2 comments/ 51441 views/ 1 favorites Office Noir By: manysinnz I'm not particularly smart, or careful. I just assume everyone is an asshole, pointlessly mean, stupid, or trying to put one over on me. Hence few events surprise me. I've found that this set of assumptions is a tremendous advantage in dealing with people. I walked into Ellen's cubicle to tell her that Herb wanted to see her. She was at her computer typing. She had tattoos of flowered vines encircling her upper wrists. I looked at how the tattoos moved as her fingers tapped the keyboard. Cool. I told her that Herb wanted to speak to her. I didn't know what that fatuous boob wanted with her, but she seemed shaken by my message, and she quickly closed up the windows on her computer. I shrugged to myself and walked back to my cubicle. I was about to start working again on the Mego account when a reckless impulse hit me. What had rattled Ellen so much? I walked back to her cubicle. It was Friday afternoon, and a bunch of people had left already for one reason or another. She had only minimized one of the windows. I looked toward the entrance of her cubicle and opened the window. I recognized the format of the website. It was from a ‘blog' group I've run across on the net. Her ‘name' was "SOworthless." I minimized the window again and went back to my cubicle. I drummed my fingers and pondered the situation. I didn't want evidence of my visiting the site on the local server. Okay, I'm an adult. I'll wait. I saw Ellen dragging ass back to her cubicle a little later. I finished some work. Mostly, I was trying to figure out a great way to sell this new comic action figure we're supposed to be marketing. I was getting nowhere, and Friday Fever hit me hard. Time to go home. Ellen looked like she didn't want to talk, so I obliged her and didn't say goodbye. I'm tired of the El. It takes forever and doesn't even get me right to my doorstep. I know that creepy bastard is going to puke on me, or some wino will start to address the whole train with his hard luck story. I sometimes look at the women sitting across the aisle from me and wonder what kind of panties they're wearing. I want to smile at them, but everyone on the El adopts the ability to glance at everybody while making eye contact with nobody. At Paulina, I got off of the train and had to walk the 4 blocks home. I skipped going to the "y" at Lincoln and School Street. I'm tired of the vinnies ("eh, Vinnie! How ya doin'?") asking me about my cock piercing. I need a new health club membership. I also kept wondering what Ellen was covering up, and why she was so shaken by simply having to meet with our dippy supervisor (who was much too apprehensive to issue any kind of reprimand). After my usual evening routine (workout, shower, food, Simpsons, Seinfeld), I looked up "SOworthless" on the "My Own Private Weblog" site. I remember I found the site after Googling "My Own Private Idaho," a movie I really liked. I enjoyed the blog site also, and had kept it among my bookmarks. Her journal name was apt. Ellen's life is clearly a mid-air plane collision in achingly slow motion. Family troubles, an ex that she can't get off of her mind, probation status at work (that must have been the subject of her meeting with Herb). She obviously hated who she was and what she did. She questions her own judgment throughout the journal, rethinking decisions made at seemingly every junction in her life. All of this is quite interesting to read about. The urge that made me keep reading is probably similar to the one that compels us all to stare at car accidents, laugh at waiters when they drop a tray of glasses, and feel cozy and content when we watch other people trudging up the street in the rain. Schadenfreude. By far the most interesting element of this journal, though, was its sexual side. Ellen has some VERY interesting ideas about sex and about who should be glancing at her body, and what they should be doing to that body. Her sexual submissiveness is a theme she touches on in nearly every entry. She refers often to how uncomfortable she is with this side of her, and often muses about her shame at various acts that she's performed clandestinely. If I didn't already know her, I'd say that they were lies she was posting to be funny. But she is a sad, sad woman. Then, there are the pictures. She has been posting about once per week for a few months. Her shame somehow ends once she gets in front of the camera. This week's assortment includes one of her opening her pussy with her fingers, while her wrists are shackled; she samples the juice on her fingers in another one (still handcuffed); she turns her ass to the camera and places her cuffed wrists between her knees; finally there was a close up as she sucks on a really large, red dildo. She was wearing a black lycra hood in every pic, which had holes for her eyes and mouth. This was fairly smart of her. The thing is, she could still be easily identified. The pretty tattoos on her upper wrists were a clear giveaway. The close up was also an identifier. She has a faint hair lip that one can't see unless you look very closely. The flash made it fairly obvious as her mouth stretched around that monstrous cock. Finally there is her long, curly, blondish hair, which stuck out from under the hood. The pictures were supremely filthy. She has a cute, though chubby body. In the pictures she wore lingerie that flattered her generous breasts and big, round ass, while de-emphasizing her belly. In these pictures she wore a black pushup bra with a wide, old-fashioned garter belt, that made her waist look surprisingly sexy. This amazed me because at work she dresses in a stolid, doughty way. She wears a lot of unappealing tweeds and unflattering pant suits, as if she was trying to accentuate what's less attractive about her body. Her huge eyeglass frames contributed to an overall impression that she was a withdrawn, nerdish drip. The tension of seeing all this insight into Ellen's x-rated side finally got to me. I quickly grabbed my cock and rubbed it while looking at these pictures. I came in a few minutes, less than usual. I prefer to work myself up for a while. This time, however, I had many things to do, and I couldn't be distracted by my nagging libido. After I came, I cleaned up and got to work. I saved every along with a log of when the pic was posted. I then saved each written entry. I noticed that quite a few of them were complaints and insulting remarks about Herb and Herb's supervisor Terrylee. This was interesting information to be pondered later. Over a solitary dinner, I ruminated over this situation, and planned every move. This will only work out well if I make no mistakes. In fact, if I do slip up, I can find myself out of a job. On Monday I slipped an envelope into Ellen's mailbox. I didn't want to place it on her desk. She would immediately suspect someone who had a desk nearby. The key to keeping this cat and mouse game going was to keep the mouse as far away from her pursuer as possible. I was hoping I could get a look at her as she read it, but I knew that lust-fueled greed will ruin this little opportunity that's been thrown into my lap. This is what the envelope contained: The first page had the picture of her opening her pussy wide for the perverse world to see. The second picture was a candid from the last company picnic, which was posted on the company website. In bold, red pen, I circled the tattoos on her wrists that appeared in both pictures. The second page contained one of her rants about Terrylee, to whom she carelessly alluded by name (She had prudently referred to Herb as "B"). At one point, she described Terrylee as a "fat, uptight, ignorant , celibate." The entry was filled with fairly detailed information that would have made it clear to a knowing reader that she was referring to Terrylee Sledge of Brach, Brach, and Stanley, Inc. I highlighted that last line in the same red pen I used on the first page. Underneath it, I typed "I doubt that Ms. Sledge would agree with, and appreciate this opinion. If you agree, take this note to the statue in front of the building and hold it over your head at 12:00 today, 10-1-04. Wave it five times in rapid succession." At 11:55 I heard some activity coming from Ellen's cubicle. I didn't look up, knowing that I may betray myself with a knowing look. I kept looking at my humble flat screen, turning my silly idea for that dumb doll we're selling into a real marketing concept. At two minutes to 12, I got my coffee cup and walked to the window. I glanced down to the statue of Goethe that's across the street. There was Ellen. Today she wore a magenta pantsuit, which made it very easy to spot her. The only thing I like about the outfit was that when she took off the suit jacket, the pants framed her wide ass nicely. There were people waiting for the bus by the statue. I stood back from the window about a foot and watched as she obediently waited for her watch to read midday. At 12:00 sharp she waived the sheets above her head five times. People looked at her quizzically. She remained standing there for a minute or so, and then did it again. I smiled to myself. I ate my lunch while working on the Mego project. I heard Ellen sigh and sit heavily into her chair. I called to her, "Ellen, could you come here a second?" She walked over and said, "hmmm?" Her voice seemed relatively upbeat and unburdened. I stared at the screen and said, "I think I have the budget completed for the Mego people. Would you mind taking a look at it? I want to make sure I didn't forget anything." "Sure, be glad to." I thanked her, printed it up and handed it to her. I watched her ass as she walked back to her cubicle. I saw that sexy panty line and that gave me a new idea. I quickly wrote up her instructions, hoping that she would get them before our 2:00 pm meeting. After confirming with Ellen that my budget was complete, I had to present it to Herb prior to the ‘big' meeting. I took all of the papers and went down to his office (which is around the corner from the mailboxes). I dropped off the note and then stopped in Herb's office. He had a few minor quibbles about the budget, but he agreed with the marketing concept. He's a tedious person, capable only of predictable conversation. After the usual, obligatory chatter, I picked up one of the inside-line phones stationed around our office complex. I rang the direct line for Ellen's voice mail. I had decided before on a way of disguising my voice that she'd have trouble figuring out. It's kind of a cross between Dr. John's gravelly singing voice and Kevin Spacey's "John Doe" voice in the movie Seven. I said simply, "check your mailbox. NOW." There is a time and voice stamp on every message, so she would know when I left it. I went to 1004, where our meetings usually take place. I began to set up my Power Point presentation. I wasn't thinking too much about Ellen's note. It told her to go to the bathroom and take off her panties. She was to have them in her pocket during the meeting. At some point during the meeting, she was to leave them in the recycling basket in that room. At two, I began my presentation to the team, and, most importantly, to Terrylee. I outlined the proposal and the budget. I gave credit where it was due, thanking Herb and Ellen for their help. It went very well, and Terrylee brusquely told us to "go ahead and make it happen." She got up and left with hardly another word. This is typical of her dialogue with her subordinates. The meeting room emptied and I collected my laptop, the projector, and my papers. I saw Ellen loitering around the door, obviously trying to see who would take her panties out of the recycling basket. As I walked out (not even glancing at the recycling basket), she started to enter the room, saying in her awkward, halting manner, "I think I left some papers in here." I smiled at her as I walked out, saying "thanks again for your help, Ellen" I returned to my desk and began the next step in getting our marketing plan moving. I typed some memos to the ad people, and one to accounting to tell them which fund to use for the Mego work. At 4:00, I saw Ellen going to one of her daily meetings with Herb. After she left the room I went to 1004 and retrieved her panties. They were magenta, lacey, from Avenue. The crotch was wet, sopping really. That surprised me somewhat. I went to her chair and noticed a tiny damp patch. The patch had obviously been a bit larger, but had dried somewhat. My dirty-minded little fly was enjoying this game. Tonight, I'm going to tug on her wings a bit more. I thought better of contacting her again as I took the train home. I wanted to see if she'd change her settings on her weblog. It was my assumption that she'd put up privacy barriers or maybe even delete the whole journal. This was the reason I saved all of her entries before I began playing with her. I looked at the entries I had saved as well as the pictures and became uncontrollably aroused. I now knew what her pretty pussy scent was like. Best of all, she did exactly as I told her. My arousal at being so intimate with her became too much for me. As I spurted my cum, I imagined shooting it on her gagged face. I checked her site and there was no visible difference in the journal itself. Maybe she figured there was no point in changing her privacy settings, since I obviously already accessed all of her information. All she wrote for the day's entry was "Unexpected developments…" The difficult question was how would I contact her when we're not at work, while minimizing my exposure? I did a little research on the net and found that it was now possible to get a small piece of technology that can disguise my voice. A little more research indicated that a "Spy Store" on the northwest side actually stocked the thing. I drove out to the place and found a wealth of goods that would make this little adventure even more fun and less risky. I found the voice changer, but also a way to clandestinely record phone conversations and a clandestine video camera (with sound). I bought it all with cash and continued my evil plan. Part II Ellen: I promise there will be an end to this little game. I, however, will decide when that end has come. I was just looking at your September 2nd post about Terrylee. You remember, don't you? It's the one in which you write that you'd like to piss on her face because she didn't trust you to properly review the marketing contract for Hazelwood Foods? The next day you posted a mysterious picture of you pissing on what you said was her business card. You posted one picture that was a close up of the urine-soaked card. Her name was blurred out, along with the name of her company. Attached to this note is the picture; stapled to it, is one of her cards. Even with the blurred names, it's clearly the same card you soiled. Remember what you said at the end of the post? "If I have no other wish fulfilled, I pray that I can hold her at the end of a leash while I piss on her smug face." Can you imagine what Terrylee would say to you if she were to see that post? You'd have to stand before her in her office, while she looked at the pictures, the cards, and your ‘unfulfilled wish' all spelled out in black and white. Can you imagine trying to explain it to her, of all people? How many human resource managers and head hunters do you think a 52 year old Senior Vice President knows by now? Where would you work if SHE knew the way you wanted to treat her, and that you broadcasted your obscene, pseudo-lesbian, S/M inspired wishes to the whole world? Tonight I will call you. At exactly 10:00 pm, you'll receive a blocked phone call. Have a video camera set up and running. Have that huge dildo handy. Put on your garter belt, panties, and heals. Wear absolutely nothing else except your glasses. I suggest you do as you're told. Your arrogant hubris has a price, Ellen. Tonight, you will pay an installment on that price. Part III Let me tell you a few things about Terrylee Arquette Sledge. She has almost perfectly straight blonde hair, with high cheekbones, and dainty facial features. She has a plump body, and wears clothes that are so exquisite and perfectly tailored that it only makes her appear more powerful, intimidating and dangerous. Each day she wears one piece of jewelry that is of obvious and substantial value. Every time she glances at someone, she sizes the person up with the cold calculation of a frequent barroom brawler. She grew up in Tennessee, graduated with Distinction in Accounting from Vanderbilt University and then earned a combined J.D. and MBA from the University of Chicago. Despite her southern roots, she stayed in Chicago, where she began a rapid, ruthless rise to upper management. Along the way she married another transplanted southerner who was a neurosurgeon. After giving birth to an obligatory child (a son), she returned to work and continued exercising her considerable authority. Terrylee was active in professional associations in both the business and legal worlds. She had a pet fascination with politics and indulged it by joining (and chairing) a number of conservative civic organizations. She gave generously to the campaigns of like-minded candidates and even delivered a keynote address at a $1,500 per plate fundraising dinner for one favorite. The oft-quoted remark from that speech was, "as long as the weak succumb to their deviance, our group of decent, moral Americans will be a vital source of this great nation's strength." This quote was etched onto a plaque that she received from the sponsoring organization. The plaque hangs upon the wall behind her desk. Part IV She answered the phone with a subdued, nervous voice. I used my cell phone, equipped with the voice-disguising unit and tape recorder. I said to her, "Where are you right now?" "My bedroom." She paused, "On the floor next to my bed…looking at my video camera. It's running." "Do you have a cordless phone?" "Yes" "Pick up the camera and give me a tour of your room." After a minute of fussing with the camera, she said "Okay, I'm panning around the room. There's the bed, the closet, the dresser, and my computer." "Where do you keep your sex toys?" "Um, my bedside table. " "Go to the table and inventory them on your bed. Tell me about each one as you take it out of the bedside table. Be sure that the camera can see each one." "Jesus…okay." She laughed nervously. "My big red, um, dil—you know. You know about that one. I have two others, one blue and smaller, and a black, silicone one that's, well, a little bigger. I haven't really used that one. It's too big. One set of beads. You know, probably. I mean, you know that they're anal ones. There's a small, white vibrator. I got it at Spencer's a long time ago. I bought a remote control vibrator a long time ago, but have never used it. It's egg-shaped. Um, I have some handcuffs, a leather blindfold, and a red ball gag. I think that's it. There are a few others around, but these are the ones I, um, have the most interest in." "Place the camera back on the tripod. Sit in front of it. "Okay, here I am. " "Ellen, move your panties aside and show your pussy to the camera. Open it wide, like you do in all of your posts online. You like showing off your pussy, don't you?" She paused, "Yes." Her breathing became audible. "Finger it, show it to the camera as if I'm looking at you, as if I want to fuck you. Open the lips wide, show me the clit you need licked." She whispered, "Yes, okay." I could hear her breathing quicken and that she was rushing quickly toward orgasm. Oh no, honey. We have a long way to go. "Stop," I said. She groaned in exasperated, frustrated lust. "Isn't this what you want?" she asked, almost hurt. Office Noir "Tell me again what you wanted to do to Terrylee." "Come on, she was just mean to me that day. " "Say exactly what you wanted to do to her. Mention her name. I want to hear the disgusting acts you wanted to perform on your boss." "Fine. I—" "Don't start that petulant shit. You created this situation. I think you're disgusting, Ellen. You're a dirty-minded degenerate. A disgrace, to all of us who work hard at our company. Worse than that, you're dumb. Aren't you?" There was a pause, and she sniffled, "Yes." "I'm going to see to it that you suffer for creating this situation. Now tell me, tell her, the filthy acts you wanted to perform on her." There was a long pause. Then she sighed, resignedly. "Okay. I want to get Terrylee alone somehow and drug her. Then I wanted to undress her and put her in a real slutty outfit. Like, um, what I like to wear. And I'd tie, no I'd handcuff her hands behind her back. I'd put my dog collar on her and then slap her face until she woke up." She giggled a little breathlessly. "GOD, I'd do that to her. I'd tell that mean bitch Terrylee Arquette Sledge, "Eat my pussy, you uptight, fat, celibate! I'd MAKE her do it. I'd pull that leash so that her beautiful face was forced into my cunt. She'd feel, taste, and smell it. I'd cream on her mouth and force that bigot to like it. I would do that to her." She was openly sobbing by then, pouring angry tears from her eyes. "Then I'd piss on her face, I swear I'd do that. I'd make her cry. I try so hard, so fucking hard, and she makes me ashamed. She's made me cry. Fuck her. She can cry and feel worthless." I waited a minute or so for her to catch her breath. "Do you feel worthless, Ellen?" "Yes. I know I am." "Ellen, this is who you are. You're a slut who needs to be controlled. What you've confessed today shows how sick you are. I'll bet your even wetter now since you've talked about this, aren't you?" "Yes." "I want you to fuck your pussy hard with that huge dildo. Make yourself cum. When you cum, you're going to say the truth. You'll say, "Fuck you, Terrylee. I want to fuck you, Terrylee. " Now do it. No questions asked, and no mistakes." She just sniffled. I heard the dildo slip into her, and the slippery sound it made as she forced it in quickly. Her breathing was very rapid, and she came very quickly, loudly, and saying exactly what I told her to say. She said it with utter, believable, sincerity. I let her recover. When she caught her breath, I said, "Ellen, rewind this tape. Place it inside a manila envelope. Place it in your mailbox at exactly 10:00 a.m. tomorrow. Place the remote for your egg vibrator in the same envelope. Make sure the egg vibe is inserted in your pussy. You know the consequences of not complying." I hung up. Part V I knew she had a 10:00 meeting with Herb the next day. I retrieved the envelope, went to the bathroom, and inspected it while I sat in a stall. The tape was there, but not the remote. Instead there was a typewritten note that said both the egg and remote unit needed batteries and that the remote would be in the mailbox by 12:30. That's reasonable. I threw out the envelope in the bathroom and placed the tape inside the portfolio I had with me. I returned to my desk and checked my email. Accounting contacted me and said that the fund I gave them was nearly empty. Damn, this means that I need to talk to Terrylee and ask her for a different budget line. I called up her secretary (Sidney, a tiresome, middle aged man with an equally tiresome voice), and asked for a meeting time. I was told to be there at 12:30 and no later, because she had an important meeting at 12:45. I thanked Sidney and hung up. Okay, losing lunch is a price you pay for moving up. The meeting with Terrylee was awkward, yet surprisingly fruitful. She asked,"You've read budgets before, right?" "Yes. Not for this company but for the one I interned with." "Good. I'm going to sign you in to the company budget. Find at least three lines that have sufficient funds and are not already committed to other projects. I have a meeting now, so you'll have to stay here and do it. You can come and go as you please until you're done with it. I know you'll want a lunch. Sid knows you'll be in here. Leave a note with the three lines and any other information I should know. I should be back here no later than 3:00 pm. Make sure this project is finished by then." "Yes, Ma'am. Shall I wait for your okay before I call accounting with the line?" There was a devastating silence. She then said, "Of course." She turned, and was about to leave the room, when she asked, "Do you follow politics at all?" I paused for a second and said, "Yes, of course." She almost smiled and said, "I've noticed that your organizational and presentation skills are impressive, as well as your ability to, hmm, seize opportunities." She smiled enigmatically. "The Eagle and Oak Society has a position open for which you're perfect." DAMN! This was what I was waiting for! I don't give a fuck about politics, so who cares what organization I join? I'll help get her stupid candidate or whatever elected. I opened my mouth to answer when she cut me off. "We'll talk later." She turned on her heel and left. Well, fuck me! This is an incredible break. As soon as I finish this project, I'll find the Eagle and Oak Society's website, find out everything about them, and show her what I can do with nothing but a mission and my abilities. This isn't luck. Opportunities come your way because you prepare for them. The only people who get them are those who cover all of their bases, so that they're ready when the opportunity rears it's pretty head. I whistled The Jefferson's theme song and began looking over the budget. It actually looked much more complicated than I anticipated. It was 12:55 before I remembered that I wanted to pick up Ellen's remote. Perfect. Toying with that dumb cunt will cap a fantastic day. I walked downstairs, found Ellen's mailbox, and deftly snatched the little square remote control out of it. I turned around and found myself looking right into Ellen's eyes. She had been waiting for me, sitting on a chair in an office across the hall form the mailboxes. Without thinking, I turned on the remote. Her body jerked and I could see her suck in her breath. Her pelvis thrust in a subtle way, almost undetectable. I turned off the remote, and with a nod of my head, I motioned for her to follow me. Here was another perfect opportunity to have some fun. We walked up to Terrylee's office. Sid must have gone for his lunch, since he wasn't in the outer office. I shut the door. Now, I was going to know what it was like to use a real office for my kind of fun. I turned and looked at her. I told her, "This doesn't put you in control. I can and will do what I want to you. And I think you'll continue to do what you're told." I looked her in the eyes and pointed to the floor. She breathed in deeply and went to her knees, her knees clearly shaking as she squatted. I leaned onto Terrylee's desk, lowered my trousers, and took my prick out of my pants. It was stiff, eager, and twitching. I flicked on the vibe again and said "Open your pants and play with that pretty pussy. Suck on my cock like a good girl. I want you to cum with my cock in your mouth." There was barely a moment's hesitation as she looked at the floor. She murmured "Yes Sir," and opened her tweed pants. She reached into her lacey, white panties and sank a finger into her pussy. I could hear the sound of its wetness as she began to fuck herself. She then leaned forward and abruptly gobbled my cock into her mouth as if she had been starved. She sucked on it ravenously, spitting on it, grabbing it tightly with her free hand as she fingered herself. At one point she anointed my cock with her own lubrication, an act I thought was utterly dirty and arousing. I quietly reminded her what a mindless, worthless, dirty bitch she was. She agreed, calling herself my complete whore. She mumbled that she was glad it was me who was controlling he, that I deserved to do so, that I was better than her. "I need your cum, please, Sir." "Are you ready to cum, you Bitch? She nodded, as a solitary tear fell out of her left eye. "Then do it, NOW." I watched as she fingered herself more desperately, and pulled on my cock with the firm intention of sucking every drop of hot semen out of me. I heard her cry out, but she was smart enough to pull my cock even deeper into her mouth, gagging her scream as I ejaculated violently into her mouth. The orgasm was so powerful I almost passed out. A thick dollop of my cum dripped from her mouth. She looked me in the eye and with an expression of child-like greed, she pushed it into her mouth and then licked her fingers clean. Obediently, she placed my prick back into my pants and neatened me up. I looked at her appraisingly and said without tenderness, "Go back to your desk. I will call you tonight. Be prepared as before." Part VI After she left, I went back to work. It took about an hour to figure out which were the appropriate budget lines. I left a note for Terrylee that included the line numbers and which line I thought would be the perfect one. I tidied up her office and then went back to my cubicle and looked up the Eagle and Oak Society on the net. It had been founded in the wake of the post Civil War Reconstruction Period in Durham, North Carolna. It was probably the first modern political action group, and its purpose was to promote the then conservative Democratic Party. Although the site didn't actually say this, it's clear that they were key in rolling back civil rights reforms in the south and ending Reconstruction in 1876. After that, they continued supporting the Democratic party and other conservative causes. During the 1930s, they changed their allegiance to President Hoover and the Republican Party. Predictably, their creed is, and has always been, to promote "Business, Godliness, and Temperance, all in an effort to make America safe for families." Given what I already know about Terrylee, none of this was too much of a surprise. I took a look at their financials, and she was right, they needed someone to manage their money a bit more wisely. With self-satisfaction, I thought I knew exactly who could do that. I worked more on turning the marketing plan into a reality until I got a call from Terrlee. She instructed me to come up to her office. As I left the room, I glanced at Ellen, stopped, and flicked on the remote. She jumped a bit, looked at me, and then rubbed her pussy through her pants shamelessly. She mouthed "I need more!" to me. I smiled lecherously at that silly, lewd, dippy girl, turned off the remote, and said, "later." I walked upstairs, nodded at Sidney, and knocked on her door. She said, "Come in." As I did so, she curtly told me to close the door, and then said, "I was hoping you could help me figure out what to do about this." She pointed to a television that was on the east wall of the office. She usually used it to review commercials the company was using for its various advertising campaigns. She pressed the remote and I was looking at a video of Ellen on her knees sucking on my cock. "I want you to cum with my cock in your mouth," I said. My eyes widened, I felt a sick feeling in my stomach, and I saw my career opportunities evaporating like a puddle on a hot day. She kept the tape on throughout the scene, grimacing at each filthy thing that Ellen and I said or did. I felt a tear build up in my left eye, but I fought it off, knowing that Terrylee only respected strength. It wasn't until that moment that I realized the degree to which I had abused the privilege and opportunity Terrylee had given me. I looked at the gold, diamond-laden pendant that she was wearing. It cost probably more than I made in six months of hard work. The wall behind her was filled with awards, pictures taken with major financial and political power brokers, and plaques commemorating her words and achievements. In her world, I was a just a commodity that could be bought and sold, and I'm about to be sold, and cheaply at that. The scene on the tape mercifully ended and she pressed STOP. I didn't trust my voice, although I moved my mouth with the intention of offering an explanation. But there was no explanation, so no words came out. She opened a drawer at her desk and took out a cloth and a can of Pledge. "Clean the place where your bare ass was on my desk." My hands shook as I grasped the items she handed me, but I felt relieved that there was some activity for me to do. I dutifully cleaned the area. "Stand in front of me," she instructed, and I complied. "Tell me something: do you still want to work here?" "Yes, ma'am." "Convince me," she said, skeptically. I took in a deep breath and began with an apology for my behavior. I continued with a typical interview sales routine about my talents, experience, and accomplishments. I grew confident again, and felt competent and intelligent. despite the despicable revelation that Terrylee had just viewed. I placed the event in the context of a young man's exploration, an almost whimsical lark, not an indicator of a character flaw. I concluded with what could almost be termed a cocky smile. I knew I had her. "Bullshit," she said. "True, you have some talents and the ability to work hard, which is why, at this moment, you're not clearing out your desk in preparation for a lifetime of slinging double lattes at the corner Starbucks. But I certainly doubt you regret the filth that I've now been compelled to watch two times. You nauseate me. You SICKEN me. With an important project in the works, you bring that meek, empty headed, tramp into my office to play some perverted, deviant game. It was like watching animals mating. It's too late to charm or woo me, young man. Convince me that you are repentant." I was at a loss for thoughts, let alone words. She fucking hates me. I had almost choked up as she was speaking, especially after she said ‘nauseate' with such genuine revulsion. A drop of sweat dripped from my armpit, and ran all the way down my side. I could feel my whole shirt beginning to soak with my nervousness. I tried to calm myself down, but the seconds were ticking by. I opened my mouth, but was fresh out of any reason why she should keep me at her company. "Think of how you ask for forgiveness from God. What position should you be in?" That question didn't register in my mind at first. Then I whispered, "my knees?" She nodded, and glanced at the floor before me. A tear fell out of one eye as I got on my knees, feeling dumb, and insignificant. I asked, "May I please keep my job?" Terrylee's face was impassive. "What position should your hands be in when you ask forgiveness from God?" I placed my shaking hands together as if to pray and I pleaded, "Please, may I keep my job, Ma'am?" Terrylee smiled to herself. Her face remained impassive. "Clean your face up. I expect to see you tonight at the Eagle and Oak Society meeting. Make no plans for this weekend. I assure you that you'll be quite busy." Office Nookie There are some benefits to sleeping with the boss. The best is how private her office. I was just doing my job when an email from her popped up requesting a meeting with me in ten minutes. I knew what was going to happen and I started to get hard. Seven minutes later I tell your assistant that you have a meeting with me and with a sly smile she calls into your office to let you know I'm here. Walking into and quickly locking your office I see you are ready for me. You legs are up on your desk, skirt hiked up and your "neck" massager buzzing on your clit. I just stand there watching you briefly before taking my pants off and start to stroke my hard cock. Standing up you walk over your couch, shedding your clothes as you go. You kneel on the couch leaning over the back, ass in the air and order me to eat you out. Approaching your ass I start running my hand over it. Gliding between your cheeks to your moist pussy, all the while rolling a nipple in my fingers with my other hand. You let out a deep moan as my fingers finally dip into your sweet honey pot. After a good hard finger fuck I kneel behind you and run my tongue from your clit to your asshole and back, then just dive right into your pussy. My tongue comes alive with the taste of your juices as I try and get it deeper and deeper in you. I can feel you pushing back on my face trying to fuck my tongue. When I feel you playing with your clit, I decide that it needs my attention. Sitting on the floor and leaning my head back, I pull your pussy down to my lips. I wrap my lips around your clit and my tongue starts flickering it as I start finger fucking you again. My face and neck are soaked in your juices and I know you are close to cumming as you start swearing at me to eat you out. As you grind your pussy into my face, you grab a pillow and scream into as you have a deep hard cum. While your pussy is still spasm, I quickly slide into you from behind. With your pussy muscles still flexing from your orgasm it felt like you were milking my cock. Grabbing your hips I start just slamming my cock into you. My heavy balls slapping your clit. The room filled with the hot, wet sound of my cock going in and out of you. It's all too much. With one last hard fuck I unload streams of cum deep inside of you. Pulling out, I our mixed juices flowing out of you. Not realizing but I have a big smile on my face, something you aren't happy about. Grabbing my cock you drag me over to your desk. "You're not done yet!" Is all you say as you push everything off your desk. I'm shocked your assistant didn't come in from all the noise. I'm standing there a little shocked when you push me up on the desk and grab your massager. "I'll have you hard in a second" And she wasn't wrong. Wrapping her lips around my cock. I was in heaven feeling you clean our juices off my cock but then I felt the massager on my balls. I have never felt my cock so hard. I was ready to fuck more but you wanted to make sure all of the juices were gone. I almost lost it when you deep throated me and the vibrator touched your chin. The sensation that my cock felt I can't describe. I just don't know how I didn't cum. You were finally ready and climbed on top of me. Slowly you lowered yourself onto my cock. I looked up at you as you started to grind on my cock. You hands playing with your tits. Pulling and twisting your nipples. The harder you treated them the harder you pushed your pussy into me. Leaning forward a bit you start bouncing your ass up and down. Bringing the head of my cock to your pussy lips before slamming back down. I could feel how wet my balls were from your juices just flowing from your pussy. I warn you that I can't take much more. And hearing that your grab the massager and lean back. You touch it to your clit and I feel the vibrations inside of your. I hold still knowing I'm about to cum again and that's when I feel your pussy clinch my cock as you explode with your second. That was enough to set me off. It felt like I came for 5 min. You lay down on me, kiss my cheek and fall asleep. Office Notes She wrote the short note just before leaving the building that morning. Usually he got in at 7 AM. Usually he was there and often caught her changing by accident. She didn't mind, but acted like she did, forcing a blush to surface, and making him proud he did catch the mature and strikingly beautiful woman. With a smile she finally walked up to the young man's desk early in the morning, and having folded the paper, placed it in his inbox in an envelope. No names, nothing whatsoever, and not even a signature on it. Beautifully scripted handwriting laced the blank paper. He arrived 7:15 AM. She had changed, looked out the window from the sixth floor and saw him walking down the sidewalk. Down the corridor she walked, smile in tow, and awaiting the chance for him to cross her path. Just before she exited they saw the other. "Good morning" she said with a bright cheery smile knowing he had seen her change various times before out in the open. Knowing he had seen the gorgeous 54 year old woman with her thick, long, and radiant brown hair and beautiful eyes almost naked but in a full body girdle drove her wild. Knowing it probably did something for him too also drove her even more wild. "Have a great day honey" she added with a quick fleeting wink and she was out the door and gone. Looking at Don the security man he wondered who she was. He wanted to ask, but didn't. Don looked at him knowing the woman's intentions and feeling the same thing the young 32 year old guy did too. Unfortunately, Don was too old for the woman of 54. Don was handsome, sweet, in good shape, but Don was 51 and the woman required someone with more energy and she required a guy who was intrigued and desired her greatly. Don did, but Don was out of luck in that category. The young man took the elevator to his floor. He walked into his work area, picked up his mail and the envelope with the note written in cursive script fell to the floor. He saw it fall. He picked it up. He walked to his secluded cubicle and sat down. Shuffling everything in tidy piles and signing on he sat back to open the envelope. He looked at the beautifully written letter. He smiled because it came from a woman obviously but who the woman was he didn't know. She didn't sign it. "How are you this fine beautiful morning" it began. "I am very sorry we didn't get that opportunity to really see one another the way you like to see me early in the morning." At that point he knew even though he never knew her name, but he knew who the letter was from. The note went on. "I hope I make your day more pleasant. It does make my day extremely enjoyable to be seen by someone and 'by accident' especially a handsome man one as you." He thought to himself this was impossible that she was writing to him specifically. He looked back at the letter and read on. "It is with true and honest pleasure that you 'catch' me undressing and changing into another outfit. I do love being 'caught' in should I say my undergarments. I do, I really do. I have grown fond of your eyes 'catching me' while I stand changing in the corner cubicle. I know I should use the ladies room, but I always feel as though it is so unhealthy in there. I look forward each and every day seeing your handsome eyes." The young man stopped reading. He was horny already. His cock grew long and hard. Nobody was there that early. He was in 45 minutes early hoping he would catch her. Sitting back in his chair he wanted to do it. He wanted to read over her letter again and pull it out because she had aroused his every fantasy. He wanted to even cum right out in the open. He didn't care at that point because she made him that horny. But he knew better. He was at work. He wanted to masturbate despite where he was at. He stood up, walked down to the bathroom, bumping into walls, and tripping often. He locked the bathroom door. He went into a clean stall which she cleaned personally. He pulled his pants down. He sat on the clean toilet and held his hard shaft. Picturing her eyes, her hair, her smiling face, and then that shapely mature figure adorned in her full body girdle, he stroked it softly and slowly. Shortly afterwards his hand was moving more rapidly along his shaft of the hardened cock. He was rocking back and forth. His eyes were closed as he pictured her intimately watching him jack off for her. He pictured her pleasurably admiring him and his own 'handiwork.' It was good. Thinking and imagining her presence was utter joy as he prepared to ejaculate but unfortunately he had nothing but the toilet itself as there were not rolls of tissue paper installed in the stall. Was this on purpose, he hadn't even given it a thought. Before he knew it he exploded and with the stall door closed and locked his cum shot across and slammed against the stall door in front of him. It dripped down quickly on the door finally dropping to the bathroom tile. How was he to clean it up he thought frantically? How could he clean up the mess he made? Taking off his new tie, he began wiping and wiping it all up. Cleaning up the noticeable mess that remained was another dilemma. The residual mess on the tip of his cock and hands confronted him too. Hoping nobody would need use of the bathroom he scooted half naked to the faucet and cleaned himself up. With tie in hand, he wrapped it up in a ball. He wiped off the door and floor with paper towels. He put his tie inside the paper towels and threw it all away. He looked at himself in the mirror, smiled, and made sure he looked proper, and walked back to his cubicle. He sat down, but the letter wasn't anywhere to be found. It had disappeared. He quickly scampered back to the bathroom. It wasn't there. He looked around everywhere. It wasn't anywhere to be found. He was embarrassed. Someone had to have seen the letter and read it. He kept his cool. But his mind was on that letter and where it had gone to. He didn't know and it worried him. Still 20 minutes before anyone would come in for work, a call came in. He took the call. "Good morning" the beautiful voice on the other end said. He said good morning with a tainted tone in his voice. "Mmmmm now that is a tone of voice I love hearing. Did you truly love your experience in the bathroom dear? Ohhhhhhh I sure hope you did. May I watch sometime while I stand in front of you bearing one of my intimate undergarments" she cooed. She was turning him on again. He signed off the network. "Sure you can" he said again with an air of perverted confidence. "Oooooooohh mmmmmmmm you have such confidence in your voice. I should write more letters like that shouldn't I?" He said yes feeling guilty she could read his voice and know he was sounding so perverted. He didn't know for sure how old she was, but had to be around 55 or 60. "But hell man she was fucking sexier then shit" and he was only 32. Still she looked finer then fine in whatever that was she was wearing underneath. "I gotta see her in that again" he told himself. "Mam can I say something" he asked her. She told him yes. "Well mam I want to tell you that you have to be the sexiest woman around. I hope you don't mind me saying that" but all of a sudden the line had gone dead. She had disconnected the call. "Who is this woman" he asked aloud. "Who is what woman" asked Tim his coworker. "Oh uhh nothing" he told Tim. "Hey is this yours" asked Tim. The guy looked and before Tim could read it, he snatched it out of Tim's hands. "Something private is it" Tim asked him. He told Tim yes. Tim joked that it was a love letter or something. He told Tim yeah it was and quickly hid it away in his coat pocket. The phone rang. He looked at it, looked at Tim, and looked at the phone again. Tim asked him if he was going to answer. He told Tim yeah and gave Tim a look that said "leave me a lone." The call went to voice mail. He was upset. Another call came in. He answered. "What time should I be there tomorrow so you can 'accidentally catch me' changing dear" the woman's voice asked. He laughed but she said "This is important honey so do not take it lightly. I am intent on making sure both you and I get what we want from this so please take this to heart honey." "7:00 AM or maybe 6:30 even" he replied. "Oooooooohh now you are the horny one aren't you getting so excited and greedy to see me in my undergarments are you. Do I turn you on that much sweetheart? Mmmmmmm that's sooo, sooo mmmmm pleasing I am able to do that to a young 32 year old man." "Mmmm I do like the idea I'm able to do this to the likes of you mmmm mmmmm mmmmmmm. 6:30 it is. Oh and bring a camera too please. Have a sweet and luscious filled day. Good bye honey." She hung up. His phone showed the number she called from. It was unpublished. He paid to find out where she lived. It did not give her name; only the address. He drove by her house after work. She lived in a luxurious 2 story home in a new subdivision outside the city. He drove by 4 times. He was amazed a woman her age even took to a guy like him. He fantasized about what she did in her spare time, but all of a sudden she walked from behind the house, and he had to drive off quickly. Having seen his car drive off, she knew it was his in fact. She had actually stalked him out earlier. Knowing she could be caught by upper management changing in the open, she knew it was a risk even if it was inside a corner cubicle. She knew it but she took it anyways. Being caught by the likes of him was icing on her cake. She wanted to know him now and everything about him too. He was a young, good looking, and one horny man who wanted to know her and be with her too! He never in his wildest dreams thought a woman her age would be so attractive, so sexy, and so desirable either. But she was that and more. 6:30 came and went. He looked for her. Don the security guy wondered why he was in so early. He said hi, looked for her, but she wasn't around. She left early. She didn't wait for him so that he could 'catch' her changing. Instead another note was placed in his inbox. He grabbed it, sat down, and without organizing his stuff for the day, he went ahead and read it. Again she pleasurably delighted his senses. "Hi dear and how was your evening? I was so happy, so delighted, and so intensely aroused by your multiple 'drive bys' that I felt like rewarding you even though you didn't get a chance to see the reward. Your reward was so exciting and you were so perfect last night that only one thing was missing from all of it. You were missing. You left me heartbroken and all alone last night dear. You were with me in spirit but unfortunately you were not with me in person and I almost, almost became depressed." "Then I thought about it. I was lying there almost naked except for me wearing my chemise, and I thought about 'your visits' to my cubicle. I thought about you craving to see me in person this morning. You made that wonderful effort and gesture by driving to see where it was I lived. Oh yes it was an exciting and glorifying evening after all was said and done. After treating myself to one climatic moment, I drew a bath and well I am sure as virile as you are you know what I did in there don't you? Mmmmmm it was as incredible as I am sure you think it was mmmmm!" "Now go on dear, go to the same stall, undo your slacks, pull down your underwear, and take that hard cock in your hands as it is now I am sure and jack off! Yes jack off hard and long for this horny lady. Ohh yes, yes and I will be lying in bed at home fantasizing about you while you are at work masturbating against the bathroom door. Oh god yes, yes isn't this so beautiful? Isn't it" but before he could read anything further he had tucked the paper in his pocket and headed off with his raging hard cock in tow barely able to maintain himself. He got to the bathroom, but it was being used. Some one was in there. He took the stairs to another and it was in use also. Finally he took an elevator to the top floor used only to store boxes and equipment. The bathroom was ornate, but used little. He got in the stall, locked it, pulled out her note, and in seconds, he was erect and horny once again. Looking at it and looking at the note, he began smiling and picturing the one cherry red full bodied girdle she adorned. "Oh god she's sexy" he said in a whisper. He began pulling at it. He began stroking it back and forth. He began to rock on the toilet. He began surging with a never ending aroused energy and he leaned backwards to brace himself. He yanked and yanked at it. The he erupted in pleasure! "Ohhh yeah ohhhh yeah lady you are so hott yeah" he yelled out. Then all of a sudden the door opened and a woman's voice called from the doorway. "Hello, hello is everything okay in here" called the woman. She sounded sweet. She sounded nice. He said yes. "Are you sure" she asked again even though she wouldn't enter. "Uhhh yes I'm sure. I was well I just had an upset stomach if you don't mind." She asked him if he needed any other help. She asked if he wanted her to wait outside just in case he needed medical help. "Uhh no I'm sure well I'll be right out." He cleaned himself, the stall door, and the floor where his cum dripped up again. He washed his hands thoroughly. He checked his appearance, and walked out. It was Cynthia, a girl on his floor who he always had feelings for and she always had feelings for hi too. "Cynthia what are you doing all the way up here?" "I was looking for a bathroom to use and everyone I went to was full. Why are you here" she asked and he laughed and told her the same thing. They laughed together and remained on the floor talking. He thought of those possible chances he could have with her he wished that could result in some great sex with her. Likewise she thought similar thoughts, but the older woman was his game for now. He got back to his desk and there was a voice mail. He listened to it and left. She invited him somewhere special but he wasn't sure of the area. He drove to the general area and got directions often. When he finally arrived she was not there. He was at the right place, however she wasn't there. He waited for a half hour but she did not show up. He began to leave and as he was driving away a call came in on his cell. "Hiiiii handsome how are you" her sultry sounding voice asked. "Please excuse me for not being. Thinking about you and I getting together had caught me at a disadvantage unfortunately. When I began to think about you and I meeting there it unfortunately made me so horny. I was envisioning you catching me a couple of those times in the office. Then I was picturing you and I in the country on a blanket and ooooooohh yes dear mmmmmm it all made me sooo, sooo horny! I had to I just had to stop, and masturbate, and I just had to dear, I had to do something at that point" she said in an exasperated tone. He knew what she meant. "I just had to do that because of you. I'm so, so sorry honey. I will make all of it up to you and I promise you that for sure" and all of a sudden she said goodbye. His line went dead. He realized he was hard again while he drove home. Seeing as he knew her home address he headed her way, but wasn't sure it was the right thing to do. It was a great day. It was not an oppressively hot day. It was warm, mostly sunny, with a slight breeze. It made him want the woman terribly. He drove back towards her home. He pulled along side the curb but waited a few seconds. Finally he got out, walked to her front door, and as he stepped onto the porch a cheery elderly gentleman with an outgoing personality walked out the front door and left it open. "Hi there young man, may I help you" he asked with a cheery look. "Oh I think I know who you are. She mentioned you the other day. She said you were a nice young fellow. I'm Jack Mayberry, but please call me Jack. Everyone does." He assumed she was Mrs. Mayberry seeing as he seemed so comfortable in the area they were in. "What is your name again" Jack asked him. "Oh that's right" said Jack and the young man introduced himself to Jack. "You know she's out back in her little spa I think, if you'd like to call it that, but I'm not sure. Hey have a great evening. Feel free to stop in anytime young man" Jack told him. Jack smiled, hopped in a car, and drove off while waving at him. He stood there envisioning the 'woman of his dreams' out back in a sexy tight spandex outfit that would highlight every little ounce of her aged mature but tight and hott looking body. Still possessing feelings from early, he became hard quickly as he envisioned her in the spandex outfit with her hair pulled back but looking impeccable too. He stood at the front door but Jack said go on back anyways, so he opened it up. It was an immaculate looking home. Everything was perfect. He walked through it slowly. He looked at everything while he shuffled through the house. It was there for the taking he thought. A smiled appeared on his face. He turned to look at the fireplace. His back was to a door which led to a hallway where she had been working out. If he looked through a window he'd be able to see her running the treadmill. She was not sweating but she didn't have on the sexy looking spandex outfit he hoped he would see her in. She wore a bulky sweatshirt and matching pair of ripped shorts. Still she looked radiant to him! She looked attractive too! He felt she was still a sexy looking woman and wanted to talk to her. He looked at the fireplace in an adjoining room. Pictures everywhere adorned the mantel. None of children or her and Jack her 'husband.' They were pictures of friends and her on boats, yachts, and beach parties hoisting tall glasses and smiling or laughing it up it seemed. "Well hello there honey" the same sultry voice said from behind him. "I suppose you came for one thing didn't you" she said in her sweet sound mature voice. As she spoke he whipped around to see what he expected and that was her glimmering look. A look of approval appeared on her wonderful healthy, beautiful, and sexy face. She was happy he came to say hi, and maybe more then that too but that was his intention not hers. "Well now that you're here come and give me a hug. I deserve it since I'm sure I pleasured you greatly by calling you and apologizing and telling you I couldn't make it now shouldn't we?" He said yes and smiled and even laughed admitting she did that and more of course. As they came to hug she winked and hugged him with great loveable force. He was still excited and feeling her forceful loveable hug only brought his cock to life again, but in her presence was awesome as ever. With bodies locked and arms wrapped around the other she could feel its power surging from within his shorts and pressing against her slender mature but firm frame. He loved her frame. It had every tangible asset possible. Tits, great cleavage, slender torso, perfectly suited hips, flawless legs and especially her thighs, and facial features which consumed his every desire. Regardless if she was not in one of her full body girdles, the vision of her wearing one for him especially remained embedded on his mind. "That's one special hug" she said taking a deep breath. Can I get you something to drink" she asked him. "I truly owe you that for letting you down don't I" she said soothing his libido. He laughed and said yes. She laughed back at him. "You are right and you are a lucky man, but I am equally a lucky woman, and do you know why?" "No I don't" he said, "why is that?" "Because nobody but nobody can make me as horny as you do" she replied. "I know that sounds unbelievable, but it is true. You do something to me no one else is able to do and what I'm able to do in return for you" and she closed her eyes and murmured for a moment, "is completely extraordinary sweetheart." Office Notes His hardened cock stung throughout. He wanted to squirm but did not. His body surged with a hormonal charge. He knew had to have the woman. He did not know her name, although he thought he did; she did not know his name either. She should have because she worked the night shift and had called his direct line, but somehow she did not know his name and it was not important to her. "Oh once last thing, I have errands and things to do, so may I have your email so we can stay in touch during off hours? It would give me the greatest pleasure and be an honor to have your email. Remember don't give me your work one either" she said giggling. He told her yes, she went and got a paper and pen, and put it down on the coffee table. When he bent down to write it down she stood behind him and admired the young man's ass and legs. Reaching forward her hand swept underneath his ass; her hand went so far underneath it caressed not only his balls but the base of the shaft of his long hardened cock, and she smiled without him knowing it, pleasurably. He jumped, straightened up, and turned around quickly. He saw she was smiling mischievously. "I wanted to make sure" she told him while her eyes softened. "I thought you were and it is as perfect as I had hoped it would be." She leaned forward again and began to kiss his cheek. He thought she was going to plant one on his lips and he began to act as though she was going to do that, but instead when she kissed his cheek surprisingly, she grabbed a hold of the hard cock formed inside his shorts squeezing it again. "Mmmmmmmm thank you very much, now I have something to fantasize about tonight when I'm all alone and sitting down to relax" and she winked again. She looked down at the area and saw how it pushed out from inside the shorts and looked up to tell him he was "absolutely perfect." They hugged and he left downtrodden because he wanted to have sex with the woman 20 years older then him; regardless she got more out of it then he did. On the way back to his place, he wanted to jack off in his car, but he didn't. He got home and the only he had was of her and he wanted to jack off, but he didn't. He wished she would email him, but she didn't. It was 5:45 and 3 hours had passed since he got home and he felt like jacking off even then, but he didn't. Finally a call came in on his cell. Quickly he answered it thinking it was a friend. It wasn't but it was the woman of his every fantasy. He was so thrilled to see that he got a call from her that he became blazing horny and hard once again. He wanted to jack off at the sound of her voice alone, but he didn't. "Honey will you come over tonight" she asked in that ever so sweet and sultry tone of voice of hers. "Will you please come over now" she said sounding as though she was begging him and in heat. He told her he'd be there right away and asked if there was anything at all he could bring. "Just your sexy body baby and of course your hard horny cock, and we'll have a wonderful exciting night together" she said in a joyful tone. He was in the process of making other plans by that time including talking to the girl he liked from work who in turn liked him, but he canceled them. He let her down. The offer he had was too exciting to pass up and he knew it. "Just your sexy body baby and of course your hard horny cock honey" he recalled her saying and he was off and running. In his car, he drove too fast for his own good. She was not ready. She was naked in her room when he arrived. She was putting on a delicious spectacular full piece girdle. She heard the doorbell. Her hair was done. What little makeup she used was finished. Having added a touch of perfume would entice him to his knees if she so wished. She looked at herself in the mirror and winked at her curvy, slim, mature, but firm figure. "Ooooohh I'm still sexy ooooooohh I'm still so fine, mmmmm!" Winking again at her image in the mirror, she flicked her thick medium brown hair back away from her face. She put on a blouse, buttoned it up three quarters of the way. She looked at herself again seeing to make sure she looked enticing and inviting. "Yes I do" she said. She walked to the window, pulled the curtains back, and yelled down to him. "Aren't you the devilish one arriving early like you have? Are you that excited, like me too?" He wasn't sure whether or not to break out laughing or what to say back to her. Oh I guess I am a little early. Should I come back a little later" he called up to her window. "Noooo no sweets I'll be down in a moment and you look as handsome as I knew you would" she said. Her blouse was impeccable on her. It was tight and formed itself around her bosoms perfectly. With everything in place, her bra, girdle, and panties, and her hair and makeup putting the finishing touches on her all that was left was the skirt and short pumps. Walking to her bed, she slid it on, and tucked in her tight blouse. She turned, slipped on her pumps, and adjusted her blouse just right that the gorge which oozed from several inches away from her chin drained southerly into a hidden abyss beneath the sexy blouse. "Perfect and he's here waiting for me and I've been waiting for him too; ooooohh yes this is an exciting night I think mmmmm" and she closed her eyes as a heightened anxiousness ran amok with in her too. "I'm coming" she called down to him. He paced, sat, and paced some more. He looked incredible too wearing a new short sleeve shirt that matched the perfectly pressed shorts he had on. His hair was combed. He looked the part and he would weaken her as well. As she descended, first he saw her calves and his eyes opened up. Then he saw her thighs, quickly followed by the bottom of the tight skirt. "Damn she is one hott woman" he thought. "Damn what a skirt" and then her blouse, cleavage, and that youthful looking smile on the mature woman's physique. Regardless, she was one hott toned sexy woman and she was all his that night and he was hers in turn! "May I say something" he told her and she told him by all means. "You have to be the most beautiful and the most exciting woman I have ever come across in my life. You look not only ravishing, but you are sexy" he told her. You are extremely sexy looking" he said with an air of confidence in his voice. "Thank you from the bottom of my heart for inviting me back" he added. Then all of a sudden, due to what he said and how he felt about what he said, he became turned on. His cock again became hard. He began raging all over with that hormonal surge of desire to do something somehow with or without her, but preferable with her. She looked into his eyes and knew he wasn't right but suspected he was horny again. She too had been on the verge of being horny as well. She offered him a drink and he told her whatever she was having was fine by him. After pouring two daiquiris, she went to turn off the music playing in the other room. She loved the solace of a summer evening and the sounds which traveled from all over into the house. She bent over and as she did he caught a view of what she wore underneath; a pink girdle. As she stood up casually, she turned and smiled. "Do you like my house and what you've seen so far" she asked amusingly. He knew what she meant by the question and told her yes. "I'm glad you do because there's so much more for you to see too." "As in what you look like underneath that sexy top and skirt" he wondered. But then he wondered about her 'husband' Jack and if he was coming back or what. "Is your husband coming back" he asked her. "My husband" she replied. "Honey I am not married and haven't been for 15 years or so. If you mean Jack, he is just a good friend and that is all he is. Jack was an old lover of mine and we haven't been intimate in a long, long time sweetheart. Jack has his own life, his own relationships, and he'll bring some ladies back here, but usually it is when I'm not around. He is a special man that Jack. I've seen him with women probably younger then you, and I've seen Jack with women even older then me and in as great a shape as me too. He is a special and unique person. But he is not my lover, just a special friend." He was relieved to hear that and he wasn't inhibited any longer. He felt as though he was free to do almost anything he want upon hearing Jack wasn't her husband. Still neither knew the others name or did they? In truth she knew his name, but she never mentioned it, and somehow he never asked her name. He just went with it. There wasn't anything to identify what her real name was. But it didn't matter; she was in control and had him too distracted for him to care too much. She showed him Jack's room. She showed him where Jack ate and did his own thing even though they shared parts of the house. He was downstairs and she was upstairs. She didn't show him her room. "Sit here honey, look outside, and listen to the sounds while you do. Just listen and look at how the sun glistens and the shadows of the trees provide a backdrop to the whole backyard. Isn't beautiful? Look and listen alright" she told him and he sat on an soft cloth covered stool while she pulled him up against the couch and she sat right behind him. In a soft tone he heard her mumble "Mmmmmm this is relaxing isn't it" and her hands wrapped themselves around the front of his chest and began rubbing it. "I love doing this. Don't they feel nice on you" she said softly. "Yeah they do" he said in a relaxed tone. She excited him a lot, but he controlled the tone of his voice. She scooted closer to him and wrapped her legs around the front of him securing them around his waist. They settled in on his lap but her calves could feel it protruding from within. She could feel a hard cock pushing outwards from inside his shorts. She wanted to caress it but held out. Caressing his chest was sweet enough and in good time she'd see it and have her way. "You sure have a man's chest honey. I sure love your chest. I should unbutton it so I could feel its real manliness and the hairs on it too shouldn't I?" Boldly he said "Yes, yes I think you should. I don't have too much on it, but its sexy enough I think." She loved his reply and with that she hugged him from behind and squeezed him tight and he finally smelled her perfume and told her it was sexy too. She embraced him even more and thanked him. She began unbuttoning his shirt about three quarters the way down but she didn't untuck it. Slipping her hands inside, he felt her perfectly manicured nails strolling along his hairier chest. "Ohhhhh mmmmm it is a perfect chest. Ohhh yes it is honey. Oooooh do you know what is so perfect about it? You aren't all muscle bound like many guys want to be like. Perfect looking pecs, but not super tight and well honey mmmmm it is perfect." She could feel his ever increasing hardness raging inside his shorts. And felt now was the right time to tease him and herself. Silent as she looked outside he did too. Her fingers and finger nails tiptoed across his chest and flatter stomach. He continued getting turned on as he felt her fingernails dance on him and smell her perfume drift around their heads. "It was never ever my intention to be seen by you so early in the morning. I really never gave it any thought anyone would ever be around that early. So I never thought twice about it. But I suppose I'm as lucky as a girl can be aren't I dear?" "Maybe, but if I was to have my say I'd say I am the real lucky one here. Never in my wildest dreams, never in my wildest fantasies, and never in a million years would I ever believe two things. One is that a woman like you could be so gorgeous and two, a woman such as you would ever be so attracted to me. Never ever in million years could I fathom that could you?" "Mmmmm thank you my dear ooooooohh thank you honey. It brings me the greatest pleasure knowing I can make a younger man like you feel so attracted to me and better yet, make you horny and hard like you are right now." "You know" he asked in a surprised tone of voice. His head turned around to see a smiling look. "Ohhh yes I know. I know you are. I can feel that hard beauty underneath my leg honey and it's taking a lot of willpower to hold out and not touch it. I do want to see it. I want to hold it too. Ohhhh I do, but I want something else first. Hopefully you are willing to give that to me first." He asked what. "See honey knowing you went to the men's room I cleaned and knowing you masturbated especially because of me and knowing you ejaculated all across that stall door because of me, ohhhh I want to see how you did that. I'd love to see how you did it so I'm going to show you something; it's sort of a surprise. I had something built. It is just for you and I'd love to show you right now. Will you come and see it? Will you come and show me how you did it in the office's bathroom? Will you please?" What she asked him had him hornier then ever and he jumped up, took her hands and asked her to show him where whatever it was and he would be happy to put himself on display. Her face lit up as did his and she led him downstairs to her finished basement that had almost everything in it one could imagine. It was huge. It even had a finished washroom. At the back of the washroom which had nice lighting and carpeting, stood a small bathroom. Nothing but an elongated toilet was inside. It was big enough for two people to sit on. Music was playing on speakers but it was quiet. It was relaxing and as he looked, he turned around and she awaited him to question her motives. "Oh yes dear, here's where I want you to show me how you sat on the one at work, thought about me in my full girdle; the black one and the red and black one too, and then began masturbating while you fantasized about me. That's right" she said gently and in her sultry sounding voice, "show me what you did, let me watch, and make me horny too mmmmmm" as her eyes closed. They both stepped in, he began to pull his shorts down, and she climbed on the toilet behind him, which only drove him wilder and hornier, and harder. He could hear her breathing. He could smell her perfume inside the little bathroom. His briefs covered it up, but she could see the outline easily projecting itself from inside them. She knew he was so willing to not only appease her, but gratify both of them. Slipping his hand inside his briefs she laid her head on his shoulder and watched in total delight. "That is sweet and exciting honey but I know I'd be more thrilled if you just took them off. Take them off so I can see it, mmmm. Let me see how beautiful you are. Even I might get in on this; yes even I might get in on it if it's too much." He pushed then down and slid them off and she smiled. Her heart not only fluttered, it boomed sending impulses straight to her pussy. He excited her easily. She easily excited her own self. He held his cock while she rested her head on his shoulder and wrapped her hands around his chest gently. She leaned into him and he leaned back against her. His hand stroked and stroked it. It was good. He felt great. She felt wonderful as he displayed his cock and his technique. "Mmmmmmm ahhhhhh yes ooooooohh" she quietly remarked. His breathing increased as did hers. He was exciting her and easily. His back arched as though he prepared to cum and she knew why too, and she surprised him. She lowered her arms off his chest and she wrapped her soft, nicely manicured hands and fingers around it. That sent a chilling shiver through her. She moaned like he never heard before. It was a low sounding moan. It was not a shriek. It was a sexy sounding tone. She was still in her blouse and her skirt, and sitting behind him on a special order and little used toilet, and she was wanking him off. She was jacking off her young guest. He was rocking back and forth. He was breathing even heavier and faster then she could believe, but all of it that was happening added to the allure of the moment. All of a sudden in a hysteric moment, he screeched momentarily and a continuous white creamy blast shot out from his hard shaft. She continued stroking it and stroking it only assisting in his state of excited arousal. "Yes ohhh yes dear it's beautiful, it's sexy, it is ohhhhh my yes it's perfect" she screamed out. "Look, look ohhh look how perfect you are" she added in an enthused voice. "Nothing could be as perfect as what you just did" she added as if giddy like a very young woman might sound. She began moaning too as though, and he knew why, she had to orgasm herself too but she wouldn't want his help. She would want to do it herself. She was willing to let him watch naked or not naked; it did not matter. She was horny due to him and what he did. "Mmmmmmm thank you ohhh thank you for doing that" she said hugging him from behind. I'm horny like the devil now and because of you, you get to watch me masturbate." "Huh what, what do you mean watch. I did this because it's what you wanted me to do and I was so happy and so willing to do it, but even though I don't know your name, this has been a thrill. It has been awesome. But mam I want to fuck your brains out. Don't you want that too?" He had stood up, but bumped into the door from behind. The cum which he blew had dripped down the door to the floor. His shorts and underwear back into it and so did his ass. He was full of his own cum. But he felt his own drippings but didn't know it got all over his shorts. She knew and she knew she would have to clean them. That meant he wouldn't have anything to wear immediately afterwards. "I know I know that's what you'd love dear. But we have all the time in the world for that. If you went on a date would you get all that and more from a girl; would you huh? No you probably wouldn't" she said as he nodded his head 'no' also. Stepping out of the bathroom, he started to put his briefs and shorts on and realized they were full of cum. "I guess I am going to have to see you naked aren't I" she said giggling "or am I going to be treated to something pleasurable?" He apologized for being rude. He said he was going to treat her to a show if she wanted one. They laughed, but she was still horny as ever, and led him by hand after putting his clothes in the washer, and they went upstairs. She told him to come upstairs with her to her room. She would have something he could wear. They were larger women's shorts, but seeing as they were hers, he was more then happy to put them on. In truth he turned her on when he put them on. "Oooooooooh" she began "do you know how sexy you look in those shorts? Now that's what I call a turn on baby!" She stood in front of him. "I want to show you something I bet you never thought a woman of my maturity would ever have." She went to a chest in her closet and pulled out a gigantic vibrator. It was curved and had soft ridges on it. She told him it was a "granddaddy of granddaddies." It intrigued him. She told him to lie down. He did. She took off her blouse. He watched while in awe of her sexiness. Then she removed her skirt and all hell broke lose. Seeing her in the tight pink girdle, he went bezerk. His eyes could not focus on any particular aspect of its sexiness. She looked incredibly fit for a woman of her age. Looking upon her, she knew he was excited how she appeared in it and smiled warmly. "Just like at the office almost isn't it" she said fondly. He heard her, but didn't respond. "Would you like to see me in other ones too" she asked him but initially he couldn't reply. Her legs, so smooth and fit, he could have ridden them for days and be pleasured forever. Her trim curvaceous hips turned outwards at the perfect moment only to slither inwards while beginning to view her smaller waistline. It was delicious enough to make any man drool. Upwards his eyes strolled viewing the perfect looking what he assumed were 36D size breasts. Office Notes "I'm going to assume I meet all expectations" she asked in happy voice. "Now again sweetheart would you like me to show you others I wear regularly?" He nodded his head yes but only gawked at her never ending sexy and alluring beauty. Then something dawned on him. "Why am I this lucky" he asked her. "Because it was fate" she said. It is fate that brought us here today. I am the lucky one I think" as she walked towards him, took his hand, and slid it against what she wore. She told him to feel her and turn her on more then she already was. She told him she couldn't wait to climax in a whispering tone as he caressed her stomach, back, and even her ass. He slid his hands inside her girdle where he could and felt her soft smooth skin. As he did, she closed her eyes, but her hand went down and inside her piece and she began feeling her own cunt. Hairy as it was it was soft. She told hi and took his hand to feel her down there, and he did as she asked. She moaned quietly while feeling his gentle touch strolling through her bush. He found her hole. It wasn't only moist, she was soaking wet. His eyes opened wide and he looked right into hers. She nodded her head telling him she was in fact hornier then ever and was as ready as ever to orgasm. He wanted to eat her out and he told her that. She hadn't been muffed in several years since Jack and she stopped seeing one another. Jack never knew it but she never told Jack either. Otherwise jack would have obliged her and done it as a favor. She told him she'd like that but for now she was going to use her vibrator and he was going to watch her orgasm using it. She turned him on telling him that. Lying on the bed, he got comfortable. She kissed his cheek and he wanted to kiss her soft mature lips, but didn't give him the time. She was too anxious and wanted to plunge the piece in her excited wet hole. He watched her and all her expressions. Quiet cooing filled the room joining in the hum of her vibrator. Her eyes shifted from closing to opening and looking at him, and then smiling when open, to closing again, and a look of torment. He loved that look. Her body swiveled, jerked, rocked, and jumped slightly as the cooing he heard turned to moaning and then hearing her say 'Yes, yes ohh yes baby yes!" He wanted to comfort her, help her, or do something to be apart of it. He touched her shoulder and without looking he heard her say "Thank you but it is okay" so he took his hand off her shoulder. He badly wanted to feel her. He wanted to feel her pussy too. He wanted to stick fingers inside her hot wet soft cunt as well but he couldn't. He was horny again and his cock and gained its strength back. He was ready to jump her, shove hi shaft inside her and pleasure her until there was no tomorrow, but he remembered she didn't have a desire for him to do that at that point. He started watching her intently. Then he took off her shorts, got up on his knees, and he told her to watch him while she did herself. She didn't care as she masturbated herself using her vibrator and watching him jack off over her. He was going to get something out of this if not being able to have sex with her. Moans filled the room over the hum of her vibrator. The bed was shaking wildly as the two were in their own sexual state of minds. She watched him jack off while he watched her excitedly do herself with her favorite pussy pleaser. Both were rocking uncontrollably and from out of nowhere she tightened up and shrieked. She screamed and bellowed and her legs collapsed around her pussy as she climaxed and orgasmed repeatedly. Upon hearing and seeing her orgasm, he began blowing a load fit for a king and as he did, her eyes opened and watched as it came straight at her face. In an instant, she quickly scooted back and his hot white cream hit her chest and dripped down into her bra and boobs. She looked up and smiled into his eyes and murmured to him. All was right at that exact moment. She looked at his cock, looked at him, and she told him she wanted a chance to suck it soon. She reached for his hand and gently said "I want you to lick me out soon too. I want you to make love to my body soon too. I guess I want it all as much as you do honey. I want it all too. Guess what? I have all weekend if you do. What are your plans the rest of this weekend baby?" They rested on the bed as he fiddled with her vibrator but then began running it lightly up one of his legs then down another. He was amused but she turned him on more by sliding it under his soft limp dick, and then she would turn it on getting him excited. He told her to keep in down between his thighs because it felt awesome. She loved it that he said so. She told him she was sure it did and even though she didn't tell him it was because she used to do the same thing with her old lover Jack. She told herself he always loved having that done. The feel of the vibrating aroused the younger lover a lot. In fact it turned him on enough he was partially stiff again. She looked into his face with a loving smile and asked him if he ever made love in a shower. He told her he's been intimate but never had sex. "Well there's always a first for everything" she told him. She asked him to do the honors meaning, turn on the shower, and then take off her girdle, panties, and bra. "Then I'll treat you to the best ever loving you've ever had in your life honey and you can bet your sweet tight ass on that baby!" As he undid her undergarments, he watched her sexy body unfold and it was good, it was very good. He couldn't wait to put himself inside her and better yet in a sexy warm shower too.