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Working Late Ch. 01

By: Bedtime Storyteller



She looked at the clock. Six already, she thought. Crap. And I've got at least another two hours worth of work to do. Hell - and tomorrow was Saturday. Guess I'll be working tomorrow, too. Damn her for asking me to do this at the last minute. She began to type furiously again.

She was so deep in thought that she didn't hear him come up behind her. He cleared his throat and she jumped. She swiveled her chair around to face him. God, he looked good.

"Shit, you scared me. I thought everyone had left."

"We're it, I think."

"What're you doing here still?"

"I came in late, and you know how Worthless is about being tardy."

"Ah, doing penance?"

"I know she'll check my activity log and see what time I signed off."

"She's such a bitch."

"Yeah, she is. So are you up for a break?"

She rubbed the back of her neck. "I guess, but just a short one. I have to get this finished and I was supposed to be meeting Alex for dinner at seven-thirty."

"Come on, I'll buy you a coke."

She locked her terminal and met him in the break room, where he had a cold diet coke waiting for her.

"You're the best."

"I know. Want something to eat? I've got some fruit." He rummaged around in the frig. "Yep, grapes, pineapple, and strawberries. I had to work through lunch, you know - making up for having to go to the freakin' dentist." He tossed her a Tupperwear container. "Nice catch, Red."

"Sounds great. The fruit, I mean. I worked through lunch, and I hadn't realized how hungry I am." She opened the lid halfway and popped a piece of pineapple in her mouth. "Ohmygod this is good. Thank you so much."

"Let's go sit in the conference room. I think the TV's still in there from the meeting this afternoon - we could catch a few minutes of the news."

She followed him into the dark conference room and heard the door close behind her. She fumbled for the light but his hand stopped her.

"Don't."

"But -"

"Shh..." His face was only centimeters from hers, and she could feel his warm breath on her lips. As her eyes adjusted to the darkness, she focused on his eyes, trying to ignore the warmth that was growing in her pelvis.

"What do you want?" she whispered, taking a step back.

"You know what I want." He stepped closer.

"Tell me," she breathed. She took another step back and found her back against the door.

"The same as you." One step brought him to her again. This time she felt his shirt against her breasts.

"But -"

He waited, one finger lazily tracing a curl that had escaped from her upswept hairstyle.

"Yes?" He asked.

"What about -" her voice trailed off. She wasn't sure she wanted to voice all the reasons this was so very wrong.

"Nothing matters if we both want it to happen." He ran his finger along the outline of her jaw.

"The risks -" 

"Nothing is without risk," he whispered in her ear, and she was suddenly aware of the clean, masculine scent of him.

"I-"

"What?" His mouth was almost on hers. If she moved, even a fraction of an inch, she would be kissing him. A tantalizing thought, yes, but wrong. So very wrong.

"Why didn't you try anything the other night?" She asked, hoping to buy some time while she made up her mind about participating in what was very obviously on his mind. The other night they had been the last ones to leave happy hour, both of them very tipsy. When he hugged her goodbye, he had looked at her in a way that she could tell he wanted to kiss her, and she had wanted him to, but then the moment passed and they walked in opposite directions to their respective cars.

He laughed softly, startling her. "I might ask you the same question."

"You know I couldn't."

"Did you want me to?" He ran his finger down between her breasts, so gentle and light was his touch it felt like a tiny drop of water sliding along her peach mountain of flesh.

"Yes." He wasn't one for games, and she felt compelled to be honest with him.

"Do you want me to now?"

She hesitated.

"Answer me, " he whispered, as he traced the edge of her bra with his finger.

"Yes." Her voice was barely audible - more of a breath than a word. 

He pulled her hair loose from the pins that held it secure, scattering pins all over the floor.

"You have the most incredibly beautiful hair, Red." 

Then he wound his fingers through the hair at the base of her neck and pulled her to him with a firm hand. Slowly, ever so slowly, he traced the outline of her lips with the tip of his tongue, teasing her. Her lips parted, granting him access, which he took full advantage of, laying claim to her mouth with his.

As though they had a life of their own, her arms reached up around him, pulling him to her as she dropped the container of fruit behind him.

Suddenly he pulled away, leaving her breathless and panting, to stand a few inches away from her.

"What's wrong?" she asked.

"You need to ask?" he said, as he straightened his shirt.

She was silent for a moment, unsure of what he was getting at, but not wanting to appear naïve and stupid. She thought quickly, and then spoke. "Was I too loud?"

He held her gaze for a moment before answering slowly. "No. No, that's not it at all."

"I'm sorry, but I don't understand what I did wrong."

"I know," he said simply.

"Can you please tell me?" She was beginning to panic now, the warm heat of desire quickly being replaced by the cold chill of fear.

"Give me your hands." He held out his hand to her as he walked back to stand close to her again. She put her hands in his, and he quickly pinned them above her head, holding them there against the door. He pressed his body up against hers, pinning her tightly, and began to thrust up against her pelvis, rubbing his pubic bone against her clit. He kissed her like a man possessed, plundering her mouth, bruising her lips against his teeth. She moaned, a deep, primal moan, which came out of the depths of her being. His leg forced her thighs apart and he positioned himself tightly against her between her legs.

"You may not move," he whispered into her ear. "You wanted it, and I'm going to give it to you." He paused, then added, "At my discretion."

She closed her eyes, processing the words he just spoke.

"Open your eyes, little one," he said. "You will not look away from me unless I give you permission."

She opened her eyes to meet his, not sure of what she saw reflected there.

"Tell me what you are feeling right now," he commanded her.

"I'm scared, I'm not sure what you want from me, but I'm so fucking aroused and wet that I can't stand not touching you..." her voice trailed off.

"Keep talking."

"I'm a very naughty girl for doing this. I have a fiancé waiting at home for me, and instead I'm in a conference room, hoping you'll just bend me over the table and fuck me silly. I should walk out of here right now, but I can't. I can't. I want you too much." By now she was on the verge of tears, but she didn't care. He had made her hornier than she had ever been before, and he hadn't even fingered her. She could feel her wetness running down the inside of her thigh, and she didn't even care.

"Tell me more."

"I want you to fuck me. Right here, right now. I guess I ought to ask you to spank me, too, for being such a bad girl, but frankly, the thought of that scares me too much."

"Are you afraid you might enjoy it?"

"Yes," she answered honestly.

"Why should I fuck you?"

She was silent for a moment, trying to figure out how to answer him without sounding like a complete slut. After all, she DID have to face him again at work on Monday.

"I'm waiting."

"You make me so hot. I can't stand it anymore. You look at me with that, that, LOOK, and I know what you're thinking, and it makes me so horny I can hardly sit still. You make these comments that only I can hear, and I know you know the effect it has on me. You stand too close in the elevator, so close I can smell your aftershave and feel the heat from your body against my back, and it makes me want to just stop the elevator and suck you off before you have a chance to even speak." The words just came pouring out, and she was powerless to stop them, even though she knew she was being too candid.

"I see." An amused smile played at the corners of his mouth. "So you're just a horny slut who needs her muffin stuffed, and I happen to be the closest man."

"No, that's not it at all and you know it."

"Temper, temper," he said in a sing-song voice. "My little Red's getting a little hot around the collar."

She was quickly becoming angry but rather than making her want to turn and walk away, it just served to make her want him more. She wanted to prove him wrong, to lick and suck on his cock until he couldn't speak, and then let him fuck her senseless.

"Come here, Red."

She walked over to him, looking deeply into his hazel eyes.

"Take off your panties."

She did as he bid her, sliding them slowly down her legs.

"Give them to me."

She picked them up and handed them to him, continuing to meet his eyes. He smelled them, much in the manner that a wine connoisseur sniffs the delicate bouquet of a glass of fine wine before tasting it.

"You are very wet, Red. Very, very wet. You smell like the ocean, slightly salty, with a hint of evergreen." He put her panties in the pocket of his pants. He pulled out a chair and sat down with his legs slightly apart.

"Pull your dress up, Red, up around your hips. Come bend over my lap."

She panicked. He couldn't possibly mean....

"Yes, Red, I do mean to spank you. You have indeed been a bad girl, and you deserve it. Don't make me ask you again."

She walked reluctantly over to where he was sitting. Thank god the lights were off, she thought. She couldn't bear to do this in the light.

"Wait - first I want you to turn on the light."

"No, I-"

"Red. The light. Now."

"But what if someone --"

"No one will be coming by. The cleaning crew has already been through, and the floor is deserted. It's Friday night, for heaven's sake. No one is still here. Now turn on the light."

Her cheeks burned with embarrassment as she turned on the light and returned to stand next to him.

"Bend over my lap. I want your bottom nice and high."

She gingerly lay over his lap, bracing her hands on the table, trying to support her weight on her feet and hands. He kicked her feet out from under her.

"Let your hands fall to the floor, Red. You won't need them for anything."

She let her hands drop, and was thankful her hair swung around her face. He held her tightly around the waist with one arm, and used that hand to hold her skirt up high around her waist. Her bottom was now totally exposed to the cool air of the conference room. She was aware, too, of the wetness that was starting to collect on her pussy.

"You will hold still, Red, and accept your punishment without complaint. I don't want to hear a sound out of you. Do you understand?"

She nodded, and felt the first slap on her bottom. After five smacks, her bottom started to smart. After five more, she felt the tears begin to roll down her face. After five more, he stopped. She waited, but he said nothing. Then she felt him pull her legs apart with his hand and slide his finger inside her now-dripping pussy.

"I see this has excited you, Red. I'm curious to know just how much." He plunged his middle finger in and out of her pussy, rubbing her clit firmly with his thumb. In a matter of minutes, she was ready to come.

"That's it, Red. Let it go. You know you want to come. Come on, little one. Come for me." He continued plunging in and out of her pussy, rubbing hard on her throbbing clit. She knew she was going to come any moment, and was powerless to stop it from happening. As the first spasms overtook her, he plunged the index finger of this other hand into her ass. That was all it took to send her over the edge. She cried out from the combination of pleasure and pain.

When her orgasm subsided, he withdrew his fingers. "I should have known you were still a virgin there," he said, not making any move to get her off his lap. She was silent, unsure of what he wanted her to say, and mortified at the thought that she had come right then because of his finger in her ass.

"Was it worth the wait?" he asked.

"I think so, yes," she answered.

"It's time for you to go."

"Now?" she asked. "But I thought -"

"Now. Before I do something I might regret. Get your things and go home. It's twenty after seven. If you hurry you can still meet Alex."

She slid off his lap, avoiding looking at him, and pulled her skirt down.

"Look at me, Red." She forced her eyes to meet his. "There is no reason to be ashamed - not of your sexuality, not of your desires, not of what turns you on. Do you understand?"

She nodded.

"Good. Then I'll see you here tomorrow at nine."

"What?" She gasped.

"You have a project to finish. I'll help you, because I delayed your progress this evening."

"That's really not necessary."

"It is. You'll be here at nine tomorrow. Now go, before I change my mind."

She quickly walked back to her desk, leaving him sitting there. The image of him in that chair with a wet spot on his thigh from her excitement was burned into her mind. And she wasn't quite sure what project he was going to help her finish in the morning, but she couldn't wait to find out.

Working Late Ch. 01





I had been working at the company for almost a month before I asked someone just WHY Emma, the boss, was so short with everyone. No one could do anything right. Your work was either sub-standard or about acceptable. She never commented on it being excellent or gave any one a well-done. I was told that she had split up with her husband and he had taken pretty much everything she owed. He had caught her with someone else, so the courts had decided that the divorce would go more in his favour. Understandably this had made her a little unhappy.

Knowing that she was now single allowed me to develop the thoughts I had had very early on from joining the company. Fantasizing about her, what she could do to me and what I would do to her kept me up most nights. Emma was 40 years old exactly. 5'6" tall, slim. She was large chested, 38E (I had heard her talking about it to one of the secretaries). Long straight brown hair which she always wore in a bun. Long slim neck, small mouth, wicked smile... She was a power dresser. Tight pencil-skirt, blouse, suit jacket, high-heels and had the attitude to match. The blouse was always buttoned up to her neck, she never showed even a hint of cleavage, which was a shame as the bra's she wore made her gorgeous chest all the more obvious under her blouse. She had built the company up from nothing, managed an acrimonious divorce and abusive husband and still seemed to be in perfect control of herself. In short I was in awe of her.

I am 22 years old and single. My last girlfriend left after the hours I was putting in at work pretty much finished off our social life. What she didn't know was that I was matching Emma's work hours hour for hour. When she was at work I would be. I would allways volunteer for the overtime or have a reason to stay "just for half an hour" to get something finished. After 2 months of this though it still seemed like she hadn't noticed me. The amount of times I had gone to the toilet and wanked off just thinking of what we could do in her office during one of those days when there was only her and me working over, but it never materialised.

Her constant stern demeanour had me thinking that she had gone off men for good. This was shattered though during one overtime session. I was about to leave as she had locked herself in her office and I was getting bored waiting. As I approached her office door I could hear her talking. I pressed my ear to the door and heard : 

"I'm 24 years old and a perferct 10...36D, 26, 36 just lying here slowly fingering myself........"

then after a pause....

"Mmmmmm, you are a big boy! I'm gonna put your balls in my mouth as I wank you..."

another pause.....

"That's it, fuck my face...don't worry if you cum, just keep it in my mouth...I'm such a slut I'll....Yes, I'll.......Mmmmm, God just keep it coming"

Then I realised...she was on a sex-phone line.

My heart dropped...her office door had no key-hole or any other hole I could look through. Thoughts ran through my mind. "Was she naked?", "Did she have a dildo in her?". "How could she feel the need to lie about her body? She was beautiful as she was!" 

My hand was in my trousers. My cock was so hard it hurt. I leant against the door and listened. For about a minute there was just heavy moaning coming from her punctuated with swearing. Then she gasped "NO! Don't want you in me, I just want to suck you as I rub myself! Just use my face, keep fucking it, I love it, think about looking into my eyes as you face-fuck me, your balls rubbing on my tits as you pull out and hitting my chin as you push back in..."

Then: "What? Hmmm? You want to know...? Well I've got two fingers on my clit and one rubbing around my ass-hole................you want me to put it in? Ok...........it's in baby............oh God is it in! I can't hold the 'phone like this, I'm putting you on speaker-phone."

More moaning. I had both hands on my cock now, wanking as fast as I dared...I could cum anytime I wanted to now, I just didn't want to just yet. I wanted her to catch me, to hang-up and invite me in..then to......God! I would cum the moment she touched me!

I took my trousers off and took off my shirt, I was naked outside Emma's office, on my knees, wanking.

I could hear a guy's deep voice...."I push my cock in and see your lips move in slightly as you are holding them tight around my shaft, as I pull out I see your lips move out, lipstick on my cock. I can hear you breathing through your nose, your mouth is just too full. Saliva is dripping from the corners of your mouth, I take a couple of seconds to push it in and the same pulling out as I slowly but steadily fuck your greedy little mouth.." 

She moaned "I just love cock in my mouth....take as long as you like to fuck it, on the next in thrust I'll open my mouth and I want you to get your balls in as well."

With my eyes closed I imagined her face in my crotch as my shaft slowly slid into her mouth, then the feel of her hand on my balls as she stuffed them in past her teeth then closed her mouth. My entire cock in her mouth! I could happily die after that....

Her moaning was getter more rapid. The guy was moaning as well, telling her to "Suck it" and then "Get ready Emma! I'm going to cum baby, God this is going to be a massive load....all for you..."

Then her moaning "In my mouth! in my mouth! I want you to pull out, hold your cock close to my face and just wank it into my mouth. I want to see it spray out and go into my mouth..."

I had two hands on my cock, I was wanking so fast that the pre-cum was splattering up onto my chest. One hand moved down to massage my full balls as I rubbed the other hand over the head of my cock to lubricate my palm with pre-cum then start wanking again......

The guy let out a moan, "OH YES!!! I'm cumming Emma, into your mouth, open it wide baby...........oh yes.......nice, thick, hot spurts into your mouth..............God yes, still cumming....there's more...6....7.....8 big spurts of my cum!" He didn't actually sound all that convincing, but it did the trick for her......She didn't scream just let out a long low-toned moan as she came, I could hear bumping which must of been her bucking against the desk or something as she orgasmed.

That did it for me....I could feel my orgasm start in my balls as they tightened and suddenly realised that it would be a big load and a mess on the office floor would be noticed by her....I began to cum, a nice long powerful orgasm...I held the end of my cock, pinched the foreskin to hold the cum in, I could feel my cock twitch, once, twice, three...four times...each twitch should of been followed by a spray of cum but it was just building up in the head of my cock as I held it in.....I picked up my clothes and ran to the toilets...the nearest was the ladies...I just burst in, went to a cubicle and moaned loudly as I let go of my cock-head, a long thick spurt that lasted a good 2 seconds shot out and sprayed across the toilet seat which I had forgotten to lift..! I just let go of my cock and let it twitch about on it's own as I sprayed cum all over my tummy and cock. I was in heaven, such a powerful orgasm.

I cleaned the toilet seat and myself and sat down to get dressed...just as I was coming out of the cubicle however Emma walked into the toilet.....

Her hair was down, she was wearing the skirt but was bare-foot..her blouse was on but the top two buttons where undone, a little bit of cleavage was showing, my cock started to get hard again...to say she looked flustered was an understatement..."What the hell are you doing in here?" she asked..

"Err, I've been working but the men's toilets don't seem to be working..."

"Well get out!" She shouted "and go home....For Christsake, you're always here working, don't you have a home-life to go to?" As I passed her I got a whiff of the unmistakable smell of sex...I waited around for 10 minutes more but didn't see her so I just left...On my way out I peeked into her office.

The 'phone was off-the-hook, the speaker 'phone still on with the dial tone sounding.....Her desk was cleared......all the papers where on the floor, the room smelt like she had as I passed her in the toilet...my head swam and I went outside and walked home for the fresh air.

I would be tortured for now with the thought of "What if I had just gone into that office instead of staying outside.....Would she?" 



Working Late Ch. 01



Before you start reading let me say that this is my very first story, not just a lesbian story but overall. So if there's anything that you feel I should work on let me know, be nice though! 

Oh and enjoy! :)

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Alex and I usually got home from work around the same time, but she texted me while I was on my way home that she had to work a little late and I know she wasn't happy about it. I have to say that I wasn't happy about it myself. I don't know what it was but I missed Alex a lot today during work that I was actually looking forward to seeing her when she came home(not that I usually didn't.) 

Alex and I met in high school senior year. She was new there and I was chosen to show her around the school and be a friend to her. I was kind of annoyed that they chose me, but that feeling changed when Alex and I met. She was the most beautiful girl I think I've ever seen. She had long brown hair that fell to her lower back, vibrant hazel eyes and a perfect smile. She wasn't that much taller then me but her breast were a little smaller than mine, but not by much, at a good 36C, flat stomach, long legs and a nice ass, much like myself. I looked at her schedule and realized we had the same classes, except when she had music I had study hall. After she got a hang of the school and locker combo, we became pretty good friends. Surprisingly, the boys didn't really notice her probably because she wasn't a cheerleader and was still a little unaware of her surroundings. We started to hang out after school and go over to each others houses on weekends. Soon we were best friends. We even ended up going off to the same college together in the fall. 

It was Saturday night and Alex and I came back to our off campus apartment pretty tipsy. Alex was really touchy-feely with me all night but I was too drunk to notice or care. We went to my room and kicked off our clothes and we fell asleep in my bed. I must have been more drunk than I thought the night before because I woke up at 1 in the afternoon to Alex gently shaking me. 

"Hey, Mel honey, wake up sweetheart"

"Mm, I'm up, I'm up" I mumbled.

"Here" She said handing me a cup of apple juice.

"Thank you" I said and started to drink it.

"U gotta shower to wake yourself up come on" She said setting down the cup and dragging me to the bathroom.

She stood at the door to make sure I didn't fall over. She saw how much I was struggling and offered to help me. She pulled my shirt over my head and unclasped my bra. She stepped in front of me and loosed my pajama pants and pulled them down then my panties. She started the water and helped me in. I told her she didn't have to do all this for me but she told me she didn't want to risk anything happening to me so I just let her. 

She washed my hair than soaped up her hands and started to wash my body. She started around my neck going down my back stopping just at the top of my ass. 

"Turn around Hun" I did and started washing my front. She went over my stomach and moved up towards my breasts. She slowly washed circles around each one, brushing over my nipples at times. I couldn't hold it in anymore I let a moan escapee from my lips. She must have heard this but kept going and finished washing my body and helped me out the tub. She picked out my clothes and told me to get dressed. While she was brushing my hair, I had to tell her how good her hands felt on my body.

"You have really gentle hands" I told her.

"Do I really?" She asked.

"Yes really you did a good job helping me out, thanks" 

"Oh don't think twice about it I just wanted to make sure you were okay enough get ready"

"Oh okay" I said.

There was a pretty long silence between us before she broke it.

"Mel?" 

"Hmmm?" 

"I got to let you something but I don't know how"

"Alex you could tell me anything. I am your best friend, you know." 

"Okay umm... when I helped you shower, I did it to feel you up."

"You didn't do it to make sure I was okay?" I asked shocked.

"Well of course I did but I also did it for that reason. Melody, I wanted you for so long, I just thought that this was the time to let you know." She said softly, as if embarrassed. 

"Really?" I asked still shocked at what I was hearing.

"Yes" She whispered.

I turned around to face her completely "Well I'm kind of relived you did tell me now because I feel the same about you too." 

"Really?" She asked, picking up her eyes to meet mine.

"Yes, Alex I think your so beautiful and sweet and I uh, I love you." I said. 

"I love you too." She said eagerly, flashing a smile.

"No Alex I mean I really do love you, not just as a best friend." 

"I know I meant it the same way," she said while leaning a little "and by the way I think your beautiful too, I love everything about you .... Can I kiss you?" 

"Why would you need to ask?" I asked with a sweet smile. She smiled back and kissed me on the lips. I shuddered as she sucked lightly sucked my bottom lip and pulled away.

"Was the good?" 

I didn't answer and just kissed her again. She moaned when I stuck my tongue in her mouth, messaging mine with hers. She reached up and took my breast in her hand, gently rolling the nipple between two fingers. I broke the kiss and looked down and noticed how hard my nipples were through my shirt. 

"Let's take this off." she said sweetly and pulled my shirt up and over my head and undid my bra and drops them to the floor. I tell her she might as well take my shorts off too while she's at it, and she does. I lift my ass up off the bed to help her. She bites her lip at the sight of my freshly shaved pussy for the second time. 

"God, I cant wait to taste you." 

"Oh I want you too."

She bent down and took my left pink puffy nipple in the mouth, sucking and nibbling gently.

"Oh, Alex that's feels so good please, please don't stop." Good enough for me she didn't. she switched to my right nipple to give it the same attention. I was so wet and couldn't wait anymore. I stopped her and took her shirt off and sucked on her tiny pink nipples. She must have been pretty turned on because as soon as I latched my mouth to her nipple she moaned pretty damn loud and grabbed the back of my head. 

"Oh god Mel." 

I started to gently rub her pussy on the outside of her sexy white shorts. She jumped up and pulled them off along with her black thong and pushed me down on the bed and spread my legs. 

"Your such a little tease," she said in a sexy low voice "you've got me all wet, see? Look at my little clit its so big and my slit is so slippery."

"And I'm the tease. I'm fucking dripping, if you don't make me cum soon, ill die."

"No baby, my girl cant die on me right when she's about to get the best fuck of her life." she said teasingly while rubbing my clit.

"Your girl?" I managed to squeak out.

"Oh yeah... will you be my girlfriend? She asked, not even giving me a chance to answer, she lightly flicked my clit with her tongue. "So how 'bout it sweetie?" 

"God yes I'll be you girlfriend. I want nothing more than to be with you." She didn't say anything but she didn't need to she just flashed those beautiful teeth and looked at me with love and mix of lust in her hazel eyes. She bent down and stuck her tongue in my tight pussy. 

I moaned so loud as she buried her tongue deeper and deeper. 

"FUCK, Alex!" I screamed as she slipped her tongue out of my pussy mouth. "Alex please don't stop, oh god, oh right there! Oh baby your gunna make me cum!" 

When she heard that she stuck two fingers deep in my pussy and hit my g-spot.

"I'm fucking cumming!" I yelled. She slowed her pace on my clit and took her fingers out letting my juices flow all over my bed. She bought her fingers up and I eagerly took them in my mouth. 

"You taste really good don't you?" 

"Mhmm, let me taste more." I said pulling her to me and sticking my tongue in her mouth that still tasted like my pussy juice. "Your turn" I said flipping her on her back on the bed. I didn't waste any time and went straight for her hard clit. 

"Oh god yeah, fuck, Mel suck it harder baby please" She yelled and obliged while sticking a finger in her wetness. 

After a few minutes of her beg me to fuck her, my tongue switched places with my finger and I started rubbing her asshole with my thumb. 

"God Mel harder Hun I'm gunna cum soon." she moaned. I rubbed her little clit harder and moved my tongue around in her pussy faster and worked a finger in her ass. "Ohh oh yeah fuck me hard, come on, oh my god I'm cumming!" she screamed and grabbed my hair. 

I loved the taste of her pussy, her cum was so hot and creamy. I kissed my way up her body and lay beside her taking, took her shaking form in my arms and kissed her with all the love l had in me.

"I love you so much Mel, I'm so glad you mine babe." 

"I love you too Alex, I'll never hurt you sweetheart, I promise."

"Mmmm good!" 







(To be continued....)



Working Late Ch. 02



Copyright 2002 by trendyredhead. All rights reserved.

Bzzz Bzzz Bzzz 

Jamie rolled over and looked at the clock as she turned off the alarm. 7:15 a.m. God, it was early. Now why had I set my alarm, she wondered. Oh yeah, that darn project. The conference room. And him. It was all coming back to her now. She blushed as she thought about what had happened the night before. She couldn't believe she'd been so brazen and so wanton, telling him how badly she wanted him to just fuck her. But God, what he had done to her was just... just... well, she couldn't even bring herself to think about it.

See you at nine, he'd said. Shit, she didn't want to face him again. How could she, knowing that he'd turned her over his lap, spanked her, and then fingered her to an orgasm that left her weak in the knees and left a wet spot on his pants? She'd rather die than face him again.

However, she had given Worthless her word that she'd get this report done by Monday, and it was going to take at least another eight hours to get it finished. She knew she was terrible with data gathering, but Worthless had it in for her. And laying here in bed wasn't going to get it done, unfortunately. Jamie rolled out of bed and headed for the shower.

Standing under the spray, she let her hands wander the contours of her breast. Would he find them pleasing, she wondered. What would it feel like to have his lips wrapped around the pale pink nipples that crowned her fair breasts? She turned to face the spray, letting the water sting her nipples, and she gasped as the initial pain turned to throbbing pleasure.

She glanced at the clock above the shower - 7:25. If she hurried, she might just have enough time. She coated her hair with deep conditioner and piled it on top of her head, securing it with a clip. Let's see if I can do it in three minutes, she challenged herself.

She pulled the handheld showerhead out of its holder and spread her feet apart. She bent her knees slightly and adjusted the spray to a single jet. Closing her eyes, she thought back to the night before and the feelings he had ignited in her as she lay over his lap, exposed to him and completely vulnerable. She aimed the water jet at her wide open pussy, then slowly drew the water up to her clit.

Her hips bucked involuntarily at the pressure on her most sensitive part, and yet it felt so good that she continued thrusting into the water. She traced clockwise circles on her clit with the water while the fingers from her other hand found the entrance to her pussy.

She slowly slipped two fingers inside and rubbed on her G-spot. Oh god, she moaned. She thrust her fingers in and out rapidly, her breath coming in heaves. It feels so fucking good, she thought. She imagined her fingers were his fingers, and the water was his teeth, pulling at her clit while he flicked it with his tongue.

Jamie felt a flood of wetness around her hand and the tightening of her pussy around her fingers. The feeling in her clit intensified, and she felt as though she were going to pass out from the sheer pleasure of it. That's it, she moaned, make me come god I'm going to come oh god oh god oh please oh oh oh yes yes! Her orgasm overtook her, rendering her speechless, and her wrist went limp, the water hitting her thigh instead of her throbbing clit.

She was dimly aware that the clock now said 7:32. So I didn't beat the three minutes, but it was too damn good to complain, she thought. She quickly rinsed her hair and turned off the water. As she dried herself off, she contemplated what to wear.

I need to look sexy, she thought, but not like I put any thought or effort into it. And that is not the easiest task. After tossing aside several outfits, she settled on a fitted white V-neck t-shirt and jeans with a pair of black sandals. She scrunched her hair with a little leave-in conditioner, then flipped her hair over her head and aimed the blow dryer at the roots for a few seconds to create a little volume before flipping her hair back over. She fixed a few stray strands and smiled. A little mascara and sheer lip gloss would complete the look. Innocent, yet sexy. Her cheeks had a faint blush all their own - was that from her earlier orgasm, she wondered, or just from the warm bathroom? Well, regardless of where it came from, it was rather becoming. 

After spraying herself lightly with her favorite vanilla perfume, she glanced at the clock again. 8:15. Perfect timing. She could get there before nine and be hard at work when he got there. And she wasn't going to be an easy target today, she decided. She wasn't going to throw herself at him. It's not as though she couldn't have any guy she wanted, after all. Last night was merely a lapse in judgment. A TEMPORARY lapse, she told herself.

She arrived at the office at 8:45, and didn't see his white truck in the lot. Jamie felt relieved. At precisely 9:00, a new email arrived:

"I'm in the 4th floor training room. Bring your files and come down here."

Her heart sank. He was not only here, but he was waiting for her. She sat for a moment, weighing her options. If she went downstairs, there were three possibilities. One, they'd do nothing but work, and when the project was finished, she'd go home and it would be as though nothing ever happened. Two, no work would be accomplished, and she'd have a lot of explaining to do on Monday - or she'd have to come back again tomorrow to get it done. Or three, she'd get the project done and then something might happen afterwards - but at least the project would be finished. Girl, she said to herself, you actually showed up today, knowing he'd be here. Obviously you weren't that concerned about what might or might not happen if you went to the office, so why are you so concerned now? Ultimately, you have control here, don't you?

But that was the question, she answered herself. Do I? Do I really have control? She had no answer for that question, so she gathered her files and went downstairs.

She found him in the training room, thinking to herself how fitting it was that he should pick this room out of all the places in their building. He was sitting a terminal in the back row and didn't turn when she walked in.

"Sit here, Red" he said, without looking up, gesturing to the terminal next to him. She set her files down between the terminals and sat, unsure of exactly what to do.

"Once you get signed on, I'll email you the work I've done so far." 

She entered her sign-on and password and waited while her system loaded. She could see his reflection in her screen, so she seized the opportunity to study him. He was concentrating on what he was typing, and he was absentmindedly chewing on his bottom lip while he worked.

She launched her email and file manager while she contemplated his eyes. They were hazel, with a rim of navy around the iris. She knew that without even looking at them. She could see him scanning the words on the screen in front of him.

"My email's open now," she said quietly. "What's the plan for today?"

He clicked a few times with his mouse and an email appeared on her screen. "What I've done is set up the template for the report. I'll take the first two sections and do the research, and you'll pull the data together for the last two sections. I think we should be done with that by noon. We'll break for lunch and then write the summary together."

Wow, Jamie thought. He actually has a plan. How unusual. Well, I guess he's not going to mention last night, so I won't either. She opened the report template he sent her and got to work.

At 11:30, her neck sore and her eyes dry, she pushed her chair back and stood up. "I've got to get a drink and stretch for a minute. Do you need anything?"

"Yeah, I'll get something in a minute."

"Alright. Suit yourself."

She went to the bathroom and then got a diet coke from the machine in the kitchenette. She leaned against the counter, closed her eyes, and took a long drink. When did life get so complicated, she wondered. 

She could hear him humming before she saw him. When he turned the corner she was standing with her back to him, studying the open newspaper someone had left behind the day before.

"Whatcha readin'?" His voice was low and soft next to her ear, and she could feel the warmth of his body next to her shoulder even though he wasn't quite touching her. She shivered, even though she was far from cold.

"Nothing," she said.

He reached around her and turned the newspaper 180 degrees. "Maybe if it were right side up you might find something to read."

She felt the redness creeping up her neck and cheeks, and she wished the floor would just open up and swallow her whole. 

"Come on, we've got work to do. I've ordered a pizza - the guard will call me when it gets here. Until then, let's keep working. That is, unless you'd rather read the paper." He turned and walked back into the training room without looking to see if she would follow.

The rest of the afternoon was uneventful. Lunch came and went, and by 2:30, the report was finished. He ran off two copies and they read over it, making sure there were no spelling errors or other obvious mistakes.

"It looks good," he said, dropping the report on the table. "You satisfied?"

She paused before answering, knowing he was referring to her satisfaction with the report, but wanting to answer 'no' just the same.

"Yeah," she replied softly. "I guess I am. Thanks again for your help. If it weren't for you, I'd be spending all weekend here."

"Don't mention it," he answered, gathering up his things. "Are you going to email it to her or leave it on her desk?"

"Both, I think. But you don't need to stay. I'm sure you have other things to do, and I can manage just fine. Thanks for lunch, too."

"You're welcome. See you later." He left, the door closing softly behind him. Jamie sent the email to her boss and gathered up her files, wondering what on earth happened this morning. Sure, the reason they were there was to get the report done, but she thought maybe he'd finish what he'd started last night.

When she opened her briefcase to put the files inside, she saw something that hadn't been there earlier. She pulled it out and discovered it was her panties, with a note attached.

"7:30 - my house - don't be late."

Jamie sank down into her chair, trembling. So it wasn't over after all, she mused. Perhaps it was just beginning.

At 7:25, Jamie pulled into Ian's driveway. The lights were off inside, but she could see smoke coming from the chimney, so she knew he was home.

What in the fuck am I doing here, she asked herself. I have got to be crazy for doing this. I'm just asking for trouble.

You want him, she answered herself. You want him so badly you can taste it. Last night intrigued you more than you care to admit, but you can't deny he aroused you more than you ever thought possible.

But why, after all this time, is he suddenly doing this, she wondered. It's not like he hasn't had opportunities before. Lord knows I've given him plenty. And come to think of it, there was that one night when I was here watching a movie, when we accidentally kissed... Why not make a move then? We were both drunk, and obviously attracted to each other. Why wait until now, and ambush me in a conference room when I least expect it?

She watched the clock change to 7:28. Don't be late, his voice rang in her ears. Or what, she asked? You'll spank me? She mocked silently. Big f-ing deal.

She walked up the stairs to the back door. It was ajar, so she let herself in.

She paused in the kitchen, letting her eyes become adjusted to the darkness. "Hello?" she called. "Anybody home?"

Silence.

She set her purse on the counter and slipped off her shoes. The late afternoon rain hadn't dried up completely, and she didn't want to get wet footprints on his new carpet. She padded softly into the living room, where she found him sitting in a club chair, nursing a scotch on the rocks. A bottle of tequila and an empty shot glass lay on the table in front of him, beside a bowl of sliced lemons and a shaker of salt. Obviously he had remembered tequila was her drink of choice.

"Help yourself," he gestured toward the tequila.

"I'm not interested in drinking, but thanks anyway." Jamie looked around, unsure of whether or not to sit. The furniture was new since the last time she'd been here.

"Suit yourself," he replied. "Come here," he said, grasping her hand and pulling her into his lap.

She sat awkwardly, his arm pulling her against his chest, the other hand setting the scotch down next to the chair on the floor.

He began to stroke her hair, and despite herself, she began to relax. He turned her so she was half facing him, her head tucked underneath his chin, and continued playing with her hair. The other hand wrapped around her midsection and rubbed the small of her back. She felt so safe and so secure, but her mind was still racing with questions.

He kissed her then, a gentle, open-mouthed kiss that seemed to go on forever. When it ended, she didn't move, their lips still touching, their breathing heavy and in sync. He stroked her cheek with his thumb as he cradled her face in his hand.

She shifted, feeling his semi-hard cock against her thigh, and a soft moan escaped him. "Sweet Jamie, what are you doing to me?"

She opened her eyes and gazed into his, not blinking, hoping to find the answer somewhere in the depths of his eyes.

He kissed her again, this time with a more intense passion than before. Her head was spinning and all she could think was "Oh god, please don't stop..." His hard cock was pressing against her, and she cursed the layers of material separating their bodies. She wanted him inside her, had to have him inside her or she'd explode.

Suddenly he was laying her down on the floor in front of the fire, pulling her pants down her legs with one hand while undoing his belt with the other. She reached down and pulled her pants off the rest of the way, taking her panties with them.

"Turn over," he said, "and take your shirt and bra off." She did as he directed, not quite sure where this was leading, but she wanted him too badly to question him about his plans. As long as they were naked, she didn't care.

She lay on her stomach, her head on her bent arms, her face to the side. She could barely see him out of the corner of her eye as he took off his pants and shirt, leaving him in only boxers and socks. She hid a smile, thinking how men didn't realize how utterly ridiculous they looked in nothing but boxers and socks.

She heard a soft click, and he disappeared from her view. She was curious, but didn't turn over to investigate. Instead, she watched the fire licking at the logs, thinking about what it might be like to have him lick her clit. Would he be gentle, or would he play rough? Would he understand that she always needed fingers - or something - inside her pussy in order to come? Or would he even bother with pleasuring her at all this time? Might he just insist that she service him instead? Well, that might not be all bad, she thought with a grin. After all, she mused, I DO have that letter of recommendation... I know I'm good at that, and I've never had a man refuse to satisfy me after I've given head. 

On the other hand, not counting last night, she could count on one hand the number of men who had succeeded in getting her to come, and that was her fiancé. Just one man had been able to bring her to orgasm, and that was only because she'd finally felt comfortable touching herself during sex, so it wasn't exactly as if the credit was all his.

"Jamie!" She could hear him calling her name.

"Yes?" She called back, not sure exactly where he was.

"Come in the bedroom, please."

She rolled over and stood up, guessing that the bedroom must be where the dim light was coming from in the hallway.

She strolled down the short hallway to the bedroom, aware of her hips swaying. She felt herself grow wetter as she neared the bedroom. When she reached the semi-closed door, she could smell sandalwood and musk.

She pushed open the door and saw a naked woman lying on the bed. Her hair splayed out over the pillow, a tangle of dark curls a striking contrast to the white pillowcase. He was sitting on the edge of the bed next to the woman, playing with her right nipple. Incense burned on the dresser.

"Jamie, I believe you know Kim." Jamie was stunned. Not Kim, please no let this be a joke, she thought. This can't be happening. Kim was his barely-legal former live-in girlfriend. The one time they had met at a happy hour, it was obvious, even to the casual observer, that they despised each other.

"I thought you weren't seeing her anymore," she whispered. She felt very cold all of a sudden, the former heat of passion giving way to numbness. She grabbed a blanket from the floor at the end of the bed and wrapped it around herself, as though to protect herself from what she didn't want to hear confirmed.

"We aren't, technically. But she's still my slave."

"Your what?" She knew she must have a blank look on her face, but this was hard to comprehend.

"Kim serves me, any time, anywhere, and any way I want her to, don't you, Kim?"

"Yes, Master. Whatever pleases you."

"Kim has been well trained, and she has been especially pleasing as of late, so I decided to grant her one request. She has requested another woman, you in particular, and quite frankly, I am rather aroused by the thought of watching her with you."

She was speechless. Another woman was one thing, but with Kim? And she was his slave? She was ready to turn around and walk out when he spoke.

"I know this must come as a shock, Red. But I think you'll do just fine, once you get past your initial reticence."

"Can I talk with you ALONE please?" This was not what she had bargained for, and quite frankly, she was rather pissed at the mere suggestion.

"Anything you want to talk with me about can be said in front of Kim."

She took a deep breath, then slowly exhaled, counting to ten before the words came pouring out.

"You know how much I hate her - hate the THOUGHT of her - and you're asking me to FUCK her? Are you out of your mind? I don't know what in the HELL you're thinking, particularly after last night, but you've got another thing coming if you think I'm going to pleasure HER."

"Are you finished yet?"

"Maybe."

"Last night I gave you exactly what you wanted, whether you admit it to yourself or not. I was also testing your responsiveness and your willingness to be adventuresome. You obviously did well or you wouldn't be here tonight. I think the thought of being with a woman intrigues you, although I can understand your reluctance for that woman to be Kim. However, she is still my slave and she will certainly make this a night for you to remember. To do any less would disappoint me, which she knows not to do. Isn't that right, Kim?"

"Yes, Master."

"So as you can see, you really have nothing to lose from participating."

She considered this for a moment. "But what do I have to gain?"

He smiled. "Everything, my dear. Everything."

"I don't exactly understand what you're getting at."

"I'm looking to train a new submissive. I think you have good potential, provided we can keep your temper under control. And I think, deep down, you know this is the kind of life you want, where someone else worries about everything you need, and your only task is to worry about pleasing me."

"I see..." She was intrigued, but still seething at the thought of spending even a moment with Kim.

"And I know you're concerned about Kim. However, that's already taken care of. She's learned all she can learn from me, and I'm giving her to a new Master, one who can keep her on a shorter leash, so to speak. She tends to get into trouble quite a bit," he confided. "However, as a reward for completing her training, I've asked her to assist me in finding a new submissive. We discussed various women we know, and felt you had the best potential. She asked that she might be able to... audition you, so to speak."




Working Late Ch. 02



It's good to talk.....

Getting home that evening I was still in shock, my boss a sex-goddess! My fantasies with her had always been tainted with the assumption that she never fucked and that her body was just wasted on her......however it seemed that every cloud and all that.

I was alone at home, the lodger was out. I decided there and then that whilst the sound of Emma's orgasms where still in my head I would wank myself stupid over that thought. I went into the bedroom and got undressed, lying on the bed I was already hard, I looked down at my engorged cock. 8 inches long, quite thick and dark hair at the bottom. My balls are quite large, probably the reason I cum in such large quantities....My mind went back to hearing Emma tell the guy on the 'phone how she wanted his balls in her mouth whilst she sucked him, my cock twitched and a little spurt of pre-cum dripped out onto my shaft, dripping down the side onto my balls. I could feel how warm it was, making it's slow sticky way down my cock until it pooled at the bottom.

I took my balls in my hand and rubbed the pre-cum in gently, forcing more out of the end of my cock which also dribbled down and soaked my hand. My balls where red-hot, would Emma feel that heat if she was sucking on them? She could taste my pre-cum as she sucked on my big, cum filled balls, looking me in the eyes as I played with her hair.....

I was moaning loudly now, pushing my ass up off the bed as I rode my hand, still only rubbing my balls. Now my free hand went to my shaft, gripping it tightly I pulled down on it as I pulled my balls up....the feeling was amazing, I moaned out loud....."Yes Emma, suck my cock, take my balls in your mouth...suck them...."

I looked over at the mirror on the wall, I could see myself led on the bed, naked, my cock sticking up and twitching as I played with my balls. I opened up both my hands, and just rubbed both palms over my cock and balls slowly, pushing down, curling my fingers down so they cupped my balls whilst my palms rubbed my cock head.

This almost made me cum so I let go and just led there breathing hard......Then I saw the 'phone on the dresser......I had a thought.....Should I? I'd never done that before...How far do the women on those lines go? Before I had answered these questions I had the 'phone in my hand, the newspaper had some adverts in it...I dialled the number.....a short wait....then.......

"Hi, my name's Jayne.......What can I do for you tonight?"

The voice was pleasant, deep and for all intents and purposes...sexy...I felt like I had spoken to her before somewhere.

"I just.....ermmmmmmmmm........saw your advert in the paper...........I........errr...I rang it..!"

A pause....

"Well of course you rang it, we're here arn't we! So tell me about you..."

I told her name, age, height, basic physical features....

"...and what do you want me to be? I'll be anything you like."

"Anything.." I repeated..."Errrrrrrr.....OK......My boss turns me on so much, I want you to be her!"

"Ok babe, tell me about her."

I told her, name, age, looks, body and what she wears...

A long pause at the other end....

"And you said your name was Howard, right?"

"Right."

"Ok Howard, think of me as Emma, I'm in your bedroom now.....got on white blouse, black suit jacket, tight black long skirt, calf length black boots...hair tied up. I've sat next to you on the bed, you're naked and slowly wanking your cock. Come on baby, wank that cock of yours for me...both hands."

My cock was getting hard again...I took it in my hand and rubbed around the base feeling the warmth and lying back eyes closed..."Now whilst your doing that, I'm removing my jacket and skirt....white bra and panties on underneath, rubbing up and down your chest as I watch you wank slowly..."

"Oh yes, rub your tits over my chest...I'm going to let your hair down..." I moaned.

"Ok baby, I lean forward and you feel the silk of my bra being pushed into your chest from the weight of my big tits, my hair falls down and tickles your chest..."

I started to wank harder....breathing harder "Oh God Emma, I'm rubbing the outside of your panties, feeling how wet you are behind them, ride my hand baby, I push my hand into your panties and lie my palm over your pussy, ride it..!"

"Pushing against your hand, feel how wet that is Howard? Feeling your mouth start to explore the outside of my bra, feeling you lock on to a nipple through the material and suck it hard...the bra cup getting wet with your saliva soaking through, making contact with my nipple...I lean forward and bury your face into my tits, feeling you pushing them together around your face, my bra gets ripped off....you push my tits together and lick across both nipples from side-to-side, loving the feel of their heavy weight and large size in your hands....Now take one nipple and concentrate on it...suck it so hard baby..."

I imagined taking one of her 38E tits in my mouth, taking a nipple, locking my lips tight around it and just sucking very, very hard...feeling it go erect in my mouth...My hand was wanking hard...pre-cum was spraying off and splattering onto my chest, I played with it, feeling how good the hot and sticky goo felt on my skin...

I could hear her moaning "That's it Howard, suck my tits..I love them played with.....massage them, suck them, rub them.....Tell me how much you love them baby."

"I LOVE your tits Emma, if you knew how much spunk I had shot over the thought of fucking them.............Oh God..........Lie back on the bed Emma, I am going to fuck those tits of yours...I want my cock suffocated between them.....I am going to fuck them , and drown them in cum baby..."

She started telling me about how she was lying down but I wasn't listening, I was imagining Emma, lying there, her gorgeous chest underneath me still wet from my earlier mouth attention.....she pushes her tits together, but not all the way, making a channel between them...I take a deep breath and rub the end over her nipples, coating them in pre-cum. I squeeze the end of my cock making as much come out as possible as I nudge it up against her nipples. She takes the end of my cock and presses it hard against her nipple, both nipple and cock virtually disappear into the mass of tit-flesh as she works the sensitive tip of my cock over her hard nipple....

She lets go and my cock springs back...I don't waste a moment, I push it back down and in one go deep into her cleavage until it hits her chest. She sits up slightly using two pillows to angle her chest...This makes her tits swing almost naturally and I get the benefit of all of her gorgeous breasts....I come out of my daze to hear the girl on the 'phone say slowly but firmly, emphasising each word.....

"NOW.....FUCK........MY..........TITS........HOWARD"

My hand and cock were drenched....."Yes Emma, press them together around my cock, I'm going to fuck those gorgeous tits of yours so hard...Oh God yes....can you feel my balls rubbing up the inside of your chest? I'm giving it nice long strokes so my cock gets completely smothered and then almost completely comes out the top of your cleavage.."

"Yes baby, I can see....Wow, I can tell you just love fucking these big, beautiful tits of mine don't you...I'll push them together, you reach around and rub my clit babe.....You're really going for it, I've never had my tits fucked as hard as this before....Now I'm going to lick the end as it comes out the top Howard...think you can handle that baby?"

That was almost too much, the thought of fucking Emma's tits, whilst playing with her clit was enough...to have her greedily licking the end as well....this was going to be a massive orgasm.

Then I heard a loud gasp on the 'phone, an even louder, long deep moan and a whimper....then...."Jesus, I've just cum....I work from home and somethimes the guys get me horny enough to bring myself off....that's what just happened.."

...........What? And now it was MY turn?! That was it.....I squeezed my hand around my cock and decided that it was time to cum, right now.

"Ok baby, I'm going to cum, I can't hold back any longer....I want you to sit on the edge of the bed........push your tits up to your face, lick your nipples if you can.....then I'm going to stand in front of you and just empty every last drop of my hot, sticky, glue-like cum over your face and tits."

"OH HOWARD! Yes, cum on me, all over me, especially my tits baby..."

I led back, imagining the scene, Emma sat in front of me, pushing her tits up to her face, me in front of her, both hands on my cock, aiming it at her....getting ready......feeling that tightening of my balls....her looking up at me in anticipation......whispering encouragement...

I came, hard...............very hard in fact......

I was led on my back, cock pointing down my body......One hand massaging my balls, one wanking fast.....I felt the first spurt race up my shaft and saw it shoot out the end splattering all over my chest, I started to moan, knowing what was coming next.....the next couple of spurts where big long ones, both splashed messily into my face and hair, dripping down between my lips, I squeezed my balls and let go of my cock, my cock twitched like mad spraying my body and top of my thighs in thick, hot, sticky jism slowly dripping down back onto my balls, more and more shot out, giving me my own pearl necklace, coating my arms and stomach......all the time thinking of how Emma would look with this load on her face and tits dripping off onto her legs as she looked up at me amazed, her tits literally drenched in my cum....

I started to calm down, I looked down at my cock which was not spurting anymore but leaking alot of cum out down my shaft....I was plastered and felt so dirty...I ran my fingers through the sperm coating my chest, feeling it's sticky hot consistency, feeling the mess on my face drip into my mouth....................

"See you tomorrow.." said the voice on the 'phone...

Whatever could she mean?



Working Late Ch. 02



"So that's what this is all about? A fucking audition to be your slave?" She had a hard time choking those works out. This was totally unbelievable, she thought.

"I wish you wouldn't think of it that way, my sweet. I can tell you are looking for someone who can relieve you of the burden of control you bear in your ordinary life. You are looking for someone you can trust completely, who will care for your every desire and allow you the pleasure of having one focus and one focus only - serving him."

She mulled his words over. Yes, it was true. She was, she supposed, wanting someone else to take care of her, to place herself in another's hands, trusting that her needs would be met. But this wasn't exactly what she'd had in mind. Or was it? She was engaged, for pete's sake. This conversation shouldn't even be happening.

"I think you and Kim should spend some time talking, so you can ask her some of the questions I know are running through your mind. I'd like the two of you to go into the living room and sit by the fire. I'll prepare some drinks for you and leave you alone to talk. Jamie, dear, you will, of course, need to set aside your personal feelings for Kim in order for you to get the answers to your questions. I can assure you she feels no ill will toward you. On the contrary, she is pleased that you are here and truly wants you to willingly give yourself to me. Remember, my pleasure has been her only concern for the past two years, and she believes you will please me."

After a nod from Ian, Kim slid off the bed and walked into the living room. Jamie wasn't sure she wanted to follow.

"I know your desire for information outweighs your need to act independently, sweet one. Go on. She won't bite." He grinned, and she could hear him silently completing that last sentence with "unless you want her to." However, he was right. She DID want answers. She wanted to know what made Kim so obviously content with this lifestyle. She wanted to know what was expected of her, what she did that pleased him, and what didn't please him. She wanted to know if she was satisfied - in more ways than one.

She and Kim sat on the floor in front of the fire. Kim immediately indicated that they were not allowed to sit on the furniture unless invited to do so. Normally, she spent her time kneeling for Ian, but tonight was an exception. They would sit however was comfortable, although they would remain on the floor. Jamie drew the sheet tightly around her, feeling awkward and embarrassed for Kim's nakedness.

Ian brought them a pitcher of margaritas and two glasses and retired to the den, leaving them alone.

"If you'd like," Kim began, "I can tell you why gave myself to him. Why don't you pour for us while I explain how I ended up here."

She nodded. Yes, perhaps that would be a good place to start, she thought, as she reached for the pitcher. She was sure she'd need plenty of alcohol to get through this evening.

Kim had been raised in a strict home, although both her parents were absent much of the time. She found it hard to take care of herself, hard to make her own decisions, because someone had always made them for her. Ian offered her a place to live, freeing her from her parents' rules, and the knowledge that she would be completely cared for. In return, he expected complete submission. She existed solely to please and pleasure him. She also cared for the house, doing cleaning, laundry, and cooking, always to his specifications and always to please him, her Master. He would take her as he pleased, share her with whomever he wished, and deny her pleasure as he saw fit. While having to discipline her was not his biggest turn-on, it was necessary to ensure she understood when she had displeased him. She was happy, having nothing to worry about except pleasing and pleasuring her master. It was an offer she could not have refused. An hour and a pitcher of margaritas later, Kim was finished with her story.


"So why, then, is he giving you to someone else?" Jamie asked, her tongue feeling fuzzy.

"Because I need more training and more severe discipline than he can provide. It's an amicable separation."

Jamie was having a hard time comprehending all this. She wasn't sure if it was the alcohol or the utter strangeness of this conversation. But either way, she wasn't entirely sure she wanted to stick around to find out more.

"Jamie, why don't you tell me about what it is you're looking for."

Jamie was silent. She had no idea what she was looking for. She was attracted to Ian, had been since the day they met, but she had no idea that lifestyles like this existed outside of X-rated movies and books.

"Ok, I can tell you aren't sure how to answer that, and that's alright. Why don't you tell me about your past relationships, what you liked and what you didn't like. Maybe that will help you realize why his offer tempts you."

Jamie thought for a moment, then began to talk. She described always wanting the "bad boys", the ones who would treat her badly but provide her hot, steamy sex occasionally. She felt like a whore, most of the time, unable to get a boyfriend, but the first one her male acquaintances would call when they were horny and alone with no other prospects. She liked that feeling of being wanted, of being desired, but without the responsibility of a relationship. She also liked the rush she got from doing something forbidden. Most of her friends had no idea how many men she'd slept with, or who any of those men were.

In college, there had been many, many men. Most lasted one or two encounters. Sometimes, if they were very good in bed, she might allow three. But that was the limit. There was also a string of one-nighters, men she met at frat parties, friends of friends, strangers in bars. The less she knew about them, the better. They simply helped pass an otherwise empty weekend.

But there were some who were memorable, for their own unique reasons. There was Marco, the football star of their small liberal arts college, who was a genuine asshole, but had such an incredible body that she simply couldn't resist offering herself to him. Lance the Cop had been a risk she took one night at a frat party, letting him take her home with him to the room he had in his parents' basement. It had been the first time she had been able to express her desire to be taken from behind. He bent her over the bed, fondling her breasts as he pushed into her. 

Ian was a French Canadian. One of his parents was French, the other from the West Indies. He was a Casanova, and although not particularly handsome, there was something about him women found irresistible. She knew of at least two of her sorority sisters he had slept with, before they ended up on a mattress in a frat house basement after one very wild party. The next day was graduation, and although they had only finished their second year, he was leaving to go home to Quebec. He was only one of many "goodbye fucks" she had over the years.

Rob Photo was the boy from a neighboring state university who worked for the Party Pic company her sorority used. She ran into him numerous times before ending up at his apartment one winter evening. She liked him. He was one of the few who talked to her, about himself, about his dreams, about his life outside of the bedroom. And he seemed genuinely interested in her. He would call her sometimes, just to talk, which was nice. She had continued that relationship into June, before he moved back to Chicago after graduation.

There was Mitch, back home, an enemy-turned-friend when they both felt as though the whole world had deserted them. She would see him during the summer and on breaks. She would sneak out of the house after midnight, and he would pick her up and drive her to his apartment downtown, where they would share a beer, fuck, and then talk about life until it was time to get her back home before her mom woke up for work. But for them, the sex was separate from their friendship. He, too, was an ass, but she understood why. Everyone he had ever cared about had left him, dying, most of them. First his dad died, then two brothers, a classmate, and finally his mom. He protected his heart as though it were the world's most precious gem. She was the only one, as far as she knew, he had let past his carefully constructed barriers. He understood her need to have rough sex, to be taken as though she had no choice. But he refused to kiss her, a peculiarity she never did understand. Perhaps he, too, avoided a certain level of intimacy, even with her.

She talked at length about Jason, the one she thought she might marry someday. She had met him at a frat party at a state university an hour away. He had come late, from work, and joined the game of "I Never" she was playing with his friends. It soon became clear that the two of them were the most adventuresome ones at the table, and before long, they excused themselves to get some air. He kissed her against a tree in the backyard, gently but demanding her participation. They became lovers that night, in a borrowed apartment, and in the following months she spent weekends at the house he shared with his mother. Jason, she thought, was different. Over time, she knew she loved him. He was more than just a conquest, more than just a sometimes bedmate. Although he had yet to satisfy her, he tried. And he made her feel like the most beautiful woman in the world. But he couldn't quite let go of his ex-girlfriend, and eventually she had to tell him goodbye. She had given him her heart, and he hurt her, beyond forgiveness.

Ever since then, she had returned to her old ways, keeping her heart out of the bedroom, preferring semi-anonymous encounters with men she knew she would not see again. The strange thing was, as much as she enjoyed sex, and the pursuit leading up to the sex, she was never satisfied. None of them had tried to satisfy her. Few asked if she even came, and those who did, believed her when she lied. Jason was the only one who truly enjoyed the foreplay, even more than the sex sometimes, she thought. And it was with him that she felt at least some satisfaction, although it was more from the knowledge that she was pleasing him, rather than being pleased herself. But now, she was engaged to Steven, the one she rebounded with after Jason. He loved her, had moved across the country to be with her, and yet he had no idea that she didn't love him in return. She was engaged because she didn't know how to tell him no, didn't want to hurt him the way she had been hurt.

Without even realizing it, she began to cry. She felt so alone, she sobbed. She was so tired of feeling like nothing more than a cheap whore, so tired of giving herself to men and getting nothing in return. What was wrong with her, she wondered. What was it about her that made men want to sleep with her, but wouldn't make them date her? And why couldn't she get out of a relationship she didn't want to be in? But if she ended it, she'd never be able to face herself, knowing she had caused someone the kind of pain she so desperately tried to avoid.

There were soft hands stroking her hair, whispering to just let it all go, to cry it out, that it was ok, she wasn't alone. As her sobs began to slow, there were soft kisses on her eyelids, down her cheeks, and then soft lips found her mouth. She returned the kisses like one who was starved for affection, letting her mouth open to receive the tongue that wanted to explore.

Sshh... lie back and let me love you, she heard. Don't think, just feel, the voice urged her. She slid down, lying on her back. She was dimly aware of the sheet being opened, of hands massaging her breasts, of warm wet soft lips gently sucking her nipples. Her hands reached for the source of her pleasure, only to be pushed back to the floor above her head. She was wet, and soon warm fingers found their way inside her, thrusting first, then applying pressure to that secret spot inside that made her moan. Her clit was being rubbed, firmly and gently, while the thrusting continued. She began to writhe, feeling the tension building and the familiar heaviness inside that preceded her climax. The lips returned to her nipples, alternating between slowly circling them with the tongue, exhaling lightly to increase their erectness, and gently biting them while flicking the tongue over the tip. 

She lost all sense of time as the fingers brought her so close, then slowed for a few moments before building her back up again. She wanted to come so badly, yet she didn't want the pleasure to end.

The mouth on her nipples disappeared, and she was aware of someone kneeling over her face. She could smell a salty, muskiness that was strangely familiar.

"Do you want to come, Jamie?" Ian's voice was some distance away.

"Oh yes, please, yes," she moaned.

"Make her come, and then you will be rewarded with your own."

She hesitated for the briefest of seconds, then arched her head up to find the warm, wet flesh that was her ticket to release. She swirled her tongue around, quickly finding a large ridge, and she was rewarded with a moan. She spread her legs farther, hoping to entice Kim to find her clit again.

"Use your hands on her too, not just your mouth," Ian commanded. "The quicker she comes, the greater your reward."

Her hands found the girl's slick, tight opening, and she eased two fingers in, slightly twisting them as she slowly withdrew. She paused a second, then plunged them back in, eliciting a yelp from Kim. This was how she liked to be fucked, and she was pretty sure Kim was the same. The long, slow withdrawal, a pause, and a swift re-entry was the surest way to get her off. Her tongue continued to flick her clit, but she knew as Kim's orgasm approached, she would need a different kind of pressure to bring maximum relief. As Kim's cunt tightened around her fingers, she could feel more contractions deep inside that signaled the beginning of her orgasm. Jamie sucked Kim's clit into her mouth, holding it in place with her teeth, flicking it back and forth with her tongue. As she did so, she slid a third finger from her other hand into Kim's dripping hole.

Within minutes, she felt the strong contractions start. She withdrew the third finger and, as Kim began a high-pitched whine, she slid it quickly into her ass, wiggling her fingertip in the process.

That was enough to send Kim over the edge, and she began to shake, grinding her dripping cunt into Jamie's face. When her orgasm subsided, Jamie gave her clit a lingering lick and withdrew her fingers, and Kim rolled to the side.

"Good girl," Ian said. "That was well done, my dear."

Jamie was so aroused she couldn't speak. She had no idea that servicing a woman could be such a turn-on, but she was keenly aware of the emptiness of her own body and wanted desperately to find relief. As her eyes adjusted to the darkness, she was aware that Ian was sitting in his club chair, sipping Scotch as he watched them. She wondered how long he had been there.

"Kneel over her the way she just did to you," Ian commanded. "Open yourself to her tongue, Jamie. Kim, you will provide her with an orgasm she won't forget, or you will pay the consequences."

Kneeling over Kim's face, she closed her eyes and tried to imagine the tongue she felt was a man's, that the fingers rubbing her G-spot were those of her fiancé. She willed herself to imagine his face, but instead the image of Kim, lying on Ian's bed, filled her mind.

As Kim's fingers expertly aroused her again, she began to moan, thrusting her hips toward her mouth, wanting her to increase the pressure on her clit. She was getting so close. Her juices began to flow, and Kim lapped at her open cunt like a kitten. Kim thrust two fingers in and out of her sopping pussy, gently biting her clit as she sucked it.

All at once she felt the wave of pleasure she knew would take her to her climax. 

"Oh god that's it don't stop please don't stop oh god now I want to come now now please..." She was incapable of thinking. Her whole universe centered on her pussy, where the pleasure was so intense she almost couldn't stand it.

She leaned forward, her head near Kim's pubic mound, spreading her knees wide, wanting to give Kim total access to her flesh.

As she began to come, she felt hands on her hips and Kim's fingers left her pussy. They were replaced by the unmistakable hardness of a cock, which stretched her and filled her, pushing her over the edge. She let out a low, deep moan and let the waves of orgasm overtake her. She could feel him thrusting once, twice, three times before he pulled her firmly against him and shot jets of hot sperm inside her spasming pussy.

Some time later, after they had been lying quietly on the floor recovering from their respective orgasms, she looked over to find Ian studying her face.

"What is it?" she asked.

"You please me," he responded.

"I'm glad," she said.

"I am also surprised at your skills with Kim," he said. "I was not aware that you had had previous experience with pleasuring a woman."

"I don't," she whispered. "I just did what I knew I liked, and hoped it would work."

"Kim," he said as he turned to the silent form on his other side. "Did she please you?"

"Oh, yes, Master, very much so."

"I'm glad to hear that. I am also pleased with you, Kim. You may go wash up now. I'd like to talk with Jamie alone. You will wait for me in the bedroom."

Jamie lay still as Kim slipped out of the room, unsure of what would happen now.

"I must admit at first I was unhappy with your reticence earlier. However, after having had a chance to listen to your conversation with Kim, I better understand why. I am glad to see that you were able to let go and participate when Kim initiated lovemaking with you. I know that giving up that control must have been difficult for you. You did well. I am offering you the same arrangement Kim had, with a two month trial period. For two months, you will be here every evening from six until ten for training, at which time you will return home. We will continue our working relationship as though this arrangement does not exist, of course. By day we will be co-workers, but at night you exist only to please me. I will expect your total commitment and cooperation. No exceptions will be tolerated, and punishment for disobedience will be swift and memorable. If, after two months, I am still satisfied with your progress, you will move in with me, and will be my slave. I have also come to the conclusion that you will marry Steven as planned."

She was silent for a moment.

"May I speak?"

"Of course."

"This is a very big decision, and I don't like to make big decisions without my clothes on. May I have some time to think about it?"

"I'm prepared to give you until Monday to decide."

"And if I don't accept?"

"No hard feelings. Nothing at the office will change."

She gave this some thought before responding. This had been the most bizarre night of her life, and she knew this decision would be a life-changing one. She just wasn't entirely sure she could commit to surrendering to someone else entirely. On the other hand, it was becoming increasingly clear that he was capable of tuning into what excited her, anticipating her desires even before she did. But how could she do that to Steven? Hell, she already had.

"I'll think it over, and I'll let you know on Monday."

"If you decide the answer is yes, then be here at 6 to begin your training. If you don't show up, I'll know the answer is no."

"Fair enough."

"You'd better go now. I have unfinished business awaiting me in the bedroom."

Jamie gathered up her clothes and quickly dressed.

"Goodbye, Red. I'll see you Monday. Lock the door when you go."

"'Bye," she whispered, searching his face; for what, she wasn't sure.

He walked past her, down the short hall into the bedroom, and shut the door without looking back.




Working Late Ch. 02



She set the glasses and empty margarita pitcher in the sink before slipping on her shoes and letting herself out, making sure the door was locked.

"Goodbye," she whispered, as she drove away.



Working Late Ch. 03



Notes to the reader: 

I recommend you reach chapters 1 and 2 before this third chapter, or you'll be missing the motivations which led to the choices made by our protagonist, Jamie. If infidelity bothers you, please do us both a favor and stop reading now.

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He thrust into her, his weight pushing her face into the mattress. She stifled a groan as he penetrated her ass roughly, caring only about the pleasure he was taking from her, her body offered up to him as a gift. No, she thought, not a gift, but a right. She belonged to him, body and soul, and her body was his to do with as he wished. 

He didn't care whether or not she was wet, as long as he had enough lube on his cock to slide into her without any unnecessary resistance. And that had been solved with a hefty squirt of K-Y, the coldness of which had shocked her at first. Cold and slippery, like an eel, she thought. When he fucked her like this, bent over the bed, she could let her mind wander as her body opened to him. Her response was automatic already. She enjoyed it when he used her for his pleasure. It turned her on immensely to know that something so simple as the sight of her bent over could arouse him to the point that he had to take her -- right then, right there -- with no thought or consideration given to anything (or anyone) else.

The alarm jolted her awake. Jamie was surprised when she discovered that she had kicked the blankets off the bed and was face down in a pillow, crossways across the bed. "That was some dream you were having," she said to herself as she rolled over and slowly became aware of the dampness between her thighs and the feeling that she really needed an orgasm to start the day off right. But a glance at the clock as she slapped the alarm button revealed that she really didn't have time for that this morning. It was Monday, which meant the team meeting started at 8:00 sharp. No rolling in at 8:25 like she usually did. Anyone not in a chair in the conference room at 7:59 was subject to the Death Glare and grunt work gleefully handed out by the boss as punishment for tardiness.

It wasn't until she was in the shower that Jamie remembered what else today was. D-Day. Decision Day. Day of the Deadline. And she had still not made up her mind.

She had spent the weekend making lists of pros and cons, but the decision wasn't any clearer. The sticking point was really her marriage to Steven. She wasn't sure how she could spend every evening at Ian's, from 6-10p, without Steven knowing what was going on. She couldn't very well avoid him every night for who knows how long, could she? Or was this another test? Was she supposed to tell Steven what she was doing, and see how he reacted? She knew exactly how he'd react – he'd be furious. This would be cheating in his eyes – what she had already done and what she was proposing to do – and the wedding would be off. Of course, that would certainly simplify her dilemma of her evening whereabouts...

She began lathering her legs in preparation for shaving, and continued lathering from ankle to pussy. Normally she didn't shave that secret area between her legs, but for some reason she felt compelled to today. Just in case. If she decided to surrender herself, she wanted to be ready. Just like the "always wear clean underwear in case you're in an accident" reminder from her mother when she was growing up. You just never knew who might see you in your skivvies – or out of them, for that matter.

To complicate matters even more, Jamie was still reeling from her first lesbian encounter. It was as though her body had simply taken over for her mind. Her sense of reason and self-control had disappeared, and the resulting events hadn't been altogether unpleasant. She had never thought that she could experience such pleasure at the hands of a woman, nor would she have ever thought she could so willingly provide pleasure to another woman in that way. She was beginning to think that being bi wasn't such a difficult leap to make.

Her decision weighed heavily on her mind as she dressed. First she layered on scented lotion – gardenias – and followed it with a liberal dusting of gardenia-scented powder. On top of that went a few spritzes of gardenia perfume. Smelling sweet was important to her, regardless of the day. She gave careful thought to selecting an outfit that was somewhat out of character for her: a short black skirt, thigh high stockings held up by lace-covered elastic, and a semi-sheer floral blouse that wrapped and tied at the side of her waist. A pair of black 2" heels completed her ensemble, and she was pleased with the effect. The blouse had a nice V-neck that drew subtle attention to her cleavage, and the sheerness of the blouse hinted at the curves beneath. She knew in the back of her mind that she was dressing for Ian, although she wasn't entirely sure why. It wasn't as though she had made up her mind yet, right? Her deadline was 6p, which left her 11 hours to come to some sort of decision.

Jamie briefly considered putting her hair up, as was her usual practice for work, but decided to leave it down. She brushed it until it gleamed, and it flowed over her shoulders and down her back in a river of red. Her hair, she thought, was by far her best feature, and she had known for quite some time that Ian was partial to redheads, especially those with long hair. It was one of the reasons she had been wearing it up so much at work – she could perpetuate the illusion that it wasn't as long as it was, and somehow prevent any unwelcome attention it might bring from him. The events of the past few days, however, had shattered that illusion, and his attention wasn't all that unwelcome anymore. Part of her really wanted to draw his attention to her today and make him wonder whether or not she would accept his offer.

Jamie arrived at the office earlier than usual, and was pleased to see that Ian had not yet arrived. At least, his cube was empty and it wasn't like him to be early. She would see him soon enough. It was 7:46. If she timed it right, Jamie figured she would be able to sit directly across from him. That would enable her to make eye contact and engage in a little harmless flirting or footsie. On the other hand, she could sit next to him, which might allow for a casual brush of her leg against his, or a flirty pat on the arm, and he would be close enough to catch a whiff of her perfume or perhaps catch a glimpse of the swell of her breast in the V of her blouse. She stopped in the break room to get a cup of tea before heading around the corner to the conference room.

As she pushed open the door, Jamie's gaze immediately fell on Ian, already there, sitting at the end of the table. It was impossible to sit immediately next to him or directly across from him. This was something she hadn't counted on. He glanced up from the newspaper he was reading, gave her the once-over, and lowered his eyes again without so much as a hello. She immediately felt defensive. So much for careful planning and maintaining the upper hand, she thought.

She sat, casually she hoped, on the long side of the table to his left, leaving an empty chair between them, and pulled out her notepad and a pen. She wanted to look as busy and nonchalant as he, but she hadn't a thing to do, so she began making a list of errands she needed to run over the weekend. Yes, this was Monday, and the weekend was still 5 days away, but that was beside the point. She wanted to look busy and as casual as possible. There was no way that she wanted him to know how her heart was pounding and how she couldn't help but let her mind wander to the feel of his hands on her body and his lips on hers.

She paused her furious writing, ostensibly reading over what she had just written, but in all actuality she was studying his hands as they held the paper. He couldn't see her, which was a blessing, and she could tell it was the business section that separated them. It was funny how his hands could look so innocent, holding the paper here in the conference room, when she was well aware of the kind of blissful torture they were capable of in other settings. A blush rose to her cheeks as she recalled being face down over his lap in the conference room next door, his hand first slapping her exposed bottom and then masturbating her to orgasm, one finger up her ass as she came. 

Sex with Steven was, well, ordinary, and usually over in 15 minutes, 20 on special occasions. He would never dream of spanking her, much less touching her asshole. And watching her with another woman? Well, she knew that was the number one male fantasy, but she'd bet her retirement savings that if push came to shove, he'd never let it happen. As for her dream this morning, well, THAT would never be happening with Steven. The one time she had mentioned anal sex, you'd have thought she'd asked him to strip naked, smear himself with butter, and run through the streets of New York singing show tunes for all the disdain he showed.

"Good morning, everyone." Jamie looked up to see her boss set down a pile of what could only be the reports turned in last week. "I trust you all had a good weekend." Jamie stole a glance at Ian, who had a smirk on his face that showed blatantly what he was thinking about. He winked at her, and she blushed again, looking back down at her list.

"Jamie," Worthless was speaking to her now. "I see you were in this weekend, finishing your report."

"Yes," Jamie answered uneasily. "I was."

"Glad to see you were able to get it done, in spite of the problems you were having last week. I've only glanced at it, but it looks like good work."

Jamie heaved an inward sigh of relief. With Worthless, you never knew what she was thinking when she opened her mouth. It could just as easily have turned into a dressing down and a public humiliation. She just wasn't sure she could have dealt with that today on top of everything else. Her nerves were already on edge, and she felt like a tightly-coiled spring about to pop. The least little thing could set her off. Off where, she wasn't quite sure yet.

As the meeting progressed, Jamie found herself thinking less about Ian and her looming decision deadline and more about the work which lay ahead today. She had two meetings, was assigned a new project which would require extensive research prior to Wednesday's kickoff meeting, and there was the possibility of an off-site class next month.

Just as the meeting was drawing to a close, Worthless presented one more surprise. "By the way, I've decided that Ian and Jamie will put together the presentation for the vice president next week. It's going to mean some overtime, but I trust that won't be a problem." Jamie stared at her notepad, her stomach lurking somewhere near her toes. This was not good. Not good at all.  "Ian? Jamie? I'd like your verbal commitment to this presentation."

"No problem," Ian said, his eyes on Jamie. "We'll make it happen, won't we, Jamie?" 

She couldn't force herself to look at him, so she focused on corner of the table instead. "Of course we'll get it done," she said quietly. She longed to suggest that perhaps Leah or Eric might be better choices than her, but that could also hurt her chances at a promotion, and she needed to keep her options open. Not delivering on an assignment from Worthless was to sign your walking papers. Her ideas were treated like gems and executed to whatever extent she desired, and this would be no exception. She expected her team to make her look good. After all, that's what they were there for, wasn't it? 

Jamie longed to go work with Adam, her buddy over in Development. She'd heard he just got a new boss, Bethany McMillan, and things were getting quite interesting over there.

"Ian, Jamie, I'd like you two to meet this afternoon to discuss your ideas for the presentation and have an outline on my desk to review before you leave tonight. I don't have to tell you how much is riding on this, correct?" Jamie shook her head, not only answering her boss's question but also surrendering to the inevitable: hours alone with Ian. Could things get any worse??

But indeed they could. Thanks to a number of last-minute requests, one emergency, and a lack of available conference rooms, it was 4:30 before Jamie and Ian were able to sit down to begin brainstorming for the presentation, and nearly 9 before they were satisfied they had an outline Worthless would be willing to entertain. As Ian put the finishing touches on the outline and printed out a clean copy, Jamie closed her eyes and rolled her head around on her shoulders. She was so tired and her shoulders and neck were stiff with fatigue and stress. All she could think about was going home and soaking in a hot bath with a glass of merlot, jazz playing softly in the background, candles on the windowsill and in the corners of the tub by her feet... Hands on her shoulders brought her back to earth, back to the conference room, where Ian was standing behind her, rubbing the tension from her neck. A breathless sigh escaped her lips before she had a chance to think.

His voice was soft in her ear, "Imagine being naked on your knees, your mouth filled with my hard cock, my hands twisting your nipples." Jamie moaned and dropped her head back as he continued to whisper in her ear. "I cum, and you aren't careful and my cum starts to leak out of your mouth, and you know what that means, don't you." Jamie nodded. "You've been a bad slave, and now you must be punished. A good slave never wastes her Master's seed." She was amazed at the effect his words had on her. Jamie's eyes were closed, every nerve in her body was on edge, and her pussy was juicy with arousal. She could almost feel his hard cock in her mouth, lapping at it with her tongue, sucking it in deep, almost to the point of gagging.  She could imagine his hands on her nipples, pinching and pulling them and spurring her on. Her lips stretched wide around the base of his cock as it expanded and shot jets of hot, salty cum down her throat, the cum leaking out over her pink lips, in spite of her best efforts to keep it inside and not waste a single drop. She felt so ashamed at the thought that she had failed him, failed to swallow all of his gift to her, dreading yet welcoming the punishment that would follow.

"Jamie, tonight you will give yourself to me. Body, soul, mind...nothing will be held back. You are mine. Stop denying it and just give in to the pleasure your submission will bring."  Her mind floated away with the thought. Complete surrender. Total submission. Pleasure. Pain. It scared her immensely, but she had never experienced such a state of arousal from just a mere suggestion before. 

Ian slipped out of the room, but it didn't register with her. Her thoughts had turned to her fiancé, and what would become of their engagement if she did, indeed, give herself, body and soul, to Ian. Steven was a wonderful, kind, considerate, gentle man. He would be a good provider, he had a stable job with a blue chip company, and they wanted many of the same things out of life. But he didn't make her feel the way Ian did. He was, well...predictable, for lack of a better word. She could practically set her watch by his timing in bed. Three minutes of kissing, two minutes between her legs, getting her wet, followed by four minutes of her sucking him. Then he'd mount her, missionary style, and fuck her with steady strokes for eight minutes. If she hadn't cum by then, he'd roll her over on top and she'd play with her clit while she rode him, his hands on her hips directing her movements to maximize his pleasure. And as soon as he felt her begin to cum, he would thrust hard and fast, exploding just as she finished. From start to finish, seventeen minutes. Twenty, tops, if she was distracted and he had to roll her over on top. He fucked her on Friday, Saturday, and Wednesday nights unless she was on the rag, and if that was the case, he'd jack off to pictures he'd found on the internet. Was this what the rest of her life was destined to be like?

Her eyes flew open and she looked at her watch. It was 20 of 6. Her deadline was 6. Where was Ian? She quickly gathered her things and made a beeline for her desk. A note was taped to her computer monitor: 

J - Time is running out. You know where to find me when you've made up your mind.

She didn't bother powering down her terminal, just grabbed her purse and flew out the door, down the stairs, running to her car like she was being chased. Speed limit be damned, she thought, as she raced down the highway at 80, her thoughts focused on what waited for her at the end of her drive.





All the lights were off at his house, but she wasn't surprised that the kitchen door swung open silently. She knew he was here. And she knew he was expecting her. 

"Ian," she called softly. No answer.

She slipped her shoes off and shut the door behind her, pausing to allow her eyes to adjust to the darkness. In front of her was an open doorway with stairs leading to the basement.  This door had never been open before. She peeked around the corner, looking through the dark kitchen to the living room beyond. Empty. He must be in the basement, she decided.

"Ian," she called, slightly louder this time.

"Come downstairs." She could hear his voice but not see him. It reminded her of being on one of those silly trust walks. 

Jamie took a deep breath and slowly walked down the stairs, following the sound of his voice. As she reached the bottom, the door above her closed and locked with an ominous click.

+ + +

She smoothed her dress over her hips, smiling at her mother. Jamie couldn't remember being so nervous before. She turned around and faced herself in the mirror. Her ivory dress set off her fair skin perfectly. The empire-waist bodice was embellished with beaded lace trim, and the swirls of chiffon fell gracefully to the floor. She felt like the princess she had dreamt of being as a little girl, ready to be swept off by Prince Charming. 

"You look beautiful, honey," her mom said to her as she adjusted Jamie's skirt and arranged her veil. "I'm so happy for you."

"Thanks, Mom. I can't believe this is real."

"It is, baby. In about 15 minutes, you'll be walking down that aisle toward your future."

A knock at the door interrupted the moment. Jamie's mom stuck her head out to see who it was and returned with a small white box tied with white ribbon. 

"I'm supposed to give this to you."

"Who's it from?"

"I'm not sure. One of the ushers handed it to me. There seems to be a card, though. Maybe it's from Steven."

Jamie took the box from her mother, slid the card out from underneath the ribbon and read the message inside.

"Beloved,

Remember me as you say your vows. Remember who you really belong to. Wear this as a constant reminder during the ceremony."

She tried to he keep her face impassive, knowing her mother was watching her. "Mom? Can I have a few minutes alone?"

"Sure, honey. Are you ok?"

"Yeah, of course. I'm just a little nervous."

"Who's the gift from?"

"Just a friend. I'd like to be alone, if you don't mind. I just need a few minutes."

"Ok. Ella will come for you when it's time to go to the narthex. Don't forget the ring!"

"I have it. Thanks, Mom."

They exchanged kisses and Jamie's mom shut the door behind her, leaving Jamie alone with the white box.



* * *

This was it. The moment she'd been anticipating for so long. The ushers opened the door and she stepped through them, into the church. Her father took her arm and smiled, his eyes already wet with tears.

Jamie took a deep breath and walked beside her father down the long aisle. The first step wasn't so bad, but after that, each step was worse than the last. Her instructions at the rehearsal had been to take one step and bring her other foot up to meet the first before taking another step. This was supposed to allow people plenty of time to see the blushing bride.  But each step made her more and more acutely aware of the fat pink butt plug lodged firmly in her ass. It was hard not to walk funny when she felt like she was being split in two with each swing of her legs.




Working Late Ch. 03



His white box had been quite a surprise, and it wasn't until she opened it that she really understood his note. It was quite a feat to get the plug inserted while wearing her wedding gown with no help. She'd had to lube it with saliva and then kneel down and reach under her dress, her ass high in the air. He had never asked her to wear one before, nor had she ever worn one for anyone else. Frankly, it had never crossed her mind, so this was quite unexpected.

He was here, she knew. She wasn't entirely sure where he was sitting, but he was here. And as she said her vows, she knew they would both be thinking of the butt plug stretching her open and reminding her of what was to come. A bride always loses her virginity on her wedding night, right? And she had one virgin hole left to be deflowered. Except it wouldn't be her husband who'd be doing it. It would be Ian, at a time chosen by him, at a location chosen by him.

Today was a day of beginnings.

Jamie and her dad were nearing the end of the aisle now, and she was acutely aware of the wetness leaking out of her pussy. It was strange, how much this was turning her on. She knew her cheeks were flushed and she was breathing a little faster than normal. Anyone who looked at her would chalk it up to being a bride and the nervous excitement that went along with it. Anyone but Ian. 

"Who gives this woman to be married?"

"Her mother and I do." Her dad's voice was wrapped in emotion. This was such a big moment for him, giving away his only daughter at her wedding. She turned toward him and he lifted her veil before giving her a kiss on the cheek. "I love you, baby. You are the most beautiful woman in the world today, and I wish you all the happiness in the world," he whispered in her ear.

As her dad stepped back and she turned toward Steven, she saw him, sitting just behind Steven's family. He gave her a long, slow smile that made her inner muscles quiver in response. She was blown away by how powerful her physical reaction was to him.

+ + + 

"And now, it's time for their first dance. Ladies and gentlemen, please help me welcome Steven and Jamie!" She could hear the applause start, and then peter out as no one walked out onto the dance floor.

She couldn't move. She was bent over the arm of a sofa in the women's bathroom, her wedding dress up around her waist, panties down around her ankles. He was just about to slide his cock into her virgin asshole. She felt sore from the butt plug he had just removed, her asshole stretched and feeling empty in the cool air.

"Rub your clit, bitch," Ian whispered in her ear as he pinched her nipples, her bodice pulled down to expose her breasts. "I want you good and turned on when I take your tight little asshole."

She worked a hand underneath her dress and parted her lips, her clit already swelling with anticipation.

SMACK! "OW!" She cried out. "What was that for?"

"I know how much you enjoy it. Consider it my wedding present."

"You know, most people give cards."

"Hallmark doesn't leave handprints on your ass."

He spread her cheeks and dripped cold lube on her puckered hole, making her squeal.

"From now on, the only thing I want to hear is how much you like it. You can start by begging me to fuck your asshole."

Jamie took a deep breath. This wasn't going to be easy, because she was dreading it. She was very turned on, but at the same time scared to death. The butt plug had made her sore enough, and his cock was much bigger.

"Don't make me wait, Jamie."

Furiously rubbing her clit, she whispered, "Please, Ian. Please. Fuck my asshole. I need you inside me. I know you're going to enjoy that virgin hole."

She felt the push of his cockhead against her asshole, and she had to force herself to push against it, to open for him.

"Yes please. That's it, Ian. Push it in my asshole. Take me, make me yours."

She felt herself stretch open to accommodate the head of his cock, and her asshole began to burn. She rubbed her clit harder, trying to distract herself from the pain of his entrance.

"Oh, god, Ian....yes.....mmmmm....you feel so good...."

He pushed himself inside her the rest of the way in one firm thrust, and she grunted at the suddenness of his entrance, tears squeezing out from the corners of her eyes. She felt as though she was being split in two, but his fingers were pinching her nipples and sending little tremors directly to her cunt. Jamie forced herself to relax against the intrusion of his hardness inside her dark softness, thankful for the copious amounts of lube he had used before entering her.

"Make yourself cum," he ordered her, each word punctuated by a firm thrust. She frigged her clit faster, knowing that he wouldn't give her much time, or another chance.

One...two...three...four....five thrusts, and she felt him swell, and then her body surrendered and she came, all her muscles contracting as he shot his load in her rectum.

He pulled out, and his cum began to run out as she started to stand up. He swiftly reinserted the butt plug into her squishy asshole. "Hold it there." She contracted her muscles around it, well aware that she would be going back to her wedding reception with an ass full of his cum.

"Put yourself back together. I'll go out there and stall them. I'll tell them you lost a contact or something."

She nodded, unable to turn and face him as she tucked her sore breasts back into her dress and pulled her panties up over her bottom.

"We're not finished, Jamie. I'll need you to suck me off before I go home."

"Alright," she whispered. And a moment later, she heard the door open and close, and she was alone. Her marriage was certainly off to an interesting start.

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