patch and quickly slipped my tongue down between her lips to seek out her clit. As I did this and started to make small circles around her clit with my tongue, I continued to squeeze and pull at her nipples. Donna opened her legs wider to let me get deeper inside her and as she did this I felt her hands take over the nipple tweaking as she started to moan and thrust her pussy towards my face. I then backed off a little and slipped two fingers in to her vagina and let them move quickly upwards until I found her G-spot. Donna clamped her legs together on my hand and asked me what I had done. I explained I was just searching for her G-spot and she admitted no one had touched her there before. I pulled my fingers out and told her to relax. I then went back to kissing and licking her growing clit until she was almost dripping wet and I then again slipped two fingers in to her and worked upwards until I found her G-spot again. This time Donna reacted by thrusting her hips forward as I massaged her G-spot with little strokes and circles and alternated this by pressing fingers harder in to it. By this time Donna was beginning to thrash around more energetically and was now only fondling her breast with her left hand, her right dropping to her cunt where she was desperately fingering her clit as I pressed and rubbed her G-spot. I could feel her climax building as I continued to rub and I suddenly felt her body tense and the fingers of both hand pulled her vagina lips apart. She then bucked forwards and backwards a couple of times before I felt a stream of hot liquid cover my hand as she squirted at the moment of her orgasm. I stopped rubbing and withdrew my fingers. Donna apologised and told me that hadn't happened to her before. I told her not to worry, that it happened with some women. (I was of course bluffing to some extent as I had only seen it work on my estranged wife who would squirt like this occasionally.) As she lay back panting Donna told me to straddle her after removing my shorts. I was now fully erect again and she slid down beneath me until my cock was between her tits. She squeezed the flesh together and told me to fuck her until I came over her, my spunk hitting her neck and chin as it spurted out. I was exhausted and happy and thankful my wife had ran off with someone else. If she hadn't I would never have met Donna and would never have got to fuck someone who I later found out had such perfect tits because of good quality implants. Thanks Mr Cosmetic Surgeon! The Accountant Ch. 02 In the previous chapter, I told how I had used the excuse of interviewing our accountant Rodney for a promotion, and I had gotten myself invited to his home for dinner with him and his wife Janet. With some not-so-subtle references to him having to be a "company man" and together with his wife having to be a "company couple", I ended up having some very satisfying sex with both of them. They were both very inexperienced sexually, so the sex I had with them was not only very good for me, but they both got to experience oral and anal sex for the first time, and lost much of their inhibitions. After Rodney got his promotion, which he would have gotten anyway, and I had hired Gloria, a woman in her mid-thirties as his replacement, he came into my office one day and asked some general job-related question, but then hung around with something else obviously on his mind. I finally got out of him that he and Janet would like to have me out to their place for dinner again the following week. He stammered a little as he offered the invitation, so I guessed that the dinner would consist not only of a meal, but a repeat, perhaps, of our sexual threesome. "Why certainly, I'd be happy to," I answered Rodney. "I think it worked out nicely last time, didn't it?" "Oh, yes," he replied while looking down at his shoes in an embarrassed manner. "Did you like what we three did last time?" I asked teasingly. "Yes, very much," Rodney answered. "Did you like what I did with you?" "Uh-huh," he answered, starting to look up toward me. "Would you like me to do that with you again?" "Yes, I would," he replied while looking directly at me. "Would you like to do that again right now?" "Oh, very much," he answered. With that encouragement, I came around from behind my desk, opened my pants and pulled down my shorts enough to get my cock out in the open. Without another word, Rodney took my cock in his hand, stroked it a few times, then leaned forward and took it into his mouth. I closed my eyes and savored the wetness of his mouth, and as his head started to bob up and down on my hardening dick, I made myself remember how soft and delicate his wife's mouth felt when she had sucked on it just days ago. When he had gotten me hard enough with his increasing oral talents, I pulled away from him and turned him around to lean across my desk while I got a tube of oily hand cream from one of my desk drawers. I told him to pull down his pants and shorts and had him spread his cheeks while I oiled up my finger. I slowly pushed a finger into his ass, and when he gave a loud sigh, I pushed a second finger into him. As he had done in my earlier visit to his home, he started to rock back against my fingers, so I added a third finger and soon had all three buried up into his ass. My cock was still hard from Rodney's sucking, so I put some the lube on it, pointed it at his widened puckered hole and pushed the tip of it in. I waited a few seconds for him to get used to it, and then pushed a little deeper. He didn't seem to pull away for me at all, so I pulled almost all the way out, and then in one stroke went into his ass all the way up to my balls. Rodney grunted, and then pushed back, seemingly wanting to get my cock into his ass even deeper. Within about thirty seconds we had a rhythm going, pulling almost all the way out, then back in deep and hard. I closed my eyes and imagined that it was Rodney's wife that I was again ass fucking, that my hips were bumping against her soft cheeks, and remembered how her tits swayed as I plunged into her. My good memories were suddenly interrupted when my office door opened and the new accountant, Gloria, walked into the room. She stopped in her tracks when she saw the scene in front of her. I waited for her to say something or bolt from the office, but she just stood there gazing wide-eyed at Rodney and I. Finally I said, "Well, don't just stand there, close the door." I kept up a slow stroking motion in Rodney's ass as I watched Gloria, without taking her eyes off us, push the door closed. "It's ok," I encouraged her, "you can come over here and watch if you'd like." I knew these few seconds would be the test, Gloria could suddenly flee the room, she could scream, she could say some really bad things to Rodney and I, or she could accept what she was seeing and perhaps be interested in it. She slowly walked over to us with her eyes focused on the spot where my cock was still slowly stroking into Rodney. For maybe the first time I really looked at her in other than a boss to employee manner. Her light brown hair was medium length and well cut, her eyes were hazel, and although I was sure she must be wearing makeup, it wasn't obvious. Her white blouse with one or two buttons undone covered what appeared to be a very generous chest, and her blue skirt came to just a little below her knees. Her clothes, while not looking overly expensive, were stylish, and I remembered her saying during her interview that she was divorced, so it appeared that perhaps she was drawing from an ex-husband's money. For her benefit I stroked extra slowly into Rodney's ass. I backed my cock out until all but just the tip of it was showing, then just as slowly pushed myself back in until I was buried balls deep into him again. Gloria watched intently, her eyes glued to the point of contact between Rodney and I, and her hands absently rubbing up and down the sides of her skirt. I did this slow motion several more times and watched as Gloria started to breathe deeply through a half open mouth and her eyes took on a strange sparkle. Finally I withdrew from Rodney completely and turned so that my engorged cock was pointing directly at Gloria. I heard her breath catch in her throat as she gazed at my cock, so I took the chance of bringing her hand up to it. I held my breath, not knowing if she would acquiesce, or smack my face and run from the room, but I let my breath out as I felt her hand close gently around my cock. I lay my hand over hers to get her to start stroking it. As she did, I saw that Rodney had pushed away from where he was leaning over the desk and had his eyes fastened on Gloria's hand as she stroked me. I motioned him over to me and had him bend down to take my cock in his mouth. He bobbed his head up and down on it in time with Gloria's stroking. As she watched the action on my dick intently I took the opportunity to reach down and feel her tits. She felt so soft that I wondered for a moment if she was wearing a bra at all, but decided that it was just a soft cloth bra without any wires or padding in it. Through the two layers of cloth I could feel her nipples hardening, and although she continued to stroke me I could see that her eyes were closed. At this point I felt that perhaps I needed some insurance against any later claim that, as her boss, I had forced Gloria into doing something that she didn't want to do, but felt pressured to do it. I sort of pushed Rodney away from me, then gently took Gloria's hand from my cock. I held her hand, then said, "Gloria, you don't have to do any of this. You could walk out of this room right now and it would never, ever, be held against you. Your professional career wouldn't be hurt in any way if you said you didn't want to continue here." She took several beats before she raised her eyes from my cock to my face, but then said, "No, please don't make me leave. It's not something that I've ever seen or done before, not like this anyway, but I do want to go on and see what happens." "What's going to happen, Gloria," I warned her, "Is if you stay, you're going to be fucked by both of us. Now, if you want that, go ahead and pull off your panties." She hesitated for a moment, looking nervously at Rodney, then kicked off her shoes, pulled up her skirt to her waist, then pulled her white panties down to her feet and pushed then off to the side. She kept her skirt up and I could see that her pussy was partially shaved. I glanced at Rodney, who still had his pants down to his ankles, and I could see that his small cock was sticking straight out, obviously at the sight of the first pussy, other than his wife's, that he had ever seen. I took Gloria by the hand, led her over to my desk, and had her bend over in the same position that Rodney had been just minutes earlier. Her ass was soft and rounded, and I could just imagine how it would feel pushed up against me when I would fuck her. I pushed her legs apart a little, and rubbed my fingers along the edge of her pussy lips. She felt slippery, so I pushed my fingers into her deeper. I leaned along her side and whispered that I could feel that she was so wet and ready for a cock, and how good this was going to feel for all three of us. I had three fingers in her, and her pussy was starting to make wet sounds as I stroked my fingers in and out . She was making little noises as she pushed back against my hand, and as I motioned Rodney over to watch, I took my fingers out and replaced them with my cock. By this time she was so wet that I speared myself into her with one stroke, hard and fast, and to my amazement, Gloria gave several little grunts, then one deep cry, and I felt her pussy muscles spasming around my cock as she came. I slowly stroked in and out of her a few more times, marveling at how the insides of Gloria's pussy seemed to massage me all along my shaft, then took my cock out and motioned Rodney to take my place. As he entered her he closed his eyes, and I wondered how it felt to him to be in a pussy other than his wife's for the first time. I moved up to position my cock, wet with her juices, at Gloria's face. By this time she was over her orgasm and was eagerly pushing back against Rodney's cock. As soon as she saw my cock, she moved her head to the side to take it, juices and all, into her mouth. She took part of my cock in, moved back out, took more in, and by her third effort she had taken me all in and her lips were up against my pubic hair. I withdrew from her mouth just a little, then pushed back in, withdrew again, pushed in again, and in a few seconds I was fucking Gloria's mouth. I looked over at Rodney and saw that his eyes were still closed, but his pace in fucking Gloria's cunt was picking up. I guessed that he was close to cumming, so I reluctantly pulled my cock from Gloria's mouth and told Rodney to take my place. He positioned his cock, still dripping with the juices from her pussy, next to Gloria's mouth, and she eagerly took it in. I took the tube of cream that I had used to lubricate Rodney's ass earlier, and moved around behind Gloria. Her pussy was shiny with her juices and wide open after being fucked by two different cocks. I effortlessly pushed my dick into her, moved out, and then slammed back into her hard and deep. Gloria grunted around Rodney's cock, and pushed back against me in an effort to get me in even deeper. I held my position hard up against her ass, then took some of the lubricant on my thumb and spread it around Gloria's asshole. She grunted even harder as my lubricated thumb pushed into her ass. I moved it around, pushed it all the way in and could feel her sphincter muscle starting to relax. Her wet cunt made a slopping sound as I took my cock out, and as I positioned it at her little puckered hole I could see Gloria's head bobbing fast along Rodney's dick, and he in turn was pumping fast into Gloria's mouth. I gave my hard cock a little push, and the head popped into Gloria's ass. I held it there for a second or two, and then pushed a little harder. Gloria was making deep guttural sounds in time to my slow short strokes, and when I was finally all the way into her ass I saw her body shudder and her muscle convulsed around my cock. At the same time I heard Rodney gasping, then slumping over Gloria as he emptied his load of cum into her mouth. She swallowed it all down, adding to her own orgasm, and I took advantage of the situation to start fucking Gloria's ass in earnest. I leaned over her, feeling her ass cheeks against my hips, and reached around to her breasts. I could feel her nipples through her thin blouse and bra, and I squeezed them tightly as I stroked my cock into her ass. I stroked hard and deep, and in a moment or two Gloria was pushing back against me, matching her strokes to mine. We both were grunting at the same time, and the feeling started to build in me, almost a chill as I felt the cum building up. Then it was almost at the head of my dick, and I slapped hard into Gloria's ass, then stopped and let the feeling of the cum spurting out of me overcome my senses. I filled her ass with spurt after spurt of my cum, and when it was almost done I resumed stroking into her, slowly and easily, until I felt that I had filled her ass with my entire load. I had cum so hard into Gloria's ass that my knees felt weak, so I just lay over her for a few moments until my breathing started to return to normal. Gloria was making little sounds that almost seemed like she was purring. I finally slipped my softening dick from her ass with a little slurping sound and stood up. Gloria stood up also, then turned and knelt in front of me to take my cock in her mouth. She sucked on it slowly and gently, milking whatever traces might be left of my cum. I started a slow stroking motion into her mouth in time with her rhythm, but I realized that would soon get me hard again, so I reluctantly pulled my cock away from her mouth, kissed her softly on her forehead, and said, "Maybe we should quit for the day and make ourselves presentable in case someone else should walk in on us." Both Gloria and Rodney agreed, and Gloria, with her panties bunched up in her hand and with a smile for Rodney and I, headed for the ladies' room to fuss over her appearance. "Rodney," I said after a moment, "I know you invited just me for dinner at your place next week, but I think I'd certainly want to bring Gloria along. " "Oh, yes, please do," said Rodney. "I think she'd fit right in." And with that he stepped out the door, and all I could do was to look around my office, remembering what had just taken place there, and think, "Wow!" The Accountant Pt. 01 Today was just another day, more of the same, but at least she enjoyed her work, keeping out of the way in the office and just keeping her head down, going over the accounts. It was tomorrow she wasn't looking forward to, when she had the client meeting. It wasn't that she was shy by any means, it's just that client was different. He distracted her from her work, not intentionally, at least it seems that it was never intentional. Tomorrow was going to be a difficult day for her. When she got dressed, she chose an outfit that was a plain as she could put together, nothing at all on display, she was going to concentrate on the accounts and he wasn't going to put her off this time. She arrived a few minutes early, as usual and busied herself going over the prepared notes before being called into the meeting room. And there he was. Tall, broad, those piercing blue eyes. She sat down, doing her best to focus on the report and not look up unless she really needed to. He sat down next to her, his scent, gentle and masculine drifted towards her and she almost shivered. "Concentrate", she told herself and carried on going through the details until it was time to leave. They stood up together, almost the same height and she was caught by those eyes that seemed to look deeply into hers, as though searching for something. They shook hands, his strong yet gentle hand, his voice as he said goodbye reminding her why she really didn't want to be here, feelings she worked so hard to suppress bubbling up to the surface. Safely in her car, she drove home trying to shake him out of her head, a night out with the girls was needed to be able to relax and forget all about it. Three months later, she received an email from him. He needed to go over the business plan in more detail to make sure everything was covered before getting started with his new venture and the meeting was to be at the new building. She felt herself getting flushed at her desk, the thought of seeing him again, "it's just work" she told herself all the way to the new building. When she got there he was alone in the office, surrounded by paperwork and what looked like a picnic lunch. "I took the liberty of bringing some lunch, I thought we could eat as we go over all this" he said, motioning towards the piles of paper on the desk. "That's fine, I'm OK actually," she said dismissively, "let's just get started shall we?" They worked almost in silence, going over the documents and making notes or corrections and without noticing they had moved closer together, so that when she looked up she was staring right into his eyes. His pupils were huge, she tried to look away, at the desk, the paperwork, anything but those blue eyes kept bringing her back each time. She could hear herself starting to breathe more heavily, the room closed in on them and he was all she could see. Her skin tingled at the thought of their hands touching, she could feel her heart racing as he leant towards her, and as his fingers brushed over hers she shuddered, the feeling was electrifying. The simplest of touches made her want more, her hand gently moved along his and she moved his hand onto her waist, her mouth opened and she gasped slightly at his touch. He put his other hand on her waist and gently pulled her closer to him, their mouths inches apart now, heart pounding in her chest and a deep longing taking over every part of her body. She slid her hand down his body, running her fingers over the buttons on his shirt until she got to his jeans and she hesitated for a moment, and looking deep into his eyes she moved her hand down a little more. Through his jeans she could feel how hard he was, and she teased at him with her finger nails through his clothes, now it was his turn to gasp slightly, his eyelids fluttered a little with each brush of her fingers. She ran a finger along his zip and he quivered as the intense feeling washed over him. She could feel herself getting wetter and her nipples were so hard, she could feel his chest against them as she moved a little closer, just as his hands moved from her waist, behind her, feeling the line of her bottom, then slowly back up to the zip on her skirt. Her skirt fell to the floor, she was aware of how wet she was now, her delicate lace underwear completely see through, her shaved pussy almost visible, swollen and tingling with desire. She unbuttoned his shirt and ran her fingers up and down his chest, she could feel his heart beating, sweat already forming, and she moved her hands back down, down to his zip. She hesitated again, feeling how hard he was then slowly unzipped his jeans, undoing the button and letting them fall. His boxers could hardly contain him, he was harder than he could ever remember being, as she slid her hand inside, feeling his smooth cock. Her fingers ran along his shaft, down to his balls, gently squeezing and then she dragged her nails along him, pulling him towards her. He nearly tore her blouse off, just able to undo the buttons and threw it to the floor, then in one quick move he removed her bra, her breasts were in his hands now, her nipples hard against his fingers, she nearly cried out as he moved so their bodies were touching, his hard cock now pressing against her pussy, just a thin layer of wet lace between them. Their lips met in a kiss so passionate it nearly knocked her of her feet, she was breathless and wanted to consume him, their tongues together before he spun her around and in one move pushed her against the desk and pulled her thong away, his powerful hands around her, one cupping her breasts, her nipples sending waves of ecstasy through her body, the other slid down her and found her pussy, swollen and wet. His fingers began to enter her at first, one at a time before he slid his hard cock slowly into her from behind. She cried out as he penetrated her in one long slow movement, his fingers now gently stroking her clit as waves of desire pulsed through her body. She pushed into him, wanting him deeper inside her, pushing his fingers onto her clit, harder and harder, sweat now dripping from them both as he thrusted into her pussy with everything he had. She had never felt this way before, she needed to be taken like this, to be fucked, breathless and wanting him in every part of her, she could feel her orgasm rushing up inside her, she begged for it to wait, but his cock, deep inside her soaking pussy wasn't going to let it wait, and she was overcome with pleasure. She had never cum so hard, wave after wave, so much that her senses could hardly take it, her eyes closed as she lost herself in the heat and intense pleasure. She pushed him away, and felt him slide out of her then turned to him and fell to her knees. She took him into her delicate mouth, sucking his hard cock, tasting herself on him, which turned her on even more. She could feel him getting even harder, his breathing had changed, he was almost panting, eyes closed, he was close. She teased, using her tongue around the end of his cock, licking down his shaft and then sucking his balls, until he moaned above her. Again she teased him, gently running her finger nail under his balls and towards and over his ass, he shook uncontrolled, and she took him into her mouth again, sucking harder, her tongue licking his delicious cock as she felt him get harder still, and heard him moan louder and she pulled him out of her mouth, just as he exploded over her, hot cum squirted across her breasts as she buried his cock between them. They collapsed together on the floor, entwined with each other, still breathless and covered in sweat and cum as the daylight began to fade outside, the winter afternoon giving in to the evening and early dusk. She tidied herself up as much as she could, and left for home. That night as she showered, her hand moved down her body, across her breasts and down to her pussy, wet from the shower and her reminiscence of the day. Gentler touches now, as she lay on the sofa in front of the fire, drifting off to sleep. Work would never be the same again. The Accountant Surprised Me I met Carl online. He was an accountant and seemed to be nice enough. I was attempting to find someone I could settle down with at this point in my life. Carl was a safe bet. We decided to meet up at the mall. When I first saw him, he was undoubtedly an accountant... his pants were too short, he wore glasses, and had on a button-up. Nonetheless, he was an attractive black man. We had a great time talking and when he walked me to my car, he grazed my lower back with his hand. He gave me a quick kiss and we text later that night that we'd see each other again soon. I had hopes for Carl in the relationship department, but knew there was no way he would be exciting in bed. I had accepted that if things moved forward with him, I'd have a stale sex life. After meeting up a handful of times, I quickly found out that I was wrong. Carl liked it rough. He fantasized about sharing me with another man. He wanted to discuss my fantasies, wanted to make those fantasies come true, and brought up coming over the next evening. Carl text me with instructions the next night. "Be in lingerie, blindfolded. Beads in." I had recently purchased a vibrator and massaging beads. I was anxious. I paced around the apartment, wondering how quickly he'd be there. I text back and told him the door was open and that I'd be waiting for him in my bed. I changed into a thong and black nightie. I inserted the massaging beads, feeling how wet I already was. I was so excited to live out a fantasy... giving someone else control. Grabbing a few scarves, I tied the black scarf around my head. The other scarves were placed next to my vibrator. I laid on the bed, breathed slowly, and waited. It felt like an hour, but probably only lasted a few minutes. I heard the front door open. I patiently waited, listening for him to come into my bedroom. I heard him inhale when he entered the room, making me smile. I felt my pulse race, excited for him to come over to me. I hated not being able to see him, not knowing where he was standing, not knowing what he was doing. The mystery of it all only made me wetter. Then he was next to me, bending over and kissing me. I felt a scarf wrap around my wrist tightly, then the other. When he was finished binding my wrists, I felt him pull my top down. He immediately began sucking my nipples into his mouth, biting on the first one, then the other. I tried moving my hands to hold on to him, feel him. I grabbed onto his cock through his jeans. He pushed my hands away and I could hear him removing his clothes. Then I felt his hands on my hips, pulling down my black, drenched thong. He moaned as he touched my lips, feeling how wet I was. I felt him pull at the string attached to the beads. His finger briefly rubbed against my clit, making me lift off of the bed. I wanted him to be touching me. I wanted him to please me, make me cum. Slowly he pulled the beads out of me. He whispered, "You're so wet!" Then I was being pulled off of the bed by my wrists. I was being shoved to the floor and felt his cock at my mouth. I ran my tongue over the head at my lips. I sucked the tip in, hearing him moan. I moved my hands down, rubbing my fingers over my clit. I moaned as he pulled his cock out of my mouth, slapping it against my cheek. His hand was in my hair, pulling me up by my hair and shoving me face down onto the bed He slapped my ass again and again until I cried out. He told me to get on all fours. With my hands tied, I slowly made my way so that my ass was in the air, presented to him. I felt more slaps across my ass, knowing it had to be red by now. I heard the vibrator turn on, my pussy clenching as I waited to feel it press against me. I felt the length rub up and down my slit, then settle on my clit. Feeling the pulsing I moaned, pushing up to him. I wanted to feel his cock in me. I wanted to feel him push his cock in and out, stretching me. He kept teasing me with the vibrator, moving it up and down my slit, up near my ass, then back down. I felt myself open as he shoved the vibrator in me, slapping my ass as he did it. He began slapping me, alternating between my cheeks, occasionally making contact with my clit. I began calling out, begging him to fuck me. The vibrator turned off and I felt it get pulled out of me. Carl grabbed me by my hair, pulling my head back near his mouth. "You want me to fuck you? Fuck your wet cunt?" I was so turned on, I whimpered, "Yes!" He wrapped his hand around my throat from behind as he shoved his cock in me. I threw my head back, screaming out as he began to fuck me. He let go of my throat, holding onto my hips and began pushing his cock rapidly into me. Holding my hips, only to let go and occasionally slap my ass. I could hear him as he moved in and out of me, his thighs hitting against my ass; feel my juices rolling down my legs. I felt it coming and then it hit, I came all over him, moaning as I collapsed into the bed. Carl mounted me from behind at this point, me laying flat on the bed. He wrapped my hair around his fist, pulling my head up and he began punishing my pussy. Punishing me for cumming before him. I felt a final slap across my ass and then felt him pull off. A few seconds later I felt his cum coat my back as he moaned out loud, letting my head drop to the bed. The Accountant So I pushed, met a little resistance, then the head of my cock disappeared inside him. Rodney grunted a little, but didn't move away, then as his wife looked on, I slid in a little deeper, moved out a bit, then slid in deeper still. I kept up this motion until my dick was buried deep inside him, and noticed surprisingly that if I didn't look at him, Rodney's ass didn't feel much different than Janet's. I moved out some, then back in, and Rodney responded as his wife had, rocking against me with each stroke. Soon I was all but slamming into his ass, and when I glanced at Janet I saw that her eyes were fixed on when my cock was disappearing into her husband's ass, but one of her hands was busy rubbing one a nipple and the other was stroking into her pussy. I reached over, and while my cock was rocking into Rodney's ass, I played with Janet's tit. Pretty soon, though, I could tell with all that was going on I was on the verge of cumming. I didn't want to cum in Rodney's ass, so I pulled out, pushed Janet over onto her knees, and slipped my rigid cock back into her ass. She willingly took me in, and pushed back against me, driving my dick deep into her. But when I looked over at Rodney, I remembered I had told him that he could fuck his wife in the ass after he got fucked. So I pulled out of Janet, and motioned to Rodney to take my place. I watched him slip his cock into where mine had just been, and in a moment they were both stroking each other. I moved around the floor to where I could position my cock at Janet's face. Without any urging she leaned over and took my cock, which a moment before had been buried in her ass, into her mouth. With her hand and soft lips she started stroking me, and I responded by moving my hips and driving my cock into her mouth in a fucking motion. "Umm, umm, umm," Janet hummed around my cock as I timed my strokes into her mouth with the strokes of her husband into her ass. Suddenly Rodney gave a guttural groan as he came, and at the same time Janet convulsed into another orgasm. With all this, I just couldn't take it any more, and the cum suddenly spurted from my cock into the back of Janet's throat. Goose bumps stood out on my skin as spurt after spurt erupted from my dick, and I could see her swallowing as she went through the last stages of her own orgasm. Finally I started to feel the last of my cum, and as I pulled my dick from Janet's mouth, the final dribbles dripped down her chin. Later, when I had dressed, and was ready to leave, I saw that both husband and wife were still on the floor in a complete sexually satisfied daze. Janet just looked up at me with a hazy well-fucked smile with that drop of my cum still on her chin, but Rodney raised himself up on an elbow, and said, "Was everything all right, do you think we'd be ok for me to have a chance at the promotion?" Wow, did I feel just a little guilty at that point. Of course he had the job already, he just didn't know it. But I had to keep up the pretense, so I said, "You and Janet did just fine, Rodney, and I'll be glad to recommend you for the new job." A few weeks later, after Rodney had the promotion and was settled in his new job, he came into my office to ask some question. I had behaved perfectly professional with him since my visit to his house, and I answered his question in a friendly but still professional manner. But even then he sort of hung around, and I could tell there was something else on his mind. "Is there something else, Rodney?" I asked. "Uh, I guess, yes," he answered. "I wondered if maybe you'd like to come over to our home for dinner again sometime soon." Whew, my pulse raced at the thought of another sexually exciting evening with Rodney and his wife, but I simply said, "Well, certainly, I'd be happy to." The Accountant's Table I'd never been to an accountant before, never needed to. But in the past six months my vintage dress agency had really taken off and a couple of friends advised me to sort out my finances before the IRS picked up on my juicy new income. Mike Greene was recommended all over town, so I thought I'd give him a try. "Take a seat Miss Hathaway, and I'll get you some coffee," the young receptionist smiled as she led me into a plush, purple carpeted office, then closed the door on her way out. The room was fresh and bright with Matisse prints on the walls, not the stuffy old fashioned décor I'd expected of an accountancy firm. A large oak conference table dominated the room -- eclectic rather than out of place. The door opened behind me. "Hi Maura... can I call you Maura?" I turned to face a very tall, intelligent looking man in his mid to late forties. Dark hair washed through with silver and a tan that made him look like he'd stepped off a Caribbean beach. "Yes, yes of course." I was almost dumbstruck -- it had never occurred to me that someone as boring as an accountant could look so hot. "I hope my secretary Samantha looked after you?" Mike seated himself opposite me and we spent the next twenty minutes talking through the intricacies of my business; he showed such an interest and seemed intent on making me feel relaxed. He poured me a glass of water and, as he passed me the glass, our fingers touched in an electric way I'd only ever read about. "Let's work through some of these spreadsheets," he suggested. "I'll come round there so we can look at the computer screen together and makes notes as we go along." He moved to the chair beside me and, as his leg grazed mine, I wasn't sure how accidental it was. I know Mike was speaking, explaining things to do with tax and income, but I suddenly realised I hadn't heard a word he'd been saying. But I definitely heard the next line: "That's why I like to give a hands-on service." His right hand slowly dropped from the table and tentatively brushed my thigh and I felt a shiver cross my skin. Feeling daring, I asked, "How hands-on?" Taking that as his signal he swivelled round to face me and his left hand was suddenly in my hair, holding my head as he kissed me more passionately than I could remember being kissed in a very long time. It seemed never-ending, but he eventually whispered: "I like to give a really personal service." I moaned as his lips moved down to my throat, and his fingers started teasing their way down my leg to the hem of my dress, then slowly, slowly, back up, gently tickling the inside of my thigh beneath the thin fabric. I parted my legs slightly and his fingertips brushed against my lace underwear. Electricity pulsed through my body as my vaginal walls contracted, so sharp and sudden that I gasped loudly. I knew I was wet -- how did that happen -- one minute we were discussing IRS policies and the next I was desperate for his fingers to fuck me. And they did. Pushing aside the fine lace I felt his index finger run up and down my slit, teasing my clit as it quickly brushed over and around. Then his tongue was deep in my mouth, probing and swirling around, and his fingers -- two or three, I wasn't sure -- jammed deep inside me. His mouth stifled my groan, but as I pulled his head to me and wrapped my arms around his neck I couldn't keep quiet. My hips had taken on a life of their own as they pushed upwards to meet his hand, working in and out, tantalising me and soaking my underwear. I pulled apart the knot in his tie and ran my hands over his strong, broad shoulders. His arms were so muscular. I didn't expect accountants would work out, but this one must. My shaking fingers fumbled with his shirt buttons so he took over. Needing both hands, he pulled his fingers from deep within me, making me gasp again, this time in disappointment. But he removed his shirt quickly and I bent my head to kiss his brawny chest as he reached for me again. Pulling me up from the chair, he raised my arms above my head as he lifted my dress and tossed it carelessly to the floor. Taking me in his arms he kissed me again, harder, and as my hands ran up and down his smooth back he turned me around until I felt his hardness against my ass. He swept the hair off my neck and as his kisses burned hot against my skin his hands cupped my breasts, pushing my bra up so he could pinch my nipples and twist them between his fingers and thumbs. My legs were jelly. Talk about a woman being rendered breathless by a man's touch; I closed my eyes and literally felt swept away on a tide of desire. As I reached above me to weave my fingers through his hair his right hand moved back south and his fingers tugged gently at my pubic hair as they made their way back inside my lace, back inside me. In a swift movement, Mike manoeuvred me against the edge of the conference table and bent me forward so my elbows rested on the warm wood. Positioning himself between my legs his kisses trailed down my back while his fingers continued to work their magic. I wanted to touch him, I could feel him pressing hard against me but couldn't reach him. With the tip of his tongue swirling down my spine, not missing a beat, I was aware of him removing his trousers. The hand that had been fondling my breasts swept smoothly down by body, past my waist and over my hips, as his tongue reached the base of my spine. Holding my hips firmly, he bent down and his tongue skimmed over my ass and below. He pulled out his fingers and, as his hands deftly pulled my thighs further apart his tongue replaced them, darting in and out my cunt, flicking my clit so I cried out and surrendered my weight to the table, unable to control myself. The pleasure was exquisite and almost unbearable. "Do you like this, Maura?" His voice was husky. "Isn't this better than boring old accounts?" I managed to murmur my reply between gasps. Then he was over me and without warning his cock, long and so very hard, pushed its way inside me. I bit my wrist to stop from screaming out, the wood bruising my elbows, and his rhythm teased me -- almost taunted me... slow, in, slow out, slowly slowly, bringing me so close to orgasm. Reaching around my hip, his index finger returned to my clit, swirling, teasing, rubbing my wetness all around and making my legs shake against the heavy oak as I came, incoherently begging for more. Then he was turning me and I lay back, spread out before him on the gnarled wood, his cock gaining momentum within me and his hands skimming over my skin like melted honey, smooth and warm. I reached for him, wanting his body closer to me, needing the weight of him over me. He leant forward and his mouth connected with my nipple like a magnet. With every suck and lick I felt my cunt tense around him, squeezing him in deeper. God, I needed to hold him, to ram my tongue down his throat. As my back arched involuntarily I pulled myself up and, as his hands closed around my waist, I held him with every ounce of passion within me, not wanting to let go, riding on this wave of hunger and desire, digging my nails into his firm flesh. He pulled my ass to the edge of the table and I wrapped my legs around him as he pounded against me, filling me, as I threw my head back, my hair damp against my skin. The chair I'd been sitting in just ten minutes before was right behind Mike, and he stepped back, grasping my hips as my feet touched the floor, then in one swift movement he was sitting and I was on his lap, my legs straddled around him, feet wrapped behind the chair leg to give me some grip. And I was riding him, rocking against him, his pubic bone rubbing my clit as I moved, his hips forcing themselves up even as I pushed my cunt further down onto him, sucking him inside me, clenching and squeezing that delicious piece of rock that was making my body sing out with pleasure. Suddenly he gripped me tight and pulled me so close that our bodies seemed to meld together, and he whispered my name as he poured himself into me, leaving me shuddering; both of us covered in a fine layer of sweat, breathless and panting. As I reluctantly raised my body for him to pull out of me I got my first glimpse of his penis, smooth and perfect, glistening with my wetness. He kissed my lips briefly, then stood and reached for his clothes. No conversation. We dressed quickly and I gathered up my papers, bundling them into my oversized bag with still trembling hands. "One of my team will work out your tax codes and call you on Thursday with a plan for consolidating your earnings so you pay the least tax possible. Does that sound ok?" "That sounds fine." Then, as an afterthought, "Thank you." "The pleasure was all mine," he smiled. "Samantha will see you out and I'll look forward to seeing you for your six-monthly tax review." He walked from the room without looking back. I was pulling on my coat as Samantha walked in to escort me back to the reception. "Hope you enjoyed your first meeting here," she smiled. "Do leave a recommendation for us on our website please. Mike always likes to know he's left his clients completely satisfied."