7 comments/ 72108 views/ 10 favorites Linda and John By: nikki_2021 John had always been careful as a boss to avoid the complications that went with office relationships. If you added the sort of trouble that sexual harassment can get you into to all the "how about you give me a pay rise" and "she's only got the job because he's fucking her," issues and its just wasn't worth it. Most of the time it wasn't an issue because the people that applied for jobs weren't attractive enough that he'd risk all the ugly consequences anyway. And he was fine with that, because employment isn't about how good you look, but whether you are capable of doing the job. This wouldn't preclude him from choosing the better looking one if they both proved equally capable of filling the job. He was a bloke, not a saint after all and he saw nothing wrong with improving office aesthetics. That all changed the day that Linda walked through his door. She was tall, thin, blonde and had the sort of smile that lit up the room. As soon as he saw her he thought, "If she's any good, I'm in trouble." He made sure that he wasn't the only one on the interview and evaluation panel and was thankful for that as if she was successful he might avoid the, "we know why you hired her," type comments (though he'd probably still get them knowing the people that already worked around him). As the evaluation team went through the process, he kept making sure that he was evaluating her on her answers and skills, not looks, to the point that he wondered whether he was starting to be unduly harsh. When all was done and dusted, Linda was easily the most qualified and suitable applicant. She got the job. At first he was probably overly stand-offish towards Linda, conscious of being polite, but also of not showing any favouritism. It got to the point that their receptionist asked him if he didn't like Linda because he didn't seem to be as friendly as he was with all the other staff. He needed to relax and set about doing just that. It wasn't long until Linda was just another member of the team. Of course, it went a bit further than that. One day he went so far as to position himself favourably around the table because the blouse she was wearing was gaping slightly between the buttons, giving a tantalising glimpse of her black bra. He always looked forward to any meeting that Linda would be involved in. When he found that Linda liked to eat her lunch outside in the sun, he stopped eating at his desk and took a break for a change. He didn't do it every day and was careful to do things like be there half way through her lunch break rather than the start. Some days he even got out there first and left before she did. It was all so secret agent of him! The two of them got along really well and John loved the times that he spent with Linda over lunch. He would have loved to have asked her out, but was too conscious of his position and what a relationship would entail with regards to work. Things got more difficult for John the day that he bumped into Linda out and about town ... on her bicycle. She was dressed in black lycra riding pants and a tight cycling top. "John!" she called out to him as he was about to enter a shop. She was walking her bike down the footpath at that point. He couldn't help but take in the perfection of her figure. The lycra clung to her intimately and her nipples stood out against the fabric of her top, teasing him. Not to mention that the pants were so tight that her pubic mound was also prevalent. It turned out that Linda had a flat tyre and was walking to try and find a shop with a repair kit (she'd finished hers the week before and forgotten to replace it) or a phone so she could call someone to take her home. "I can give you a ride if you like," John said, his tongue suddenly starting to feel like it had swollen to ten times its normal size as he realised what he was doing ... inviting Linda into his car. She accepted and after John grabbed what he needed from the shop, they went to his car. The bike fitted in the boot (once the wheels had been removed) and John drove Linda home. Linda thanked him for the ride and then to his surprise, leaned over and kissed him on the cheek! He recovered his composure eventually and helped her remove the bike from the boot. Then John watched as she walked the bike up towards the house, her butt mesmerising him as it swayed with her motion. That sight alone fuelled his fantasies for months! But other than in a fantasy sense, he thought no more of the day. Then Christmas came around and it was time for the office Christmas party. As always, John was highly conscious of behaving at these events and setting the right example. There was always plenty of carry-on and he was always relieved when another year's party passed without significant incident. As the night wore on, John relaxed and had couple of quiet drinks. He spent some time chatting to Linda, wishing the whole time that he could break out of the work relationship. But he also ensured he spent time with all the other staff, chatting and thanking people for their year's efforts. John kept an eye on the rest of the guys, as a number of the younger ones, with a bit of drink under their belts finally found some nerve to try and take things further than a bit of flirting with Linda. She handled it well and none of the boys pressed themselves to the point of being a nuisance. John was just starting to think that things were fine as the last of the people were leaving the party. He was saying goodnight to Linda, who had had quite a bit to drink herself when the last group of young guys were leaving. "Let's hit a strip club!" one of them suggested with a slight slur and stagger, too loud due to the alcohol. John cringed, wondering what Linda's reaction might be. There was an enthusiastic chorus from the others and then a series of 'oops' like remarks when they realised that Linda and John were standing there. There were a couple of half-hearted and drunken attempts to explain it away, but Linda just laughed at them. "Can I come?" she said, stunning both John and her co-workers. "Hell yes!" was the enthusiastic response. "What about you John, are you coming?" Linda said, turning to him. "Wha? Er I don't know ..." he said. Strip clubs really weren't his scene. "Oh come one it will be a laugh," Linda said, stumbling slightly and grabbing John's arm for balance. He was conscious of her proximity and started to think about the trouble that could result from this lot taking Linda to a strip club, particularly with all the alcohol that had been consumed. "Oh what the hell, why not." "Alright Johnny Boy!" one of the guys said loudly, only to slink quietly out the door at the look that call brought out on John's face. A couple of taxi's pulled up at a local strip club and the group piled out and up the stairs, taking up seats around the 'catwalk' and ordering drinks. John found himself sitting next to Linda, but placed himself furthest from the action. They guys then started to get into the action, sticking bills in the girl's g-strings, encouraging them and leering with intent. They seemed to take turns working on Linda, asking her if she liked what she saw, asking if she'd ever stripped for anyone, or kissed a girl? Linda took it all with good intent and being drunk herself surprised (or maybe that was excited) them with a couple of her answers. Linda turned to John who wasn't getting into it a whole lot, "What's up John, not having any fun?" "Oh its fine, its just I always find with these places that I feel like I'm stuck in silicon valley." A girl walked past us just at that moment with obviously enhanced breasts and he glanced at them pointedly. Linda followed his glance and laughed as she clicked with what he meant. "Not a fan of boob jobs?" "God no. I can't understand why a woman would put herself through that," he said. "She might not like having small boobs though," Linda replied. "Well, I think, for one, that a small breast has just as much allure as a big breast. And given the horrible shape that some of the fake ones end up, I think they should all be left alone to be enjoyed as nature intended. "Well that's a refreshing attitude," Linda answered. "I thought about having mine done once, but decided that it was just because the guy I was seeing at the time was a fuckwit." "God, that would have been a crime, yours are the perfect size!" John said before realising exactly what had come out of his mouth. "I mean, I don't go looking all the time or anything, but with what you wear at work sometimes, its just obvious ... oh shit there's nothing good I can say now," he added, a blush flooding his face. Linda giggled, "Don't worry about it, I know what those tops do," she said and winked. "You know want we need?" she asked the group at large, turning to them. The guys stopped their gawking long enough to pay attention. "Shooters!" "Hooters? Hell yeah! There they are too!" one drunk said, laughing. "Noooooo, Shooters!" Linda insisted, calling a waitress over and ordering a round of cowboys. While this carried on, John wondered exactly what she had meant by 'I know what those tops do', remembering a day when she'd leant over his desk and her top and dropped open enough for him to see her full bra-encased breast. It was a day he'd not forgotten. "Come on John bottoms up!" Linda said, passing him a shooter as they arrived. Several rounds later and John was well on the way to catching up with the intoxication rate. "Hey Linda, want a lap dance?" one of the guys asked, laughing. "Only if you're paying!" she replied. Suddenly the guys were scrambling their cash together. "Any one in particular take your fancy?" the guy asked as they sorted out the money. Linda looked around and just shrugged. "You choose." Another hurried conversation ensued as the guys tried to guess what she might like. In the end they decided that they'd just get someone that they'd enjoy, resulting in a large breasted girl who had previously revealed that she had a shaved pussy being selected. The guys crowded around as the girl began giving Linda her lap dance. At first Linda drunkenly played along, but when the girl removed her top and exposed her breasts, started to ruin the guys' fantasies. She started to ask the girl what size her breasts had been before the enhancement and whether it had hurt and all sorts of technical questions that they guys really didn't want to know about. Linda turned at one point and winked at John as the guys groaned at another question. John laughed raucously as he realised that the whole thing was deliberate. She didn't even seem to take any notice when the girl turned around and slid her thong aside to reveal her shaven pussy (though the guys were clambering behind her to get a look). But she rewarded them in the end. "Can I feel them?" she asked the stripper, who had made it clear at the start that there was to be no touching. "I've never felt an enhanced breast." "Sure, I don't mind you doing it. Just not those drunks," she said conspiratorially (though loud enough for 'those drunks' to hear." Linda reached up her hands and took the other girls breasts in her hands and squeezed and played with them for a while. They guys were all but creaming themselves. John had to admit that as unattractive as he found the girl's breasts, the sight of Linda sitting there in her frock with another girl's tits in her hand was mind-blowing. "Thanks," Linda said to the girl, giving her a tip as she put her thong and top back on. "No problem sweetie," the girl replied before leaving. An hour or so later, having had enough, everyone decided to go home. John went with Linda to the taxi-rank, worried about how drunk she was and wanting to ensure that she got home safely. As they waited, Linda leaned on him, resting her head on his shoulder. John just tried to keep her awake enough to get in a cab. When they reached the front of the line, Linda checked her purse. "Oh crap, I don't have any money left!' she said, giggling. "Do you live near me John?" "No I don't and I only have enough money for one cab," John said. His mind was spinning. He could of course just use a credit card, but there was that part of him that didn't want to lose this moment. The feel of her body against him as she'd leant on him had done more for him than all the strip acts combined had. "Aww crap," Linda said. "You could always stay at my place. I could drive you home tomorrow?" John said, trying to keep his voice steady "Perfect!" Linda said, grinning drunkenly at him. John was surprised at how readily she'd agreed. "God I'm pissed," Linda said to him, moving over to sit next to him in the back of the cab, her hands all over him as she settled herself. John thought it odd that she sat in the middle seat and not on the other side of the car, but the press of her body was more than enough to stop him from saying anything. Again Linda's head rested on his shoulder and when they reached his house, he thought she was asleep, but her head snapped up just as he was thinking he'd have to nudge her. "Nice place," she said, staring out the window whilst he paid for the cab. "Thanks." They hopped out of the cab and John led Linda to the front door. As they stood on the porch, Linda pulled off her shoes and dangled them from one hand. Linda followed John into the house as he turned on lights in the kitchen. "Got a night cap?" Linda asked as John went to get a drink of water. "Serious? You want more alcohol?" "Oh yeah," Linda said, laughing. "It's not everyday you get to drink the boss' booze." John laughed and asked what she'd have. "Got any of those sweet girlie drinks?" "I think someone left some here, let me check. He went to the bar fridge and pulled out a red pop-like drink. "This do?" "Perfect!" she said, taking it from him after he removed the cap. "Now all I need is something to sleep in ... I'm not going to do it in my frock." "T-shirt do you?" "Yep, that would be great." "Hang on a sec." John went to his bedroom and fetched a t-shirt before bringing it back to Linda, thinking to himself, "I may never wash this one!" John thought he should at least drink with the girl and so poured himself a scotch. He nearly dropped it when Linda reached behind herself and pulled the zip of her dress down. Then she simply dropped it to the floor and was standing before him in a black push-up satin bra, matching thong and lots and lots of skin. His cock rose in appreciation. John was too drunk for subtlety and simply stared at the perfect vision before him. Then Linda pulled the t-shirt over her head. As she fumbled about removing her bra, her eyes met his and she laughed. "Sorry about that, I didn't think. Hope you don't mind?" "Um, no, of course not," John mumbled. Linda jumped up to sit on the kitchen counter, her legs parted slightly and John took a gulp of scotch. He so wanted to move so that he could peek between her legs and see her thong, but he was on the wrong angle being at ninety degrees to her. "Um can you show me where the bathroom is? I need to pee," Linda said, jumping down again. As she landed, she stumbled and John reached out and helped her maintain her balance. "Thanks," she grinned. "Not quite as coordinated as normal at the moment." John watched her walk away, his t-shirt reaching down to cover her bum. "I should have found an old smaller one," he thought, wishing he could see the treasure that the t-shirt concealed. A few moments later he heard an outcry from the toilet, "Oh fucking hell!" "Are you ok Linda?" he asked, rushing towards the bathroom and afraid that she'd slipped and hurt herself given how drunk she was. "Um yeah, hang on." He waited a couple of minutes and then heard the toilet flush. "Fuck, this is so embarrassing," he heard from within the toilet. "Do you happen to have a pair of boxers I can borrow?" "Sure, should I ask why?" "Um not yet," she laughed. John again went to his bedroom and this time returned with a pair of clean boxers. Linda was standing at the sink, the door now open and was washing something. She grinned sheepishly at him and then showed him that it was her thong. "God I can't believe I'm even telling you this. I was in such a rush when I got here and so pissed that I sat down and started to pee and THEN realised that I hadn't taken this off." "Oh dear. "Oh dear? God is that all you've got to say. Go to town man, take the piss out of me, please?" "Well there's not a lot of point, is there?" I said, handing her the boxers. "Why not?" "Well you just got rid of it all didn't you?" "If that's the best that you've got, then please stop!" she laughed. John watched as she held the boxers before her and stepped into them. As she pulled them up the t-shirt rose as well. He got the briefest glimpse of skin, but not enough to see any detail. "I think its time to show me where I'm sleeping before I embarrass myself further," Linda said. "Do you want my bed, which is queen size, or the spare, which is a single?" John asked her. "Oh I'll be fine with the single, I don't think I'll remember anyway until I wake up!" John showed her the room and fetched some water for her, advising her to drink as much as she could before heading off to his room. He stripped down to his boxers and climbed into bed. John was awakened by someone entering his room. "I've been wondering something ..." Linda said as he turned to face her. She was silhouetted against the light that she'd left on in the hall. John's cock stirred as her figure was visible through the t-shirt. "If only she'd turn side on, he thought," before saying, "um what?" "Do you really think my tits are the perfect size?" "Wha?" "At the strip club, you said you thought my tits were the perfect size and I was wondering whether it was a line or true?" "No, its true, well from what I've seen, anyway, which is of course, nothing more than what you present at work." Linda grabbed the bottom of the t-shirt and pulled it up over her head, shaking her long blonde hair free of the clothing. John just stared at her breasts. They were indeed perfect. They sat on her chest beautifully, virtually no sign of sagging, the nipples small and erect. "b cups" John thought to himself. "Maybe even c." Audibly, he said, "Um Linda, what are you doing?" "I'm horny," she said and John was stunned to see her pull the boxers from her body, dragging them down her long slim legs. "No Linda," John said clearly and firmly. "What?" "I can't let you get into my bed." "Why the fuck not? Don't you want me?" "Because I'm your boss and you're pissed as fuck, regardless of whether I want you or not, please, go back to bed." Linda scooped up the t-shirt and boxers and walked from my room, clearly not happy, but also naked. John watched her arse as it left the room and wondered just how much he'd regret telling her to leave. Probably a lot and probably for the rest of his life he decided. John awoke later that the next morning, hung over. He clambered out of bed and headed for the kitchen in search of coffee. When he reached the kitchen though, he decided that water was a much more necessary commodity and that coffee would have to wait. He'd been up and reading the paper for about an hour before he heard stirrings from further within the house. He wondered what state Linda was likely to be in after all that she had consumed the night before. He heard the toilet before he saw her and waited for her to emerge. "Hey," Linda said sleepily as she found her way into the kitchen a few minutes later. John couldn't help but notice that she'd come out still wearing his boxers and t-shirt and that her nipples were thrusting out in an apparent attempt to pierce the fabric of the shirt. Linda and John "Couple seek bi guy into extreme coprophiliac activities. Must be bi, versatile and enjoy other fetishes also. Please reply with full details, contact number and picture of yourself naked and dressed" I saw the ad on the internet and replied to it. The next night I was dressed up in some really dirty lingerie and stroking my cock while watching a porn DVD. The phone rang "Hi, is that Peter?" A female voice asked. "Yes" "It's Linda here. You replied to our ad." "How are you?" "Fine thanks." "Good. We had quite a few replies to our ad, but you interest us as you and my husband both like cross-dressing. So we'd like to invite you over to our place after work tomorrow. Are you free?" "Yes". They gave me the address and time. When I arrived there Linda opened the door in a very short denim skirt that really showed off her well shaped legs and tight white singlet that accentuated her breasts. There was a heavy smell of deodorant around her. She let me in and I was introduced to John dressed in white panties, bra, stockings and suspenders. His cock making a tent in the front of the panties which I could see was covered in cum stains. Linda led us into a room which she explained is the "wet room" The room was covered in plastic sheeting over mats with lots of bondage equipment, toilet seats, high chairs with funnels and other things I did not recognize. There was a bar in the corner. Linda did not waste any time. "Strip!" She ordered. I removed all my clothing until I was naked. I was also rock hard "Lie down, Peter!" Linda said. They then tied me spread-eagled onto the floor. John brought a bowl over beside me. "In here are my panties and various other pieces of lingerie that have been soaking in shit for a couple of days." She reached into the bowl and withdrew a pair of panties and placed it over my mouth and nose like a nosebag so that I had no option but to inhale and feel the heady shitty smells of her worn panties. Linda then got a second pair and wrapped them around my cock tightly. I was feeling so horny from the smell, the feel and the kinkiness of the moment. I watched as John lowered his panties and crouched over my body so that I could see his sphincter open up and push out a piece of shit which started to grow as it exited his anus. I was mesmerized as its size grew into a log of about 6 inches until it dropped and fell onto my chest. He got off of me. Linda removed the panties from my cock and started to smear the shit over my chest and around my genitals. "Oh Shit! I need a fuck." I screamed. Linda laughed. John climbed back on top and crouched over my mouth this time. I opened up and John pushed out another piece that dropped straight into it A small piece so that I could easily chew on it. He moved down my body and pushed out a third piece that dropped onto my throbbing erection. Linda massaged the shit into my cock gently so that I guess I would not cum prematurely. I watched helplessly as John went down on me taking my whole length into his mouth licking the underside of my cock as he slid up and down. It didn't take me long until I shot my load straight into his mouth. "Did you enjoy that, Peter? Linda asked "Oh yes. That was one of the best cums I've ever had." "Good. We needed to be sure that you really were bi and you've passed. Now we can get into some hetero activities. She took my cock and pointed it at her mouth. "While you are still limp I want you to piss into my mouth!" Linda ordered. I did as bade and started to urinate into her willing, awaiting open mouth just at the speed that she could swallow my yellow liquid without letting a drop drip out. Suddenly, she put up a hand indicating for me to stop which I did. She moved up my body until her mouth was over mine and made a signal to open my mouth. As soon as it was open she proceeded to let a mouthful of piss flow into my mouth which I swallowed. She hopped off of me and took her top off to reveal a white bra that was stained brown. She removed the bra as well to reveal her breasts smeared in shit. She placed one breast in my mouth. "You like to breast feed?" she asked, mischievously. Without further ado I sucked on those luscious tits in turn as they were presented to me, biting her nipples in turn and sucking on the orbs as though I was a 6 month old baby until they were clean. She stood up, removed her skirt. She was naked beneath. She untied me and lay down beside me. "Shit on me!" She ordered. I didn't need to be asked twice. I straddled her chest, crouched over the valley between her breasts and forced out a solid log that landed there. Linda smeared the shit into her own body. My next piece landed over her face which I sat on and smeared that in myself. The third piece I placed again between her boobs. I lay down on top of her, sliding my cock between her breasts. She looked up at me with her shitty face and smiled, making a tube of her tits, enveloping my engorged cock and slid her boobs along my shaft at first slowly then a little faster. Linda seemed to know just the right pace to pleasure me and soon had me shooting my load over her shit covered face. "John wants to fuck you as you've made him horny and your arse should be quite loose and well lubricated with the shit." I looked over at him and he was rock hard and stroking himself. I climbed off of her and went to a wall where there was a horizontal bar and bent myself in such a position that John could have his way with me. He didn't waste any time. He stood behind me and with one thrust was inside me. Linda was right. My anus was very relaxed. In and out he pumped me until soon he shot his load inside me. "That was hot!" Linda said, taking me by the arm and leading me back to the floor. "I'm going to lick your arse clean." She lay down and I straddled her in a 69 position, giving her easy access to my anus. I soon felt her tongue explore insides of my dirty, filthy hole. What a kinky chick she is. After about 10 minutes of her tongue fucking I reckon I was clean. "Now it's my turn! Lie down!" Linda ordered. She brought a stool over it a hole in the base of it and put it over my face "It's dinner time!" She said as she sat on it. I could see right up into her hole and watch a piece of shit exit from her, growing bigger as more came out and slowly drop into my awaiting open mouth. I started to bite on the beginning of it and chew it before swallowing it. I bit more and more of it as more presented itself to my mouth and soon the log was all eaten up. She got up and removed the stool and straddled my chest and dropped another piece, then a third piece over my genitals. She began to massage the shit into my body with latex gloved hands, paying particular attention to my cock and balls where she massaged them for several minutes until I became rock hard again. Then she sat straight down on me. My cock, going straight up into her pussy, riding me up and down, using me for her own sexual pleasures until she had orgasmed twice before I came inside her. "Did you enjoy our session?" She asked. "Oh yes," I replied. "Come on Sunday. We're having a bit of a party. I am sure you will enjoy it. Linda and John "Hey yourself. World treating you alright this morning?" John asked, "Not entirely, actually, more like its own little chew toy." Linda said, her voice hoarse and strained after the efforts of the night before. "Well you certainly went at it pretty hard." "Apparently so." "Coffee? Or water perhaps?" John asked, moving to get Linda a drink. "Water I think," she said, smiling. "Um tell me, did we really go to a strip club last night? My memory seems to be a bit fragmented and foggy." "Well yes, we did actually." "Oh, I wasn't sure if I was remembering it or whether I'd dreamed it." "No you were definitely there." " I didn't embarrass myself did I?" "No, I think you disappointed the guys mostly." "Oh," she said looking sheepish. "Not in a bad way though," John said. He explained about how she'd accepted a lap dance and then done little more than quiz the girl about her implants. "Oh good lord, that IS embarrassing!" "No, believe me, if you'd been drooling, it would have been much worse for you at work. They guys would have then drooled over you even more than they already do." Linda moved to refill the glass of water from the fridge, spilling ice cubes in the glass first. "So um, that just leaves me with one somewhat delicate issue," she said, eyes cast downwards. "Why am I wearing boxers? And are they yours?" John laughed, though quickly stopped when he saw just how concerned Linda actually was. "Sorry," he said. "This might be a bit embarrassing for you .." "Oh God, did we ..." "No no," John quickly reassured her. "No, you borrowed the t-shirt so you didn't have to sleep in your frock and the boxers came about because, well ... um ... basically you went to the toilet and forgot to remove your underwear. You pissed in them." "Oh fuck, I didn't!" "'fraid so," John said, inwardly pissing himself laughing at the poor girl's plight, but outwardly endeavouring to show due concern. "Oh my god, I think that's got to be a very poor first for me," Linda said, not meeting John's eyes. "It's ok," John said, reassuringly, "I've done some pretty bad things myself under the influence of alcohol. John and Linda had breakfast, John continually fighting to keep from barring up as Linda moved about in his boxers and t-shirt. Her nipples certainly didn't seem to have any intention of hiding themselves and that of course left him with last night's memory of Linda standing before him with those perfectly beautiful orbs free of constraint and her asking him for sex. "Do you mind if I take a shower?" Linda asked after she'd finished her breakfast. "Not at all, I'll get you a towel." John fetched clean towel for her and let her know where she'd hung her thong the night before. Linda gathered her things and disappeared into the bathroom. John tried not to think about her naked body under the streaming water as she rubbed her soapy hands over it. Eventually he heard the shower stop and then waited for Linda to appear. She walked out wearing the frock she'd had on the night before, with the towel wrapped around her head, holding her long blonde hair within. "Give me time to have a shower myself and I'll drop you back home," John offered after pouring Linda a coffee. "Thanks John, that would be fab," she said. "And thanks for being so cool about this. I don't know how many bosses would be. And its just great that I know that I don't have to worry about you telling everyone. You're a champion!" John blushed and waved off her praise, heading for the bathroom. As John stood under the stream of water, his hand gently fondling his hard cock, his mind wandered back to the vision of the previous night. He knew that he'd done the right thing in turning Linda down, but that didn't mean that it wasn't going to haunt him. And he knew he wouldn't be able to think of anything else when he saw Linda at work, either. He nearly jumped out of his skin when the door to the bath room opened. He turned quickly, aware that his cock was rock hard and thankful that the hot water had steamed up the screen and that he'd be nothing more than a blurry outline, as Linda was to him, whom he assumed was the one that had entered. He doubted it was some random stranger that she'd led in. "Linda?" he asked curiously. "John, I have one very clear memory from last night. It's a bit funny because I know there's a lot of pieces missing, but I very clearly remember walking into your bedroom, pulling my top off and telling you that I was horny. And you turned me down." "Yes Linda, you were too drunk and flattered as I was, between that and being your boss, I thought it was the right thing to do." "I appreciate that John, but I wanted to let you know that my desire last night had nothing to do with drunkenness. The drunkenness just gave me the courage to do something I've wanted to do for a long time." John couldn't believe what he was hearing. What really stunned him though was the fact that as she finished talking, Linda drew the door of the shower open. John turned quickly away from her to hide his erection, but couldn't tear his gaze away when he realised that Linda was completely naked. "Linda, I ..." he started, but stopped as she quickly stepped into the shower, closed on him and thrust her lips against his. There was a tiny tiny part of John that was screaming out that his was wrong, that he shouldn't do this, that he was her boss. But it was nothing to the desire that was coursing through every vein in his body, especially those in his cock. He gave in to it. His lips parted and Linda's tongue slipped between them to seek out his own and twirl around the tip of it. He felt her breasts crushed against his chest as she turned him towards her, slipping her arms around his waist. His cock was trapped sideways as he turned, but Linda moved slightly allowing it to spring between them where it was then trapped against her belly. "I can tell you want me," Linda said, grinning as she broke for a breath and took his cock in her hand. "Linda I've wanted you since the moment that you walked into that interview, but there was no way I was ever going to risk a sexual harassment suit just to explore the possibility." "Well there's no chance of me slapping one of them on you," she replied. Then she kissed him again and he allowed his hands to start sliding over her body, caressing her smooth skin, exploring her curves. She allowed him to slip a hand between them and fondle her breast. He marvelled at its smooth shape and firm feel. Her pointed nipple pressed against his hand and his cock twitched within Linda's grasp. "I'm not actually a big fan of sex in the shower," Linda said, 'How about we get out of here so that we can do this properly?" "You know Linda, I can't say I ever would have predicted that you'd be this forward. I am amazed ... and very lucky!" "Well then come and fuck me." As they towelled dry, John took every opportunity presented to him to perve on Linda's body. She was flawless. Her buttocks looked tight enough to bounce a 10 cent piece off, the curve of her hip was simply alluring and from what he could make out, she had only a tiny strip of pubic hair leading to the top of her pussy. When Linda dropped her towel on the floor, walked out of the bathroom and turned back to say, "Coming?" he all but sprinted out behind her. "Not yet, but apparently its on the cards," he said as he followed the magnetic vision of her naked, swaying butt. Linda lay upon the bed as he came into the room and John knelt on the end of it, his eyes simply drinking in the vision that was her naked body. "My God you are perfect," he said. "Well I am far from that, but I'll accept the compliment." John bent forward and kissed the very tip of her big toe. Then he kissed the top of her foot, her ankle and her calf. Slowly he moved up her body, planting a little kiss every couple of centimetres. His gaze was fixed on her pussy as he moved closer and closer to it. Her labia were bare of hair, perfectly smooth. There was the merest hint of her inner lips exposed between her labia. He considered parting them with his fingers to reveal Linda's hidden treasures, but decided to delay that, to savour the moment. His stiff cock was scraping against the smooth skin of her calf now as he continued up over her taught belly to her breasts, perched on her chest like identical orbs of perfection. He planted a kiss along the line below her left breast and then ran his tongue around the bottom of the other. Linda moaned. "I hope that all this teasing is leading somewhere," she said, grinning at him. John grinned back and took her right nipple in his mouth, sucking hard, drawing it deep within his mouth. He felt Linda's hands in his hair, holding his mouth to her breast. He rolled his tongue around the nipple then flicked it back and forth before releasing it from his mouth. He licked up across her collar bone to her neck where he planted tender kisses before nibbling her ear lobe. Linda pulled his face to her and kissed him. John's cock was pressing against her pussy, but Linda didn't spread her legs. His desire was distracting him now and as they kissed, his hips thrust insistently, seeking to drive his cock firmly within her. "Not so fast, bucko," Linda laughed. "My turn," She rolled him onto his back and then started planting kisses on his body, moving lower with each one, her nipples grazing his skin, moving through the thin mat of hair that adorned his chest. She bit his nipple, pulling it away from his chest, enjoying the surprised growl that it elicited from him. Linda kissed her way right down to where his cock lay resting against his belly. She ran her tongue along the skin of his stomach, around the outline of his cock without touching it. "Such a tease," John said, grinning down as he watched her tongue move closer and closer to his cock without touching it. "Terrible, isn't it?" she grinned up at him. "Nice to see that you take care of yourself," she said, eyeing of his hairless scrotum. "Well I'm not a big fan of pubic hair," he said. Linda lowered her head and licked her tongue across his scrotum, between his balls and then along the entire length of his cock (pleased that there was plenty of it to lick) until she reached its tip. Then she grabbed his shaft with her hand and lifted it away from his belly and plunged her mouth down over it. "Oh fuck!" John moaned as she enveloped him with her mouth. Linda continued to suck at his cock and John watched intently as her lips moved up and down his shaft and her tongue ran around its tip or along the veins. He sat slightly and reached to fondle her breasts as she continued to pleasure him. John started to wonder whether she would stop before he came as she took his cock deep within her mouth again and again. She took a moment to breath and ran her fist up and down the shaft, lubricated with saliva from her oral efforts. Then she rubbed her tits on his cock before moving back up to kiss him. John was thrilled with how aggressive Linda was being, pleased that she seemed to know exactly what she wanted and that she went about getting it. There was barely time to consider it before he found that she'd straddled his face, a knee on either side of his head, her pussy pressed against his face. John knew what was required and slipped his tongue between her lips, tasting her for the first time. He drove it deep inside her before moving it up to her clit. He felt Linda thrust forwards against his tongue, rubbing herself against it. Reaching up with his hands, he found her breasts and played with them as she fucked his face. Linda's hands covered his own, massaging her breasts and then encouraging him to pull at her nipples, drawing them away from her breasts. He noted when he did this that she drove her clit even harder against his tongue. Linda reached down and pulled her lips further apart for a few moments and then she was crying out and spasming on top of him, cumming from his oral attentions. She rolled off of him as she began to recover. John had no intention of letting her get away with using him without a little revenge and rolled over on top of her. She half heartedly pretended to keep her legs together, but there was no real force required to separate them. He rubbed the tip of his cock against her wet pussy lips and then slipped easily between them. "Oh yes, that's what I need," Linda said to him as she gazed up at his pecs as he held himself over her. She ran a hand through the hair on his chest as he drove his cock deep within her and then withdrew it again, setting up a long smooth, repetitive motion, fucking her. John grunted as he thrust his cock within Linda's pussy, watching her lips cling to his shaft with each withdrawal before he plunged back until his balls pressed against her butt. He alternated his rhythm, fast, then slow, working himself deep then shallow, pulling right out and allowing his cock to simply nestle at her entrance before sliding completely within her again. As he fucked her, Linda reached down with one hand to manipulate her clit and up with the other to pull on John's nipple. Again John cried out, much to Linda's pleasure and her fingers on her clit worked her quickly towards a second orgasm. She wasn't sure wether she could get herself off before John blew his load, especially the way he was starting to pant with each thrust, but she tried, and succeeded. Linda cried out as she peaked for a second time and John held still, feeling her pussy clutch and clench at his shaft buried within her. He started to move but she stopped him, "Just stay still," she said. "Mmmm I guess I'm winning," she said a few moments later. "Winning?" he asked "Yeah, two nil," she laughed. "But I'm about to change that." Linda rolled John off of her and sidled down his body until she could take his cock, glistening with her juices into her mouth again. She knelt between his legs, put a hand on each side of him, flat on the bed and then worked her mouth up and down his cock. "Oh fuck! John said, feeling his balls begin their preparation for the ejection his seed as she worked quickly up and down his cock with her glistening lips. Linda was relentless and John was suddenly bucking his hips, attempting to drive his cock up into her mouth as the sensation became almost unbearable. "God, oh God. OH MY God!" he cried out as he felt his balls unleash their load. His cum spurted from his cock into Linda's mouth and she simply sucked hard upon it, swallowing with each ejection until his orgasm subsided and he could no longer take her mouth on his cock. Linda made her way back up his body. "Two one," she said. Her legs were spread either side of him and she started rubbing her wet pussy on his deflated cock. "I hope you're not silly enough to think that you're finished," she said as she kissed him. "Well, it might take me a little while, but I am more than willing to delay returning you home." "Excellent," Linda said and quickly slid back down his body. She took his flaccid cock in her mouth and gently suckled upon it. "I've always been fascinated with the way a cock swells, especially when it does it in my mouth. Just hearing her say the words would have been enough to commence the process of reinflating his cock, but with her mumbling them around his cock, he was surprised that he wasn't instantly hard again. Linda continued to work her tongue around his cock as it grew within her mouth, starting to press against her cheeks. She sucked back and forth, feeling the growth, sliding her tongue around and around the head of his cock. "Wow, I could let you do that all day," John said, watching her as she gazed up at him, his cock nestled within her mouth. "Really?" she asked, "Something tells me that you couldn't take it." And then she sucked hard upon his cock until he flinched. "Anyway," she added, "I do believe that its time that this nice hard cock was back in my pussy. She moved off of him and crawled up alongside him, wiggling her butt as she sucked and bit on his nipple. "Get behind me John, fuck me doggy style." John got up behind Linda as she had asked and surveyed the beauty that was her butt. He placed a hand on each cheek and gently spread them apart, eyeing off her glistening pussy. He positioned his cock against her lips and slowly slid deep inside her pussy again, feeling the firm grip of it around his shaft. "Hard John, fuck me hard," Linda insisted and John started to thrust more firmly into her pussy as she rocked back in counter-point to his thrusts. He admired the curve of her hips and the little dimples that showed her spine as she arched her back and rammed herself back against his cock. Linda stretched her hands out in front of her, breasts resting on the bed as John thrust again and again into her pussy. "Oh God Linda," John screamed as he felt himself again building towards climax. "That's it John, fuck me!" Linda said between gasps and cries. John grunted and thrust harder and faster, ramming himself inside her like a piston. "Oh fuuuuuck!" he said, holding his cock completely inside her, his cock spraying its seed within her. "God I love that feeling," Linda said as she felt John explode deep inside her. John withdrew and then rolled onto his back. Linda lay on her back beside him. "Two all apparently," she laughed. John laughed along, panting slightly from his exertions. Linda rolled over as well to lay along side him. She didn't say anything for a while. John glanced over, admiring her excited nipples before realising that she had spread her legs and was busy fingering her clit. He rolled onto his side and watched. She turned her head towards him and smiled. "What, you didn't think I was going to let you win, did you?" she laughed. John shook his head, laughing with her as she worked herself towards a third orgasm. He enjoyed watching her, his eyes feasting upon the rise and fall of her chest, the way her stomach heaved occasionally when she would make herself flinch. John moved to sit between Linda's legs so that he could see her inflamed lips. A mix of their cum was oozing from between her lips and John waited with anticipation for the moment when Linda reached her pinnacle. He didn't have to wait too long. Linda cried out as she came again and John grinned as a small gush of fluid emerged from her hole and slid down between her cheeks as her lips pulsed with the result of her pleasure. "I win!" she gasped and then just lay there, recovering. They again showered after that and John drove Linda home, neither of them game enough to bring up the topic of what would happen beyond the day's adventure. The following day was Monday and John drove to work, apprehensive about seeing Linda at work, wondering how he was going to handle it. A part of him said that he should end it and terminate things before they became too complicated. But the bits of him that remembered the sex of the day before wouldn't have a bar of that! He had a busy morning and didn't run into Linda until lunch time. Even then, he hadn't left his office. Linda simply walked in and closed the door. "Can I have a word?" she asked, grinning, locking the door behind her. "Oh, hey!" John said, grinning madly as she approached his desk. "How are things today? Not copping too much crap I hope?" "No, there's been a bit of ribbing about how much I enjoyed the strip show, but nothing I can't handle." "And what can I do for you today?" "I thought we should discuss the weekend." "Yes, I'm sorry, I should have raised it with you when I dropped you off, but I was a little too happy to consider it at the time." "Oh that's cool, I perfectly understand." "Well," John started. Linda and John "No no, I need to talk first. I was thinking last night that if I left you alone for too long before I confronted you that you'd be back in boss mode and trying to do something stupid like finish the relationship. I was going to get in here first thing in the morning, but it was a mad-house and this was the first chance I got. So ...I want to give this a go and after today, I'll put no pressure on you to display affection or anything at work because I know what it would mean in terms of your authority." "Well, why do you choose the words, after today?" John asked suspiciously. "Because right now, you're going to fuck me on your desk," she said, moving around to the other side where John sat reclining in his leather chair. "Is that right?" "Mhmm," she said quietly. Then she leant forward over her desk, her hands moving to her skirt, pulling it up to her waist, exposing her taught naked buttocks and bare pussy lips, already shimmering with moisture between them. "And do you always come to work sans panties?" John asked. "No, I took them off in the bathroom before I came in here silly. Now get that cock out and fuck me." John stood from his seat and unfastened his belt, released the buttons on his suit pants and dropped them to the floor, his already stiff cock springing free as he removed his boxers as well. He stepped close enough to rest the tip of his cock against Linda's pussy. Then he used his hands to spread her wide and thrust his cock inside her. Linda moaned and then moved her forearm in front of her face, clamping her mouth down on it as John slowly slid his cock back and forth between her lips. He increased speed and force with each thrust until he was driving into her, her hands spread out on the leather pad mounted in his desk, holding her position as she was rammed into from behind. Linda reached one hand back between her legs and John felt her fingers spread either side of his cock as he thrust inside her. Linda whimpered against her arm and dragged her fingers over her clit. John felt her pussy lips start convulsing around his cock and watched her butt shiver and shake, wiggling pleasantly as she came. John gave a couple of quick thrusts, feeling his own climax imminent. He knew that time was limited and worked quickly his cock sliding in and out, Linda's lips sliding along his shaft. Before he could manage to achieve his goal, Linda cried out again and shook even harder. She had cum for a second time. It was enough to drive John over the edge and he drove himself hard and deep within her as his cock pulsed and tensed, cum spurting from him into Linda's womb. John eased his way from Linda's pussy and she turned around shakily, smiling at him. He pulled up his pants and flopped back in his chair. Linda leaned over him and kissed him. "Tissues?" she asked him as they separated. John swivelled his chair and grabbed some tissues, handing them to Linda. She reached down and ran the tissues up her inner thigh where his cum was slowly oozing its escape from within her. Then she reached inside the pocket of her skirt and pulled out the panties that she'd removed earlier, sliding them up her legs and settling them in place before lowering her skirt properly again. "See you after work," Linda said with a wink as she unlocked his office and left him to gather himself and try and return to a normal work day.