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Office

By: vic450



It's been a while. I was working on my new stories when I looked at where I store my other stories. It's a short one. It was written a long time ago. I remember it was written as a warm-up to another story - I was daydreaming at my desk.

Enjoy and be well, Vic.

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He stood behind and to the side of her. He was leaning over as if looking at what she was typing. He looked interested but his interest didn't lay in what was on the screen.

He whispered into her ear as she typed. Soft words asking her to continue typing. His warm breathe teasing her skin as he lowered his lips away from her ear.

She felt him standing behind her. His face casting a warmth against her neck. She felt his words as he teased her, asked her to not stop typing. She glanced up and saw the door to her office was opened. The staff busy working.

He pointed to the screen as she continued to type. His hand lowered onto her right hand.

"Don't stop," he whispered again.

His hand moved up her right hand onto her arm. He glanced up and then casually lowered his head and kissed right side of her neck. He made sure his kisses was soft and light.

She closed her eyes as his lips touched her neck. She followed his lips as he kissed those sensitive areas down and about her neck. She wanted to lean back and let him kiss all over her neck.

She heard a noise then. A clicking noise. She opened her eyes then. Realizing she nearly gave in. She looked outside and recognized the sound of someone stapling.

His lips, soft and quiet, moved from her neck to her ear. Slowly he licked her ear. Letting his tongue slowly glide along the edge. Lightly circling his tongue down her ear.

His breathe and his tongue sent shivers down her as she tried to look as if she couldn't care. She continued to type be the words on the screen weren't recognizible. Still she clicked away so no one outside the office would think there was something wrong.

She then realized that his hand had moved from her right arm to her stomach. His hand was moving slowly, massaging carefully down her stomach.

The kissing, the licking and now his hand moving slowly across her body made her body react. She found herself breathing heavily. Her neck and ear were on fire. Her hips moved gently with the rythm of his hand.

She closed her eyes again and surpressed a moan as she heard his next words whispered teasingly into her ear.

"I want to taste you." He whispered.

She shook her head because that's all she could manage.

"Now."

"No," she managed weakly. "What about the bathroom?"

"I want to taste you here."

She shivered. She wasn't even sure if she could stand up to go to the bathroom.

"Someone might walk in."

Even as she said it, the thought excited her even more.

"Let them. They won't know." He continued to tease, "Just don't make a sound."

She shook her head 'no' even as she slid her chair back a little.

He quickly sucked on her neck once and lowered himself onto his knees. Carefully, he crawled between her and the desk. Between her legs.

She glanced down and saw him kneeling there. She looked into his eyes as his head leaned towards her left leg. She wanted to grab his head and pull him between her legs.

His hands ran up both her legs as he kissed her left knee.

She heard someone walking by and quickly glanced at the entrance.

"Continue to type." She heard him whisper from below her desk.

She started to type again. Staring at her screen, keeping the entrance to her office in view.

His hands moved up her legs and under her skirt.

She felt his warm hands moving smoothly up her legs. She shivered and felt herself opening her legs more.

His lips kissed her left knee once more then up. His hands moving slightly faster up the sides of her legs.

She felt his hands move under her skirt and up to her bottom. She felt him squeeze her bottom as his lips started to suck on her left inner thigh.

He loved to feel of her on his hands and in his mouth. He grabbed her bottom and squeezed. He kissed until he had to suck on her thigh. He massaged her skin with his lips a moment or two and he moved further up her inner left thigh.

He felt her move her leg, trying to give him more access.

She felt his hands holding onto her pressing her against his mouth. She wanted to feel those lips further up.

"Scoot forward and sit on the edge of your chair."

She moved forward. As she did, she felt her skirt move up past her bottom and past where his hands still gripped her. She felt more excited, knowing she was exposed. Should anyone walk in and near her desk right now, they would see her with her legs spread. They would see her sitting on his hands, his head on her hosed thigh.

His hands let go of her bottom and slid up. He grabbed her panties and pulled at them. They slid slowly down as she moved slightly to allow them past her bottom.

She lifted herself slightly from the chair as he pulled her panties down. She glanced down and saw him looking at her face. She watched him watch her as he slid the panties off one leg then the other. She watched him as he put those panties into his pocket.

She watched him as he leaned forward. His mouth opening and his tongue moving slowly out. She watched him looking at her as his wet tongue touched her exposed skin.

She felt her eyes closing as that tingle of his tongue touched her.

His tongue didn't touch her clit immediately. No. His tongue touched the side of her pussy. He watched her eyes close as his tongue made contact.

He flicked his tongue tip up and saw her legs tremble. He did it again.

She felt his tongue move so close. She felt his tongue slide up along her. She felt him shift.

"Open your eyes and pick up the phone." He whispered from between her legs.

She felt his breathe against her pussy as he said that. She leaned over and picked up the phone.

"Now, dial your home phone and wait for your answering machine to pick up."

She dialed or tried to dial as she felt his lips touch her left inner thigh again. She shivered as he kissed and sucked her thigh. She had to redial a couple of times before she could lean back.

"Listen to your messages."

She hit the code to her answering machine. She didn't expect any calls so she guessed it was his way of letting her lean back and enjoy. She heard that she had one message and let it play.

His hands both touched her inner thigh. He spread her gently as he leaned forward. He watched her listening to the message. He saw her close her eyes as he slid his hands down from her inner thighs. He let his hands slide under her thighs up to her bottom again. He leaned forward and slid his tongue up against her pussy lips.

She gasped quietly as she felt his tongue against her. She was listening to the message he left for her on his machine. Describing the things he would do with her. To her. With her. She loved the sound of his voice describing things he does to her. His message reminded her to keep her eyes open and look out for anyone who might enter her office.

She kept catching herself closing her eyes to enjoy the sound of his voice and the feel of his tongue moving up and down against her.

His hands squeezed her bottom again and found her pushing herself forward. His tongue met her cuntlips and slowly he slid his tongue tip in. Carefully, he ran the tip of his tongue down between her and then slowly back up. He moved like this. Up and down. 

His tongue barely touching the top of her cuntlips. He breathe spread against her. 

She found herself moving her hips in the opposite direction of his tongue tip. She knew he was teasing her. She wanted his whole tongue in her or against her. Still, she moved for him. Enjoying the tease. Enjoying the exposure.

He continued to move his tongue tip slowly up and down between her cuntlips. His tongue tip slowly moved up past her cuntlips and over her clit.

She gasped at the feel. She was so excited. She wanted it to last and she wanted it to end.

His tongue tip circled a few times and slowly slid back down between her cuntlips. Trailing again, slowly down and then up again.

She moved a little faster, hoping he would move his tongue faster or deeper.

He felt her moving against his mouth. His hands squeezing with her slow thrusts. He let his tongue trail up again and circle her clit some more.

She listened to him on her answering machine. He was describing the way she tasted. The way it always got him hard. How he loved tasting her. Kissing her. Licking her.

She let out a quiet gasp just as his lips pressed around the top of her cunt. His lips covered her clit and sucked gently just as his message said he loved sucking on her clit. She listened as he described the way it felt when her clit moved between his lips. The way her body pulsed against his face as she pumped herself against him.

She trembled slightly as she pushed herself against his face.

His hands moved with her. Squeezing her as she moved herself against his face.

She kept her eyes open now. She concentrated on his voice describing how he felt as she moved against his mouth. She concentrated on the way he felt against her. The way she felt in his mouth. She concentrated on not screaming in delight.

His voice told her to move faster.

She did.

His mouth took her in. Faster.

His voice described how wet she was as she slid against his face.

She felt it.

One of his hands moved down from her bottom. Moved up under his chin.

His voice told her that he wanted to feel her cunt suck on his fingers.

She moved faster.

He moved two fingers into her as his mouth sucked her in harder.

She closed her eyes hard to keep from screaming.

His voice told her to open her eyes.

She kept them closed.

His fingers moved deep into her and out again.

His mouth pulled her clit in and held her there.

She wanted to scream.

She wanted to explode.

His voice told her he was going to slide his tongue along the bottom of her clit as his fingers moved in and out of her.

He did.

She felt his tongue sliding up and down under her clit.

His lips pressed against her. Her body pushing against his face.

His fingers moving deeply in and out of her. Her cunt squeezing his fingers.

His voice told her to fuck his face hard there in the office in front of her coworkers.

She did as she dropped the phone and grabbed his head. She pushed herself against his face harder and harder.

He slid his tongue faster and faster against the bottom of her clit. His tongue pulsing against her.

She opened her eyes and looked out of her office.

A small growl escaped her lips as she pushed hard against his face. Harder. She fucked his face hard.

He moved his fingers faster and harder against her.

She trembled.

He felt her trembling as she forced his face harder against her.

She shoved harder. She was completely off the chair and sitting on his face.

He moved his tongue still, faster and faster. This time, he let his tongue tip flick against her clit when he moved it down past her clit. His fingers moved in and out, spreading her cunt as he pushed deeply.

Up.

Flick, down.

She felt it rising.

Up.

Flick, down.

She leaned forward and placed one hand on the desk the other continued to shove his face against her. Feeling his fingers moving furiously in and out of her.

Up.

Flick, down.

Suck.

She let loose. Her body trempled. She tossed her head back.

His one hand still gripping her bottom squeezed her down on his face. His lips still pulling her clit into his mouth. His fingers deep in her.

She shivered again as she let loose again.

He slowly slide his fingers out of her. His hand on her bottom squeezing, now supported her.

She placed her head down on her desk and breathed heavily.

He let go of her clit.

She moaned softly as the cooler air of the office touched her sensitive area.

His wet hand slid up her leg to her waist. Slowly he guided her back down onto her seat.

She leaned back. She closed her eyes. She felt him pulling her chair towards her desk and him.

He kissed her knee.

She opened her eyes suddenly at a knock.

"Did you call for me?"

She focused on the person standing at the door.

"Oh. No, sorry. I just dropped my phone."

"Are you okay? Maybe you should go home early and get some rest."

She smiled at her secretary, "Maybe I should."

Office



I come into your office, dressed in a short leather skirt, and a white, translucent shirt. You stand to greet me, hug me and hold me, but I push you back down in your chair. I lean over and whisper in your ear, and you can smell the heat, musk and perfume rising off my overheated body. "Do not move, or speak. If you do, this will come to a quick end and I will leave." You just nod, your eyes already glazed with lust. I push your chair back a little from the desk and straddle your legs, the skirt automatically riding up my thighs. You grip the sides of your chair, fighting movement and a urge to touch my thighs, to run your hands slowly, softly up them. You do not want this to end. 

My painted nails follow the soft material of my nylon up to the garter, scratching, moving my skirt even higher up, until you can see the sheer silk panties I am wearing. You can smell the scent of musk rising from between my legs, mingling with the musky sweet delicacy of my perfume, driving you higher, making you harder. The skirt moves completely out of the way, and I run my hand over the crotch of the panties, rubbing my clit through the silk. My whole body vibrates at the contact. I can see your knuckles turning white, wanting to reach out and touch me, touch the warm darkness nestled between my legs, covered in sheer black silk. I keep one hand on my sex, the other coming up to undo my shirt, one button at a time. In the gap formed by my shirt, you see the first glimmer of a bra matching the panties, and you twitch, your whole body shakes with need. Your breathing speeds up as I undo the final button, exposing my breasts to your full view. The silk shimmers over my already-erect nipples, and the silk is stretched so tight, it is like a second skin. 

My hands move up and I let my hair down, the white streak in the front cascading over my eyes, the hair free falling down my back. I pinch one nipple and slip a finger under the edge of the panties, reaching deep under the silk to trace one finger through the moisture on my clit. My body trembles again and you watch in fascination as my nipples get harder, the flesh beneath the gauzy layer of fabric bouncing slightly as I nearly cum. A second finger joins the first, slipping deep inside me, and I can feel the muscles there contracting around my hand, wanting more than just my fingers. I think about your hard cock, just inches from me, and resist the urge to let go.

I reach behind me and open a desk drawer, extracting a pair of scissors. You look at me quizzically as I move off your lap and sit on the edge of your desk, placing one foot on each of your knees, my legs spread wide. I grab one of your hands, placing the scissors in it, holding it as I guide it first to my right hip. Snip! that edge of the fabric falls away. Then to my left. Snip! The panties fall out of the way and I am left exposed to your full view. 

"Hands back to your sides, sweets." I say as I set the scissors beside me on the desk, my eyes drilling you. Then one hand comes up and I run my nails over the silk covering my nipple, shaking with the need to cum and not letting myself, yet. My other hand goes back down to my exposed cunt, trailing through the moisture, getting plenty on my fingers for the both of us. I bring my hand up and lick my finger, sucking the finger deep and pulling on my nipple at the same time. A loud moan escapes me. I look slyly down at you and move that hand, another finger drenched in my juices, to your lips. "You may taste if you wish." I run the finger over your lips and your tongue darts out, and suddenly my whole finger is in your mouth, being sucked deeper.

Pulling away from you, I reach to the front of the bra and undo the clasp. My heavy breasts fall free, the nipples begging to be sucked. But you don't dare. You don't have my permission, and I will walk away. And you know there will be worse punishments later if you disobey. I move silently off your desk, pushing you even farther back and kneeling in front of you. 

I have put myself in vulnerable position, and you take advantage of it. Your hand shoots up and embeds itself in my hair, twining hard in the long, loose strands. You don't need any more teasing. You want me now. Right here on top of the desk. You pull me up by my hair, standing as you yank hard on my tender head. My breathing is erratic. I want you so much I can't think. Your head ducks and you suck one nipple into your mouth as you slide my hips up onto the desk, never letting go of my hair. "Undo my belt," you order, your voice husky. My trembling hands undo the buckle, urgently pulling at the loop. "And my pants." My fingers pull the button free. Your pants drop around your ankles, puddling there, our naked hips inches apart. You pull back and a little and then thrust hard forward. 

Your lips trail over the skin near my collar bones as I scream my pleasure, office or not. You feel so good buried deep inside me. You bite my shoulder, pushing the soft shirt back with your teeth, sinking your teeth in hard. Your hips buck against mine, wanting to get all the way inside me, wanting me to take everything I can. You would climb inside me and stay there if you could. My breasts bounce against your chest, the nipples sending thrill through both of us. Your moans get louder, your hips moving harder and faster, my cunt contracting around your hardness. I am cumming hard, fast on you, my juices flowing so fast that they spill out onto your desk. 

My thighs clamp down around your hips, pulling you deeper, ankles locked around your back. You thrust one final time and moan my name as you spurt inside me. Withdrawing, you leave me panting and exhausted on the edge of the desk. . I stand and grab the panties, soaked with our cum, and pull my skirt down over my hips. I set them on your desk, doing my bra back up, not saying a word, and my shirt. When I feel I am organized enough to go back out into public, I step up to you, panties in hand and slip them into your pocket, placing a swift kiss on your lips. Then I walk out of your office, smelling of lust and fully satisfied.



Office



Danielle sat on the white sand beach next to her husband of two years. They had been coming here together for the past five years since they began dating in the fall of 2001. As she sat watching the people at play and the waves rolling in to the wet sand he gently rubbed number 10 sun block on to her body. 

Dani shielded her brown eyes with dark green UV protected sun glasses that also hid eye movement. Those eyes followed a young girl walking along the edge of the water.

The stranger, Dani reckoned, stood perhaps five foot seven. Dark hair fell onto her shoulders. Some cleavage was visible. As she walked bye Dani turned her head to enjoy the sight of well curved lower body and buttocks.

Danielle lay face up and stretched her 5 foot eight body. Mark continued to rub the lotion on to her. 

"I think you're well protected by now."

"Yes I think so," she replied happily.

"Sweetheart what's for dinner tonight?"

"What would you like?"

Late that afternoon she served him a Sicilian dish called finnochio con sarde outside on the deck. The recipe had come down from her 56 year old immigrant mother. 

Twentyeight years old, she was born two years after her mother's arrival in the United States. She had grown up learning two languages; English and Sicilian. 

That time spent on vacation passed all too quickly. Dani returned to work wishing that she had more time to spend away from the office. She dreaded the workload some days. Some of the people upset her more than the work load.

Karen stood five foot nine with a body that seemed almost too muscular for a woman. An exercise fanatic she spent time every night at the gym near her home. The ash blond had begun playing tennis seriously as a freshman in high school. At age thirtyfive she still played at least on weekends with one partner or another. 

Karen didn't care who knew that she's a lesbian. She had been quite open about it and did not care what anyone thought of her. 

Karen and Dani could not get along. Danielle considered the other woman to be insulting and even at times impressed with herself.

The Monday after vacation Danielle arose from bed and came into the kitchen. Her husband was sitting with a cup of coffee and two slices of raisin toast. It was 6 30.

"Going back to work after vacation always makes me a little nervous."

Mark looked at his wife sympathetically.

"Too much work," he said, "I know the feeling."

"That too," she added, " Karen Somers is the biggest jerk and the biggest queer."

"Tell me about it," he said.

"Sexual harassment," Dani said.

"Isn't she the office dyke?" 

"You got that right," Dani answered.

What ever happened three days ago on the beach was buried in Danielle's mind. No one knew that she looked at the other girl the way she had.

Dani kissed her husband lightly on the lips just before they parted. Some time later she left for her job.

Dani spent her day in charge of purchasing paper and binding for the printing of books. Karen had worked in accounts payable but the jobs did bring them into contact.

Monday evening had been Mark's traditional bowling night. This would take him out of the house for perhaps a couple of hours. During that time Dani would be alone in the house.

"Honey I'm going. I'll be home around eight."

"Ok," she called out from the living room, "have a good game."

She had met his bowling team buddies one after another on previous nights. There were Al, Rick, and Todd.

Dani had given some thought to the morality of lesbian sex. Like most she would say that she didn't care about another's preference, an interpretation of the new testament teaching against being judgmental. She tried to tell herself that everything was fine so long as Karen didn't make advances.

Danielle had secretly logged into her favorite lesbian only chat room. As "Prettygirl" she had many erotic chats. The scenes played out in her mind and her fingers typed.

Over time she became acquainted with many girls who visited the room. She knew them only from how they described themselves. She had created many different settings which the other girl had fit into perfectly. The night clubs, the beach and the mountains name a few. Every "date" led to sex.

The digital clock was coming up on eight. She heard a car door then seconds later heard Mark coming in the front door. She logged out of the chat. Her mind quickly reverted back to morality issues.

"Hi hon," she said," how did you do tonight?"

"pretty good," he answered.

She had been brought up to believe that God intended sex to procreate. Lesbian sex could not do that so therefor it must be wrong. Besides she wanted to give her mom and dad a grand child.

"How good?"

"I bowled a 180."

"Did you get a lot of strikes?"

"A few," he answered.

On Tuesday at noon Danielle sat in the cafeteria eating her tuna sandwich and drinking her bottled coke classic. She gazed out the window at the high way below thinking about the planned improvements to their home. 

Karen walked to the table. Dani ignored her.

"Do you mind if I sit here?"

When Danielle didn't answer Karen pulled out a chair and sat.

"You're a bitch."

"I've never bothered you." 

Dani knew that Karen had actually paid her a compliment. The time spent in chat rooms had defined "bitch" as beautiful and intelligent. She gave no sign that she knew this.

"Are you married?"

"Mark and I have been married for two years."

Dani wondered how Karen could not notice a diamond and wedding band.

Karen realized that her crush on Danielle had been unrequited. Dani was straight and taken. 

Neither Dani nor Karen added any more to the chat. At 12 30 they left for their respective offices without a word spoken. For the first time in a long time Karen walked away from someone fighting back tears.

Danielle had gone back online that evening finding her favorite chat room almost filled to capacity. Another sexual fantasy played itself out on the private message screen. Dawn was also a regular in the room.

Mark had always been a die hard sports fan. What ever else was going on in his life during that summer the baseball game came first. Even at the bowling alley the night before the game had played on the big screen television. Dani paid no attention to the game or his emotional reactions to it.

Wednesday had gone well at work for Dani until it was time to leave. She had stayed the extra hour in order to get caught up on some work from vacation. At 5 she and Karen entered the central elevator.

The elevators in the building had a tendency to breakdown trapping occupants until the repair man could arrive. That day it happened.

Danielle was easily given to panic. Her panic was audible even outside her prison.

"Oh my God tell me this isn't happening!"

Karen remained calm.

"It's ok. We're gonna be ok." She had already pushed the emergency call button.

Her words did nothing to soothe Dani's fear.

Seeing Danielle start to cry Karen took the frightened girl in her arms and held her close. A few seconds passed. She kissed Dani's cheek then kissed her neck. Dani slowly began feeling at ease. Karen continued to caress her and kissed her neck two more times.

After several minutes the two girls had come face to face. Danielle had calmed down. Karen kissed Dani's mouth. As if outside her conscious control, Dani's lips returned the kiss. They kissed again. Karen kept caressing. Danielle could feel her knees buckling as Karen's hand slid down her back. 

Both ignored the passing of time. It had actually been a half hour since their lips met. Danielle moaned softly as Karen's hand reached her buttocks. Karen seemed to realize without a word spoken that Dani had just then come into her panties. The two lovers continued to kiss. They both began to hope that the elevator would remain broken down for a long time.

"I always dreamed it would be like this," Dani whispered.

"I had a crush on you for so long."

"and I kept pushing you away," Dani answered. Tears came with the last words from her mouth.

"Don't cry sweet thing. Just kiss me."

Karen slipped a hand up under Dani's loose fit blouse to the breast and massaged it for several moments with her finger tips. The nipples stiffened. 

Danielle was breathing heavily by now as Karen continued to caress her.

Karen slid her hand inside Danielle's wet panties and gently squeezed her buttocks. 

Their instincts told them that the elevator repair guy may be around any minute. They broke off the embrace.

"I think I definitely need to change my panties when I get home."

"I think so too," Karen answered.

They both giggled.

A few moments later the door opened. Outside a forty something year old male carrying a tool kit stood looking inside. Dani looked at him.

"I'm so glad to see you."

The two girls walked side by side toward the building's exit door. 

"I love your outfit," Karen remarked.

"Thanks," Dani replied, "Kohls had it on sale."

The two girls spent he next few days seeing each other on coffee breaks. Seeing each other had been limited to around the office. 

A week had passed since the elevator incident. For the next few days Danielle could live like a single girl while Mark was away. Putting aside work for a few minutes she walked over to the accounts payable office.

"Hi Hon," said Karen looking up from her computer.

"What's happening Karen?"

"Not a whole lot," she replied.

"Mark's away on a business trip in San Diego so I'm home alone."

"How long will he be gone?"

"The rest of the week," Dani answered.

" Stop bye tonight," Karen suggested.

That said she drew a crude map. Danielle looked at the paper and the address written on it. She made mental notes of street names.

"I'm very familiar with the neighborhood. I used to hang out there as a teen." 

"Then you should not have any trouble finding my apartment."

"Is that video rental still there at the corner?"

"They're gone. It's a Dunkin Donut now."

As she drove bye the buildings she saw that her old neighborhood had changed little. The video had become a donut shop but every thing else seemed the same. She pulled up to the apartment building.

Karen came outside her building dressed in white shorts and sleeveless blue top. Dani seemed to admire her almost masculine physique.

"Did you go to the gym today? "

"Yup," relied Karen, "I just got home."

They went up to the third floor apartment. Dani looked around.

"Nice place," she said.

"Thanks," Karen replied,"I moved in a year ago last week."

"How's the rent here?"

"Actually I own it. It went Condo so I bought it."

The Tiffany Baroque table Lamp caught Dani's attention.

"I love that lamp."

"A knock off," said karen.

"Where did you get it?"

"It was a gift from my sister Joanne."

Dani made herself comfortable in a cushion chair. She planned a long visit.

Karen Somers was well practiced with the strap on dildo, a sorority membership providing her first time with one. Melanie was like Dani, very feminine. 

After coffee and pastry in the kitchen the two shared sofa. Their lips met then mouths opened. Tongues began to lick each other. Danielle relaxed and enjoyed her partner's caresses on her back,her arms, her neck and even her cheeks. The soft pressure of Karen's finger tips on her breasts pleasured Dani even more.

They moved from the sofa into the bedroom. Karen eased her lover to the bed and slowly began pulling off her clothes. While Dani lay naked facing up Karen undressed herself.

Using the toy came as naturally to Karen as a man using his penis. Dani moaned loudly as the rubber toy penetrated. She began to thrash about wildly. Her moans turned to screams. She began to come.

Several orgasms later Danielle lay exhausted. Karen looked down at her lover touching her belly gently.

"It's just like my husband only better."

Karen did not wish to share her partner. 

"Dammit Danielle! Leave him!"



Office



I have this office slave girl, sara by name. She likes it spelled with a lower-case 's' because she's a sub, you see. But I'm not her boss. In fact, I'm not anyone's boss. I'm just as low on the corporate totem pole as sara is on the sexual pole. But in her eyes, and hands, I'm the Boss, the Domme. After our boss leaves, usually about 4 PM in the afternoon, W/we wait eagerly until 5, when everyone else is gone. I hide in the ladies room until about 5:30, just to make sure W/we will be alone and I don't know where sara gets off to. I don't care - as long as she comes crawling back to Me in the office of O/our boss, her clothing stripped, her pupils wide with lust, her huge breasts swaying from side to side, very gently, as she makes her way on her hands and knees across the carpet to the back of the desk. 

There she finds Me, legs crossed, crop in hand.

Wet. Aching. In control. 

she kisses the crop as I extend it towards her. I run it gently across her cheeks, her wet lips. 

"Sit up, sara." She does. I run the tip of the crop over her tight shriveled nipples. 

"See what I have on My desk, sara?" She does. She nods. It's a huge pink jelly dildo, suction-cupped firmly to the desktop

"Sit on My lap, sara." She does, facing me. Her breasts are magnificent, and I have her hold the crop cross-wise between her teeth while I pinch and suck her nipples as she moans. I have My hands around her waist and now they stray downward to her globe-shaped ass cheeks. Soft skin, My nails dig in, beautiful. I squeeze and knead slowly and suck on her nipples, going from one to the other, for what seems like forever. My short skirt is hiked up, and I feel sara's wetness oozing onto My bare thigh. 

"Isn't that dildo great?" I ask her when I am finally able to pull My mouth away from her tits. 

"Yes, Mistress. It's quite big." 

"I'd like to watch you play with it." 

"Yes, Ma'am," sara says obediently. She leans over and takes the big bulb head in her mouth, sliding it slowly all the way down the thick pink shaft. 

"Yes," I whisper, "Take all that cock down your throat, sara. Now, suck it." Her gag sounds and muffled moans (My fingers have now started exploring her pussy from behind, as sara has had to rise up a bit from her seat on My ass in order to access the dildo) cause My pussy to ache even more and I know My slave will have a lot of cum to drink very, very soon. 

Meanwhile, sara's going up and down on the jelly cock with that superb mouth of hers, her tongue licking the underside up and down and two of My fingers are slowly fucking her wet, stretched pussy. Her hips are thrusting down on My hand and she's losing control rapidly. 

"That's it, sara. you're such a good secretary. you type so well. I'm rewarding you, sara, for being such a good employee." I begin licking her naked skin, pushing My tongue up underneath her left breast because I know she likes to be licked there (and so do I) and she bobs up and down, faster and faster now, I can tell she's getting close. I've done this so many times I can almost set My watch by it. 

Suddenly, I know it's time. I slide quickly between her legs out of the chair and squat under her pussy, My fingers still deep inside her hot wet snatch. sara begins to cum with the cock gagging her cries of pleasure and I yank My fingers out of her and seal My open mouth to her pussy lips, drinking in her gushing sweet cum juice. sara is humping My face madly now and I'm sucking her, licking inside her pussy with My long, hot tongue, My hands gripping her ass firmly and My face soaked with her delicious wetness. I drink and drink and she slowly starts to descend from the height of pleasure she's just reached. 

Both of U/us breathing heavily, I slide out from under her naked, sweat-covered body and sit back in the chair. Putting both legs up on the desk, My skirt bunched around My waist and My naked pussy exposed ... "sara, eat Me." 

sara kneels between My splayed thighs and buries her reddened face in My shaven pussy and I hold her head fast with both hands, pushing her mouth and tongue into Me. As I come (oh, good slave, who knows what I need) sara turns, tears the huge cock off the desk and shoves it into My pussy while she clamps her mouth down on My clit. I'm being fucked VERY hard and VERY fast with a VERY huge dildo and I'm sure they can hear My cries of ecstacy in the next building. I coat sara's face with cum and squirt everywhere, all over her glistening, heaving breasts as she sits back to get a better angle with the dildo, continuing to push it in and out of Me like a pile driver. 

"Come, Mistress!" sara yells. "Come!" 

Oh, it's SO good to have such a valuable underling ... 



Office



He shuts the door quietly behind him, the office now separated by only an unlocked door. Kneeling he slides his hands up from her ankles, one hand on each leg. He hooks a finger on each side of her panties and slowly slides them down and off, pocketing them. As he slowly rises he gives her a thorough kiss, and her nipples a hard tweak. "Now why don't you think about that for a bit, and what you can do to get your panties back." She's breathing hard as he opens the door and walks back out into the office.

She sits for a few minutes getting over the shock of it. Sure they had been flirting, but didn't think that he would act on any of it. Once her breath is back to normal, she gathers herself for the walk across the open office to his cubicle on the far corner. As she is walking, she can't help but notice that she is getting wetter, with every step. By the time she makes it to his desk she is practically dripping. He looks up at her questioningly. "I would like them back." He chuckles, "It isn't going to be that easy." He slides a hand under her knee length skirt, and says "I think you like not having them; I'm going to keep them." As he is saying this he is toying with her. Her knees buckle, and he grabs her, helping stay upright. Chuckling again, he says, "I'll see you at closing, and I recommend not cleaning up before then..." 

Mind reeling from the almost orgasm, she walks back to her office in a daze. Keenly aware of how wet she is and marveling that no one has noticed. Finally she makes it back to her office. She just hangs her head, breathing for a minute, trying to get her pulse back under control. She starts thinking of him and what is in store for her later. She shivers, if he already has done this to her and that while in an office full of people. She shakes her head, dislodging the thoughts from her head. She sighs. It's going to be a long three hours.

He slowly approaches her office, noticing how absorbed in her work she has become. She doesn't even realize that it is after closing. He smirks, then clears his throat and laughs when she jumps and blushes. "Time to go sweet," he murmurs. She walks up to him meekly, her eyes just glancing at his, and he sees the desire under the uncertainty. "Follow me."

  He leads her into a hotel room. The first thing she notices is all the mirrors around the bed. He goes to a chair and sits, turning on the soft lights that aim at the bed. Music starts to drift in softly. She walks up to the bed and slowly takes off her shoes, noticing that the mirrors are positioned to show the person sitting in the chair any and all views of the bed and anyone on it.

  Closing her eyes, she blocks out the room and concentrates on the music. He watches as the tension leaves her body and she starts to sway with the music. Slowly, starting with her shirt undoing each button like it was the only thing in the world; till finally she is wearing only her bra and skirt. Her hands caressing all of her body, as she moves with the music. Her hands slip behind her, and unhook the bra which she slides down her arms and drops to the floor. Slowly, so slowly she trails her fingers back up to her breasts, cupping them; toying with her full breasts for a moment before sliding down to her skirt and pulling it down and off. Standing there naked, she locks eyes with him; his eyes are dark with desire and the knowledge that she is his to command.

Her body trembles as he watches; he motions for her to make a full circle. She does a slow circle twice, and then he gestures towards the bed with his head, eyes gleaming. She situates herself on the bed facing him. As she runs her hands up and down her body she again locks eyes with him, till he tears his eyes away to watch what she is doing to her body as her hands stray to her breasts and start to twist and pull teasingly. He watches as her skin flushes and her nipples harden. He watches how her legs are spread wide to his gaze, but periodically squeeze shut, and then open wide again.

She watches him as he watches what she is doing to her body. Gauging by his reactions what he likes and how much he likes it. Just when he hints at being impatient, one hand finally strays down to her pussy. She inserts one finger then traces it up to her nipples coating them in her juices. Then she sucks her juices off her finger then she drags her nails down her body till she reaches the clit, she strokes it once, sending her entire body into a convulsion.

Now he sheds his clothing, so he is sitting naked in his chair and she can see exactly how much he is enjoying the show. She circles and teases her clit, causing her legs to spasm from time to time. All this while her other hand is still toying with her breasts. He pulls something from his discarded pants and walks up to her while she has one nipple stretched out, "Hold that," He says. She freezes, and he clips on a nipple clamp, "Now the same for the other one." Just as quickly attaches the second nipple clamp. "Hold open your pussy, I've got a treat for you." She does, exposing her clit. He quickly attached the clit clamp, which makes up the last part of the Y chain. She yelps in surprise, but her pussy, if possible only gets wetter from the attention. He brings his fingers up to her mouth for her to clean off. 

He teases her, holding them just out of her reach. So she has to stretch, and move to reach him, as she does this, the chain pulls on various clamped item causing her eyes to widen and a moan. Still she reaches his fingers and sucks them clean, shifting several times during the process causing more moans and not a few twitches.

He decides it is time he has some fun. "Hold still," he commands as he lies down on the bed, and then moves her to suit his needs. Lightning fast he licks just once and she jumps. He slaps her inner thigh and as she bits back a squeal he barks, "I said hold still!" Then he settles to his task, lapping at her pussy, every so often flicking up to her clit. As her mewling grows, he gauges the timing and tongue fucks her, and releases the clit clamp causing her to orgasm, her pussy gushing. Thus he starts the process all over again, as he replaces the clit clamp.

After he has had his fill, and she has long lost any awareness but of his tongue, let alone the number orgasms she has had, he removes the Y chain causing yet another orgasm. He places his cock at her pussy entrance; he sees how she is biting her lip trying to not move even though he knows her pussy is aching to be fucked. He stays like that for another minute, before he slams his cock in to the hilt. Then he slowly moves out till the tip is barely in, and then slowly works his way back into her tight, wet, hot pussy. He leans down and starts to nibble and suck on her sensitive nipples, as he does so, she starts rotating her hips in a way that moves his cock in an interesting spiral in and out motion. Shortly he stops toying with her breasts and starts to fuck her hard and fast. Just before he comes he slaps her clit causing her to cum one last time, he pulls out Cuming all over her breasts. He collapses next to her and she tries to get up, but can't. Laughing she says, "I have dibs on the first shower, just as soon as I can stand."



Office



"Hi Mr Jones, I've renegotiated the terms and conditions as per your email regarding your locations and I've included your new site into the proposal, we will have to roll out individually and the project will be spread over 4 mths. I'll just ask my secretary to fetch me the paperwork so we can run through the costs."

"Ms Smith will you grab me the files for Steel uk?"

"Yes Mr Hardy. Are they down here?" 

Oh man!!... Her bum looks well fit in her tight red skirt.

"Here you go Mr Hardy."

"Thanks Ms Smith. So the fees at the top are the transport costs broke down for each of your sites then underneath I've split them for your general waste first..."

Wow how fit is she looking today i could sit here all day watching her sort out the filing, is she bending over on purpose just to tease me? Her breasts look massive in her white see thru blouse and with her gorgeous shiny lip gloss on her beautiful lips oh boy I could snog those lips all day long I bet she is such an amazing kisser.

"And by month 2 we will start working on your 2nd site so you need to make sure you have all the electrics set up for your equipment so we can fix it straight in.."

I know what i'd love to fix straight in right now, omg she is brushing her sexy ass against my arm, her bum is inches away from me, has she got stockings on??? Oh fuck me man id soooo love to slide my hand up her gorgeous legs right now and she smells sooooo beautiful with her perfume.

Shit shit shit. Wtf am I getting hard. Stop it stop it. 

Focus. Think work..

"And that's how we will separate your general waste with your cardboard because we will leave your cardboard bin next to the baler."

Why is she smiling at me?

Oh shit she has just looked at my crotch and seen my swollen package bulging out my trousers. Stop getting bigger. 

Oh shit why is she walking towards me smiling?

She is definitely looking at my bulge.

"And those bins will get compacted up to 9tonnes so we only need to lift them once every 3 weeks"

I'd soooo love to lift her skirt up right now. 

Shit did I just say that out loud?

Did she hear me say that?

She must have heard me. I can't take my eyes off her. Oh god she has rested her hand on my leg. Oh god please don't stroke your hand up my leg I'm going to burst thru my trousers in a minute, 

"Yeah and your scrap metal will get weighed and we will give you a rebate on that every month"

She is spinning my chair around. And sitting on my knee. 

I can't take this anymore. 

"So you will have your site supervisor on hand should our engineers need any assistance?" Oh boy do I need assistance right now. Her hand feels amazing rubbing my groin I'm rock hard right now. Is she undoing my zip?? Omg she is actually kneeling between my legs right now. 

Omg she has just undone my trousers. 

Omfg she is actually taking my cock out my trousers and wrapping her gorgeous lips around me. Oh man her lips feel sooooop soft and gentle around my cock!!

"Hello. Hello.. Robert, are you still there??..."

"Ermmm yeah Mr Jones I was just checking the dates of the last installation and ermmm I've misplaced them, can I call you back? thanks bye!!"

"Fucking hell babes you sooooo turn me on."

I wrap her hair around my hand as I gently but firmly lift her head up pulling her face towards me. 

"Snog my face off" 

As I suck and tease her gorgeous lips whilst she stands in front of me between my legs, I run my hands up her legs feeling her soft smooth skin above her stocking tops as I lift her skirt to reveal her sexy silky undies. 

I stand up and slide all my work stuff off my desk as I pick her up and lift her onto the edge of my desk and push her legs wide apart seeing her gorgeous pussy thru her see thru silky undies as I kiss every inch of her gorgeous legs until my face is buried in her pussy smelling how sweet she is I slowly start nuzzling her clit thru her wet pants as she runs her hands thru my hair gently pulling my face into her as she slowly gyrates rubbing her pussy in my face. 

I pull her pants to one side revealing her gorgeous smooth freshly shaved pussy as I run my tongue the whole length of her pussy teasing and flicking her clit with the tip of my tongue as her juices slowly drip of my chin. I suck and tease her more and more as she starts gyrating faster and harder as I lick and suck and nibble her clit harder and faster. 

Her juices are soaking my chin as her legs start tensing up I can feel her nails digging into my head as she pulls harder on my hair licking and sucking her faster and harder she starts moanin and heavy breathing rubbing and grinding my face hard as she screams kicking her legs out as her whole body shakes with orgasmic pleasure then collapses on her back on the desk stroking my head softly as I plant a soft kiss on her pulsing clit. 

I stand up as my trousers drop to the floor taking my cock in my hand as I start rubbing and teasing her sensitive clit with my tip whilst she is still half asleep daydreaming on my desk as I suddenly SLAM my hard cock deep in her tight pussy as she gasps loudly as her eyes open wide in shock as I start fucking her deep, hard and slow as she looks at me all weak yet manages a little smile as we fuck on my desk. 

I reach for her hands and stretch them high above her head as I lean forward so I can kiss her beautiful lips sliding my hands down her arms as I cup her face as we slowly snog each other losing control of our lips as they slide all over each other's whilst I'm fucking her. She starts shaking with a surprised look on her beautiful face as I fuck her harder. 

She stares in shock without blinking as she feels my smooth balls slamming off her ass as her legs start shaking again.

She looks as if she is about to cry with panic in her eyes feeling me pounding hard into her as she grips the desk hard and starts screaming loudly whilst I fuck her as hard and deep as I physically can. 

I shout to her that I'm cumming as her eyes rolls into the back of her head she wraps her arms around me pulling my face towards her snogging my face off whilst we both explode together. 

Lying there in total silence as she feels my cock pulsing inside her whilst her pussy is squeezing my cock tightly I lay my head on her shoulder as she turns her face to make eye contact without saying a word she just smiles and gives me the softest loving kiss ever.

Xxx



Office "Administrator" Ch. 01



I sat in the waiting room of the law office, nervously picking at my nails. I was 15 minutes early for my job interview, so I had a little bit of a wait still. I picked up my phone and texted Leslie. 

"Thanks for the lead, Les! Here goes nothin!"

A few seconds later, my phone buzzed her response.

"No worries, love. You'll be great. Just remember to keep an open mind. I know you'll love this job!"

...Keep an open mind? That seemed a bit of an odd comment, considering I was just here for an Office Administration job. I shrugged it off as some well-intentioned, if misleading, advice, and looked around the waiting room. 

It was a nice place, that's for sure. Dark brown leather chairs, glass tables, gleaming tile floors. The secretary sat behind a huge desk, behind her on the wall a waterfall sculpture that descended into the pond below, where Koi and goldfish swam lazily. The thought of how much they must pay their employees excited me, while at the same time increased my nervousness. I really needed this job. 

"Deanne?", chirped the secretary. "Mr. Stevenson will see you now. You can go on in." 

I thanked the secretary and stood up, smoothing my pencil skirt to ensure there were no creases or wrinkles from sitting on the leather chair. I moved towards to the large, double doors across from the waiting room and knocked gently before entering. 

My first impression was to drop my jaw at the beauty of the office. If I had thought the waiting room was something -- this was spectacular. It was huge, the back wall made entirely of windows that overlooked the city. Tall shelves of books decorated one side of the office, while the other side boasted a chaise lounging chair, a small mini bar with an impressive selection of Scotch, and a large TV screen inserted into the wall. Mr. Stevenson stood behind his immense desk in front of the windowed wall, smiling and welcoming me in. 

"Miss.Emerson? Thank you so much for coming in. Welcome!" He extended his hand and I shook it, immediately at ease in front of this man. There was something about him that was indeed welcoming, as well as friendly and warm. His handshake was firm but gentle, which I took as a good sign. 

He looked to be in his late 40's, but still very attractive. Brown hair in a clean cut, with grey beginning to show a bit at the temples. Eyes that sparkled and the most sexy dimples I had ever seen on a man. My nervousness returned.

"Thank you so much for seeing me, Mr.Stevenson." I said, as I took the seat in front of his desk that he offered. He waited for me to sit, then returned to his wingback chair, taking a seat and leaning over the desk, his hands intertwined over his many papers.

"Of course, Miss.Emerson. You come very highly recommended from Miss.Winters. How do yo know her, exactly? She said you used to be co-workers?"

"Yes, Leslie and I used to work together at a small law firm, years ago. She's a wonderful person and now one of my good friends." 

"She is indeed. A good worker, too. We'll miss her here, but of course we understand that life goes on. Especially for an expectant Mother!" 

We continued in that vain for some time, chit-chatting and discussing my resume. There was little on it, but it showed my loyalty to the companies that I had worked for by the simple fact that I had worked there for so long. He seemed a bit more interested in my personal details, asking me questions such as was I married or in a relationship (no), was I relatively healthy (yes), or what I liked to do to keep happy and physically fit (yoga and swimming). At first I thought these questions a bit unnecessary and perhaps too personal, but he was so nice and professional I figured it was just idle curiousity and he was making conversation, perhaps gleaning information about my character. After a little while, he sat back and smiled.

"Well, Miss.Emerson, I have to say, I am impressed so far. I think you'd be an excellent fit here. I must ask you though, did Miss. Winters give you any idea as to what this job entails?"

"In all honesty Mr.Stevenson, not really. She mentioned that it was a sort of administrative job, and that I would ensure all the lawyers and law officers that worked here would have whatever they needed, and help in any way I can. That certainly sounds like something I am qualified for!"

He smiled, and said "I have no doubt that you are qualified, Miss.Emerson. However, I have a feeling this job isn't exactly what you think it might be."

I didn't know how to respond to that, so I stammered a small "...oh?" and waited for him to continue.

He stared at me for a moment, and I found myself staring back, trying not to think about his dimples. 

"Miss. Emerson, we here at Stevenson & Hutch law are among the top lawyers and officers in the city. We deal with only high-profile cases and high-demand clients."

"Yes, sir." I had certainly heard of Stevenson & Hutch Law before coming to my interview today, so this was no surprise to me. He continued.

"Because we work with cases such as these, our men - for, while we are by no means a sexist law firm, the majority of our lawyers and officers are indeed men -- are constantly and consistently under a great deal of stress. They work long hours and are constantly under pressure by their clients and their employers." He continued to gaze at me, and I wondered where he was going with this.

"Your job here, is essentially to help these men relax, by whatever means they need, to ensure they can do their best work and remain focused. We market this job as an 'administrative' job, because really there is no other title for it."

"...Alright", I said slowly. I was beginning to understand why Les had told me to 'keep an open mind'. "So, is it safe to assume you're not just talking about bringing coffee and booking massage appointments?"

He chuckled, and said "No, Miss. Emerson. There is a great deal more to it than that," and in that moment I knew exactly what he was asking of me. He looked at me levelly, and continued. "It's a very safe environment, Miss.Emerson. You would be given a list of your 'clients', so to speak, their offices and information about them. Each man has taken a full STI test, you will be given the paperwork to prove it. They will be required to wear condoms, and you will have the ability to book at your own schedule. You can decline a client whenever you feel necessary, and you will have your own office -- which will include a full bathroom and anything else you would require. Your safety is the utmost concern to us, and I think your friend Miss.Winters would tell you the same thing."

His last comment jarred me. With a shock, I realized that this was the job that Leslie had before she left for Maternity leave (I quickly wondered if she was pregnant from one of the lawyers, but dismissed it immediately). I knew she had loved this job, and when she told me what the pay scale was, I wasn't surprised. I was even less surprised now, knowing what the job truly entailed. One of the things Leslie and I shared was a great love of sex. I knew now why she told me I would love it.

I took my time before answering, thinking it over. I knew what he was saying -- I would be the 'sex worker' of the office. I considered the fact that most people would think it essentially prostitution, but at the same time -- how many prostitutes out there worked in such a safe environment? I would have my own space, my own schedule, I could say no whenever I wanted, and I was guaranteed these men were clean and healthy. Not to mention the fact that the simple idea of taking this job was beginning to turn me on -- I could feel myself getting wet as I considered it.

Mr. Stevenson sat patiently, watching me think. His air of warmth and openness made me feel at ease and comfortable. Knowing that this man would be my boss made the decision for me.

"Alright, Mr.Stevenson. Shall I take it you are offering me the job?" I asked.

"Indeed I am, Miss. Emerson."

"Then I accept." He smiled as soon as I said it, and reached into one of the many drawers of his desk, withdrawing some papers.

"Excellent! I'm sure you'll be happy here, Miss. Emerson, and know that you can always come to me if ever you need anything. I want to ensure that you are happy and comfortable here, just as much as our officers are." He made a few notes on the papers, then handed them over to me. "This is your contract and legal forms. Take a moment to read through them, sign them, and let me know if you have any questions."

I did as he asked, and sat reading through the forms. Alot of it was legalese, which I didn't understand, but much of it also went through further details. The more I read, the more I began to understand that I would be in control of my job here. I would only be asked to do what I was comfortable with. I signed the forms, confident I was making the right decision, and handed them back to him. 

He grinned and stood up to shake my hand. "Welcome aboard, Miss. Emerson. Would you like to see your office?"

I squealed with excitement (as professionally as I could) and followed him out the doors. He led me down the tiled hall, turning a corner here and there. As we walked I looked around, getting quick glimpses into some of the lawyer's offices and at the lawyers themselves. So far, I was looking forward to starting my employment. 

We stopped at a white door with a silver door handle, which contrasted to all the other deep mahogany doors in the building. He unlocked it with a key, which he then handed to me, and we walked inside. I gasped and my hand flew to my mouth. It was bigger and more beautiful than my own studio apartment. In one corner -- in front of a large window sat a computer table with a brand-new MacBook on it. Beautiful plants were draped around the desk. Across from it was a long, suede couch, facing a TV inserted into the wall, much like in Mr.Stevenson's office. Beside the couch was an overstuffed chair, and across from it another chaise lounge. A mini bar stood in one corner, next to a Credenza with a large mirror atop it. On the other side of the room was a little hallway. I followed it and it led to a small bedroom with a huge king size bed taking up the majority of it, covered with a beautiful duvet and lots of pillows. Again, two large windows opened up the room, keeping it bright and airy. A closet and chest of drawers sat next to the bed. The hallway also led to a beautiful bathroom, with a long marbletop counter, a deep sink inserted into it. A European walk-in shower stood at the other end of the room, with only a tiled wall separating it from the rest of the room. Under the sink was a pile of fluffy towels and lightly scented bath products. 

I walked back to Mr.Stevenson who was still standing in the front of my 'office'. He noticed my smile and asked "Shall I assume you'll be happy here, Miss. Emerson? Let me know if there will ever be anything else you require."

Because I felt so giddy, my professionalism was heading out the window. I took off my suit jacket and threw it on top of the suede couch, and did a little spin in the middle of the room. He laughed. 

"Yes, Mr.Stevenson. This is wonderful. I will be more than happy here." I walked back over to him with the intention of shaking his hand, and as I did, I noticed his eyes briefly flick downwards to my cleavage. I realized that the blouse I was wearing was indeed cut quite low, and offered him quite a view. 

I stopped for a moment, gazing at him and thinking. I was still quite turned on from the idea of taking this job, and his sexy dimples really were getting to me. Plus, he himself was a lawyer under stress, was he not? I walked past him and shut the door, turning the lock. I turned back to him, unbuttoning my blouse as I did so.

"Yes, Mr. Stevenson. I will be happy here. But you know, there is something else I will require. Right. Now." I flung my blouse over the couch to meet my jacket. I walked towards him in my pencil skirt, heels, and now my bra, my breasts capturing his gaze.

"...Oh?" he stammered. I could tell he was unprepared for this, and had not been expecting it. Even better. I stopped in front of him, and confidently reached for his belt. 

"Yes", I whispered. "I need your cock in my mouth, Mr. Stevenson. Let your cock be the first one I taste here. Please?" I looked him in the eye as I undid his pants, letting them fall to the floor. He groaned and stammered "Miss.Emerson, you really don't have to -- it's not for me that -- I don't need you to - " 

"Sssssh." I whispered. "I know you want this. I want it to. Please?" I leaned in to kiss him lightly on the lips, as I freed his hardened cock from his boxer briefs, and massaged it gently. He moaned again. "I...I...um..." words failed him. That's all the answer I needed. I dropped to my knees and pulled down his underwear, freeing him completely. He had a beautiful cock, and my mouth moved towards it automatically. 

I held him in one hand, massaging his balls with the other, as I dropped little kisses along the length of him. I began to use my tongue in tiny licks, working from the base of his cock up to the tip, and then using broader strokes with the flat of my tongue. When I pressed into his cock with my tongue, using a little more pressure, he moaned and flexed his hands in the air beside me. I knew what he wanted, and so I reached out and guided his hands to the back of my head. 

"Let me suck you how you like it, Mr. Stevenson. Tell me how you like it." I looked up at him as I licked and sucked on his cock, and as he made eye contact with me, I could tell something in him was letting go. He needed this. I began to moan as well as I sucked on him, massaging the base of his dick with one hand as I sucked and licked the head. I bit down ever so gently, and he gasped and dug his fingers into my hair.

"Yes, Miss.Emerson...yes..." he moaned. I smiled as I sucked him, thinking it was adorable how he still maintained his professionalism and used my last name, even as I was giving him a blowjob. I needed to break that professionalism right away, or he would never fully enjoy this.

I leaned back and spat on his cock, massaging my salivia into him, working it into dripping wet mess. I leaned back in and took his whole length in my mouth, slowly pulling back as I pressed my tongue into the base of his cock. He moaned again and whispered "Oh...Jesus...Miss.Emerson...". I sat back and worked my hand up and down his cock, as I said "Mr.Stevenson, right now, I am not Miss. Emerson. I am whatever and whoever you want me to be. Call me Dee, if you like. That's my nickname. Or call me something else..." He smiled at me, and I winked and went back to deep throating him.

I increased my rhythm and pressure, and his moans got louder and his breathing more frantic. I lifted my hands to circle the base of his cock, applying pressure as I sucked and licked. Once more I gently used my teeth on him, and that was all it took. He gasped again, dug his hands even harder into my hair, and growled "Yes, you slut. That's what I like. Use your fucking teeth on my cock!" I obeyed, incredibly turned on at how quickly he changed from professional boss to dirty-talking dominant. I continued to suck hard, using my tongue and my teeth to change the pressure on his cock. I wanted to taste his balls, so I used my hand to pump him hard and fast while I dipped underneath his cock and sucked one into my mouth. His knees began to buckle and I felt him hold on to my hair even tighter. 

"Jesus fucking Christ, that feels good. Don't stop, you slut. Don't you fucking stop." I sucked on his balls, licking and slurping, and I couldn't keep from letting a few moans escape my mouth as well. My hand began to tire as I pumped his cock, so I went back to it with my mouth, taking him all the way inside, down to my throat. 

"Yesss...." he growled. I looked up at him, and he was gazing down at me with an intensity that turned me on even more. He pushed his cock deeper into my mouth, and for a moment I choked, before opening my throat more and allowing him even deeper.

"That's right you slut. Let me face fuck you. Take all of it in. You want this cock, huh? You want it face-fucking you?" He spoke low and quiet, as he began to buck his hips, moving in and out of my mouth. I whimpered and nodded as best as I could, as he had a tight hold on my head and I wasn't able to move it much.

He withdrew his cock and pulled my hair back, arching my neck so I looked up at him. 

"...beg me for it", he commanded. "Beg me for this cock."

"Please, sir! Please let me suck your cock", I panted. My face was wet with my own saliva, my eyes stinging from how hard he was gripping my hair, but it only turned me on more. "Please face fuck me with your cock and let me make you cum. Please!" 

On my last word, he shoved his cock back into my mouth, gripping my head with both hands, and began fucking my face in a fast and furious rhythm. All I could do was grip his thighs and hold on, breathing through my nose, moaning and whimpering as he pounded into my throat. 

"Fuck...fuck...yes...yes...oh...fuck..." he muttered with each thrust. "Oh fuck, you slut, you're going to make me cum. Do you want that? Do you want this cum?" I whimpered a "yes please" sound, and he somehow increased his rhythm even more. At this point I was so turned on, I was close to cumming myself. I removed one of my hands from his legs and shoved it down my skirt, pushing my panties aside, and furiously rubbed on my clit. He noticed me doing so and laughed, saying "that's right, you slut. You love sucking my cock so much you that have to cum too, don't you?" I couldn't move or say anything, so I just moaned as he fucked my face and I rubbed my clit. I could feel the pressure building, and I began to tremble.

"Are you going to cum, you slut? Are you? Are you going to cum while I fuck your face hard?" I whimpered again, and repositioned his hands in my hair so that he had a more stable grip. "Alright bitch...you asked for it. I want you to cum so hard. I want to watch you cum so I can cum all over your tits. You want that?" His words were exciting me so much. My jaw was beginning to cramp, but I didn't care. He was fucking my mouth so hard and so fast, and my fingers felt so good on my clit...I kept rubbing, and within seconds I was beginning to orgasm. 

"mmm...MMmmmm....MMMMMMM!!!!!" I screamed into his cock as I came. He gripped my hair tighter as I screamed, his balls slapping hard against my chin.

"Yeah, that's right, you slut. Cum hard for your boss. Yeah..." He pulled his cock out of my mouth, and vigorously jacked on it, leaning over my chest. "I'm gonna cum, baby, I'm gonna cum..." I arched my back and watched as he grunted and groaned, load after load shooting out of his cock and onto my cleavage and bra. 

He stood there panting, much as I sat there panting. Quietly, I got up and went to the washroom, returning with a damp washcloth. I gently wiped myself down, and did the same to him. He put his pants back on, as I buttoned my blouse back up, and I walked him to the door of the office.

"Well, Miss.Emerson," he sad, his professionalism returning completely. "I definitely think you'll fit in well here." He shook my hand, winked, and left my office, leaving me alone. I shut the door behind him, and went and flopped over on my chaise lounge. I was still a bit of a mess, so the thought occured to me to go have a shower. Perhaps I'll have a quick nap first, I thought. I did just work hard to please the Boss, after all.



Office Adventures



"Suzy, could you please bring me yesterday's mail"

Suzy was twenty four. She had light brown eyes and somewhat darker, medium length hair, which she often tied into a pigtail. She was not slim, but not fat either. Her not being tall combined with a roundish face made her look a bit plump. She was the silent kind, obedient, hard-working, consistent and shy. You could say she wasn't very popular but there was nothing bad in her character, just the shyness. She was plain and dressed plain, no high heels, no tons of makeup, just blue jeans and sneakers, occasionally a skirt of some sort. Otherwise Suzy was a kind person. Very sincere, quite caring and also intelligent.

"This is all there is, sir," she said entering Jeff's office.

"Thanks," Jeff said looking up from his desk.

Jeff was the boss. Well not quite *the* boss, but her boss at least and he was in charge of the place most of the time. Suzy had been working with him for four months now, she was something of a personal assistant to him, although she did many other things too. As a boss he was better than most, quite tolerant to people being late and such stuff. He needed work done, and as long as he got it done he didn't care much. In fact, Jeff was a friendly guy, he was in good relations with many of his employees and most of them felt warmly about him. But given Suzy's character they weren't anything like friends. She called him "boss" or "sir". He tried to be nice, to encourage a more open environment, but Suzy didn't react to that.

"Oh, and... Suzy I've been having a problem with this computer I think you could figure this out. I'm just unable to download reports from the server."

"Hmm, never happened for me," Suzy said coming around the desk to take a look.

Jeff rolled back in his chair and Suzy leaned over to reach the mouse. She tried to download a report but the connection was awful and nothing seemed to work. As she was waiting for something to happen she suddenly felt something touch her ass. It was so light that she barely noticed it, but seconds later she realized it was Jeff's hand. Again, she thought that it was an accidental touch but again she was wrong. She tried to look to he right where she presumed Jeff to be, but he had moved behind her, and leaning on the table her shoulders were limiting her view. Meanwhile Jeff silently and softly began stroking her ass. Suzy felt herself blush. She considered turning around but somehow her timidness apparently wanted her to believe that this would finish quickly. She gazed at the progress bar on the screen which wouldn't nudge an inch.

Jeff continued, slowly his hand went from stroking just one buttock downwards and began finding it's way between Suzy's legs.

Suzy was burning inside. She had never been in anything close to this. She had never expected this to happen. And her usual way of staying silent and letting herself go with the flow was failing her. She wasn't afraid of Jeff, he wasn't that kind of person. Rather, she was afraid of the situation, afraid of doing something. All she could do was wait and see what happened next.

The lightness of the first strokes had now gone and Jeff hand was now firmly pressing against her body, making her feel the movement of his fingers through the thin material of her trousers. They ran down her thighs, then moved up stroked deep into her crotch.

"Any luck?"

This struck Suzy harder than anything. Jeff's tone was utterly relaxed. It seemed as if he had been bothering his business for the last several minutes and suddenly remembered her. There was a pause as she tried to collect herself for an answer.

"No," all that she could say, but even that came out with a tremble.

"Well then Suzy, I think I'll have to give it to the IT guys downstairs," Jeff's tone remained utterly casual.

Now Suzy was completely lost. Immediately she imagined herself turning around with her red hot face. Her mind tried to find a short way out, one which could save her from looking at Jeff, but the desk was obstructing her. Finally, she gathered her strength and turned around somewhat rapidly. What she saw stunned her. Jeff was sitting back in his chair. His trousers unzipped, his stiff dick looking out from beneath his shirt. One hand was stroking it, while the other was left in the air by Suzy's sharp turn.

For a moment they looked straight at each other. Suzy was completely lost, she considered runing away, but her timidness still took over and she stood there not knowing what to do.

"What are you so afraid of, Suzy?"

Jeff's hand touched her once again, now softly pulling her towards him.

"Jeffery, what are you doing?!" Suzy finally burst out.

"Now there," he said calmly, still pulling her towards him, but himself also rolling forward, with his legs spread wide open.

"You have been working very hard lately," Jeff started, looking up at her lost red face, randomly stroking her hips, "I think you need to relax a bit."

His hands made their way up, stroking her breasts as they passed. With a quick light touch he undid the upper button of Suzy's blouse. Her face, which had lost some colour in the past minutes suddenly flashed up again.

"Sir, please!"

"Now now, Suzy, there's no need to panic."

Jeff had already got down to the third button. Suzy suddenly felt, that sitting in his chair, Jeff had positioned his legs around her. She looked down and the sight of his hard red dick send a chill through her body. Meanwhile Jeff had got through to the last button. Undoing it he flung it lightly to both sides, as if pushing Suzy to take it off completely. Surprisingly for both of them Suzy responded, instinctively or not, pushing back her shoulders and letting her shirt slide down behind her back, revealing a pretty, smooth body and a white modest bra around her breasts.

In a second Suzy was standing lost, asking herself why she did it. But she suddenly understood, that this was the most outright display of obedience from her so far.

Jeff understood that too. Suzy felt his legs loosen the grip around her. Smiling in delight he leaned back in his chair. Not hurrying at all he began stroking her bare thighs, occasionally moving up, squeezing in under her breasts, then back down towards her belly.

"Now there, what have you been hiding from us so long..."

Suzy didn't understand what the "us" meant and it frightened her a bit. She didn't focus on that for long though, because Jeff's hands once more moved their way up and behind her back. Now moving closed and stretching Jeff reached her bra. He had some trouble with it but eventually he undid it. Once again, Suzy inertially helped him take it off completely. Her face was once again the light pale, not turning back red as before.

Jeff rolled back as to get a better view. Smiling and stroking his dick he looked at Suzy's round and somewhat firm breasts. Suzy didn't want to look Jeff in the face and soon cought herself focused on his dick. In still frightened her, though not as before. A thought crossed her mind: possibly it appealed to her too.

Once again Jeff rolled closer and spread out his legs.

"Sit down," he said lightly guiding her towards his right leg. Suzy didn't resist, and in a moment she was sitting on his leg like a child. Jeff's head was now leveled with her breasts.

For a moment he stroked them and looked closely at her small red tits.Then he began kissing and sucking, first around and then the tit itself.

For the past minutes Suzy had become numb of standing there half naked and being admired. Now something changed. She definitely liked it as Jeff sucked her tit. Her previous sexual experiences were both few and quite poor. The feeling of someone sucking her tit was new to her, almost out of fantasy. And although the whole experience was awful and humiliating itself, she was enjoying herself that particular moment.

Jeff went on for a minute, then he stopped, but still kept his mouth pressed to Suzy's tit. He fingered around and found her hand, took it and guided it towards his dick. Suzy understood his intention. She didn't even know was she reluctant or not, but she began stroking it.

"Good girl," Jeff pushed back to say that, then resumed sucking, fingering and stroking the other breast with his left hand.

Suzy looked down, to see Jeff's dick as she stroked it, but his head was obstructing her view. Now she definitely felt she was enjoying it. She liked holding his dick, it didn't frighten her already. She stroked it in rhythm with Jeff's mouth, instinctively trying to please him.

On his part, Jeff became more passionate, he sucked, kissed, sometimes biting her lightly. One one occasion, Suzy moaned. It was the first sound she had made for quite a while, and Jeff apparently loved it as he bit her again.

Finally Jeff stopped and distancing himself a bit looked up at Suzy. Her face was quite different, still showing signs of her first shock and shyness, it was much more relaxed. Jeff urged her to get up, he got up with her letting his trousers fall down.

"Now there, why don't you lie down on the desk" he said pointing behind Suzy. She looked at the large desk, it was mostly free of anything other than papers. She sat down on the edge facing Jeff once more. He came closer looking straight in her eyes. His hands once again, playing around her hips, slowly went down. His palm pushed in under her trousers and then her panties. It felt it's way down, slowly, occasionally feeling around the sides, it reached the soft hair.

"What have we got down there?" Jeff teased still looking Suzy in the eyes. Her face now showed a turbulent mix of revived worry, fright, pleasure and desire. Inside, she didn't know which it was.

Jeff's hand went deeper, reaching her slit it lightly pushed a finger in. Then it felt it's way towards her clit and began stroking.

Suzy's face now showed an utter chaos of feeling and emotions. Jeff loved the sight.

"I think you want to show me what it is you've got there?" his hand pulled back up and quickly undid the button on Suzy's pants. Moment's later they together were pulling them down. Jeff quickly took her shoes off and got her pants completely away. Next were the panties. Jeff was to excited now, to play around with them. He pulled them off the same way, revealing a small, cute bush.

"Now that's better," he smiled, moving her legs apart. His hand quickly started stroking, first one thigh, then the tight little slit, then the other thigh. Jeff couldn't get enough. He fingered her pussy, then reached out towards the small tight asshole. Finally he kneeled down and got his mouth to work.

For a moment it was everywhere. His tongue sprung deep into Suzy's pussy getting his face wet with her juices, then backed up and pressed hard on her clit, then down, licking everything there was on the way to her asshole. He tried to penetrate it, but it was to tight. Instead he licked it hard and long, then went back to her pussy.

Suzy was overwhelmed. She had never felt some much affection for her body, never had anyone lick her pussy, let alone her asshole. She never thought it could feel so good. Leaning back, her two hands behind her, she enjoyed every moment.

For several minutes Jeff licked and sucked her. It was not long before she came. Her pussy convulsed rapidly letting a strong flow of juice all over Jeff's face. Suzy felt herself loose strength, but Jeff wasn't done yet. Quickly he got up, his eyes caught Suzy's which now didn't hide anything. His dick, hard as ever touched her soaking pussy. Just one second Jeff hesitated, he knew what he really wanted.

"Do you want me to do it?" his voice now exited as ever.

"Yes," Suzy uttered in a low, soft voice. In a moment her pussy lips were pushed wide apart. She felt Jeff's dick rapidly make it's way into her. In a moment the room was filled with the sound of Suzy's moans and their bodies slapping against each other. Jeff held her by the hips as he rammed his dick up her pussy time and time again. Moments later with one last throw he came inside her. Quickly pulling out he let the second stream cover her pussy and thighs.

Jeff backed and sat down in his chair. For a moment neither of them spoke, as Suzy panted on the desk. Finally he got up and helped her off. There was a box of tissues on the desk, Suzy took those and cleaned herself up a bit. As she did so, Jeff was sitting beside her, and she took a moment to wipe his dick of the last drops of cum.

She dressed up quickly, leaving the room with a very strange feeling inside. 



Office Adventures Ch. 01



It was boring at work until 10:30am when this new temporary worker came from the agency. As she arrived and was introduced by the managers to the office as "Crystal" and I thought she's gorgeous.

I'm a nice guy, dark skinned, brown eyes, sexy stylish designer glasses, 5"10 in height. She's a brunette, brown eye, gorgeous pouting lips, curvy size 10 figure, and medium sized boobs with a J Lo ass. Her name was Crystal.

As the day progressed I became slightly bored at work and started to use the Instant messaging system on our PC to chat with workers in our office block.

This relieved the day a little and chatted with a few other mates about Crystal (the new temporary worker) and how fine she was and wondered how long she would last.

Our office managers treat the temporary workers like shit. I get along with most people and always defend the temporary workers, I mean there not on such a great pay scale at only £5.50 per hour when I get £20 per hour from the same job.

Lunchtime came and I took an hour to have a mega size pub lunch and a quick drink. Once I returned to the office I noticed Crystal was eating her sandwiches at her desk to I thought to ask how everything was going. "Everything is fine," she said but "I get the feeling a few people don't like me" is what came from them pouting lips. We continued to chat for a while and I noticed that she had a pierced tongue, which looked very sexy. She told me that she had just moved to London 2 weeks ago and didn't know that many people and if I knew London well enough to show her around to a few places. Being the gentleman that I am I said sure I can show you around a few bars and places.

As the week progressed we continued to chat and flirt in the office and it made the day fly by much more enjoyable. Friday came and we went out to lunch at the pub. I bought chips and a chicken burger with a Rum and Coke to wash that down while I got for Crystal a Caesar Salad with Baileys.

She was a little worried about drinking alcohol whilst at work but I said "everyone does it on Friday". We laughed, had a few more drinks and began to touch each other. My hand slid up her dress and felt her warm legs get even warmer the higher I went up. She seemed to love the caresses I was giving her sexual arousal glowed from her. During the caresses it was stopped short by her, because we went over our lunch hour, so we slipped back into the office without causing too much commotion.

After work we went for drinks, quite a large group of office workers and we continued to flirt. It was become quite late and most people had left the bar that we were at and moved onto either other bars to meet up with people or off to home. Crystal and me continued to chat and drew closer to each other. She guided my hand up her skirt and my fingers to her clitoris. I was amazed, this girl had no panties on and I whispered in her ear and she whispered back that she was extremely hot after our lunch that she needed to cool down.

My hands worked their magic and I caressed and stroked her clitoris and her pussy all the while, not being noticed by others within the bar. She held me close and we began to kiss quite deeply and passionately. Her tongue piercing gave me sensations not felt before on my tongue. We became more aroused, her nipples piercing through her white blouse and my fingers becoming stickier. We heard the bell ring for last orders and that awoke us from our horny state.

On the way home it was obvious that we needed to fuck each other's brains out and fast. We walked quite fast down the street stopping and French kissing with her legs wrapped around me. We took a turn down a narrow street with a few cars parked up on the curb, there was no one around, its wasn't brightly lit but we could see each others forms perfectly.

We French kissed, our tongues dancing in each other's mouth and caressed each other's body. Crystal broke away and got on her knees, unzipping my trousers and popping my cock out from my boxers. She licked and sucked the head and sent an immediate sensation from my toes directly to my head. It was awesome, her pierced tongue on my cock. She used lots of saliva and gave me a blowjob I will never forget and always treasure. She continued with her tongue and gave my cock two steady wanks to ensure it was fully hard, and then she rose to her feet using the wall as leverage she wrapped her legs around me and guided my hard cock to her soaking pussy. She gasped as my cock slid all the way in and her pussy took a hold of my large cock.

We kissed and exchanged my pre cum still on her tongue then I started a pumping motion, sliding my cock deeper and deeper into her wet pussy. She cried out, her echoes rebounding off the wall as we proceeded to fuck each other deeper and harder. Her moans became louder and louder, our tongues danced in each other's mouth and the waves of orgasms rocked through her body and erupted on my cock, coating it with thick white liquid. I started to fuck deeper and deeper and Crystal would hold onto my ass and push me deeper and deeper with every thrust. I was very orgasmic and sent out an echoing moan as I sent a load of cum deep into her pussy, I continued to fuck her harder and harder, faster and faster, deeper and deeper until I felt her heart beat even faster and heard her cry out my name "Dave" as she erupted an explosive orgasm on my cock, her legs shuddering and completely soaked. I proceeded to fuck her still, deeper and deeper, harder and harder, faster and faster before I erupted for a second time flooding her with semen. We collapsed into each other’s arms, exhausted with cum dripping from her pussy and a thick coating covering my cock and balls.

We kissed each other deeply and straightened out our clothing as best we could before making our way home for some more fun.

Tell me what you think?



Office Adventures Ch. 01



I just needed to make a quick stop by the office to drop off some paperwork in my boss's box. It wasn't due until the next week, but I was headed out for a girls night and wanted to have it out of the way in case the rest of the weekend was a blur.

I certainly wasn't dressed in office appropriate attire. My low-cut corset top with tight, short skirt and knee high black boots would certainly shock everybody I worked with. My breasts were spilling out and my skirt barely covered my ass; I was in one of those moods. But it was late, and nobody would be around, and I was just breezing through anyway. 

Except that when I unlocked the door and moved into the dark entryway, I saw a light in my boss's office. My heart started pounding. I'd had a secret crush on him for years, and only in my wildest fantasies had I imagined him seeing me dressed so provocatively. I thought about sneaking out but it was too late; he had heard the door. 

"Who's there?"

I saw his wide shoulders fill the frame, backlit by the light coming through the doorway. His thick dark hair was disheveled and his collar unbuttoned; he'd clearly been working on something for a long time. I could hear voices coming from the tiny room - he must be in the middle of a conference call. 

I realized neither of us had spoken in several beats. I pushed my hair behind my ear, imagining his disapproval at my slutty costume, and took a deep breath. As my cleavage cleared another few inches of my bodice, I could see his eyes lose focus. He cleared his throat.

"I'm sorry, sir," I broke in, "I just wanted to drop these by before I went out for the night..." My voice trailed off. Quickly I stepped forward and held out the sheaf of papers. With obvious effort, he dragged his gaze from my chest and refocused on my face. He looked about to say something, but then a voice from the speaker phone came through.

"Rob? Do you have those numbers for us?" 

Quickly he turned and went back in. I trailed after him. His office was small and cramped, with the big desk taking up most of the room right along the wall by the door. I saw him punch a button on the phone, un-muting it. 

"Yes, I've got them here but I need to double check a few things before I give you the final totals." He held out his hand and looked at me again. Silently, I held out the papers, feeling torn between embarrassment and desire. The way he was looking at me, I wondered what would happen if I just pushed him back in his big office chair, and...

Guiltily, I swallowed. My breath was coming fast and my heart was racing and I needed to get out of there quickly. The talk through the speaker had moved on to another topic. I pushed my hair behind my ear again and opened my mouth to apologize one more time before fleeing, but he held up a warning hand. He stood looking down at the papers for several moments without taking them. Then, very deliberately, he reached out a single finger and pushed down the mute button. 

"Why do you do that?" His voice was low and deep, but startled me nonetheless. 

"What?" I blurted.

"Always tuck your hair behind your ear like that. You do it all the time."

My gaze flew to his. I swallowed, considering my words. Then, I decided.

"It's a submissive gesture," I said with a touch of asperity, "I see you as an authority figure." He just looked at me. "Do you really want me to go on?"

The atmosphere in the tiny room become chokingly thick. The voices over the speaker were carrying on with their debate. I could see it was taking every ounce of my boss's control to maintain his decorum. Was it impatience or desire? Silently, he stepped behind me and shut the door. 

"Put the papers in the bin, please," he said from behind me, his voice with a steel edge.

Haltingly I took a step forward. I was so wet by now that I could feel the slickness travel down my thighs with a single movement. I could see what he was doing. His collection bin was all the way on the other side of his desk. I could walk over there, trapping myself in the corner, what he clearly was hoping for. I had no idea what he would finally do with me - he was always so proper and correct in our interactions that I always imagined my erotic feelings to be entirely one-sided. But he was clearly interested in prolonging our interaction. So instead, I brought matters to a head. He would either fire me, or...

"Yes, sir," I said, walking up to the near edge of the desk and then reaching over as far as I could. 

I heard a quick intake of breath and then felt his hand like a steel trap descend on my back, pushing me roughly down on the hard surface. His other hand stroked my leather-clad ass, his breathing ragged. Suddenly, he reached across to the phone, pressing against me so that I could feel in exquisite detail just where the direction of his thought was leading. He pushed the mute button once more.

"I've got a little more polishing to do here. I'll sign off now and email you those numbers by Monday." Then he pushed the disconnect button.

The small room filled with silence and the sound of my rapid breathing. I could feel him behind me vibrating with conflict, so I whispered, "Robert. Sir. I am so wet right now that a horse could fuck me with no trouble at all. I have wanted to rip your clothes off since the day you hired me and if you don't fuck me over this desk right now I will probably cry with frustration."

"Why, Alice," he murmured. "I had no idea you had such a dirty mouth. Such a dirty, pretty mouth." 

I turned my head and looked him squarely in the eye. "All due respect, sir, you don't know me at all," I stood suddenly and faced him squarely. "There isn't really a whole lot that I wouldn't do, and if you want to do it, I want you to do it to me." My cheeks were flaming, but he might as well know it all. 

"Hmmmm," he said consideringly. "In that case, why don't you start by stripping off your clothes. Everything but the boots," he continued silkily, arching an eyebrow. 

Slowly my hands moved to the corset clasps. As the top fell away, I saw his eyes devour my breasts, already flushed with nipples hard and red. My fingers continued to my skirt zipper, and soon that fell away as well. He was still so far away, and we hadn't even kissed yet...

I took a step forward. 

"No," he commanded sharply. "Stay where you are." I froze. Slowly he began to circle me. Behind me again. My skin prickled all over in anticipation of something...anything...

He moved in front of me again. He was nearer now, and I could feel heat coming off his body in waves. I itched to reach out and touch him, but kept my arms firmly by my sides. 

Slowly, he reached out a single finger. Touching my breast ever so lightly, he circled the aureole leisurely and then with sudden swiftness, flicked my nipple. Hard. 

I bit my lip. His gaze was so dark, asking me a silent question. I nodded.

He flicked out again, sending that pleasure/pain directly from the tip of my breasts down deep to my belly. It was becoming hard to stand. 

With a feather light touch, he stroked my collarbone and traced down my arms. Then, in another startling switch, he grabbed roughly, and turned me, pushing me down against the desk once more. The cold hard surface on my throbbing breasts made me moan out load and I heard him laugh softly. He leaned in close, pressing his erection against my ass once more, and with his hot breath in my ear, said, "Alice. I promise to make you moan like that more than you ever have in your life."

Then he slipped his hand down to touch me, slowly cupping me with his long fingers, and I was so slippery that without any effort at all his two fingers slipped inside. 

"Jesus," he whispered hotly. "Sweet fucking Jesus Christ."

With that he slid down me, parting my legs with his hot hands, and licked, as if he couldn't wait to taste me. I couldn't suppress another moan, and my hips bucked as his tongue found my clit. 

He laughed again, low and deep, and said, "Oh, Alice. I have waited so long for this. We are going to have so much fun."

I was stretched across my boss's desk, my tits mashed against the cold wood and my legs in their high boots spread wide with my boss's face shoved in my cunt. He was older than I was, and always very professional. I had had a crush on him forever and always viewed him with respect and admiration, so I had been embarrassed and exhilarated when he caught me in my nightclub clothes one late night by surprise. I had been even more exhilarated when he took them off me. 

Slowly, he inserted two long fingers, making me squirm. I was dripping wet and not far from cumming. 

"Boss," I said, "if you keep that up I won't last more than a minute."

I could feel him smile against my clitoris. A beat, two, then he withdrew the fingers. I started to raise my torso, but he pressed his broad hands against my back, restraining me. I caught my breath. With one hand still on my neck, I couldn't see but instead heard the sound I had been waiting my whole life to hear - my boss's zipper. 

I could hear him breathing heavily as he stroked himself with one hand, taking in the view of his office subordinate splayed across his desk with her hair disheveled and her juicy pink cunt spread open for him. Then I felt the tip of his penis. Slowly he stroked up and down, pausing at the entrance.

"Robert," I caressed his name with my lips, an emblem of my desire for him. And then, oh so very carefully, he pushed inside. Despite my earlier boast, it was a tight fit. He was larger than I was used to, heavy and hot, and so very hard. As he slowly pushed forward, I my pussy closed over his cock like a glove and he groaned. He began to withdraw and I whimpered. Then, with a grunt, he thrust forward again, sheathing himself fully. 

I felt speared, impaled. Feeling my cunt surround his throbbing dick, I also felt powerful. I wanted to see the effect I had on him and glanced behind, to see my boss with his head thrown back and throat working convulsively as he mouthed over and over, "Oh God, Oh God, Oh God, Oh God..."

And with that, I came, clenching hard around him and whimpering "fuck, fuck, Oh Christ, Robert, fuck me harder pleeeease."

He did. With a guttural sound, his hips suddenly jackhammered into mine, pushing his cock even deeper in. He flattened his broad hands on my back, pushing me relentlessly down on his desk, capturing me so he could fuck me even harder. 

And then he pumped into me, pouring his cum deep into my womb and pinning me to the desk like a butterfly, spread and helpless. 

I gulped in air with deep breaths, trying to slow my racing heartbeat. He collapsed in his big desk chair and regarded me through narrowed eyes. 

"Well," he said drily.

I bit my lip and smiled.



Office Adventures Ch. 02



It seemed like a particularly hard day. More and more work was being dropped on my desk, I was becoming more agitated and stressed and it was only 10:15am for crying out loud.

I took a 5-minute break and went outside the building to catch some fresh air. Once outside I chatted a little with the security guard and a few of the smokers who were out there about how their weekend was and what they to up to. The security guard whose names is Dan said that his girlfriend got a few dvd's and they chilled out at home together, which was cool I thought.

When I got back I saw more work dumped on my desk, which infuriated me some more. In among the files and post on my desk I found a note which said "I'm wet, turn on the Instant Messaging system". Without thinking twice I logged onto my pc and found messages left by Crystal. They were very hot messages saying how she was a little frustrated at work and that she was playing with herself every now and again. I looked up and saw one hand in between her legs and then it slipped to her side. This set my cock twicthing and begins to throb. Another message came through on the computer system saying how she would love my large cock deep inside her pussy and that her pussy was wet with that thought. After I read that I nearly fell off my chair, other colleagues looked around but I managed to conceal my rock solid cock and everyone got back on with their work.

I couldn't concentrate, my cock was rock solid and although it was coming up to lunchtime all I could think about was fucking Crystals brains out in the office. With my mind racing, my cock aching for her pussy I looked up and she was gone, out of her seat. I looked back at my pc terminal and there was a message saying to meet out in the foyer. I didn't think twice and rushed to the foyer, I didn't see Crystal then I heard a faint voice call out "over here" and from a small room Crystal stood at the door. I rushed to her, she pulled me into the office slammed me against the door and we kissed. She seemed very hungry for my cock and I was too hungry for her pussy.

She took my cock out from my pants and sucked on it slowly, all I could do was close my eyes and take deep breaths as she sucked my cock. In between her awesome blowjob I heard her gasp and say "I want you to fuck me now". With that she stopped sucking my cock, bent over the desk lifting her skirt up and exposing her thongs, with a quick motion I pulled them to the side and put the head of my cock on her vaginal entrance. I marveled for what seemed like 5 minutes in fact it was 10 seconds before I heard her cry out "FUCK ME DAVE". As I pushed my cock in she pushed her ass back onto me so that I slid deeply inside her. We went straight into 5th gear and I was pounding her pussy very hard and heard her moan that she had just cum, she certainly had cause I felt all the wetness seep onto my cock. I kept fucking her faster and harder while holding onto her waist, the pressure was becoming too much on my heavy balls, she cried out "CUM IN ME DAVE, I WANT YOUR SEED" that sent me crazy and I fucked her with more vigor till I lose all control and cum rocketed from my balls and exploded deep inside her at the same time she came as well again, juices trickling from her pussy of our love juices intermingled. I collapsed on top of her, quite exhausted my cock was still rock and I continued to thrust in her, with every last bit of energy that I have, then she came again quickly on my cock. I pulled out of her and she was on her knees quick as a fox slurping and licking all the juices from my cock and balls. I was in pure ecstasy then I heard the door shut.

My heart raced at a thumping beat, caught on the job I thought, Crystals blow job stopped and as I looked around I saw Jane the Office Manager standing there looking in shock and disgust. Crystal rose to her feet and stood in between Jane, and me. Jane with an authoritative voice said, "What the fuck do you two think your doing?"

My trousers were down at my feet and my cock became limp. I froze, I didn't know what to say neither did Crystal. It seemed like Jane was going out but in fact she looked up and down the corridor and foyer and ensured no one else was around. Then she made the first move and shut the door locking it with her keys. She moved around the small room and said, "You haven't answered my question". Crystal responded saying that, "We were relieving stress in the office". Jane responded by coming over to me and going down and inspecting my cock and balls. I was very nervous; my cock began to twitch and became solid again. Jane rose to her feet and said "interesting". What was happening here? All that had just happened raced through my mind and it seemed like everything else stopped.

Jane the Office Manager was furious at what she saw had locked the door and then just inspected my cock and balls. When I slipped back into reality she was back on her knees this time with my cock in her mouth. I said nothing, she was giving me a great blowjob, and I heard her say, "she needed to release some stress too!" I never knew that Jane was a kinky slut but always thought she'd be a good fuck if I got the chance.

She has blonde hair, 5ft 5", medium build, shapely figure with 34c breasts. She kept sucking and licking my cock and I moaned in pleasure. Then I felt two tongues, taking it in turns licking and sucking my cock. This felt like heaven, Crystals pierced tongue, Jane's skillful tongue and hands catering to the needs of my large black cock. Just as pre cum was glistening from my cock the sucking stopped. Jane was positioned over the desk, her trousers were down and from behind her smooth pussy glistened in the light. She ordered me to fuck her whilst Crystal watched or there would be all hell to pay. I couldn't argue nor could Crystal who would have been fired within an eye blink.

I didn't object neither did I use a condom. I slid my hard member into Jane and started pounding her pussy ruthlessly. Crystal looked on in shame or was it disgust, no she wanted more of my cock and in between thrusts she licked and my cock clean of Jane's juices. I pounded her pussy hard and fast and words flew from my mouth like "I've always wanted to fuck you Jane". "How do you like my big black cock?" I kept thrusting with force then Jane's pussy tightened around my cock and I let lose a flowing river of cum inside her. She screamed "FILL ME UP" and I did, not departing from her warm pussy until every last bit of semen had left my body. I dropped on top of her, exhausted, and then she got up and pulled her trousers up and told us to fix ourselves up.

Before she opened the door and let us go, she said she wanted to see both of us much more. I winked as did Crystal and we went to Lunch...

More to come but thats for another story, tell me what you thought. Thanks.



Office Adventures Ch. 02



The rope creaked a little under my weight, the chafing bite settling more firmly into my wrists. It was looped through a ceiling hook - probably meant for a plant, but light bondage works, too, right? - and secured around the locked doorknob. My boss was officially "out" of his office at this hour. So was I.

Unofficially, we had been meeting after hours for some time now. After an unexpected late-night encounter had resulted in hot sex on his desk, I hadn't been sure how things would proceed at work. I came in as normal and knocked on his door. 

"Good morning, Ms. Snow," he said, not looking up. "Please have the new draft on my desk by 3:30."

And that, apparently, was that. 

All day I attempted to stay calm and reassure myself that it was better this way, to pretend it had simply never happened. Every time I passed his door I had to steel myself to act normally. By 3:30 I was a mess, but I handed over the folder coolly, betraying nothing. 

"Thank you," was all he said, not even looking at me.

Fine, then. FUCK HIM.

I stalked back to my desk, and finished my shift. As gathered my things to leave, a message popped up on my screen.

Stop by my office before you leave.

My heart began to pound. 

"You asked to see me?"

"Come in and close the door, Alice."

I did as he asked, shutting myself in with him once more. I couldn't help but feel my pulse race.

"Look at this. Do you expect me to pass this kind of work on to our client?"

I looked. The cover page was clearly not centered correctly and I had apparently gotten the date wrong. I could have sworn I had checked my work better than that, but there it was, glaring and obvious.

"No, Mr. Charles." I bit my lip. "I'm so sorry, I don't know how I could have missed that."

"Yes, well, I'll just have to beat you if it happens again."

My breath caught in my throat, torn between a nervous laugh and a gasp as the sexual thrill of his words shot through me. I gaped at him. He sat nonchalantly, flipping a pen between his fingers and staring at his screen. Had I imagined the dangerous undercurrent? My heart sank. Still, I lifted my chin defiantly as I said, "I'll just make the necessary corrections and bring you the updated copy."

Then I fled.

I felt excitement build again as I walked back to my desk and dropped my jacket and purse back on my chair. The office was clearing out fast, nearly empty. I began making the corrections, with 'I'll just have to beat you' ringing in my ears. Then it came to me. I slipped the new mistake in, pushed the print button, and rushed to the printer. Soon I was knocking on his door. 

He looked up, severely. 

"Here is the corrected version, sir. I'm so sorry I allowed the mistake past me in the first place."

As he looked over the new page, I slowly turned around as if to go. I made it as far as the door.

"Alice."

His voice was deep and vibrated through the room. 

"Yes, sir?" I took my hand off the knob but did not turn around.

"Come here."

Quickly I stifled the smile on my lips, and turned, eyes wide with innocence. He was staring at me speculatively, with an unreadable expression. Silently he put the paper down on his desk and stabbed down with his index finger. 

"Look," was all he said. 

I edged closer. He did not make way, so by the time I was close enough to read the words, he was so close that his clothes brushed mine. 

"Did I make another mistake?" I asked with a nervous laugh.

"What did I say would happen if you brought me any further errors?" he asked silkily.

I looked up at him. "You said you'd beat me," I answered, all flippancy gone.

He stared down at me a moment, eyes dark. "Have you ever been beaten, Alice?"

"No," I whispered, suddenly feeling out of my depth. 

"Ah," he said, and tapped his finger several times against the desk. He crossed to his briefcase. I felt a moment of crushing disappointment, thinking he wouldn't go through with it after all now, but then he turned back to me with something in his hand. It was a scrap of black silk. 

"Then you'll want to put this on in case anyone still lingers. It wouldn't do for them to hear you scream."

"I'll scream?" The air vibrated between us.

"You will."

I almost came right there. Instead, I slowly reached up under my skirt and tugged down my black lace panties. I carefully stepped out of them, minding not to catch them on my heels, and began to wind them into a ball. I glanced at him, taking in his flared nostrils, expression otherwise carefully controlled, broad chest rising faster as his breath quickened, rough hands wound in the gag. Maintaining eye contact, I slowly uncurled my tongue and placed the wadded lace between my teeth. 

With an explosive exhale, he quickly stepped forward and covered my mouth with the silk gag. He tied it tightly behind my head and then grabbed my chin, forcing me to look up at him. He stared at me a moment, then his eyelids dropped and a lazy smile replaced his carven stillness. 

"Bend over the desk, please, Alice, and lift your skirt. We'll begin with a traditional spanking."

Begin with? I thought, but then his palm came down HARD on my bottom. I let out a little squeak of surprise as the impact pushed me painfully into the edge of the desk. I determined not to let out another sound. If he wanted me to scream, he was going to have to work for it.

CRACK! His palm struck me again and this time I felt the sting in addition to the impact force. CRACK! My ass was already beginning to burn and I shifted my legs a little. 

"Be still." His voice was hard. I swallowed. It was only three - CRACK!- four, down and it hurt! But more frustrating was how near he was, how I could feel his want and his power and his whole body behind me, yet the only part touching me was the palm of his hand. Then he let loose with several in a row, putting the strength of his arm behind them. I was breathing hard now and had to put my forehead down on the cool wood of the desk. But I hadn't screamed. Or even yelled. Did that mean I won?

Then nothing. I felt him step back a little but I didn't dare turn my head. I heard the sound of his belt buckle. 

Oh, good, I thought with relief, now we can get to the fucking part.

I heard a crack of an entirely different sort as he snapped the belt once - and then I did scream. He hit me again with it and the tears sprang up in my eyes and I almost told him to stop. He was really putting his whole strength behind it. I was so tense and ready to leap up at any moment, but that feeling in the pit of my stomach, that clawing desire for him, made me bite down hard on the gag and grip the desk till my knuckles turned white and not make another sound. My knees gave out after three more hard cracks with the belt and I could hear him behind me breathing as hard as I was. My ass was somehow both numb and flaming, the backs of my thighs stinging and raw. 

"And still you're dripping for me," he said in rough amazement. "You've stayed right there while I beat you, and I can see your tears, Alice, yet you're still so wet." A gentle finger, so at odds with the rough treatment from moments before, traced down my aching slit. "I can hardly breathe I want to fuck you so badly right now. But first..." 

Then he knelt down behind me, my big powerful boss who had just spent the last twenty minutes beating the shit out of me, and licked me. So softly I barely felt his tongue. Was this some new torture? Fingers soft as butterflies, he slowly explored me with his tongue and hands, tracing the hot and red skin of my thighs, stroking my swollen pussy. Then his mouth opened on me fully and his hot tongue pushed inside, forcing into my cunt and rhythmically fucking me. Now my whole body was on fire and the rage-red heat from my ass just fuel for the flames. Spanning my ass with his broad hands, he pushed with both thumbs at once, all the way up inside me, till the sound spilling from around the gag was one long wail as my climax crested and my tortured flesh shuddered and bucked around his face and hands. 

Abruptly he stood and undid the gag, then stepped back into the middle of the room looking almost - unsure of himself. His breathing was ragged and his whole body tensed but he didn't touch me further, just stood looking at me. I carefully withdrew my lace panties from my mouth and avoided his eyes, wondering how I must look with my cheeks flaming and hair wet with sweat and tears, my clothes disheveled. I glanced up. His dark hair was mussed, his face slick with my cunt juices, a dull red flush sweeping up from his neck. It was gratifying to see my very controlled, very powerful boss unsure of himself. And so damn sexy. 

Slowly, holding his gaze, so dark and hot, I sank to my knees.

I reached up and touched his cock through the fabric of his slacks, molding my palm to the hidden contours. It was massive. I'd forgotten just how impressively endowed he was... Suddenly I couldn't wait any longer. I had to have him in my mouth NOW. I unzipped him quickly and took out his rock-hard cock, pumping it in my fist once, twice. Then I greedily closed my lips around it, swirling my tongue around the bulging head. 

My boss groaned and fell heavily back against the desk, bracing himself on his hands so that the muscles of his forearms stood out like steel cables. I wanted to reach out and rip his clothes off completely. I wanted to drag him to the floor and straddle him. I wanted to ride his cock until I passed out from pleasure. But I couldn't tear myself away from the thick rod in my mouth. It was still growing, and oh so hard. I licked and slurped at it hungrily, and his breathing grew more and more ragged. His hands reached up and fisted in my disheveled hair, forcing me down on his cock. I began to suck in earnest, electrified by the pleasure I was giving him. With only vague conscious thought, I reached around with my arms, embracing his hips and raking his buttocks with my nails, all while taking his cock deeper and deeper down my throat. 

"Alice-" he choked out and then he began to grunt and buck his hips uncontrollably, spurting his hot come down my throat. "Oh, God, - I'm cumming - you're mouth feels so fucking incredible-" I swallowed every drop, milking the last spurts from the root.

He was still breathing heavily and shaking his head as he tucked everything back into place. "Jesus." he said. Then with a small chuckle, "Jesus Christ."

I smiled tentatively up at him, licking my lips carefully. I began to comb through my hair and gather it together, but he quickly grabbed a fistful and jerked my head back up to look at him. 

Sternly, he said, "You will continue your high standard of work here as usual, and you may expect nothing from me during regular work hours. But you will report here to my office at closing time on Friday. And see that you're wearing those boots of yours." 

Then he turned away from me and I heard his zipper close. Quickly I finished smoothing my appearance and exited his office, whispering under my breath with a smile, "Yes, sir."



Office Adventures Ch. 03



There were times when I would catch his eyes following me as I moved around the office. At these times, I would make sure that I was smiling more brilliantly, concentrating more fiercely, or laughing at something another person just said. I was a good girl. I ignored him in all but the most professional capacity. It was "Yes, sir," and "No, sir," and "I'll have those numbers on your desk right away, sir." I did not let my glance linger, I did not address him in any fashion that might be construed as familiar. I DID wear tighter pants, higher skirts, and blouses that revealed my breasts to their best advantage. And heels. He was determined to make us wait until Friday each week? I determined to make it as hard as possible for him to do so. It seemed only fair.

So by the time Friday evening rolled around, he had a lot of pent up frustration to work out. And that was just fine with me. The third time I closed his office door behind me, he had me strip to nothing but the boots. I suspect he had a more elaborate setup in mind, something more like the ropes currently suspending me from a ceiling hook, but when I slid one leather-encased leg up on his desk so that my dripping snatch was spread out in front of him, he abandoned his complex schemes. His erection was already substantial; when I leaned over to free it, breasts spilling out and hands insistent, he simply pushed his keyboard out of the way and fucked me quick and dirty like that. While he was pounding his thick cock in and out of my pussy, I could sense that undercurrent again, of desire not fully unleashed, of savagery barely held in check, but only his heavy breathing gave him away. After he came, pushing hard into me and shaking in silence, he simply shook his head with a dry chuckle, slapped me on the ass, and said, "Out." I pouted for a few minutes while I put my clothes back on, but I could sense this was not the time to push him.

Now I was thinking back fondly on that quick and dirty let-off-steam sex, as my arms began to ache and my tits ached and my pussy ached and I wondered what exactly I had gotten myself into. 

When I had pushed open my boss's door earlier that afternoon, he held up a finger, still concentrating on the screen in front of him. I closed the door gently, and leaned back against it. The boots he continued to request I wear made me feel taller, and anticipation began to pool in my belly. Finally, he turned to me. He looked particularly delicious today, with a burgundy button-down perfectly offsetting his mahogany hair and chocolate brown eyes. Just now, they were guarded, but I could see something swimming in their depths.

After a moment, he spoke. "Unfortunately, I still have a few things to finish up here." I tried not to let my disappointment show on my face. 

"As I do not wish to postpone our appointment, however, I intend to make you more comfortable while you wait." His voice was still soft, but I caught the edge of menace, and my nerve ends began zinging.

He got up from his desk. My first glance was to the zipper of his trousers. Was it already bulging? He moved toward me deliberately and his strong fingers reached for the buttons of my white collared shirt. I had chosen a classic secretary look today; black pencil skirt with a garter belt but no panties, crisp white blouse with a lace bra underneath. Which he was now revealing as his powerful hands parted my shirt and pushed it off my shoulders.

"-will use the code we discussed. It is imperative that you operate within your limits, Alice." I reluctantly brought my attention back to his words, and nodded. He was maddeningly close to actually touching my skin, and I thought I might go mad with the nearness of him. But, having divested me of my shirt alone, he turned away. 

"Please remove your skirt, then hold your hands together out in front of you." His voice was still cool and detached. I tried not to let my longing for him show as I did as he asked. For good measure I also removed the bra, half hoping it would incite his wrath. Some response, anyway. He merely shrugged and rummaged through his briefcase as I stood there shivering in my boots. 

When he turned around, he had two things in his hand. One was a thick nylon rope, black and ominous, with wide cuffs dangling from one end; the other was a two-pronged dildo with a suction cup at it's base. He cocked an eyebrow and regarded me sardonically, then with a swift, sharp movement, plunged the dildo down hard on the corner of his desk where it stuck, vibrating obscenely. 

I watched it with fascinated apprehension as he began attaching the cuffs to my wrists. This he did quickly and efficiently, saying nothing. Then he stood briefly on his chair to thread the rope through the ceiling hook. Slowly, he pulled. Hand over hand, not taking his eyes from me, until my arms were taut and my weight nearly entirely suspended from them. My boots were just the right height to save me, my tiptoes grasping for purchase. 

My ribcage lifted as I drew in a shuddering breath, my breasts jutting out at him. Briefly, he cupped them in his hot palms, eyelids dropping a fraction of an inch as he let their weight absorb his heat. An almost unintentional caress across the nipples with his thumb, and then he withdrew again, mask of impersonal professionalism in place once more. Then, the pressure of a hand against my belly guiding me back carefully until my ass just brushed the dildo attached to the desk behind me. 

"Hm," he said with mock dissatisfaction, "it looks like I'm going to have to lift you a little more initially." He pulled hard on the counter-rope, and I gasped as my feet left the floor. I hung there squirming slightly, feeling completely vulnerable and at the mercy of my boss, who was just now coolly gauging the distance between the dildo and my dripping snatch. He looped the rope around the doorknob a few more times while I hung there, breath coming faster now. He positioned me carefully, the longer, larger tip just grazing my pussy. 

By now I was making tiny whimpering noises, needing both to be filled and wanting to escape the torment of the restraint. He tsked briefly, and reached into his pocket, pulling out a gag. He tied it around my head, pulling my lips tight against my teeth. I met his gaze as steadily as I could, but I think he could see the frisson of fear in my eyes because he smiled slightly to himself. He walked over to the doorknob. 

"We'll start with one loop I think." He braced the rope and I could see the muscles stand out in his arms and torso. With a creak, he lowered me fractionally. The mushroom head of the dildo parted my folds and entered me ever so slightly. I felt the barest tickle from the second prong at my ass. 

He regarded me critically. "Hmm, maybe one more." And down I went again, though not enough to touch my feet so I still hung there in mid air, anchored only by the fake cock in my cunt. I was beginning to feel an increase in pressure at my asshole, and when he unlooped one further, I gasped involuntarily as the little head popped through. 

"Try to relax into it, my dear," his warm, rich voice was suddenly inside my ear. My eyes sprang open. He was right there beside me. Outwardly calm, I could see the small signs of heightened sexual awareness. The flared nostrils. The faint sheen of sweat. A definite bulge in his pants. But I was caught, helpless to tease him or touch him. Then the bastard sat down at his desk, and started typing again. 

I couldn't believe it. He was just going to leave me here? Dangling, frustrated, bound and gagged and completely at his mercy? My arms were already starting to burn as minutes ticked by.

He cast a glance my way, then quickly rose. Without saying a word, he un-looped another two or three loops of the rope and gently lowered me downward. At first there was resistance (my pussy hungrily ate up the larger shaft of the two-pronged dildo) as my ass adjusted to the unlubricated invasion. But I inched down little by little and accommodation was made. He sat back down and resumed work.

I forced myself to breathe evenly. Acidly, I hoped he was so distracted that whatever he was working on would be absolute crap. I was glad he could enjoy what was obviously a treasured fantasy, but what about me? I seethed. How could he work with me naked beside him, twisting gently from my bound, suspended wrists and being slowly speared by a big fat dildo in both my pussy and my ass? My breasts were right there, hanging heavily and tantalizingly at eye line. I could smell the heady, musky odor of my juices coating his toy. I groaned. I was only increasing my own frustration. 

My eyes tracked him as again he rose and walked nonchalantly over to the knob. I caught what might have been approaching a smirk on his face, but inhaled sharply as he lowered me enough so that my feet set down, just barely brushing the floor. My ass was burning now, but it was worth it. It took the pressure off my arms, and I could, just barely, rock back and forth a little, building a little friction along with the feeling of being utterly impaled. 

He regarded me from the doorway with his arms crossed over his chest. His cock was clearly straining against the fabric of his pants by now, but his face gave no sign. Then he straightened and walked toward me. He bent his dark head deliberately and then, ever so slowly, took one aching nipple into his mouth. He was tender and slow, and at first I barely felt it. Just the warm wetness, with the barest caress of his tongue. He touched me with nothing else, just his mouth, just my breasts. I whimpered into the black silk gagging me. At one point he moved over to the other one and took the jutting point of it in to suckle, building me up to a fever pitch degree by agonizing degree. 

I had thrown my head back and closed my eyes to lose myself in the pure sensation of it. Suddenly I realized that the feather-light caresses had retreated altogether. I opened my eyes and jerked my head up abruptly. The bastard was sitting in his big office chair, staring at me. Well, he clearly enjoyed the view. My arms were straining against the rope dangling me from the ceiling, I was impaled and utterly filled by his diabolical double-pronged dildo, and my full, hanging breasts were burnished red from contact and the flush of sexual desire. 

I had the satisfaction of noticing he was breathing heavily now, and clearly in an advanced state of sexual frustration. Suddenly, he pushed his feet against the floor and propelled the big chair over to the door, meanwhile fumbling with his belt. He barely had time to push down his trousers, releasing his monster erection, when the chair hit the door with a thud. He reached out and gave a strong pull on the rope, drawing me instantly up off the desk and off the twin dicks in my cunt and my ass. I screamed against the gag, both at the pain in my over-strained arms and at the loss of stimulation. I had been so close to fucking myself to orgasm while my boss sucked on my breasts. I felt free fall for a moment as he deftly maneuvered me through the air, grabbing me to him and swiftly lowering the rope so that I straddled him in his big rolling chair. My arms flopped uselessly over the top of it, still bound but slack. He speared me with a grunt.

"I won't last long, Alice," he whispered roughly in my ear. "You look so goddamn hot like that."

"Uhhh," was my reply, past caring as I shoved myself down on his rigid cock. He thrust his hips up off the chair, impaling me as thoroughly on his cock as I had been on the dildo. By now I was moaning continuously. Savagely, fucking me hard and fast, he ripped the gag from my mouth.

"Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me..." I whispered over and over again. I barely noticed him reaching behind me and then -

"AHHHHHHHHHH!" I cried out in ecstasy as simultaneously he plunged the dildo back into my ass and my orgasm crested, rolling me like a tidal wave. My ass clenched hard and my cunt gripped his hard pole tightly as I was overtaken in wave after wave of pleasure. His cock measured its every last inch inside me.

"Oh, shit. Shit, I'm cumming!" he groaned. His hips slammed into mine one last time and I felt the pulsing of his cock as he spilled into me. His chest heaved against mine. I was still breathing hard and could feel the aftershocks coursing through me into him, through him into me. Eyes wide, I met his gaze, which for once held no barrier, no hint of sardonic superiority. Quick as a flash, he straightened in the chair and kissed me, wrapping his arms to hold me fast against him, a vice grip at my neck. The kiss was deep and strong and tasted of salt, and if I hadn't been lost before, I surely was now. Lost for good.



Office Affair



Debby looked up from her computer when she heard at knock at her office door. Standing there was James Coleman, the other vice president of marketing at her job. Although she had never been attracted to white men before, she had to admit that he was gorgeous. He had short curly black hair and bright green eyes. His cheekbones were well defined and the hint of stubble on his jaw gave him undeniable sex appeal. At 6'5" tall, he towered over the other men in the office. However, it was the dimple in his left cheek that set every female heart fluttering at Slater Industries. The women in the office were always discussing him. When he was nearby, one of them was bound to be flirting with him, trying to get him to ask her out. So far, no one had any luck. He'd join his co-workers for drinks after work some nights, but never had he asked any of them out on a date. Debby often found herself watching him. His walk screamed sex and his tight butt had inspired many fantasies. After seeing him sweaty and bare-chested at a staff basketball game, he became to costar of many of her nightly dreams.

"Still keeping your nose to the grindstone, I see," James said as he came into Debby's office and closed the door. "It's after six o'clock. Everybody else, including your admin is gone. When are you going home?" James couldn't stop himself from dropping by her office every chance he got. He had been attracted to her since the first day he starting working at Slater three months ago. She was the first person the president, Mr. Taylor, had introduced him to because as the other vice president of marketing, they often had to work together on the bigger projects. He was immediately struck by how beautiful she was. Her chocolate brown skin looked smooth and silky. Her black hair was bouncy and shiny. When she wore it down, the ends brushed her titties. Her titties were perky and firm. At least a 36c with hardly any jiggle when she walked. Her brown eyes sparkled and her smile could light up a room. Debby had an incredible body. She was 5'9" inches tall with long, toned legs. Her stomach was flat and her hips perfectly rounded. The first time they shook hands and he felt her soft palm against his rougher one, blood immediately rush to his cock, giving him a hard-on that he was grateful his Italian cut trousers concealed. Three months later, every time he touched her he had the same reaction. He tried not to stand to close to her when other people were around so no one would notice. 

"I didn't realize it was so late. I just wanted to check tomorrow's presentation one last time," Debby said. "

"Your work is always perfect. Now put it away and let's get out of here. How about grabbing a bite to eat? My treat." His dimple winked as he smiled at her. 

"Well, if you're buying I'm in. I never turn down a free meal. " said Debby jokingly. "Why are you still here? I guess my nose isn't the only one grinding away."

"Would you believe I was waiting for you?" James asked.

"Whatever," Debby said, "you probably fell asleep at your desk." Debby save the changes she made to the presentation and shut down her computer. She picked up her purse and coat and walked over to James. He reached for her coat to help her put it on, but his hand accidentally grazed her titty. Her nipple hardened against the back of his hand. James looked down at Debby and saw the shock and desire reflected in her eyes. Her lips were slightly parted; the gloss she had been wearing early partly worn off. James couldn't resist. He bent his head and covered her lips with his. He wrapped her hair around his hands and positioned her head for his kiss.

Debby moaned as his tongue entered her mouth. She had never received a more perfect kiss. He joined their mouths with just the right amount of suction. He caressed her tongue with his, drawing her tongue into his mouth. He sucked on it as if trying to capture her taste. James pulled her bottom lip into his mouth, nibbling on it then stroking it with his tongue. He ran his hands through her silky hair, entranced by the texture. He moved his hands to her titties. He cupped them in his hands, rubbing his thumbs over her nipples. Debby was lost in the taste and texture of James's mouth. Even her dreams didn't compare. She rubbed against James, trying to reduce the ache between her legs. She could feel his cock pressed against her stomach. Debby laid her hand against his cock, rubbing gently. She couldn't believe how big it felt. It had to be at least 8 inches long and very thick.

"Ooohh, Debby!" James groaned. He guided her hand to his belt buckle. "Unbutton me. I want to feel your soft hand against my cock."

Debby quickly undid his pants. She pushed his pants and boxers all the way down. She wrapped her hand around his cock and began to caress him. She needed both hands to reach all the way around. She traced the bulging veins with her fingers.

"I guess the rumors about white men having little dicks aren't true," Debby said, looking back up at him. She captured the drop of precum with her thumb and rubbed it into his shaft. 

"Am I the first white man you've been with?" he asked her. 

"Yes." Debby replied.

"Then let's make it unforgettable." 

James stripped off the rest of his clothes. He pulled Debby to him and unbuttoned her shirt. He dropped the shirt to the floor and the unzipped and removed her skirt. He stopped to admire the sight before him. Debby had on a red lace panty and bra set with matching garter belt. Her stockings had lace trim decorating the tops. Her nipples were poking out through the lace. James licked his lips. He could decide what he wanted to take off first. 

Debby could believe how turned on she was. The sight of James's naked body was making her knees weak and her pussy wet. She turned away and walked over towards her couch. She heard James whistle.

"I don't know how I kept my hands off you this long." James said. He followed her over to the couch. He rubbed his cock against her ass cheeks bared by her g-string. He wrapped his arms around her and flicked open the front clasp of her bra. He caressed her titties while continuing to grind against her ass. Her head dropped back against his chest. He kissed her neck and shoulders. Debby turned around to kiss him properly. Their tongues mated while hands rubbed bare skin. Debby stroked his cock again. She loved the feel of it in her hands. She couldn't wait to feel it against her tongue. 

Debby sat down on the couch and pulled James's hips toward her face. She rubbed her cheek against his cock. She gripped James's cock with both hands and rubbed her lips against the tip. Her tongue flick out to capture the fluid on his tip. She traced the veins that bulged from root to tip with her tongue. She ran her tongue around the tip and then just under the head. She used the flat of her tongue to thoroughly wet James's cock.

"Damn. You're good at this," James groaned as Debby covered the tip of his cock with her mouth. She suckled on just the tip. She slowly began to suck more and more of his cock into her mouth. She continued until she had swallowed the entire length of his cock. She worked the muscles in her throat and jaw, massaging his entire cock with her mouth. 

"I've never felt anything so incredible," James exclaimed. "Damn, baby, suck that cock!" James wrapped his fingers in Debby's hair and began fucking her mouth. He couldn't control himself. "This is the best blow job I've ever had." The sight of his cock sliding in and out of her mouth captivated James. He watched as her brown cheeks bulged and retracted with his thrusting. Debby clasped his balls in her hands. She caressed them with her fingertips. She pulled his cock out of her mouth and began licking his balls. She sucked on one and then the other while stroking his cock with her hands. His cock was wet and slippery with her saliva and precum. She started licking his cock again. She could tell he was close and couldn't wait to taste his cum. She sucked his cock back into her mouth and started sucking firmly.

"That's it, baby! Suck my cock! I'm about to cum!" yelled James. Cum erupted from his cock, filling her mouth with the salty sweet liquid. Debby tried to swallow it, but there was so much it dripped out of her mouth. She pulled his cock out of her mouth and cum spurted over her face. She wiped the cum off her face and then sucked her fingers clean.

"Umm," she said. "Your cum tastes so good."

"I can't wait to taste you," James tells her. He laid her down on the couch. "I think it's time we got rid of this," he says, removing her panties, garter belt and stockings. He ran his hands up her legs. They were silky smooth. His mouth followed the same path as his hands. When his lips reached the middle of her thigh, Debby began to shiver.

"That's my spot," Debby moaned. James continued to kiss and caress the spot. Then his tongue continued up her leg to her pussy. She had only a small patch of hair as if to mark her sweet spot. He could see moisture glistening on those pouty lower lips. James lapped up the moisture he could see and then spread her lips open to discover more. He licked Debby's clit and then sucked it into his mouth.

"Oh, shit!" Debby yelled. She grabbed James's head and pushed it deeper into her pussy. James stiffened his tongue and began fucking Debby's pussy with it. He plunged it in and out of her. Her hips moved in rhythm with James's tongue. She moaned at the feelings radiating through her body.

"Damn that feels good. Eat it, baby. Eat it. Eat my pussy," she yelled, unable to control herself. "I'm cumming," she screamed. Her cum flooded James's tongue. He kept licking, trying to lap it all up. He could believe how much cum she released. He had heard about women who ejaculated like men, but he never experienced it until now. He felt blood rushing to his cock, giving him another hard-on. 

"Damn, baby. I can't wait to get inside you." James said. He kissed his way up her body. He stopped at her belly button. He licked around the outer rim before dipping his tongue inside. He kissed his way to her titty. He suckled one titty and caressed the other with his hand. He licked her nipple and aureole before taking it in his mouth. He sucked her nipple deep into his mouth. He switched to the other titty, sucking it just as hard. Her moans made his cock harder. He grabbed her leg, lifting it to his shoulder and thrust into her. He buried his cock all the way inside her. Debby could feel his pubic hairs rubbing against her. 

"Your pussy so hot and tight." James plunged in and out of Debby's tight pussy. Her walls gripped him, trying to keep him trapped inside. He continued to pound away at her pussy.

"Fuck me," screamed Debby. "Give me the big cock. Give it to me hard. Fuck me!" Debby's pussy was getting wetter and wetter. Their moans echoed off the walls. Debby closed her eyes, unable to bear the sensations streaking through her body. It felt like she had been shocked. Convulsions spread through her body. Her pussy clamped rhythmically on James's thrusting cock.

She screamed, "I'm cumming. Damn baby, work that cock. Give it to me. Damn, that's some good cock." She opened her eyes and looked into his green eyes.

James stared into Debby's beautiful brown eyes. He couldn't believe that he was finally inside this beautiful black woman. The feel of her hot wet, pussy clasping his cock was amazing. He continued to thrust into her. He shifted so that every thrust rubbed against her clit.

"Ooooh, ooooh, fuck me, fuck me," screamed Debby. "Give me that cock." Debby grabbed James's ass and pulled him against her. The room was filled with the sound of flesh slapping and the wet sounds of James's cock plunging in and out of Debby's pussy.

"You like this cock, don't you?" whispered James in Debby's ear. He nibbled on her earlobe and starting sucking on her neck.

"Yeah, baby, give it to me." Debby grabbed her titty and yanked on her nipple. James covered the other titty with his mouth. He captured her nipple with his teeth and bit down. Debby grabbed his head and guided him to her other titty. James suckled furiously and gnawed on her nipple. Debby could feel her muscles tightening once again.

"Oh shit, I'm cumming again," Debby screamed. Debby dug her nails into James's back. Her hot cum coated his cock while her pussy milked him. James felt a tingling in the base of his spine. He knew he was about to erupt. He began to pound her pussy harder. 

"Damn, baby, here it comes." James exploded inside Debby. She could feel the hot cum bathing her pussy. 

"That feels so good. Flood me with your hot cum," Debby yelled. James gave one final thrust and collapsed onto Debby. Reluctantly, he lifted off of her soft body and sat back on the couch. She lay there with her legs spread, unable to move. Cum leaked out of Debby's pussy, pooling beneath her. The wet spot inspired Debby to finally move. She swung her legs onto the floor. When she stood up, James pulled her into his lap.

"Where are you going?" James asked. He wrapped his arms around her and started caressing her titties.

"I'm going to clean up in the bathroom and then get dressed. We can't stay here all night. The cleaning crew will be here any minute now."

James turned Debby's head so that she faced him. "Debby, you know this isn't some meaningless fuck, right? I've wanted to get inside you from the first moment I saw you. Now that I have, I don't want to stop. Feeling your hot pussy milking me, being inside you when you cum, I've never felt anything so fantastic. You can't want this to be the end."

"I'm so confused. I know I want you. The sex is amazing, but what about us working together. It could get very uncomfortable in the office. I think we should take this one day at a time," Debby replied.

"Fuck this office. All that matters is that we both want this. And we do. Taking it one day at a time won't change that. Tomorrow I'll still want to bury my cock in your sweet pussy," James said. He spread her legs open over his. He thrust two fingers into her. He used his thumb to rub her clit. Debby pushed down, trying to send his fingers deeper inside. She rode his fingers, matching his thrusts. She climaxed again, flooding his hand with cum. He rubbed her cum on his cock, then rubbed his cock against her wet pussy lips, but didn't enter her.

"Do you still want to take this one day at a time?" James asked. "We can pick this up tomorrow," he said, while pushing against her. She shifted slide that he would slide inside, but he held her still. Debby dug her nails into James's thighs. 

"Stop playing with me. You know I need you now. Fuck me, please James. Shove the big cock in my hot pussy," Debby begged. James plunged his cock into Debby. She worked her hips, meeting his thrusts. Once again, Debby's body exploded in ecstasy. James felt the cum rush through his cock before spurting into Debby. She screamed. Someone banged on the office door.

"Are you okay in there?" someone asked, as the doorknob turned. 



Office Affair



About 10 years ago I worked as a programmer for a small company and this is a story of what happened one afternoon between me and a colleague.

I'd always had a crush on Karen since we first met over 4 years ago, I had asked her out a number of times when we first met, but she always refused my advances and eventually I gave up and we became good friends and subsequently work colleagues. Karen was one of the lads, she gave as good as she got with insults and comments, nothing fazed or embarrassed her.

At the time Karen was 23 and had just had a child with her partner who she had been with since they were at school. I was also living with my girlfriend and had been going out with her for a number of years. 

Karen and I were working alone in the office one afternoon. All the other staff were either on leave or were working out of the office that afternoon. I was working on coding problems with a new system we were trying to implement and after fixing a few problems I passed the updated code to Karen for her to test. A few minutes later the test was complete and the code had worked perfectly. 

"Fuck me!" Karen said, "It worked."

"Ok, whenever you are ready," I laughed.

Karen looked at me with one of her mischievous looks and got up from her chair and lay down on the floor behind me in the missionary position. 

"What are you doing?" I asked.

"Well you said ok so I adopted the position," she smiled at me.

Wondering how far this would go, knowing that she was used to playing practical jokes, I got up and stood between her legs. Being the middle of summer and with no air conditioning the offices were always hot and stuffy, so we were allowed to wear casual clothing which this time of year consisted of shorts and T shirts. From my vantage point I could see right up her short legs, she was certainly showing me a fair bit of leg and it didn't half look good.

"Come on then," she smiled, "What you waiting for?"

I decided to call her bluff, thinking she would quickly get out of the way when I made a move. Getting down on my knees between her legs, I leaned over her and supported myself by putting my hands on the floor next to her head.

Surprisingly Karen never moved, but continued to smile at me. "Aren't you going to get undressed?" she asked. 

"Are you?" I replied, not believing she would.

"OK," she said, and used a foot to remove one of her trainers."Your turn."

I reached back and also removed one of my trainers. Karen followed this by removing the other shoe, before I followed suit.

Karen was now barefoot, but I had an advantage as I was also wearing socks.

"Your turn," I said, knowing that she would have to make the bold move of removing a piece of clothing.

Karen then reached for her blouse and started to unbutton it. My heart was pounding fast as her bra slowly came into view. I cast my mind back to those years that I had lusted after her for weeks on end. "I've always wanted to see those. They are just as I imagined they would be."

"I know, and now's your chance," she said as she pulled the shirt apart to reveal herself. "Your turn," she smiled back at me. 

I sat back up on my heels and pulled the T-shirt over my head and dropped it on the floor beside us.

Karen reached up and ran her hands over my chest. I was not as muscular as I used to be. I used to be very active before I changed career and ended up behind a desk all day, but Karen appeared to approve of what she saw.

Karen then sat up and pulled the blouse off her shoulders and let her boobs fall forward emphasizing their large size. She reached for my hands and put them to her bra covered boobs.

"Fuck me, they feel fantastic," I said while gently squeezing and massaging them. I grasped and tweaked her nipples that were now pushing through the front of the fabric. 

"Someone is getting turned on," I said. 

"Hmm yes and I doubt I'm the only one."

I reached back and removed one of my socks and placed it on the growing pile of clothes.

"Not fair," she said in mock anger.

"Well I've only got these shorts on nothing else to remove," I said.

Karen then reached behind her and unfastened her bra, slowly peeling it from her shoulders. Her large but surprisingly firm boobs came into view and I moved my hands back to them feeling them and the hard nipples poking into the palm of my hand.

Karen leaned back and lay on the carpet again while I reached back and removed my last sock and placed it on the pile.

"Now what do we do?" I asked.

Karen beckoned me with her finger to lean over her, so I did, hovering above her face. My hard cock was now tenting my shorts and was within inches of her pussy, just a few layers of fabric were between us. 

She then moved her head up slightly and kissed me lightly on the lips. "Your turn," she said.

I lowered myself down and our bodies touched, I crushed her boobs under my chest and my cock came into contact with her still short covered pussy. I could feel Karen moving her lower body around feeling the hard lump now pressing into her pussy, trying by instinct to get inside that warm hole.

I reached for her hands and held them both above her head then lowered my lips to hers and kissed her again and again, with longer and longer kisses.

We were now breathing hard through our noses as things were starting to get out of hand. Karen released herself from my grip and reached down between us and slipped her hand inside my shorts and grabbed my cock. 

I moaned at her touch and slowly moved my cock through her hand, mimicking a fucking motion.

"Sit up now," she whispered in my ear, "I want to see your cock"

I sat back up on my heels and she started to remove my shorts. "Are you sure about this?" I said.

"Yes, it will be our little secret, nobody must know."

"Damn right, Kate would kill me and I'm sure Jason wouldn't be too happy either."

I stood up above her which allowed her to pull down my shorts, which she then dropped onto the pile of clothes beside us. Karen took hold of my cock which was a little over seven inches, not large, but I've never had any complaints, and started to stroke me. 

"I'm going to suck this cock now," she said with a smile. 

"Yes Karen, do it, I want to feel it sliding in that warm mouth of yours".

Karen sat up and licked up the pre-cum from the end of my cock that had been leaking for a while now. Slowly she took me into her mouth going deeper and deeper, until I touched the back of her mouth making her gag.

"Fuck yes, that feels good, keep doing that."

Karen continued to take me as deep into her mouth as she could, before withdrawing and licking my cock all over. She certainly knew how to suck a cock, as this was one of the best blow jobs I had had for years.

"I'm going to come soon if you keep doing that," I warned. So she slowly pulled away from me and lay down on the floor again. 

Kneeling down between her legs again I grabbed her shorts and slowly worked them down and off her legs. Her pussy was almost shaven, with just a small patch of hair above her slit. I could see her lips were glistening with her juice. She was obviously as turned on as I was.

I moved down to her pussy and pulled the lips apart and ran a finger up and down her slit stroking her clit lightly. Moving my head down I closed in on her pussy and took a long hard lick of her pussy slit and clit. Karen grabbed the back of my head and pushed it into her pussy and ground herself into my face. 

"Fuck that feels good. Eat my cunt, make me come with your tongue."

"Your pussy tastes wonderful, I want you to come over my face."

Karen continued to curse and moan at my actions on her wet pussy.

"Fuck I'm going to come, here it is. Yes," she screamed pushing my head hard into her pussy.

I slowly moved up her body licking and sucking her boobs on the way past and ending up above her face looking down at her.

"Fuck me. Now!" she demanded. "But don't come inside me, I'm not on any protection so just pull out before you come."

"Ok." I said, slightly apprehensive at the fact I was about to slide my cock into the girl I had had a crush on for the few years and also from the fact that she was fertile at the moment. 

I slid my cock up and down the outside of her pussy while kissing her hard on the lips, "Stop teasing me and put it in," she pleaded. I lifted myself higher and aimed for her hole and pushed in slowly feeling the head part her lips and make its way inside. I kept moving in a slow movement until I was fully buried within her. Once I hit bottom we both moaned. 

"Fuck. That feels good." I said. Karen didn't reply, she had her eyes closed but was squeezing my cock with her pussy. I pulled back out and slowly inserted myself in her again, picking up speed until I had built up a good rhythm. Karen had wrapped her legs around my back allowing me to go deeper into her.

I could feel that I was about to come and told Karen, but she kept her legs around my back stopping me from pulling out. "I'm going to come." I said louder and Karen reluctantly released me. 

"Come in my mouth, I want to taste you," she said. 

I crawled up her body and held my cock above her face, she guided it to her mouth. "Fuck my mouth," she said.

"Yeah, I'd love that." I pushed my cock into her warm mouth until I hit that back of her mouth again, making her gag. 

"Here it comes baby, yes, I'm coming in your mouth. Swallow it all for me!"

Karen moaned keeping a tight grip with her mouth on my cock and greedily swallowed it all without spilling any, sucking out the remaining sperm before releasing me.

I lifted up and sat back on the chair catching my breath. Karen got up and straddled me, squashing her tits into my face and rubbing her pussy over my now shrinking cock. 

She leaned down and we kissed lightly, I could taste my sperm on her lips, but I didn't care. "That was fun," she said, "but I want you to eat me out again."

She cleared some papers from her desk and lay down with her pussy and arse hanging over the edge of the desk. I moved over to her and placed two fingers into her sloppy wet pussy.

"You like that?" I asked knowing the reply.

"Yes, finger me, eat me. Make me come all over your hands and face."

I went to work on her pussy again using fingers and my mouth, our combined juices were running out of her pussy and down over her asshole. I decided to test the anal water and rubbed her crinkled hole with my thumb. "Oh yes," she said, "I love anal as well."

I smiled to myself and pushed my lubricated thumb into her tight ass right to the first knuckle. "Ahh!" Karen moaned, "that's good."

Karen passed me a tube of hand cream from her desk, "Here, use this."

I opened the tube and inserted the thin nozzle into her ass and squeezed a quantity inside. 

"Oh, that's cold," she giggled.

"Sorry, I'll warm it up now."

Using a finger I spread the cream around the inside and outside of her ass. Karen was squirming around on the desk, her hands were alternating between my head, her breasts, hair and mouth. 

"Fuck, you're making me come again!" I felt her pussy and ass clamp down on my fingers and she screamed as her orgasm took over her. 

My cock in the meantime had come back to life and was now rock hard again so I stood up between her legs and rubbed it over her pussy and clit as she came down from her orgasm. Karen looked into my eyes and guided my cock to her pussy. 

"Fuck me again, this time do it hard. I like a good hard fucking and I know you'll make me come again."

She used her legs to pull me towards herself spearing her pussy on my cock again. She dropped her legs to floor but I grabbed them and lifted her feet over my shoulders and started to pound into her pussy hard. 

"Oh yes, that's it. Fuck me hard. Make me come. Your cock is so long, I can feel it hitting deep inside me."

After a while I took a breather and slowed my movements, pulling my cock out of her pussy and rubbing it over her clit. 

Karen reached down and held my cock in her hand and guided to her ass.

"Fuck me in the ass. Nice and slowly. I want to feel you deep inside."

"Oh yes, I want to fuck your ass so bad. I'm going to fuck you so deep you'll beg me to stop."

I lifted her legs higher raising her ass off the desk, I lightly pushed at her ass and her tight ring quickly gave way as Karen relaxed her muscles. The head slipped inside easily, she was obviously used to taking a cock up her ass.

"Ahh," I moaned feeling my cock head squeeze past her tight inner muscles. "That feels fucking fantastic." 

"Oh yes, your cock feels wonderful in my ass honey. Now fuck me as deep as you can." 

I pushed at her ass feeling my cock slide in all the way, then starting a slow fucking motion in her ass, I slowly started to build up speed and was soon thrusting into her for all I was worth. 

"Yes, fuck me hard and fast. Oh you're so deep inside my ass!" Karen worked on her pussy and clit with her fingers while I pounded into her ass.

With no sign of my orgasm, we changed positions. Karen leaned forward over a chair and pulled open her ass cheeks as an invitation for me to fuck her ass again. 

I stood behind her and pushed in all the way in one slow forceful movement. "Oh yes, fuck that's deeper than before. Fuck, I'll not shit for a week after this," she laughed.

I continued to fuck her ass as she inserted as many of her fingers as she could into her pussy. Soon she had all five fingers in her pussy and was trying hard but failing to get the whole of her hand inside. I could feel the familiar tingling in my balls and knew I was about to explode.

"I'm going to come soon baby."

"Oh fuck yes, I want you to come inside me ass. Would you like that?"

"Fuck yes."

"Shoot it as deep inside me as you can. I want to feel your come in my ass."

"Oh fuck, I'm coming. Yes, here it comes."

"Yes, fuck... fuck ... fuck. Shoot it inside me. Fuck you're making me come again!"

Karens ass clamped down on my cock as I held myself as deep inside her as I could. We were both breathing hard and slowly my cock started to deflate, so I pulled out and lay down on the floor to rest and catch my breath.

Karen got up from the chair and lay next to me. "Fuck me that was intense. I've never had anything that deep inside me before. It was wonderful thank you."

"No, thank you, I've always wanted to do this but gave up on the idea many years ago. What made you lie on the floor in the first place?"

"I'm not sure," she replied "I guess I've always wondered what it would be like to have someone else. As Jason is the only person I have fucked. I've been thinking about it for weeks and when we got the opportunity of being alone today I thought what the hell and waited for the right moment."

I leaned over and kissed her lightly on the cheek. "Well I'm just glad that you choose me to experiment on," I laughed. "I'd better go and clean up." I got up and headed for the washroom to clean my cock. 

When I returned Karen was lying on the desk again, playing with her pussy, this time though her head was leaning back over the desk. She had her eyes closed while she fingered her pussy, so I walked over to her head and lay my cock on her cheek. She never opened her eyes but opened her mouth and took my soft cock into her mouth again.

"Oh yes baby, suck my cock, nice and slowly. It's tender after banging your ass before."

She slurped and licked me while she continued to play with her pussy. "Do you think you can fuck me in my pussy again?"

"Well you'll have to try and get me hard first, as I'm not sure if I'll be able to go again. I'm not as young as I used to be you know." 

Karen smiled and continued to work on me taking all of my flaccid cock into her mouth. I leaned over her and massaged her boobs while I slid my cock in and out of her mouth. Amazingly I started to get hard, but not as hard or big as I was before. Karen got up from the desk and pushed me down onto a chair and stood in front of me facing away, she bent forward showing me her ass and pussy. 

I could see my come leaking out of her ass and her pussy juices were running down the inside of her legs. She reached between her legs and pushed a couple of fingers into her pussy showing me how wet she was. With her other hand she played with the cum leaking out of her ass, pushing in a finger or two bringing out more of my cum. 

I stroked my cock at the sight before me and soon I was close to full strength again. Karen noticed this while looking between her legs and turned around and sank her mouth down my cock until I touched the back of her mouth, she bobbed up and down taking me all the way into her mouth.

She then pulled off me and lay back on the desk with her head leaning over the edge and opened her mouth wide. 

"Come and fuck my mouth, then you can have my pussy again". I moved over to her and slid my cock into her mouth, I was now at full strength again and touched the back of her mouth with a couple of inches still to go. Karen reached round behind me and pulled me closer to her forcing my cock deeper into her mouth and throat until my balls were touching her nose and her lips were forced into my pubes. I could feel her throat tight around my cockhead as I pushed in as far as I could. 

"Fuck that feels good, let me fuck your throat now". 

Karen removed her hands and I held onto the sides of her head and withdrew my cock before slowly pushing it back inside again, feeling the head squeeze deep inside her. I pulled out again and allowed her to breathe. I continued to slowly fuck her mouth and throat occasionally taking a break to allow her to catch her breath.

Karen, tapped me on the leg and I withdrew from her mouth. "Sit on the chair and let me fuck you now."

I moved over to the chair and sat down holding my dripping cock upright, ready for her to impale herself on me again. Karen walked over to me and positioned her pussy above my cock. She leaned forward and kissed me, her tongue made its way into my mouth as her pussy came into contact with my cock. 

I wrapped my arms around her hips and guided her down in one long slow stroke until I was fully embedded in her pussy again. I felt the head of my cock mash into the back of her pussy causing Karen to moan in my mouth. She then started to quickly fuck me, repeatedly slamming herself down on me.

After a minute or so she got up and turned around. "Time for my ass again," holding my cock she lined it up with her asshole and sat down on me, forcing it back inside her tight ass. 

We both moaned as she sat down on me, taking me all the way back inside her. She then slid up and down my legs repeatedly taking me deep inside her.

Soon her legs were getting tired, fucking on a chair takes a lot of stamina and we were both getting tired now. Karen stood up and moved back to the desk and leaned over it spreading her legs wide and looking back at me over her shoulder.

"It's your time to do some work again, fuck my ass nice and deep." 

I stood behind her and slid my cock back into her ass and started to pound her hard and fast. 

After a few minutes Karen pushed me away, "I'm getting sore there now, put it in my pussy please."

"It's just been up your ass though, should I go and wash it first."

"No, I want a good fucking now, just put it in. God I need it in me."

I moved lower and aimed at pussy and pushed in, this position allowed me to get deeper into her. Karen was now constantly screaming as I fucked her hard and fast, my cock was really smashing into the back of her pussy now causing Karen to scream loudly with each heavy impact.

I could feel the tingling in my balls signalling the end was coming soon, so I pulled out and sat on the chair. "No, don't stop, I'm about to come," she said

"I have to, I'm about to shoot again."




Office Affair



Karen got up from the desk and sat on my lap stuffing my cock back inside her pussy again and started to ride me hard. "I need to come," she said. "Make me come with your cock." 

I lifted myself up as high as I could so Karen could get me as deep as she could inside her.

"I'm going to come soon," I warned.

"Ok," she said, but she continued to ride me, seeking out her orgasm.

"I'm going to come," I warned her again.

Karen moaned loudly but continued to bounce on me.

"Karen," I shouted making sure she heard me, "I'm going to come now." 

"Yes, come inside me. Let me feel it. I want to feel you shoot deep inside me," she said, as she continued to bounce on me. I was now extremely turned on, knowing she was unprotected. Had she actually asked me to come inside her pussy? 

"Nearly there," I said again just to make sure she knew what was about to happen.

"Oh God, Yes, do it. Shoot it inside me. I want to feel you shoot in me. Oh God you might make me pregnant. Yes do it, come inside me now." I could feel her pussy clamp down tight on me signalling her orgasm had arrived.

"I'm coming, here it is," I shouted.

Karen screamed out her orgasm and held me as deep as she could inside her. I held onto her tight and started to come inside her fertile pussy, grunting loudly with each powerful spurt.

"Yes, do it, fill me up," she screamed. "I can feel you shooting deep inside me. Yes do it. Oh God what am I doing. I'm coming over your cock and you're coming inside me!" I held onto her tight and shot my last load deep inside her as she eventually came down from her orgasm.

She looked down at me and smiled. "That was the most intense orgasm I've ever had. I'm not sure what came over me, it must have been the heat of the moment. I just hope I don't catch." she laughed.

"Well it was fantastic, now I'm completely drained," I said feeling my cock shrivel up and drop out of her pussy. We went to the washroom and cleaned ourselves up. 

The next day Karen pulled me to one side and thanked me for the session the previous day. She was so turned on when she got home, that they had spent most of the evening in bed and she had convinced Jason that they should try for another baby. Jason had filled her up twice that night, so the chances of her catching yesterday were extremely high.

Sure enough a month or so later it was confirmed that she was pregnant, though whose child it was may never be known. A few weeks later we repeated our sex session, this time at her house while Jason was away on business for a few days. Though it didn't quite match up to our first session we still enjoyed it and I managed to deposit two large loads in her pussy and one deep inside her ass. 

Our affair continued for many years, we didn't get many opportunities to meet up, but when we did we made sure we enjoyed it.



Office Affair Ch. 01



Ahh, the aftermath. What began as a horrible day took a turn at the last minute. All this time, these past few weeks I had pondered over the sincerity of his casual comments. Surely he was only kidding with me right? Playing along with my banter to get a rise out of me? Enjoying a little bit of harmless flirtation just to see my cheeks flush? As it turned out, he wasn't kidding. Not by any means, though he could easily have played it off as such had he needed to.

And now, my mind is filled with the remnants of the afternoon. My thoughts play over again, the unnerving warmth of his nearness as he stood behind my chair, the gentle squeeze on my arm before he moved away. It was so subtle, I had to wonder if I'd imagined it, made something out of nothing. Before I even had the chance to speculate, he was already halfway across the room, and had flopped back down into the chair, waiting for...

Maybe a repeated invitation? Once uttered, his presence again loomed behind me, so close, yet not close enough. This time, he offered a brief shoulder massage that I allowed myself to lean into before he retreated back around the desk. I hadn't imagined it then! I could hear myself calling out to him silently to return- shouts inside my head loud enough to wake the dead, but apparently not yet loud enough for him to hear. So this was to be the game then? Again, I offered an excuse of "needing" assistance that would require him near her. My heart nearly leapt from her chest as anticipation washed over me.

I watched with baited breath as he first locked the office door before casually strolling back into my personal space. I couldn't decide- did he take forever or arrive too quickly? Nonetheless, there he was again, his presence enticing and unnerving at the same time. Again, I heard my inner voice crying out, "Oh please...closer!"

I must have been loud enough this time, because I felt him press himself against the back of my chair just before his hands came down to rub across my shoulders again, then the left moved lower to stroke my breast. Only for a moment though, and his hand trailed away to run them both the length of my arms before returning upward to my shoulders. Then down again, and suddenly I could no longer stand the awful utilitarian cloth of the uniform I wore every day.

I felt rather than saw him kneel down behind me. My pulse raced as his breath warmed my ear just fractions of a second before his lips grazed the side of my neck. His hands were everywhere now, and when they found their way under my uniform, I felt their heat through the thin fabric of my tee shirt. Finally I mustered the courage, and spun the chair around to face him.

Our eyes met just as my chair came to a halt. His permanent scowl was gone- replaced by a rather mischievous half-grin. I offered a shaky smile of my own as I pulled him to me.

Admittedly, I had already speculated about how this kiss would be. Fantasized about it for weeks. Would the reality be as nice as I'd imagined? "Please, please, pleeaaassseeee let it be amazing," I offered a silent prayer to whatever gods were listening. His lips met mine then, partially open, and for once I got exactly what I asked for. Tiny electric shocks coursed through me and settled deep in the pit of my belly as our tongues met. Damn but he tasted nice!

For one fleeting moment, I was reminded of how very much I missed kissing someone like that. Hastily, I tossed that thought to the side. After all, I couldn't have something as insignificant as self-pity ruin this. I needed it way too damn much. Needed to set all the psychological garbage up on a shelf, even if only for a little while. Needed to fill the long-empty void inside of me with...

Oh dear Lord yes- with that! His hands had worked their way under my shirt and were gently exploring the soft skin of my belly and lower back. All the while, his kisses continued their sweet torment back and forth between my own soft lips and the sensitive column of my throat. I heard myself sigh when his well-practiced fingers found their way up my spine and unfastened the clasp of my bra. Then a gasp when they travelled back downward, digging in slightly along my lower back. Finally, they came around to the front and slid upward to free my breasts. His hands came up to cup them both, and my nipples came to life instantly as his fingertips grazed over them.

I felt a split-second's worth of disappointment when he leaned back and his lips left mine. Caught off guard, I sought to pull him back to me, but he just smiled that same half-smile before dipping his head down to take my left nipple into his mouth. Already hardened by his fingertips, it tightened even more- almost painfully so- when he closed his lips around it and drew it firmly into his mouth. My hands gripped the back of his head almost convulsively now, encouraged him to continue. From left to right and then back again, he nibbled and sucked at both nipples now, while his hands gently kneaded the underside of my breasts.

Damn, had it gotten warmer in there? I mean seriously, the fucking place was usually an icebox! Yet there I was, hot, flushed, practically breaking a sweat even though somehow my uniform top was crumpled in the floor beside my chair and parts of me that I usually hid under multiple layers were exposed to the cool afternoon air. His hands were still at my breasts, kneading them playfully, supporting their weight as well as the lacy scrap of the bra he had deftly pushed away. I gazed down at the top of his head through barely slitted eyelids as his kisses continued to tease back and forth between each swollen nipple, allowing them to close when he drew a tender bud between his teeth and bit down gently. I couldn't see straight anymore anyway so I allowed the darkness to wash over me as...

I snapped back to reality- somewhat- as I felt the edge of the chair slip out from under me and dump me rather unceremoniously into his still-kneeling form. We both giggled a bit at the clumsy interruption. Ever the gentleman, he started to lift me back to my seat, but I had a better idea.

Across the room- a more appropriate chair. I indicated as much, and backed him to the other side of the office. The slight puzzlement in his eyes when I didn't sit down faded quickly into a smile when I raised an eyebrow just slightly and uttered two simple words, "My turn." I kneeled in front of him just as minutes ago he had been kneeling in front of me.

Now it was my time to explore. I leaned into him then, finding his kisses just as sweet from this new perspective. As my mouth explored his, my hands found their way to his firm thighs and upward. I felt the proof of his desire for me pressed against my belly then and it was my absolute undoing. I broke my lips away from his so I could lean back and look at him.

My eyes blazed a trail downward, drinking in every delicious detail. His beautiful blue eyes now darkened by desire, his lips full and kissable, his strong chest still covered by the same sand-colored tee shirt as mine. Lower still, I settled on the obvious bulge straining against the fabric of his pants. Only for a second though, before I allowed myself to continue. My hand trailed up his thigh and covered him then, delightfully hard beneath it. Mmmmm, nice. It wasn't enough just to see him though, not nearly enough. There was still too much in my way and I wanted so badly to touch him. 

I found his belt then and fumbled with it and the buttons of his pants. Then the navy blue boxers. More fumbling, until finally I had freed him from his constraints. He twitched slightly as I trailed my fingertips gently along the shaft and over the head. I leaned back upward into his kiss as my hand continued its exploration of every delightfully firm inch of him.

Still, it wasn't enough just to touch him. I broke myself from his mind-numbing kiss to redirect my attention downward. My eyes sought and found his, locking on, questioning. His own were clear and mirrored the same desire I felt as he stared boldly back at me. The excitement in his eyes was enough to spur me onward, so I dipped my head and lapped at the glistening drop that had formed at the tip. He jumped to life beneath my tongue and the warmth of my lips as I covered him in soft kisses and teasing strokes. I explored every inch of him: the head, the shaft, the surrounding sensitive skin. "Did he know?" I wondered to myself. Could he feel my excitement? My entire body strained toward his. I wanted nothing more at that moment than to rip off the remaining clothing that separated us and drive him fully, deeply inside of my warmth and wetness again and again until...

Silently, I cursed our insanely bad timing. No matter. This would suffice- for now. I allowed one set of lips the pleasure I had to deny the other and drew him in further to the warmth of my kisses. His sharp intake of breath as I reached the base of his shaft made it so much harder to maintain my slow, gentle pace. I wanted to draw this out, to tease him to full awareness, but I was shaking with a desire that would no longer be easily contained. I felt my fingers dig into the smooth skin of his side in an effort to still the tremors betraying the depth of my longing to feel him inside me. I felt him grow even firmer in my mouth as my lips slid up and down the length of his shaft. His breath came faster now; his hands gripped my shoulders, his thighs tensed beneath me.

Every effort he made to control himself only drove me onward in my intent to feel him lose that control. I drew my lips in tighter, more firmly around him, sucking him deeper into my mouth and down my throat. A somewhat unintelligible sound- part whisper, part groan- floated down to me then. A warning perhaps? His impending release didn't turn me off though, quite the opposite in fact. The thought of being able to make him come shot straight through to my core, and I felt myself get wetter still, the warmth within me almost painful now. I continued pulling him into my mouth, sucking harder, feeling his head slide along the back of my throat each time my lips reached the base of his shaft. My fingertips pressed firmly into his side offered encouragement I couldn't voice.

Finally, finally it was enough. His entire body stiffened beneath me and his release spilled out with each spasm. I slowed my pace then, mindful of his sensitivity, and drew out every well-deserved drop, lapping him dry before allowing him to fall away from me. Somewhere between ragged breaths he pulled me back upward, his lips met mine, and he kissed me until his heartbeat slowed and his breathing returned to some semblance of normalcy. As I felt my own heartbeat slow with his, I quieted the voice within me, still clamoring for her own release. There would be a time for that... soon enough.

To be continued...



Office Affair



"So, Mark, read the brief?" Vickers is looking keenly at me. He's one of the senior managers and I'm sat in his office. 

I nod. "Sounds interesting."

"But hopefully not TOO interesting, eh?" says Vickers, joshing me. I shoot him a grin - I've passed my exams and qualified (a lawyer now!) and this is the first time I'm to be let loose with 'in charge' responsibility away from the office. A fraud investigation and me and a couple of juniors are going in to do some prep before the big boys get involved. We'll be there a week. Company is out of town, so it's a hotel gig, starts Monday morning and it's now Friday afternoon. Bit of a rush to get ready. "Okay, so away you go," says Vickers. "I'll pop out middle of the week and check how we're doing. Happy with your team? Emma and Ken?"

"Sure," I tell him, which is true enough. 

Emma Mills, that's good, that's very good. She's a hottie - the best looking girl in the firm by miles. Emma Mills is fucking gorgeous! Every guy from the senior partner to the janitor fancies the pants of her. Me, I'm about in the middle, and I'm totally no exception. I fancy the pants off her. I've got a girlfriend and she's pretty and I like her, but if Emma is ever interested ... well let's just say so am I. A week in close proximity to Ms Mills? Four nights in the same hotel? Yep, I'll take it. Chance to really get to 'know' her if you take my drift. 

And zero male competition because I've also got Ken. No intention of getting to know him any better than I already do, which is depressingly well. Kenneth Longbottom. Oh god. Guy's a joke. Must be at least ten years older than me and still a junior for fuck's sake, failing his exams for about the hundredth time just as I'm passing them first go. Says it all, doesn't it? Bit of a sack he is too -- the sort you can bully around and rip the piss out of. Poor guy gets a hard time around the firm and I have to admit I'm one of the main tormentors. Can be quite entertaining.

There's time for a short meeting, the three of us, to get our ducks in a row, and it goes well. Goes very well. 

Emma's excited. She's 22, only been with the firm six months, and eager to shine. Way she looks, that's a slam dunk. She's shining alright. Hard to say which is more fabulous, the face or the body. Not that I can totally see her body, of course, but her outfit leaves no doubt she's the complete package. 

As I run through the essentials I pretty much ignore Ken and concentrate on Em. She really is a 24 carat babe. Girl's so fucking horny in her tight skirt I feel like jumping her there and then. And she knows I do, I can tell. 

Good. I want her to know it. 

What's even better is how it doesn't bother her, me looking at her the way I am. Fact, she's liking the attention. Emma Mills is one of those girls who's very comfortable with guys lusting after her. Encourages it even. Like how she keeps crossing and re-crossing her legs as I'm talking, letting her skirt ride up her thighs. Yeah, she knows exactly what she's doing with that, no question. Fine by me. More than fine. I glance down periodically, ogling her luscious pins, make it clear I'm enjoying the view. Old Ken's looking too, although he's trying not to, which is funny. As if. Has the guy even been with a woman his whole life? Seriously doubt it. Brad Pitt he is not. 

"So, all set?" I say, wrapping up. 

"Sure, Mark. I'm looking forward to it," says Emma. I like the knowing way she's grinning at me. 

"Kenneth?" I say, still looking at Emma. She's idly fingering a button on her blouse. It's a spectacular view already with the top three undone ... 'Melons' is one of her nicknames with the guys ... if she pops this one too, oh jesus. But she doesn't. She leaves the button and turns to look at Ken. What a fucking tease! I've heard she does get off on toying with guys, loves them panting over her, but I'm praying she's not JUST a cock-teaser. Shit, I already want to nail this sexy little bitch so bad I can hardly think straight! I'm also looking at Ken now. "Ken, you okay?" I prod. 

"Err ..." The clown is rifling through his notes, thinking I want an intelligent question. I roll my eyes for Emma's benefit and she sniggers. 

"Just 'Yes, Mark' will do fine," I snap at the guy, enjoying playing the bossman in front of Emma Mills. 

He stops fumbling with his papers and goes a bit red. "Sorry. Yes, Mark. All set."

"Okay, so see you at the station Monday. Bright and early - we're on the 8:37."

*

All goes swimmingly. First thing, when we've met up, is I explain about expenses. We've got a maximum for the week, I tell them, and the best way, rather than divvy up, is I'll pay for everything and do one big claim at the end. I've already got our tickets, I say. 

They're both cool with this. Wouldn't matter if they weren't since I'm running the show. 

Then the snag. A little wheeze I've come up with to get some time alone with Emma. The budget's only enough for two of us to travel first class, I say, and I ask for a volunteer to go second, staring at Ken. He gets the message and puts his hand up. "Me then, I guess." 

I give him his ticket and a pat on the back. "Ken, you're a prince," I say, grinning at Emma who's trying not to laugh. I feast my eyes on her for a moment. Her travel attire is super-tight blue jeans, little suede boots, skimpy tee-shirt, leather jacket. She looks fantastically fuckable.

Check my watch -- 8:15. "Anybody fancy a quick coffee?"

"Not for me, thanks," says Ken. 

"I'd love one," says Emma. "Didn't have time this morning. Overslept. Only just about managed to shower and get dressed." 

Cue visions of her naked, soaping herself under a jet of warm water. The mischievous look she tosses in my direction says she knows exactly what's going on in my head. In Ken's too, no doubt, but her sexy, insinuating smile is 110% for me. 

She's definitely decided to flirt with the boss! 

And Ken? Big fat zero for him, I'm afraid. Poor guy is getting ignored again by a drop-dead gorgeous girl. Apart from just now ... this 'volunteering' business ... she's barely looked at him since we got here. 

"Okay, you and me then, Em," I say, fishing a note from my wallet. I glance over at the Starbucks. There's a queue. Good. I don't bother looking at Ken, just wave the money in his direction. "Do the honours, Kenny, there's a good chap. Coffee for the first class passengers." That makes Emma giggle. 

Ken takes the cash. He really is pathetic. You can treat him like shit and he just takes it. Dork. "Er, haven't you forgotten something?" I say, as he makes to go. 

"Umm ... have I?" 

"Yeah, you have. How do you know what sort of coffee?" 

"You're cappuccino no sugar, Mark, aren't you?" he chirps. Which is bang on, I have to admit. Guess he's fetched me one so often from the office machine that he's got it hard-coded. 

"And Emma? Doesn't she count around here?" I say, winking at Em. 

Ken looks suitably embarrassed. "Ah, okay. Sorry." 

"Don't say sorry to me, Ken. It's Emma you need to be apologising to." Emma is finding this very amusing, I can tell from the look in her eyes, but she's keeping a straight face.

Silence.

"So go on then. Tell her you're sorry and ask her what she wants."

"Um, I'm sorry, Emma. What would you like?" 

Emma's fighting back the giggles. "Well let me see," she muses, finger on chin, taking her time. "I think what I'd really love right now is a skinny double macchiato decaf with two sugars and a nice big dollop of whipped cream on top. How's that?" 

"Okay," he mumbles, setting off again. It's fucking hilarious. 

"Er, Ken?" I call him back. "D'you wanna maybe just repeat that back to her? You know, make sure you've got it." 

He does, says the whole thing back to Emma and he gets it correct as it happens. There's a problem, though. "You've forgotten the most important bit!" Emma announces, chiding him. Ken looks confused. "Shot of vanilla. I said that, Ken, didn't I? Sure I did." She turns to me. "I did say with a shot of vanilla, Mark, didn't I?" 

"Yeah, Em, definitely. Shot of vanilla. C'mon, Kenny, wake up! Want you on-the-ball this week." 

"Okay." Ken doesn't want to argue. Very wise. We finally let him trot off and join the Starbucks queue. 

Both of us crease up when he's gone. "Poor guy!" giggles Emma. "That was a bit naughty of us, Mark, wasn't it?" 

I grin at her. "Yeah, guess so. He's such a total twat, though."

When Ken returns we don't break off our conversation, Emma and I, we just put our hands out for the drinks. Emma takes a sip ... "Mmm, lovely!" ... and then she asks whether she can send him back to get her a chocolate muffin. She really fancies one, she says. 

"Sorry, Em, train's going in five minutes," I tell her. 

"Okay, never mind then," she puts on a sulky pout. "My fault. Should have asked for one before." 

"Or maybe our Ken here should have asked you," I say, looking daggers at the poor sod. 

"Yeah, why didn't you ask me, Kenny?" ... Emma looks rather pissed off with him too now ... "If you'd remembered to ask whether I wanted a chocolate muffin with my coffee I'd have definitely said yes." 

"Um, sorry, Emma," he mutters. Can you believe the guy? God. 

"Apology accepted, Ken," she smiles. "But try and do better in future, okay?" 

"Okay, Emma." 

"Yeah, Kenny, on your toes, we're looking for a good performance from you on this job," I cut in. 

"I'm really sorry, Mark," says Ken, looking sheepish. Also a bit scared, me being the boss. 

I stare at him as if about to deliver a serious tongue-lashing. "Okay. Least you're admitting you screwed up. Guess that's something," I say, finally. His relief is palpable. 

"Doesn't get Emma her muffin, though, does it? You being sorry?"

Emma's just about losing it. "You bastard!" she mouths at me. Egging me on. 

"And you really fancied one, Em, didn't you?"

She nods gravely. "Yes, I so did. If only he'd thought to ask me."

"Don't worry, our Ken here will be making it up to you, I promise." 

Emma raises an eyebrow. "Oh really?" she says, a glint in her eye. 

"Yeah. Really." Glint in my eye too. "Anyway, look, Kenny, chance to redeem yourself ..." and I give him the task of looking after our suitcases from now until the hotel. 

"Great, Mark!" he pipes, unbelievably. Ken's a fat lump, totally out of shape, and he wheezes a bit getting them on the trolley, especially Emma's which is easily the biggest. 

"Mainly clothes, Ken," she confesses as he's struggling with it. "You know how us girls are." 

"Not sure he does, Em, no," I can't resist. "Don't think our Kenneth's an expert on that subject. I mean, look at him, not exactly every woman's dream, is he?" Ken Longbottom is a seriously ugly guy, it has to be said. Face like a potato. 

"Mark, don't be so cruel!" giggles Emma, meaning the exact opposite. The bitch is getting as big a kick as I am from being mean to Ken and it's clear the two of us are going to have a lot of fun this week at the poor bastard's expense. 

He's finally got the bags on the trolley and we're ready to go. 

"Come on, let's not miss it." I give Ken a slap on the backside then Emma and I walk off ahead of him towards the train. We stroll down the platform sipping our coffees, Ken in behind and pushing the trolley. I look back and I catch him staring at Emma's ass - can't blame him either, the way it's undulating in the spray-on denim she's wearing. Yeah, sexy bitch is flaunting it, no question. Knows exactly what she's got going on with these jeans. 

I lean in and tell her that Ken is drooling. Emma smirks and turns to see for herself. "Oh my god, what a perv!" she giggles. She starts wiggling her peachy ass around even more. Poor Kenny is mesmerised! 

It's a great enough scenario but it gets better because Emma slips her free hand into mine. "Hey, Mark, let's make Ken really really jealous this week," she whispers. 

Music to my ears! 

Why? Well, because I sense from how she says it that Emma Mills is going to let me fuck her. Dunno whether it's down to her fancying me, or me being her boss, or even just she's decided hooking up with me will be a fun way to torture Ken. Don't know and I don't care. 

So, we walk hand in hand the rest of the way. Couple of times I look round and grin at Ken. Yes, he does look jealous. Very. 

I get an urge to do more than hold hands. What I feel like doing is slipping my arm around Emma's waist, maybe give her buttocks a squeeze too, and I almost do that. She'd like it, I reckon. Thing is, though, I'm not 110% certain she would - perhaps she'd rather take things a bit slower -- and I don't want to run the risk. I'm looking forward to fucking this gorgeous bitch more than anything I've looked forward to my entire life and I'll kill myself if I blow it. I decide to let Emma make the running as regards her and me. I'll take my cues from her.

We give Ken a little wave as we disappear into our carriage, leaving him to truck along the platform on his own (with the trolley) till he reaches the second class section.

*

We settle into our seats and get comfortable. There's loads of space in first class and the journey is very enjoyable. For me and Em it is, anyway. Doubt Ken's liking it too much. I spend most of the time chatting Emma up and she responds -- she really flirts me back. We occasionally have a bit of a giggle thinking about Ken, back there with all the cases, but apart from this we forget about him until the announcer says we'll be arriving in a few minutes.

"So ... hope Ken can get the bags off the train," muses Emma. 

"Fucking better do," I say. "Think I should phone him, baby?" Calling her 'baby' shows how well me and Em have got on during this train ride. We're extremely into each other now. 

Emma nods. "Yeah, honey, reckon you should. Don't want all my 'stuff' going astray, do we?" There's a teasing smile on her lips because she's been telling me about the clothes she's packed. She intends dressing pretty damn hot this week and my head is full of images of Em in her sexy gear. Some wet-dream outfits she's chosen by the sounds of it! God, just hearing her describe them was enough to make my dick super-hard. And Emma did describe them, believe me -- all of them, one by one. Every last detail. Oh fuck. The girl really is quite naughty.

I call Ken's mobile, ask him if things are okay, has he got the bags under control bla bla? He assures me he has. Yep, he'll see us on the platform. Nope, he won't move till we find him. Yes Mark, no Mark, three bags full Mark. 

"Okay cheers, Kenny boy." It's amusing calling a guy who's tons older than me 'boy'. Emphasises how I'm the boss and he's a failure. Rubs the poor cunt's nose in it. 

Emma thinks it's funny too. "So, is 'Kenny boy' gonna be okay with our suitcases?" she asks. 

"Yeah, he is."

"Our hero," she smirks. "And did he enjoy the journey?" 

"Not as much as we did, baby," I chuckle. 

"Guess second class is rather ... err ... second class," says Emma. 

"Poor chap couldn't get a seat apparently. Really crowded. Had to stand the whole three hours. Can you imagine, Em?" 

Emma laughs. "Oh no. The poor thing! And here's us with all this room." 

It's true. We've had a compartment pretty much to ourselves, spent most of the journey reclining opposite each other across two seats. Emma's still in this position now. 

"Life's not fair, is it, honey?" she giggles and she treats herself to a last luxurious stretch, arms together and over her head. She's been doing this periodically throughout and what always happens is that her tee-shirt (1) slides up her torso exposing several inches of tanned and toned belly, and (2) gets pressed tight to her bra-less breasts which jut and thrust, nipples and all, against flimsy cotton. Either (1) or (2) is quite sufficient to drive a guy crazy, but both together? ... oh sweet jesus.

So it's one more for the road, as it were, and sure enough my tongue is hanging out again. I'm just about coming in my pants, for christ's sake! 

Emma knows exactly what she's doing, of course. She's been teasing me senseless on the train and loving every minute of it. Bitch is laughing at me now, for instance, how I'm going nuts staring at the outline of her fabulous jugs ... yeah, the little minx is lapping it up. She stares ostentatiously at my crotch -- there's an obvious bulge! -- and she licks her lips. "Later, Mark honey, later," Emma giggles. Seeing there's no-one around she playfully sticks her tongue out at me, then ever-so-slowly pulls her shirt up and gives me an eyeful. God, I want her so bad when I see her naked breasts I'm almost dying. Cock's gonna fucking explode! It's actually a relief, sort of, when she pulls her top back down. 

Girl is SUCH a fucking cock-tease! 

And I don't mind because I know I'm gonna have her - she's told me this now, straight up. Told me on the train. We're gonna fuck like rabbits, me and Em, this week. Yeah, we are! Therefore no, all this cock-teasing is totally cool. Fact, I love it. Just heightens my anticipation (and hers, I sense), makes the whole thing between her and me even more unbelievably horny. As does us having poor Kenny Longbottom around to torment. 

Yep, yours truly and the luscious, pouting Emma Mills are gonna have a whale of a time this week, no question! 

*

We take a cab to the hotel. Ken sits in front with the driver and me and Em cosy up together at the back. It's a ten minute ride - any longer and I'd be in trouble because Emma gives my cock some grade A feminine attention. She rests her hand in my lap and she teases my hard-on through my pants, softly fingering the bulge, squeezing it a little then stopping, starting again, stopping ... all the time chatting away as if nothing's happening. She has me on the brink of spunking half the time but never quite pushes me over the edge. It's torture! I can't even groan or move around, have to just sit and suffer in silence. Neither Ken nor the driver have a clue what the sexy little bitch is doing. 

She's gonna get the fuck of her life tonight, I can tell you that! I'd love to nail her right now, actually, but we're expected at the company in less than an hour.

We check in (Ken handing luggage duties over to the porter) -- three basic rooms not including breakfast have been pre-booked by the firm. Skinflints. Good news, though, I tell the team. I've done some calculations and concluded there's room in the budget for an upgrade. We have a choice, I say. Either we all upgrade to 'superior' but with no breakfast, or if one of us agrees to not upgrade at all that'll mean the other two can go for superior rooms AND including breakfast. Emma can decide, I say. 

"Me?" 

"Sure, Em. Why not? What do you reckon?"

Emma ponders for a moment then turns to Ken. "What do YOU think, Kenny?" 

"Well, all of us going superior but no breakfast ... that sounds fairest?" He's surprised and pleased to be consulted. 

Emma nods. "It does, doesn't it? Yes, definitely." 

"Great!" says Ken. 

Emma smiles, picks up her laptop - looks like it's agreed. Then she has second thoughts. "Thing is, I do rather fancy the breakfast," she muses. She looks at Ken and then at me. "Oh god, Mark, this is sooo difficult!" 

"Up to you, Em. Just say." 

She considers the matter and makes up her mind. "Okay, I really like having breakfast so I'll take an upgrade." 

"Fair enough," I say. "And the other upgrade? Me or Ken for that?" 

She grins at me. "Well, we can't have the boss in the worst room, can we?" 

I'm grinning too. Only person who isn't is Ken. He's not the sharpest tool in the box but he's worked out from this little exchange that he's stuck with the 'basic room no breakfast' package. "I'm sorry, Ken," says Emma, not looking sorry at all. 

"Um, s'okay, Emma," he mumbles, poor guy. 




Office Affair



We check in ("Yes, upgrade for Mr Reynolds and Ms Mills please. Mr Longbottom? No, he's happy with basic") and I say to meet back in the lobby in half an hour. 

"That long enough for you to get out of those tight jeans, Em?" I flirt. 

"Have to be, Mark, won't it?" she giggles.

She's slightly late coming down, keeps Ken and I waiting a few minutes. Forget that, though, because she looks amazing. She's put her hair up -- very businesslike -- and she's wearing a form-fitting pencil skirt, cut on the knee. Matching jacket, white silk blouse with just a hint of cleavage, ultra-sheer tights and heels. Make-up is restrained, touch of red lipstick on her full lips, fingernails painted also red. 

Longing stares from every guy in the lobby (including me and Ken) as Emma comes across to where we're sitting. She's aware of all the male attention, playing up to it with how she's walking. It's a teasing, 'I know you guys wanna fuck me but sorry, no chance, yeah I realise you're all lusting, and I love it, but you can't have me' ... kind of a walk. Course, there's one guy there who WILL be getting to fuck the hot little bitch, isn't there? Yeah! 

Emma gets to us and puts her laptop down on the floor, treating Ken and I to a peep down her blouse. We get a glimpse of luscious breasts encased in a skimpy white lace bra. Oh god. "Okay, guys?" she grins. Doesn't even bother apologising for being late. Knows she's worth waiting for. 

"Ms Mills, you look stunning," I tell her. 

"Why thank you, kind sir!" Emma smiles and pouts and strikes a sexy pose. "Thought I ought to wear something nice for day one." 

I happen to know she'll be wearing something even 'nicer' on days two, three, four and five. Where 'nice' here means 'designed to drive men wild!'

This look she has now, though, it's bang on target. Sexy and sophisticated, not easy for a 22 year old girl to pull off, but she's definitely done it. I give her the full ogle. "Yeah, nice, that's one way of putting it. But I'd more say totally fucking gorgeous!" 

Em giggles. The girl just loves hearing stuff like that. And she's used to it. 

"Isn't that right, Ken?" I say. "Doesn't Em look utterly gorgeous?" He's gone red. Embarrassed. 

"Doesn't she, Ken?" 

Kenny's really blushing now. "Um, yes," he manages. 

"Yes what?" I snap. 

"She looks g-g-gorgeous." Poor guy's started to stutter. Must be stress. 

"No, Kenneth, not just plain g-g-gorgeous. She looks UTTERLY g-g-gorgeous is what we agreed, didn't we?" Ken nods. "Right, so tell her then. You want to hear it, Em, don't you?" 

"Yes, I'd really love that," grins Emma. "A girl likes to get compliments. Especially from men who find her attractive."

"There you go, Ken, see? Emma knows you find her attractive and she wants to hear you say it. Tell her ... tell Em she's looking utterly gorgeous." 

Poor guy has to do it. "Um, Emma, you're l-l-looking utterly g-g-gorgeous." He tries to look at Em's face while he's saying this but he can't - ends up looking at her feet. Stutter seems to have got worse too. 

Em's giggling and looking at me with an expectant 'okay, what next?' expression. She wants to carry on tormenting him. So do I -- it IS funny -- but there isn't time right now. "Attaboy, Kenny!" I say. "There ... wasn't so difficult, was it? Anyway, c'mon, let's get going, they're expecting us."

It's only a short walk to the company where we're working. We have a laptop each, plus a bag with all our papers and stationary and stuff in, so we don't have that much to carry. Emma has nothing to carry, in fact, (except her little handbag) because I suggest that Ken acts 'the gentleman' and takes her computer. He also has the bag, so he is slightly overloaded, I guess, but he can just about manage.

We get there and I handle the whole start-up thing. I introduce Emma as 'my colleague' and Ken as 'our assistant'. Which raises eyebrows with them since Ken is so much older than me (even more older than Emma). 

We get a quick guided tour of the premises (quite funny how Ken straggles along at the rear with two laptops plus bag ... really does look like 'the assistant') and then our contact, this middle-aged accountant guy called Phil, shows us where we'll be based for the week. It's great. We've got our own office with all the facilities. 

The door has a lock and I explain to Phil that the nature of what we're doing means privacy is paramount. He already knows this, it seems, and he gives me the key, assuring me it's the only one. "Cheers, I'll give it back before we leave on Friday," I tell him. 

Rules are that the door will be locked at all times whether we're in or out. Nobody goes in apart from us -- if we want to see or talk to anyone we'll either ring through or come out. Shouldn't be much of that, provided we have full computer access to the company's systems. "Sure thing, Mark," says Phil. "And we've also put all the relevant files in here for you guys ... you know, invoices, contracts, all that stuff."

"Oh and the bathrooms are just around the corner," he adds. "Left out of the room, turn right for the gents, left for the ladies." 

He gives Em another lingering look on 'ladies'. He's been trying not to make it too obvious that he's drooling but I can tell and so can Emma. Needless to say, all the guys at the company were ogling her like crazy during our tour. "Thank you, Phil," she pouts, giving the poor guy a little flirt. We know what old Phil's going to be thinking about for the rest of the week, don't we? Bet he's already racking his brains for ways he can maximise his sightings of the delectable Ms Mills. Sorry pal, I'm thinking, the interaction's gonna be strictly minimal. 

"Okay, so see you later," says Phil, exiting. 

"Yeah, thanks Phil," I say. I close the door and lock it. "Right, you two, let's get started!"

*

First things first -- lunch. I send Kenny out for sandwiches. Has he got enough cash, I ask. Yes he has, but it'll clean him out. Well that's okay then, isn't it? I tell him. 

The order is simplicity itself, we all want a 'BLT' (bacon, lettuce and tomato). 

When he's gone and I've locked the door, Em lets me kiss her. Nothing too raunchy, just a nice snog, but it still gives me quite a hard-on. I get about ten minutes of this until there's a knock and Kenny's back with the BLTs. We break off snogging -- which I don't find easy, believe me -- and I'm about to let him in when Emma points out I've got traces of lipstick on my face and neck. Ah right. I pull a tissue but she stops me, says it'll be fun to watch Ken's expression when he sees it and knows we've been kissing. 

"Yeah, make him jealous, right?"

"Right," she grins. 

It works a dream. I open the door and Ken's face when he sees me is a picture. He'd be green if he weren't white and pasty. So funny! I'm picturing a whole ton of this 'make Ken jealous' stuff during the rest of the week. Have loads of suggestions which I can't wait to run by Emma. Bet she's got a few of her own too -- 'MKJ' was her idea in the first place, after all. 

She's pointing at my face now. "Mark, honey ... lipstick," she giggles. "Whatever will Ken here think of us?" She roots in her bag and passes me a mirror. 

I grin at her, then at Ken. "Whoops," I say, mock-sheepishly. Now I do use a tissue and wipe it away. "Sorry, Kenny," I say, shrugging at him in a 'well, you know how it is' kind of way. 

Course, he DOESN'T know how it is, does he? No. That's the point.

We sit round the table in the middle of the room to eat the sandwiches. "Hey, good boy, Kenny, these look great!" I say, unwrapping mine. Ken kind of nods. He's got his one out of the packet now. They really do look nice, these BLTs. 

"God, I am hungry!" says Emma, unwrapping hers too. 

"Probably because you didn't get your muffin this morning." I say, glint in my eye. 

Yeah, that's it, I reckon." She throws Ken a mean look. "And we never really punished him properly, Mark, did we? You know, for not getting me one."

"Nope. We didn't."

Me and Em look at each other for a moment. Should we give the wretched guy a break and just eat lunch? Let me check with her. "Do you wanna punish him now, babe?" I ask. 

If Ken had any doubt that me and Em are now an item, that 'babe' has removed it. 

Emma ponders for a second. Ken's kind of fingering his BLT, wanting to start eating but sensing he'd better wait till she's pronounced. She finally does and it's bad news for Ken. "It's not that I WANT to punish him, honey, it's just I think we probably should. You know, so he learns." 

The bitch is merciless! 

"Okay, sure, baby. So how should we do that?" I'm intrigued as to what she'll come up with. It turns out to be pretty brilliant. 

"Well, what I'm thinking, honey, is ... I missed breakfast 'cos of him, right?"

"Yeah, baby, no muffin. Scandal."

"Okay, so how about he misses lunch? That's fair, Mark, isn't it?"

"What, tomorrow?"

"No, honey, today. Now."

I hold up my BLT. "But we've already got lunch, baby." 

Emma grins. "Yeah ... but we haven't started eating it, have we?" True. We haven't. 

"Ah, so we split Ken's between us, that what you mean, Em? Not sure I want another half a BLT. They're pretty big ones." 

"No, me neither," says Emma. "What I mean is that Ken throws his away instead of eating it." 

Ken's shaking his head. "Mark, I'm h-h-hungry. I haven't eaten all day." 

I look at Em and she gives a little shrug -- 'tough titty' is what it's saying. 

"Sorry, Ken, lunch is off," I tell him. "There's a bin over there."

"But M-M-Mark ..." 

"Bin!" I snap, pointing at it. Ken lumbers up from the table and goes to ditch his sandwich. Poor bastard. "Kiss it goodbye first, if you like," I call over. Ken's not sure if I'm serious, so he takes no chances and he does -- he gives his BLT a wistful little kiss before dropping it in the bin. 

Emma can't believe this. "Oh my god," she giggles, cracking up. 

He comes back to the table and we make him sit there and watch us eat lunch. I wolf mine down, it's gone in no time, but Em eats hers very slowly, relishing each mouthful. "Mmm, this is so yummy," she keeps saying. She picks out bits of bacon and waves the food under Ken's nose, tantalises the poor guy, before popping it into her mouth. At one point, a small piece of tomato falls out of her sandwich onto the table. "Oops," she says, looking down. She leaves it there till she's finished ... "that was just delicious!" ... then she starts poking it around with her finger. "Would you like this tomato, Kenny?" Emma pushes it in his direction, making it crystal clear she wants a yes. Ken duly nods. Emma winks at me. "Ask me nicely then," she tells him. 

Think she's realised (after that 'kissing his BLT goodbye' business) just how helpless Kenny is and she's decided to really enjoy herself. Such a bitch, she is! 

"P-P-Please, Emma, m-m-may I have the tom-m-m-mato?" God, she's got the guy actually begging her for this tiny bit of tomato. Unbelievable. 

"Pretty please?" she taunts. 

"P-P-Pretty p-p-p-p-please." His stammer's getting worse and worse! 

"Okay, here you go," she grins and she flicks the tomato in his direction. It goes on the floor, unfortunately. Ken stoops to pick it up. "No, use your mouth," orders Emma. "More efficient." So he gets down and he kind of licks this tomato mess off the floor. It's quite a sight. Emma's wetting her knickers and so am I. "Okay, good," snaps Em. "Now, back to the table!" She's talking to him like he's a dog now. Ken obeys. Has to, he knows, but I can tell from his shamed expression that he hates himself for letting me and Emma (and especially Emma) treat him like this. "Was that nice, Kenny, that tomato?" she inquires. 

"Um ..." Poor guy doesn't know what to say. 

I decide to chip in -- join the fun. "You're too good to him, baby, you know that?" I need to keep amusing and impressing Em with what a bastard I can be. More I do that, the more she likes me, I've noticed. 

"Yes, I know," she nods. "He was meant to be missing lunch, Mark, wasn't he?" 

"Could do with skipping a few meals too - fat bastard!" I smirk. 

"Should we put him on a diet?" Em wonders. 

We agree to discuss this later because there's a job to do and we need to get cracking!

*

We check our log-ons on one of the office PCs (no probs -- thanks, Phil) and generally sort ourselves out. It's a great set-up - they've done us proud. There's even a little kitchenette type area, kettle, coffee and tea, the works. As well as the table in the middle where we had lunch there are three nice big individual desks, one for each team member. 

Or perhaps not, because (as I explain) we need one of the desks to put our stuff on -- papers, stationery, phone and laptop chargers, this sort of thing. That's a task for Ken, to unpack our bag and lay the contents on the desk. "Keep it neat," I tell him as he's doing it.

We get settled into our respective places. "Cool," Em says, firing up her laptop. "Can you bring me over a pad, Ken?" she says. "And a pen." 

"Me too, Kenny, if you don't mind," I say. 

He does this and now he's kind of stood there, not sure what to do next. Emma and I spend a few minutes familiarising ourselves with the company's systems, chatting inconsequentially about this and that. Finally, there's a noise. It's Ken coughing in a bid for my attention. Guy's still standing there like a loose thread. "Oh hi, Ken," I say. "Sorry, mate, what do you want?" 

"Er, where am I sitting, Mark?"

"You'll be moving around depending on what you're doing, so you don't need anywhere permanent." 

"Um, okay. But what about now?" 

"Now? Why don't you sit back at the table over there? Just give me a second and we'll get together. I need to run you guys through the plan, how we're splitting the work etc." 

Off he goes. Looking just slightly happier. 

The 'second' ends up being more like two hours, during which time Emma and I carry on what we were doing - surfing around on our laptops and discussing various facets of the job. She's a very bright girl, Emma, no doubt about that. Ken? He's just sat there at the table. Keeps glancing over, trying to catch my eye, but I ignore him. So does Emma. It's like he isn't there. 

Eventually, I look at my watch. "Shit, nearly five o'clock!" 

Emma looks surprised too. "Hey, Mark, aren't we meant to be getting the plan agreed before we leave today?" 

"Damn right," I say, "Ken, why didn't you remind me, for fuck's sake?" 

"S-S-Sorry, Mark."

"Yeah, so you're always saying. Good job Em's awake, isn't it? Hope I'm not gonna have to rely on her for everything this week." He looks down. Too ashamed to meet my steely gaze. 

"C'mon then, Em," I say, going over to join Ken. She follows and we're finally ready to talk 'plan'.

The work divides naturally into two types. There's the interesting, career-helping stuff (deciding on techniques and methods etc etc) and then there's what you'd call the 'grunt work', this being things like rooting out and checking invoices, filing, photocopying, all those sorts of menial but still necessary bits and pieces. With Ken being far and away more experienced than Emma, you'd expect that he'd be doing a lot of the category one work and she'd be stuck with the crap. Imagine the surprise, therefore, when this gets flipped around so that Emma gets all the good stuff and Ken the rest. Shouldn't be such a massive shock -- he's already been tagged as 'the assistant', let's face it -- but from their reactions it does seem to be. 

Ken's looking crestfallen. Even thinking about protesting. "But M-M-Mark ..." he starts up, preparing to whinge. 

"Yeah yeah, I know," I cut him off. "Doesn't seem fair. But Emma's one of the brightest trainees we have. It's important to develop her. Whereas you, well ..." I leave the thought unfinished. There's no need to say what he and I both know. The guy's a plank and he's been all but written off at the firm. In fact, Vickers has made it clear to Ken (and I got told this too) that if he doesn't get a decent appraisal report from me for this job he'll be out on his ear. So he needs to really try and impress. Maybe that's why he thinks twice about complaining and goes quiet. 

And Emma? She's absolutely delighted! So much so that she blows me a big kiss. This, plus the very cute way she's looking at me, tells me I'll be getting my reward later on. Oh god, can't wait! 

I decide to make things even better for her. Looking at Ken, I say, "And also -- just thinking on my feet here -- maybe what we do is adjust the team structure, make it so I'm still in charge overall but Emma runs things as regards the actual work. Be good to give her some supervisory experience." 

I pause to let this sink in. 

Emma gets it straightaway, of course. Like I say, brainy girl. She's even more chuffed with the arrangement now. "Okay, Mark, so just to be clear - plan is that Ken works for me. I'm, like, his boss for the week," she grins. 

"Spot on, babe. I'll be keeping overall tabs on things - the superboss, if you like -- but as far as Kenny goes you're his direct superior. Entirely up to you, Em, how you wanna play that."

"Understood?" I snap, turning to Ken. He nods. 

I haven't quite finished. "Oh and your appraisal ..."

This gets his attention.

"... be logical if Em does it. I'll sign it, obviously, so it's all official, but she'll be deciding your grade. Need at least a 3, don't you?" He nods again. This is what Vickers has said. We have five grades (running from 1 'excellent' to 3 'average' down to 5 'very poor') and Ken has to get a 3 on this job, else he's for the chop. Guy's under serious pressure. 

I glance at Emma. She's loving this! A sly smile spreads across her lovely face. "Hey, you'll still be doing MY appraisal, honey, won't you? ... you're still MY boss, right?"

"Yeah, baby, I'll be doing yours. No worries." Think we know what grade the gorgeous Emma Mills will be getting, don't we? SHE certainly knows.

"And what's that 'Kenny needs a 3' all about?" Emma's not been privy to this. It's meant to be confidential between me, Ken and Vickers. 

I fill her in and you should see the look in her beautiful big brown eyes as she processes this new information -- it's positively fiendish. Is she thinking what I'm thinking? You bet she is! She turns to Ken with a very wicked grin. "So ... Kenny ... looks like you'd better try your absolute best to please me, eh?" 

"Yes, Emma," he mumbles. He's in for a bad time and I guess he realises this. Absolutely nothing he can do about it either, poor bastard.

It's time to leave now. No way I want to be working late on the first day. We can leave all our stuff since the room is secure, so just a matter of me and Em logging out and we're good to go. Only thing that delays us slightly is Emma spots a speck of dust on one of her shoes - the left one. Neither I nor Ken can see it but she can -- it's definitely there, she says. 

"Would you mind dealing with it?" she asks Ken, pointing down at her shoe. 

Ken's bright enough to know it's not a question. It's an order from his 'boss' and so he'd better fucking do it or else. 

He fishes a tissue from his jacket pocket. "No need for that, Kenny," says Em. "I'd rather you used your tongue. Come on, I want it spotless when you've finished." Oh god, the girl is gonna make him grovel at her feet and lick her shoe! 

And she does. Poor fucker has to get down on the floor, hands and knees, and lick this 'dust' off Emma's left shoe. 

"And no looking up my skirt," she giggles. 

She keeps him at it for maybe five minutes and meanwhile Em just stands and chats to me about a few things she's finding interesting about how the company's records are set up. Sharp girl, she is. Not the reason I've arranged things this way, course not, but it probably makes sense that she's doing all the interesting and mentally challenging bits of the job. She's miles cleverer than old Ken.




Office Affair



Emma obviously wants to treat this -- Ken slobbering at her feet like he's her little pet dog -- as perfectly normal and I follow suit, I just stand there and chat with her about the job. I get a fright when I suddenly think about what might happen if somebody -- Phil? - comes barging in and sees this. Fuck, that could be trouble. Probably get reported back to Vickers. Might end up with me and Em in hot water. Ah but no, it's okay. The door's locked and I have the only key. Yeah, course. So we're cool. 

Maybe just me thinking about all this causes the knock on the door. Yes, it's Phil. 

"Mark? Can I pop in?" he's semi-shouting. Oh what a pain. 

"I'll open up in a second," I call. "Better get up, Kenny boy, we have a visitor," I say. Ken stops licking Emma's shoe and starts to lever up from the floor. God he's slow. I give him a kick up the arse. "C'mon, move it, you fat fuck!" 

Em lets out a little giggle. "Ouch!" she mimes. 

Once Ken is upright and stable I let Phil in. "Hiya," I say. 

"Yeah, so just wanted to catch you before you left today," says Phil. "Everything okay?" 

"Yep, all good," I grin. "We're well into it."

"Okay, excellent. Well you know where I am, right?"

"Sure, Phil. Thanks. Any problems and I'll let you know." I'd like for him to go. 

He's kind of dwelling around and I notice he seems to be looking at something which isn't me. I flick my eyes to check what it is -- it's Emma. She's gone and perched up on the edge of her desk and this pencil skirt she's wearing has slid a fair way up her thighs. She's got her legs crossed and she's swinging the top one back and forth with her shoe (the one Ken's been attending to, as it happens) kind of dangling half on and half off her foot. 

She's doing it just purely to tantalise this Phil character, I can tell. "Yes, thank you, Philip," she grins, all flirty. 

"I'll definitely come and see you if I need anything," she pouts. Oh for god's sake, Em. She's scratching a pretend itch now, right up under her skirt. 

Fuck, Em, stop it! -- it's funny and all how she's teasing the poor guy but I want to be off. Keen to knock this on the head and get back to our hotel. 

"My pleasure, Emma," he creeps. Old Phil is transfixed. Talk about drooling!

Emma picks up my distress signals. She slides off the desk and makes clear that she's ready to depart. Cue for Phil to say his goodbyes and see-you-laters. So ... at last! ... back to the hotel.

*

We walk back, me and Emma laughing and joking around together, Ken mute and tagging along. "Sorry about that, honey," she says. She isn't. 

"I thought the guy would never go," I smirk. "You're a fucking tease, Em. That's what you are." 

Emma giggles. "Yeah, bit naughty of me, I know. Just couldn't help myself." She slips her arm around my waist, under my jacket, and I reciprocate. "So, Marky Mark, am I a bad girl?" she says in a soft 'baby doll' voice. I can spank her later, she whispers. Oh god.

Since it's getting quite late we agree on a quick change then meet in the bar. We'll have dinner in the hotel restaurant.

Emma's and my 'superior' rooms are next to each other on the top floor, Ken's 'basic' affair is on the second. When the lift stops there, Em decides she wants to see Ken's room so we all hop out. 

"Gee, this is rather small," she laughs, checking out the boxy little space. "Just our bathrooms are bigger than this, Mark, aren't they?" 

"Well you get what you pay for, Em, don't you?" I say. 

"Yeah, guess so," she grins. "And I suppose it's perfectly okay for my assistant. Hey, am I also his boss outside of the office?" 

"Course, baby. All week. Told you that, didn't I?" 

She looks at Ken, who's sat on the bed listening. "Hear that, Ken? I'm your boss here too." Ken nods. 

"It's like I own you for the week, isn't it?" she giggles. 

He nods again. 

"My toy," she reaches forward and tickles under his chin, "... to play with however I want." 

"P-P-Please, Emma!" He's on the edge of tears, poor guy. Being utterly humiliated by a 22 year old girl. 

I break in. "C'mon, Em, let's go." She's tweaking Kenny's nose around now. It's hilarious but I'm getting hungry. 

"Okay, honey, sorry," she grins. "Yeah, let's go. Dinnertime!" "See you, Ken," she says, giving him a last nose-tweak -- a hard one, really jerks it around. 

"Yeah, see you down there, Kenny boy," I snigger, and I amuse Emma by finger-flicking Ken's ears and ruffling his hair before we leave. 

"Oh, don't bother changing, Ken," Emma calls back to him. "I like my assistants in suit and tie."

"But brush your hair, it's a fucking mess," I can't resist. It is just like Em said. Like he's our toy. It's exactly like that.

In the lift going up she suggests something which makes my heart sing. Also makes my dick hard because what it is, Em's suggestion, is that I move my stuff into her room. "Only need the one, honey, don't we?" she smiles. "And my bed's nice and big." Oh yeah! 

Takes me five minutes tops to do the transfer. Should we give Ken my room, I wonder? No, she says -- it's too good for an assistant. Time for a fuck before we go down? No, giggles Emma. Later. I can have sex with her after dinner. She lets me watch her shower and change, however, and that's a very horny spectacle, believe me. Jesus, what a body. It's out of this world!

Em loves me watching. She tells me to stay naked apart from my boxers (office rig off but shirt/chinos combo not yet on) while I do. Reason for this, she giggles, is she wants to see the effect she's having on my dick. 

She's not disappointed. The close-up view of her stripping naked, showering, towelling dry, then slowly dressing herself in bra and panties and little black dress ... rubbing lotion into her legs ... oh fuck! ... I'm going crazy with desire for her. Which she knows, the teasing little minx. By the time she's finished ("zip me up, baby") I'm a wreck. I'm sat there on the bed and my cock's on fire. I'm so hard my erection has popped my fly, it's sticking right out, totally on display. It's kind of throbbing. 

Emma gazes down in delight. "Oooo, you ARE a big boy, Marky, aren't you?" she chuckles. She bends over in front of me in the low-cut dress and reaches down and tickles my shaft with her fingers. 

"Oh god, Em," I groan and she grins, bites her bottom lip, and keeps stroking my cock, doing it very gently with one finger, running her finger up and down the shaft, driving me just utterly fucking wild. She brings her other hand into play and she softly handles my balls, weighs and squeezes and caresses them. 

And all the time her luscious tits are jiggling around in this sexy little dress right before my eyes. Oh fuck. 

The girl is skilful, knows exactly what she's doing. It's heaven! Hell too, because she won't let me come. Bitch is torturing me! 

Emma pouts, licks her lips, giggling herself silly now - she's revelling in this. She kneels down and takes me into her mouth, slides it slowly all the way in, suckles and sucks, then slides it out again. "Mmmm, SUCH a yummy cock you have, Mark honey," she purrs. 

She licks and nibbles at it for a while, carries on till I'm bucking and howling out. "Oh fuck, Em! ... oh god almighty! ... please, baby girl! ... please, Emma! ... please, baby!" 

Yeah, to say I want to forget dinner and fuck Emma Mills' brains out right here and right now is understatement of the century. 

But no dice. There's 'cock-teasing' and then there's what Em is doing to me here. We need another word for this. She gives my dick a little butterfly kiss, right on the tip, and stands up. "Later, honey," she whispers. "You can have me later." Later? Oh god, bring it on.

She gees me up. "C'mon get dressed, let's not keep poor Ken waiting. I'm hungry."

*

Ken's already down there, still in his office clothes as Em instructed. We join him - I sit next to Em with Ken opposite - and we order pre-dinner drinks. I have a beer, Emma has a campari soda, Ken has a tap water. "Watching the budget," I say, when I suggest he sticks to that. 

Guy brings the menus out to the table in the bar where we're sitting. He treats himself to a look down Emma's dress (no bra for Em this evening) and has a good ogle at her legs. Ken's snatching longing glances at her legs too (which amuses me no end). Trying to hide it, but he is. Em's legs do look unbearably sexy in her little short dress. Long and tanned and shapely, no tights or anything, the hint of lotion highlighting her smooth, flawless skin. She has them crossed and she's showing a teasing amount of thigh. God, I want to touch them! 

I tell Emma this, whisper in her ear how much I'd love to put my hand on her leg. "Sure, Mark, do it," she giggles. Oh yeah! I wait until I see Ken ogling again and then I put my hand on Em's thigh, right up close to where her dress finishes. Poor guy must know I'm gonna be fucking her later.

We sip our drinks as we study the menu. Emma seems extremely interested in what Ken likes food-wise, has quite a conversation about it, wants to know which course he tends to prefer when he eats out -- starter or main or pudding -- what his favourite dishes are, are any of his favourites on offer here etc etc? All friendly, she is, and Ken's starting to relax slightly. 

Turns out there ARE some things he really likes on the menu -- he's going to order prawn cocktail followed by the steak, he tells Emma. Then maybe treacle sponge and custard for pudding. 

"Sounds delicious," agrees Emma. "And how do you like your steak, Kenny? Medium?" No, well done. 

"Guess you're hungry," she smiles. "Only that tiny piece of tomato for lunch." 

"Sure am," says Ken, patting his stomach, risking a shy grin. 

I'm just listening to this and wondering where it's going.

Ken's been gobbling at the nuts on the table. "Stop it, Kenny, you'll ruin your appetite for dinner," Emma admonishes. 

"Sorry, Em!" There's the stupid little half-grin again. 

"It's Emma," she corrects him - quite sharply. 

"Right. Sorry, Emma." Grin is gone now. Thank god -- didn't suit him. 

"Put them over there," she points. "Out of the way so you're not tempted." Ken removes the nuts to another table, returns, and we chat for a while longer. The bar is quiet and we notice a periodic rumbling noise. It's Ken's belly. "Gosh, you ARE hungry, aren't you?" Emma laughs. He nods. Sure is. 

Em looks at me. "Okay, so Ken knows what he's having - how about you, honey?" 

I tell her I've decided, so let's order. 

I beckon the waiter -- different from the drinks guy but precisely the same as regards the drooling attention he gives Emma. She rewards him by flirting a little as she orders. She's having prawn cocktail followed by the steak. Rare, medium or well done? "Oh well done, please," she says, somehow making this sound sexy and suggestive. And can she order pudding now? "I'm not watching my figure tonight," she pouts. Fine, says the guy, who IS watching Em's figure - he's totally letching over her. "Okay, treacle sponge then," says Emma. "With custard." 

"You've talked me into it," she smiles at Ken, toying with him. He nods and smiles back, silly fucker. 

"You, sir?" The waiter has managed to drag his eyes away from Em and he's looking at me. 

"Exactly the same for me, please," I tell him, grinning at Emma. 

"And you?" Ken doesn't get a 'sir' for some reason. Wonder why. 

Ken puts his menu down and grins. "Right, well ..." 

"Oh, hang on a second!" Emma interjects, raising her hand in a 'stop' signal. "Sorry, can you give us a few minutes," she says to the waiter. 

"Sure, darling," he says and he trots off. He's so got the hots for Em! 

Ken's looking perplexed. 

"What, Em?" I ask her. 

She grins at me. "Well, just remembered ... we're gonna put old Fatty here on a diet this week, honey, aren't we?" 

"Oh yeah, right," I nod. "So, just you and me for dinner then, babe, is it?"

"Yes, honey. Not that I don't like being taken to dinner by two men but, you know, if Fatty's on a diet he can't exactly be having steak and fries and treacle pudding and stuff, can he?"

"No, guess not."

Poor Kenny is sat there looking utterly miserable. "B-B-But Mark, I have to eat something," he pleads. Stammer's back. God it's pitiful, it really is. 

I grin and point to Em. "Don't look at me, Fatso. Emma's your boss." 

He turns to her. "Emma, I h-h-have to, I'm r-r-really h-h-hungry." As if on cue his belly gives a couple of very loud growls. 

Emma chuckles. "So I hear! Okay ... just tonight, though." She retrieves the half empty bowl of nuts and places it in front of Ken. "You can finish these, you have my permission to eat every last one. But then it's back to your room, yes?" 

What an utter utter bitch! 

"We'll work your diet out as we go along," she informs him. "Kind of play it by ear. You'll thank us one day, Ken. Just think of the weight you'll be losing this week! Won't be quite so fat by Friday, will you?" 

He's almost crying. 

Emma grins at him. "Aw, come on, look on the bright side ... least me and Mark will get to eat your favourite dinner tonight!" 

"And no ordering any room service, Lardy boy, okay?" I throw in. 

"No, Mark," he mutters. 

"Because I'll know. Fact, if there's anything at all on your bill apart from the room when I'm settling up on Friday morning there'll be fucking hell to pay. You got that, Kenneth?" As I'm roasting him, I'm caressing Emma's bare, silky-smooth thigh, my fingers snaking up under her dress Yes, I think it's safe to say that it's much better being Mark Reynolds than Kenneth 'Fatty' Longbottom at this point. 

"Y-Y-Yes, Mark," 

"How about 'yes sir'," I snap.

"Yes s-s-sir."

Emma giggles. She loves that. "Honey, maybe you better confiscate his bank cards too. That way we know for certain he won't be sneaky and buy food when we're not around." 

"Yeah, nice one, Em," I grin. "Gimme!" I say, holding out my hand. Ken gets his wallet out and starts poking around in it. 

"The fucking wallet," I tell him. "So I see you're not cheating." I put it in my pocket. "You'll get it back at the end of the week." 

"How much cash do you have in your pockets, Ken?" Emma inquires. He just shakes his head. "Show me," she orders. It's a few coins. Emma collects them and gives then to me. "Anything in your room?" No, there isn't. 

"Perfect," she says. "We can totally ration him now, Mark, can't we?" 

"Yep," I chuckle. 

"All week," she grins. 

"Yep." 

Emma's face is evil. "Maybe if he, you know, pleases me in some extra-special way ... tries really really hard to keep his boss happy ... then he'll get to enjoy a little snack now and again." The girl is ruthless! 

She dismisses Ken. "Okay, Fatty, off to your room. I want to have dinner with hunky Mark. You can take the nuts with you." Poor Kenny picks up the bowl -- there's maybe a couple dozen salted peanuts left in there -- and shuffles out of the bar towards the lifts. We wait until we see him get in, and the doors close, then we just totally crack up. 

"Em, you are one fucking sadistic little bitch!" 

She's giggling so much she can't answer. 

"Wonder if the poor bastard's gonna be dreaming of steak and chips all night?" I muse. 

"And treacle sponge and custard!" she splutters. "Oh my god, what a scream! Mark, did you see his little face when he realised he wasn't getting any dinner? And then that 'sir' business, oh god, honey, that killed me! Maybe he should start calling you Sir at work ... what do you reckon?" 

"Why not?" I grin. 

Emma goes quiet for a second but there's a gleam in her eye which doesn't bode well for Ken. Is she planning to absolutely torture the poor cunt for the rest of the week? Yes, I believe she is.

I call the waiter back and explain that our friend is feeling ill so won't be joining us - just two for the restaurant. The guy gives me an envious look (he's been checking out Emma pretty much the whole time we've been sat here) and I have to say I don't blame him, don't blame him one iota. I'm about to have dinner with the sexiest piece he's ever laid eyes on and then I'm going upstairs to bang her gorgeous little brains out! I order the wine (bottle of house red) and can't resist a smirk in his direction as I walk arm-in-arm with Emma towards the restaurant. You can look -- fact, please do -- but I'll be doing all the touching. Sorry, mate.

*

Dinner is great - although I admit my mind is mainly on what's going to happen after! 

There's her dress for one thing. It's dangerously low-cut and I can't help but ogle her fabulous tits. Ditto our waiter, yet another guy now, who comes over rather more than is strictly necessary. Annoys me a little, this does, but Em likes it so I don't say anything. Any case, the guy she's mainly flirting with and teasing throughout the meal is me, so I'm happy enough. 

When I say 'teasing' I mean exactly that. Emma has her foot in my lap, under the table, and she has herself a ball tickling my dick with her toes. She slips her shoe off so she can really get into it - little minx keeps me hard as a rock right through from prawn cocktail to treacle sponge (with custard)! 

When we're almost finished, Emma fishes her phone from her bag and calls Ken to tell him, (1) how "delish" our dinner was, and (2) no, Kenny boy, don't watch television because she wants a 2000 word essay entitled 'the importance of doing what Empress Emma tells me' by first thing tomorrow morning. "Well, get some paper from the hotel, then," she snaps. "Yes, Fatty, by tomorrow morning. No excuses. Bye." 

"What a lemon!" she laughs. 

"Er, who's this Empress Emma?" I wonder. 

She gives a sly grin. "Well, you know. You're going to be 'Sir' so I figured it'd be nice if I had a title too."

"Ah."

"It's okay, honey, isn't it? ... if I make him call me Empress?" 

"Course, baby." 

"I AM his absolute ruler, after all," Em giggles, looking gleeful. God, I really don't envy Ken for the rest of the week. Poor bastard. Or tonight for that matter. No food and now, it appears, not much sleep either -- it's late and he's about to tuck into a 2000 word essay. 

Bet he'd rather be tucking into Emma Mills, which is what I'm about to do. 

Isn't it? 

Yes -- she wants to go upstairs now. "C'mon, honey, I want you," she pouts. "Get the tab."

She snogs my face off in the lift going up and I respond. Her hands go everywhere and so do mine. She presses herself against me and I feel her hot little body through the thin material of her dress. "Oh god, Em," I grunt and I squeeze her ass, grind my pulsating erection against her belly. 

She gets a hand in there and fondles me through my pants. "Mmm, loving this big cock, honey," she breathes in my ear, caressing my growing bulge. Top floor, so it takes a while -- by the time the doors open I'm simply gagging for it! 

Emma knows I am and she's enjoying herself. "Do you want me, Marky?" she's giggling, taunting me, as we get to our door. "Do you wanna take me to bed and make love to me?" 

I don't bother answering -- is it an actual question? -- I just fling the door open and drag her inside. 

"Take me, Mark. Take me, big boy," she pants. Oh fucking yeah! 

I rip her dress off -- yes, rip! -- and yank her knickers down and I throw the sexy bitch on the bed. Then I drop my pants and I jump on her. Only way it isn't rape is the girl isn't saying "no". What she's saying, or moaning rather, is "oh yeah, Mark, gimme that lovely sexy cock! - wanna feel it inside me - fuck me, Marky! - take me, you big horny bastard! - oh yeah, baby, fuck me! - fuck me fuck me FUCK ME!!!"

It's over Pretty Damn Quick. I ram inside Emma's dripping wet pussy (god, the horny bitch was ready!) and pump her and then I explode into the biggest orgasm of my life. 

Em orgasms too. She loves being fucked like that, she tells me as we're lying there afterwards. 




Office Affair



"Like what, baby girl?" 

"You know, kind of almost raped," she purrs. "Like, I've teased the guy so much, and he wants me so bad, that he just goes bananas when I let him have me. Yeah, I love that." 

I grin at her. "Well I loved it too, baby. All the cock-teasing made the fuck better. Shit, if I hadn't got to have you, though, I'd have probably gone crazy." 

Emma giggles. "I know. Lucky boy, aren't you? Most guys I just tease and I never let them fuck me. I torture the poor things!" 

"Poor bastards," I chuckle. "God, Em, did you see how those waiters were looking at you? Talk about drooling!" 

Emma did notice, of course. "Mmm. Wishing they were you, honey, weren't they? Wishing they were my boyfriend." 

I really love hearing Em say that - 'boyfriend'. Oh yeah! 

"And Ken ... old Fatty Longbottom ... he's got the horn for you, babe, no question," I grin. 

This makes Emma giggle even more. "Oh my god, what a thought. Yuck! Hey, honey, just thinking, I'll be wearing a mini-skirt to the office tomorrow ..."

"Sounds sexy, baby. Can't wait!"

"Yeah, I know. And like you say, Fatso's got the total hots for me, so should I ... you know ... start teasing him a little?"

"Or a lot," I suggest -- my dick is hardening again. 

Emma's noticed and her hand snakes between my legs, starts fondling. "Mmm ... see my big boy likes the sound of that. He likes the idea of his sexy girlfriend wearing a tiny little mini-skirt to the office and teasing poor, frustrated old Ken. Likes the idea of the hot-looking girl who he's getting to fuck just deliberately tantalising and tormenting this other poor unfortunate chap." 

She's right. I do. Old Ken is totally sex-starved, I'm pretty sure of that, so imagine how a luscious little tease like Emma could make him suffer if she feels like it. And it appears she DOES feel like it. "I'll drive the poor thing crazy, honey, should I?" she giggles. 

"Baby, you can cock-tease him as much as you want," I grin. "You have my absolute 'superboss' permission." 

Gee, I can hardly wait for tomorrow! 

There's still some more 'tonight' left, however. Em wants me to go down on her and so I do. I lick her to another orgasm. Then we fuck again -- long and slow, making love, both of us properly naked.

Way past midnight now and time to go to sleep. Before we do I make a couple of calls. First I call reception and order breakfast for two in the room at 7:45 tomorrow. Then I call Ken and I ask him how he's doing with the 'Empress's essay'. "Um, okay," he mumbles. 

"Good, well keep at it," I chiv him. "We meet in the lobby at 6:30 tomorrow morning, Kenny boy, okay? Yeah, I know, very early start but we have tons to do. Yeah, see you then ... Hang on, Fatso, the Empress wants a quick word." 

I pass the phone to the corpsing Emma. "Just to say goodnight, Fatty, really," she says, then giggles at whatever Ken says before giving me back the phone. 

"Oh god, Mark, he actually said 'Goodnight, Empress'!" 

"You're such a bitch, Em."

"What about you?" she grins. "Meet at 6:30? ... you bastard!"

"Yeah - let's keep old Kenneth on his toes, baby, shall we?"

She laughs.

Lights out - we snuggle up and drift off to sleep.

*

6:30 Tuesday morning finds a certain chubby loser by the name of Kenneth Longbottom sitting anxiously in the hotel lobby clutching a large sheaf of handwritten papers. He looks rough -- unsurprising since he's had less than an hour's sleep (didn't finish his essay for the Empress till god knows when). His poor empty belly is complaining furiously about no food since Sunday evening. 

God, he hopes he gets to eat today! Maybe if Empress Emma likes his essay she'll let him have something? 

She'll be down soon, her and Mark, so let's see. He's put a lot of work into the essay so ... well let's see what the Empress thinks.

The same time (6:30) finds this other guy -- lucky bastard called Mark Reynolds -- lying naked in bed with the ravishingly beautiful (and equally naked) Emma Mills. He's just woken up after a long, refreshing 'post-fuck' sleep -- he's still semi-dozing really -- and the first sensation to greet him, welcome him to the new day, is Emma softly fingering his cock. 

"Mmm ... that's nice, babe," I purr. 

Understatement. It's heavenly. 

I nibble her ears, kiss her neck, fondle her breasts, stroke her pussy ... show her I'm interested. She stretches like the cat that got the cream. "What time are they bringing breakfast, honey?" 

"Not till 7:45," I grin. "Plenty of time." 

For some morning fucking is what I'm meaning but Em has other ideas. "Would you like a nice blowjob, honey?" she smiles.

That's a yes.

I get one. Em gives me a long, deliciously sexy blowjob -- best I've ever had. She's a million times better than my girlfriend at it. Fact, she's just a lot better than my girlfriend, full stop. I tell Emma this -- that she's tons prettier and sexier than my girlfriend - and she absolutely adores hearing it. Really turns her on. "And smarter too?" she fishes. 

"Yeah, baby, a whole lot smarter. You're a very bright girl as well as sexy and extremely beautiful and fucking dynamite in bed." 

Do I feel guilty at this point? At lying in bed with Emma Mills and having sex with her, telling the hot little bitch how desirable she is etc etc, when I've got a girlfriend back home? Not really. Any guy who gets the chance with Em is gonna go for it, believe me. 

I don't feel bad about the thought of poor Kenny down there in the lobby waiting for us either. No, all this does is make me feel even better. Thinking about different ways to persecute the helpless fat fucker during the rest of the week definitely adds to the pleasure of lying back and being sucked off by Em. As if it needed any adding to. 

But yeah, I'm looking forward to it. We have Vickers coming out on Wednesday, of course, but other than that the poor bastard is all ours. Or all Emma's, really. I've decided to mainly get off on watching HER torment Kenny. She's such a cruel bitch, I know it'll be hilarious. Me, I'll just pitch in as and when the mood takes me.

There's a knock on the door -- breakfast! "Come," I say. Guy wheels it in. It's one of the ogling waiters from last night. We don't bother getting up. "Just over here on trays," I tell him. 

He passes us each a tray and the sheet falls away from Emma's luscious breasts as she sits up to take hers. "Thank you, that looks yummy!" she grins at this poor guy, making no attempt to cover up. Girl must be the biggest cock-tease on the planet!

We're halfway through our scrambled eggs when my phone goes. It's you know who. "Hey, Kenny! What? Oh yeah, well me and the Empress are still having breakfast. Be down in a while. Yeah, you just wait there for us." 

Poor old Kenny.

*

Em's Tuesday outfit doesn't disappoint. The skirt is short, her top skimpy. She has a touch more make-up on today (heeled, open-toe sandals show off her carefully painted nails) and her hair is down. She looks hot. Sexy. 

Smells great too -- she has some really nice perfume on. 

We stroll across the lobby to where Ken's been sat waiting for well over two hours. "Fatty Longbottom!" Emma exclaims, grinning down at him. She tickles his chin and gives his nose a tweak. "How's my chubby little assistant this morning?" 

"Um, okay, Emma," he mumbles. He's looking at her legs. So am I, to be fair, and so is every other man in the vicinity. God, they do look fabulous in a mini-skirt! 

"Empress ... I'm your Empress from now on, yes?"

"Y-Y-Yes, Empress." 

What a scream! 

"Gimme your essay," Emma snaps and she sits down next to him on the lobby sofa -- sits extremely close, presses her thigh against his. Ken's very affected by her proximity, I can tell. Poor guy. I sit on Ken's other side and I also squeeze in really close - it's a Longbottom sandwich. 

While Em flicks through his essay (chuckling periodically as she reads it) I drape my arm around the back of the sofa, behind Ken, and kind of force him into a squashed and uncomfortable bent-forward position, his belly hanging over his waistband. I can't resist grabbing a handful and pinching it. "Fuck, Kenny boy, Em's right, you know. Really could do with losing some of this flab." He just moans a bit. Embarrassed. There's other people around and one or two are sniggering.

Em's finished reading. "Very good, Fatty," she announces, handing it back to him. "A few spelling mistakes, however. I'll have to punish him for those, Mark, won't I?" 

"Yeah, babe, definitely," I grin. "Not here, though. C'mon, Em, let's get going."

We go to the office and we work extremely hard all morning -- with Vickers coming tomorrow I'm keen for us to show progress. Ken works especially hard. Em's a real slave-driver, has him running around like mad, photocopying, finding invoices, filing, making her coffee etc etc. He never gets to sit down, it's just one thing after another. 

Well, he does get to sit down at one point. Emma has a large pile of invoices on her desk -- there's hundreds of them -- and she needs them filing away. Job for Ken, obviously. She crooks a finger, summons him. "C'mere, Fatty." 

Ken breaks off his photocopying and trots over. "Yes, Empress?" It's incredible how well-trained she has him! 

"I want these sorted by date and then filed in there," pointing at the pile of invoices and a large, empty file. 

"Okay, Empress." 

Ken's intending to transfer the stuff off Emma's desk and take it to the table in the middle. But no, the Empress doesn't want that. "Do it on the floor," she orders, and she sweeps the pile of invoices off her desk onto the carpet by her feet. Then she tosses the empty file on top. "This is your punishment for all those spelling mistakes. Didn't think I'd forgotten, Fatty, did you?" 

"N-N-No, Empress," mumbles Kenny. Silly sod. And down he gets, spends the next hour or so grovelling around Emma's feet trying to sort and file these invoices. 

Meanwhile the mini-skirted Emma makes things even more difficult -- she teases poor Ken with her bare, sexy legs (his position means he can't help but stare at them) and she keeps messing up the papers with her feet so it's hard for him to do what he's meant to be doing. It's hilarious. Poor guy.

Takes us to lunch and Em and I decide to go back to the hotel for this. Ken's not invited (I lock him in when we go) but Emma promises to bring him something since he's worked hard and she's "quite pleased" with him. She picks up the file he's just finally managed to put together and takes it over to the table. Then she opens it up and empties the invoices out, messes them across the table. "Do it again, Fatty, okay?" she tells him. "No lunch if you haven't finished when Mark and I get back." 

He goes and sits down, ready to commence. "Right, so we'll catch you later," Emma says, picking up her handbag. 

"See you, Kenny boy," I chuckle and I make Emma laugh by rapping the top of his head with my knuckles on our way out. Do it hard so his eyes water.

We have a nice lunch. It takes a couple of hours (we also pop up to our room for a fuck) but that's fine because the progress this morning means we're ahead of the game. I tell Em this (we've just finished fucking at the time) and she looks pleased. "So, shall we devote the afternoon to torturing Fatso?" she giggles. 

"Yeah, babe, let's do that," I chuckle.

First thing Ken does when we walk in is point proudly at the file of invoices -- he's completed the task. Second thing is he looks at the bag Emma's carrying. It's from the local sandwich place and it appears she's kept her promise to bring him lunch. 

She holds it up. "Here we go. File is ready, I see, so we know what that means, don't we? Lunch for my hungry assistant," she smiles and she tosses the bag onto the table where he's sitting. "I bet you ARE hungry too, aren't you?" she grins. 

"Yes, Empress -- v-v-very h-h-hungry." Ken's eyeing up this bag. Poor guy is famished! 

Emma sits opposite Ken and points at the bag "Okay, what are you waiting for? Go for it!" 

He does. Kenny just falls on this bag and empties out the contents - what has the Empress got him for lunch, he wonders? Inside the bag is another bag. And inside that one, yet another. Then another. Oh god, is there anything tangible in here? 

Yes! He finally gets his hands on it. She's brought him a tomato -- quite a small one. Emma's in hysterics. Me too. I'm watching this from my desk and it's a scream. "I thought we'd stick to the same as yesterday," Emma splutters. "Seeing as you liked that so much." She makes the poor bastard thank her for bringing him lunch. 

Em orders him to give her the tomato, then he has to crawl to her and beg for it. 

She makes him kneel and worship her. "Please, my divine, beautiful Empress. Please please PLEASE allow your humble and hungry servant, Fatty, to have his tomato," ... stuff like that. Oh god. 

She slips her sandals off, puts her feet up on the table, and he has to smooch her toes one by one. "That's right, Fatso, that's a good boy, kiss my little tutsies," she giggles. 

"Okay, Fatty, open wide," she says, finally, showing him the tomato, and she reaches forward and casually stuffs the whole thing into his mouth. He chokes and sputters but, yes, he does manage to get it all down in the end.

So that was lunch. 

*

We settle in for the afternoon. Emma has no actual work for Ken, she tells him, so what he has to do is stand in the middle of the room with his hands behind his back. We ignore him for a while, get on with things, until he coughs for attention. "Er ... Empress?" 

She looks up. "What?"

"I n-n-need the b-b-bathroom." Oh jesus christ, he's asking her if he can have a pee! 

Emma giggles but doesn't reply. "P-P-Please, Empress. I'm d-d-desperate," he pleads. Well I guess it is a while since he's been allowed to leave the room. 

Em grins and turns to me. "What do you think, Mark? Should we let him?" 

"You're the boss, baby."

"Mmm, I am, aren't I?" she muses. She gets up and walks over to Ken. She laughs at him, tickles his chin, pinches his cheek, then informs him he can't go to the bathroom till he's back at the hotel. "I know, you can have a nice glass of water, though," she announces and she goes and pours one and gives it to him. "Here, Fatty. Down in one." It's a pint glass and it's full. 

He drinks it and she gets him a second pint, forces him to drink this too. Plus a third. 

Then we sit back and watch him suffer. Poor guy's bursting! He's sweating and squirming and fidgeting around like nobody's business. Emma makes things worse by going over a couple of times and poking and prodding him with her finger. Evil bitch does it right where his bladder his. "P-P-Please ... Empress Emma ... d-d-don't," he whimpers, but she just giggles and carries on. 

"Kenny, I need to take a leak," I announce at one point. "Don't mind if I go do that, do you?" 

"N-N-No, M-M-Mark, sir," 

"Why don't you take Fatso with you, honey?" giggles Em. "He can watch you have a pee." Brutal! 

So I do. I take Kenny with me (it's just the two of us in the gents) and he has to stand next to me while I pee. "Argh, fucking relief!" I groan. Can't resist spraying a bit on him. When I've finished I tell Ken to get his dick out and have a 'pretend piss' -- even make him do the noises. Then I make the poor bastard put it away and zip up and follow me back to the room. 

Emma pisses herself when I tell her what I did. As for Ken, he's close to literally doing that. It's just a matter of time. 

I kick his arse a couple of times (which makes Em laugh) and sit back down. 

"Oh my god, Mark, look!" exclaims Emma, a few minutes later. It's happened. Poor Kenny has wet his pants. There's a dark and obvious stain on the front of his trousers. 

"Dirty little bastard," I say. 

"S-S-Sorry, Mark." Ken's staring at the floor. Poor guy is utterly mortified. 

"Sorry, 'sir', you mean, Lardy boy, don't you?"

"S-S-Sorry, s-s-sir." 

"Better. And your boss? ... Em? ... You gonna apologise to the divine Empress Emma for peeing your pants?" 

"S-S-Sorry for p-p-peeing my p-p-pants, divine Empress Emma." 

Oh my god, can you believe this? Guy's a wretch. 

I grin at Emma. "He's a dirty bastard, Em, isn't he?" 

"Yes, he is. And he's been staring at my legs today, honey, did I tell you that?"

"You're joking!" I throw Ken a mean and disapproving look. Poor guy is SO scared of me! 

Emma continues, "Yeah, he has. Been really ogling. Must be this mini-skirt I'm wearing, I suppose." At which point she gets up and perches cross-legged on her desk, giving Ken a teasing eyeful. "Look, he's doing it again now," she giggles. 

"God, he fucking is too," I say, looking daggers at him. "Still, you have got great legs, baby, and that skirt is pretty ... err ... short." 

Emma grins over at Ken. "Do you like my legs then, Fatty? Do they look nice in a mini-skirt?" He sort of nods. Emma laughs at him. "Aw, you poor, frustrated thing! And here's me flaunting it in front of you. Such a tease, aren't I? The divine Empress is being cruel, isn't she? ... being a wicked temptress ... she shouldn't torment her little Fatty like this, should she?" She crooks her finger at him. "Come over here." 

Ken shuffles over to stand in front of where Emma is sat on her desk. Em turns to me. "Wanna join in, honey?" she grins and indicates for me to come and sit next to her. 

"Bet he's got a hard-on, Marky, don't you reckon?" 

"Yeah, Em, I bet he has." 

"Should we take a look?"

"Yes, baby, let's."

"Drop your dirty wet trousers, Fatso," orders Emma. Poor guy has to do it. "And your dirty wet underpants," she snaps. He's now stood there with his pants round his ankles and his cock on full display. It's not a big cock, quite the opposite, but he's got an erection alright. 

Emma, giggling, extends a foot and toys with his little hard-on. "You like that the poor guy's all turned on, babe, don't you?" I chuckle. 

"Well, you know, a girl likes to be appreciated."

"You're just a big cock-teaser, Em!"

"Or maybe a LITTLE cock-teaser," Emma grins, nodding at Ken's rather less than impressive member. "So, does Fatty like drooling at my sexy legs?" she taunts him. "I think he does, looking at that hard little dick!" Kenny half nods. "Tell me. I wanna hear! And kneel down. I'm an Empress, remember?" 

Ken kneels in front of us. "I l-l-like drooling at your sexy legs, Empress." 

I lean forward and slap him. Slap him hard around the chops. "Don't you dare say that to my girlfriend!" I snarl. "Little perv." Ken is fighting back tears. "I'll ask you again, Kenny boy, and think very carefully before you answer this time. Do you like looking at the Empress' sexy legs?" 

He shakes his head. He's worked it out -- clever chap. Or maybe not so clever because Emma gets all outraged. "What? You don't like my sexy legs?" She slaps him around the chops. "Let's try again, Fatso. Do you like looking at my gorgeous, sexy legs?"

Nothing.

"Tell me!"

"I l-l-like looking at your gorgeous, sexy legs, Empress." 

Emma glances at me, gleam in her eye. "Mark, honey, Fatso is still saying he likes ogling my legs." 

I lose my temper slightly - raise my voice. "You fucking perv!" 

"S-S-Sorry, s-s-sir." Oh my god. Amazing. 

I slap his face around again. Very hard this time. His cheeks are glowing red and he's sniffling. "Bet you'd love to see her boobs too, wouldn't you, you little pervert?" 

"N-N-No, s-s-sir." 

Emma is upset. "What? You DON'T want to see my boobs? Why not, Fatty? Don't you think I've got nice tits?" She slaps him, then pulls her top up, shows Ken her breasts. "Look, Fatty, aren't they sexy?" she teases. "You don't want me to put them away, do you?" 

"N-N-No, Empress," he says -- obvious he's telling the truth because his little cock is hard again. 




Office Affair



I slap him around, showing my displeasure. "Stop ogling my girlfriend's tits, you disgusting little piece of shit! 

"S-S-Sorry, M-M-Mark, s-s-sir." He drags his eyes away from Emma's tits, stares at the floor instead. 

Emma's annoyed and she gives him a slap. "Kenny boy, what's a girl to think when a guy'd rather look at the floor than at her sexy tits?" she pouts. 

We keep this game going, the slaps getting ever harder, until Ken is sobbing uncontrollably. We do more than slap him, in fact. Or Emma does, rather. At one point she gets up and kicks the poor little sod in the balls. That gets rid of his hard-on, I can tell you! Least until she starts teasing him with her tits again. Which is ridiculously easy for her to do because she's decided to go topless. All she's wearing, sexy bitch, is her mini-skirt and heeled sandals. Oh god.

Emma finally gets bored. "Let's do something else now," she grins. 

"Sure, baby," I say. The 'something' turns out to be making Ken scamper around the office on all fours pretending to be a dog. He's completely naked now ("dogs don't wear clothes, Kenny boy, do they?" Emma giggles as she orders him to strip) and this adds to the fun. He has to make 'woof woof' noises the whole time -- it's almost like the real thing! 

Em has a brainwave involving Kenny's tie. She ties it round his neck and uses it as a lead. "Come on, pooch, let's go walkies," she giggles, and she pulls him around the room a few times. Round and round we go, Em yanking his neck with the lead, me following and continually kicking his fat arse. You should hear him yelp! 

Too much yelping, actually. "Should we gag him, baby? Don't want anyone hearing this, do we?" I ask her. 

Em says she rather likes hearing him yelp but, yes, she agrees. "Use your tie, honey." 

I take my tie off and gag Kenny with it. Perfect -- he can't make a sound now apart from a muted 'Ug Ug' distressed animal type sound. Appropriate because that's pretty much what he is, poor bastard, a distressed animal. A helpless one too. Me and Em can do anything we want. I kick him in the ribs a few times, which is satisfying, and in the stomach too. Emma urges me on ... "Yeah, kick the doggy!" she laughs ... and I end up really hurting the guy. He's crying his eyes out and if it weren't for the gag he'd be screaming blue murder. As it is, only me and Em can hear his pathetic Ug-Ug-Ugging.

Just as well because Phil's knocking at the door. "Can I come in, guys?" 

Oh fuck off! 

"Sorry, Phil, we're busy," I shout. And we are. Emma's especially occupied right at that moment. She's sat on Ken's back -- he's morphed from dog to donkey! -- and she's riding him around the place, kind of torturing him as she goes, pinching him all over, scratching him with her nails, jerking his lead, pulling his hair and his ears, slapping his arse with a ruler. And now here's Phil! 

Emma is simply loving the situation. She rides Kenny over to the door. "Philip, why don't you come and see us tomorrow?" she calls, dismounting Ken and forcing him flat on his belly to the floor. 

"Um, okay, Emma," says Phil, through the door. 

Emma has her foot on Ken's neck. "I'll look forward to it," she says, jiggling her tits in the direction of the door, winking at me. Course, Em knows full well that Phil's besotted. She has the poor guy wrapped around her finger. 

"Great! Bye then, Em." God, he's like a puppy when it comes to Emma. 

She rolls her eyes. "Bye, Phil." 

"Yeah, bye bye, Phil," I echo, giving two fingers to the door (which makes Em giggle). 

She's actually stood on poor Ken now, she's barefoot and balancing herself on his buttocks. I join her (I stand on his back -- don't bother taking my shoes off) and the two of us have a little chat. "Better call time on this, I suppose," I say. The Phil visit has slightly spooked me and I don't want anyone else stopping by this afternoon. 

"Let's go back to the hotel," Em suggests, eyes gleaming. "We can take Fatty up to our room." Bitch obviously hasn't had her fill of tormenting the wretched guy. 

It's okay by me. "Whatever you want, baby." 

She raises an eyebrow. "Really, honey ... whatever I want?"

"Yeah."

"Good," she says. "Because what I want is we go back and order room service and the fat little pooch serves us our dinner. Maybe I make him feed me. After we've had dinner, I'll tease his cock, get him really juiced up, and then we make him stand naked by the bed, all frustrated, and watch while you fuck me. Would you like that, Mark, honey? Making love to a gorgeous girl right in front of poor Fatty?" 

It's a very big YES. 

Emma giggles. "And when you've finished fucking me, we'll lock him up in a cupboard and go clubbing, stay out for ages, and when we get back we'll ..." 

"Torture the little turd some more?" I chuckle. 

Em grins at me. "Mmm. I have heaps of ideas! For tonight and for the rest of the week." She tells me some of them. Oh jesus, the girl's a little monster! 

We hop off Ken and I flip him over, face up. Emma and I gaze down at him, savouring his abject fear and humiliation. He's heard every word, poor guy, so has a horribly clear idea of what Emma has in store for him. He's whimpering though his gag and crying like a baby. 

Em sits on his chest, starts lazily tormenting him with her nails. I make as if to kick him in the head and he cowers away. 

Em giggles. "Aw, look at him, Mark. The poor thing's so frightened!" 

She raises her hand like she's about to slap him, makes him flinch, but instead she pinches his cheek. "Ug Ug Ug," he's going the whole time. 

"What's that he's saying, Mark? I can't quite make it out." 

"Not sure, Em. Probably just telling you how fabulous your tits are looking." 

"Really?" she smiles. "Let's see." She leans forward and jiggles her tits in Ken's face. "Wanna fondle them, Fatty?" she taunts. "Well you can't. Sorry. Hey, you can watch ME do it, though." She sits up, starts squeezing and caressing her breasts, teasing Ken, at the same time reaches behind to tickle his cock, stimulates it, makes him hard. 

I'm cracking up. "Babe, I do believe I was right," I chuckle. "What he's trying to tell you is you've got very juicy tits." 

"Honey, he shouldn't really be talking like that about me, should he?" 

"Fucking shouldn't, no."

She giggles. "I'd better punish him then, Mark, hadn't I?" 

"Yeah, Em, definitely." 

Emma does punish him. She gets up, puts her sandals on, and she grinds her heel viciously into Ken's stomach. Then stomps on a few other places. Poor Kenny. He's in agony. He'd be screaming for mercy if he could, if he wasn't gagged. He's so distressed I almost feel sorry for him. Emma doesn't, though. She has her foot on his face now, heel rammed into his mouth, and she's standing, hands on hips, squealing with laughter. "Go boil the kettle, Mark, and bring it over here," she tells me. "There's one more thing I wanna do before we leave. Before Fatty puts his clothes back on." 

I pretty much realise what she's got in mind and so does poor Ken. Shit, I'm not sure about this, it's maybe a bit much. Certainly it's rather awful. 

Kenny's shaking his head wildly from side to side, eyes bulging in their sockets. Guess this is what terror looks like. He wants to get up, to struggle, escape, but he's too weak from we've already done to him. And now this. It's too cruel for words. 

"Um, Em, baby, I dunno whether we should ..." 

"Should what?" says Emma. 

I hesitate before continuing. Really don't wish to antagonise her. "You know, babe. With the kettle and stuff. I mean, poor little sod." 

She looks at me with a smug expression. Damn, she's a fucking wet dream stood there topless in her little skirt! Bitch clearly knows it as well. Yeah, she SO fucking knows. 

"Honey, you DO want to have sex with me tonight, don't you?" she pouts. 

I double nod. 

"Like, you don't want to go back to separate rooms, Marky, do you?" 

I triple shake. 

"Well then!" She smirks and points me towards the little kitchen area where the kettle is. I trot off. 

Emma starts laughing. "Oh and honey, make sure you fill it right up." 

Oh jesus.

I boil the kettle (it's a big one and I do fill it) and bring it back, steaming, to where Emma and Ken are. He's still cowering naked on the floor, she's queening over him with her foot on his chest. 

Amazing thing (also slightly pathetic) is that, despite knowing he's about to be tortured to hell and back with boiling water, Ken has a hard-on from looking up Em's skirt. She's noticed and she's beside herself with glee. She's laughing herself stupid. 

Me, I'm feeling distinctly queasy about this. 

What Em says next doesn't help. "YOU do it, Mark," she orders, indicating down at Ken. "I'll just watch." 

There's great relish in her eyes as she continues the instructions. "Not his face or his hands ... don't want people seeing, honey, do we? ... but do the rest. Burn him all over and take your time about it. Make the poor thing really suffer!" 

I crouch down over Kenny with the kettle. He's seen it but now his eyes are closed. 

Deep breath - him and me both. 

Emma is giggling and watching avidly. She's in total control and she knows it. She's in heaven. "Okay, start with his feet and work up. Real slow, honey, remember." 

I realise I have to do this - I have no choice if I want to please her. 

And god help me, I do so want to please her.



Office Affair



My wife has the bad habit of forgetting the bag of possessions she takes with her to work. I got a call one morning with my wife pleading for me to drop by her office and drop off the bag. I drove to my wife's office and my wife let me in. There is a co-worker of my wife's named Beth. She has a crush on me. My wife laughs saying that Beth wishes I were her husband.

When I walked into the office, sure enough, Beth came over and began to talk to me. She is always smiling and laughing whenever we meet there. I gave my wife her bag and I told her I needed to use the restroom before I left. I went in and took a piss and then I walked out. I was just heading to the door to go out when I heard someone whisper my name.

"Ethen."

I looked down the hallway and there stood Beth. She was motioning for me to walk down to where she stood. I wondered what was going on, but I walked down to where she was. Beth was standing at the doorway of one of the conference rooms. She took hold of my arm and pulled me inside. Beth then locked the door to the room. The lights were all turned off inside the room and the blinds were drawn. There was just enough light to see each other.

Beth pulled me over to the conference table and she had me sit on the edge. Beth then knelt down and started tugging on my pants zipper. I wondered what the hell was going on. Beth reached in and managed to pull my dick free of my underwear. Beth started to stroke my dick up and down with her hand. I couldn't believe what was happening. If someone wanted to use that room I hated to think what would happen.

After a few minutes of stroking me Beth stood up. She pulled her top off and removed her bra. I failed to mention that Beth had these huge breasts. She had to be at least a D cup in size. Beth took her tits in her hands and began to rub my dick with them. I have a seven inch cock, but it got lost between all that flesh. I got hard in short order. I looked at Beth and saw she had a crazed look in her eyes. 

Beth then pulled away and she lowered her mouth to my erect pole. She slid her lips all the way down to the root of my rod and was sucking me. My wife doesn't like to suck cock these days. She says she doesn't like the taste. Beth had no problem taking my cock in her mouth. She was working down all the way to the bottom and then sliding her lips back up to the crown. 

Beth then reached out with her hand and started to massage my ball sacs. That always gets me so worked up. It took just a few minutes before I thought I was going to pop. I didn't know if I should tell Beth this, but she didn't seem like she was going to stop. I thrust my dick down her throat and I exploded. Beth didn't pull off or stop sucking me. I watched as she drank my sticky load down.

I had a lot of cream stored up and Beth took every drop of me. When it seemed like I didn't have any more to give Beth, she pulled off of me. There was cum running down her chin and cum at the corners of her mouth. Beth got up and went over to where a box of tissues were on the table. I watched as she cleaned her face off. It seemed we were finished so we quickly got dressed. Beth walked me to the door and she peeked out.

She motioned for me to leave quickly. Before I walked out she slipped me a piece of paper. I walked out and left the building. I had to walk all the way around the place hoping no one had seen me leave from that conference room. I got into my car and had to catch my breath. I looked down at the paper Beth gave. There was Beth's name and a phone number written on it. There was also a sentence on the paper.

"I need you to fuck me Ethen."

My head was spinning from what had just happened. My wife had lost interest in sex lately. There was always some excuse she gave. If I took Beth up on her offer I had no idea how things would work out. I got home and remembered what Beth and I had done. The more I thought about it I knew I needed to fuck Beth. Later that night when my wife was asleep I call the phone number. Beth answered and said she had hoped I would call her.

We ended up making plans to meet that Saturday. I knew of a motel that was along the old interstate road system. Lovers got a cheap room there so they could have sex. Saturday came and I told my wife I was going out to look for a new pair of shoes. It was the only excuse I could come up with in such short notice.

Beth was waiting for me in the parking lot when I arrived. I went in and rented a room and got the key. When we got inside Beth and I quickly stripped down. We were on the bed in moments and I was on top of her. There was no buildup or foreplay. I took my cock in my hand and guided it to Beth's wet pussy. Beth's pubic hair was all shaved down for me. I slipped my dick in between her folds and entered her.

Beth's pussy gobbled my dick up. She was greedy for cock, that much was for sure. I was quickly pumping my rod into her love tunnel. Beth urged me to fuck her hard and not to stop. I didn't need any urging. I wanted Beth really bad by this point and the feeling was mutual. I must have fucked her a good half hour before we flipped over and Beth was on top of me. I reached up and took a tit in each of my hands.

Beth's nipples were large and saucer shaped. I took the palms of my hands and pressed them against her nipples. Her nipples got hard in short order. Beth was slamming down onto my shaft. Her pussy muscles were clamped down tight around my dick. This was some of the best fucking I had experienced in a long time. Beth reached back with her hand and found my nut sacs. She started to squeeze my nuts just like she had in the office.

That sort of thing always brought me to a hot boil. I tried to avoid cumming, but I couldn't hold back any longer. I brought my ass up from the bed and I shot my sticky load into Beth's pussy. You should have heard the noises Beth made as she felt me hosing her tummy. We had to have fucked a good twenty minutes more until I felt I was empty. Beth pulled off of me and then got up and went to the small bathroom. When Beth got back she said she wanted more from me.

I didn't think I could get hard again so soon. Beth used her mouth on me and my dick got stiff rather quickly. This time I had Beth get on all fours. Her big tits were touching the sheets as I entered her from behind. I was able to enter her easily. My cum was still coating her pussy walls. I ended up pounding her harder this time around if that were possible. Beth tightened her muscles around my erection and we went at it once more.

I was able to go much longer this time around. Beth seemed like she couldn't get enough of my cock. I told her she was all mine now. No one else was allowed to fuck her. That made Beth go nuts. 

"I am totally yours Ethen, I need your cum in me."

She was right about that much. Beth needed my cum in the worst way. This was going to be some wild fucking if this continued. Beth managed to squirt her juices on me as we fucked in the doggy position. She coated me with her sticky cream. I just lost control when I felt that and I gave her more of my cum load. I didn't think I had it in me, but I proved myself wrong. I blasted Beth with more of my loving.

I kept my cock inside Beth until I finally got soft. Afterwards we rested on the bed and kissed and held each other. Beth then told me her husband couldn't get it up any more. Between that and Beth having this passion for being my lover it looked like we would be fucking for some time to come. 

We made some plans to try and meet on the weekends at some cheap motels like the one we were at now. We ended up leaving and I drove home. My wife questioned me about the shoes. I told her I didn't find the style I wanted or that the stores didn't have my size. Luckily she didn't press me to hard. I was spent from all that fucking with Beth.

I don't know how this is all going to play out, but I know I need to keep fucking Beth for as long as I can.



Office Affair



A Friend with benefits.

I shut down my computer and closed my file drawers. Another long week at the office was over.

My co-worker Jerry stuck his head in my door and said "TGIF, Sally. The gang is stopping for a drink. Will you join us?"

I hate the silly expression TGIF, but I was definitely ready for a cocktail.

"Sure, I will meet you at the bar."

Jerry is the office comedian, a real wise guy. He is liable to say anything; usually funny, sometimes over the edge. I thought about the time he went too far with Julie from accounting. She took time off, and when she returned to work it was obvious that she had breast implants put in. 

She was pretty skinny with small breasts, but suddenly she had a rack. She was nonchalant about it; I suppose she thought that everyone would be polite. Not Jerry.

In the break room, in front of everybody, he just stared at her breasts.

"Hey, Julie. Those are nice. Are they new?"

She was humiliated, but I laughed along with Jerry and the whole crew. It was probably inappropriate, but I couldn't help myself. I just think he is funny.

I didn't take my briefcase or anything else from my office. I wasn't going to do any work this weekend, I had enough.

I didn't bother to drive; our favorite watering hole is just a short walk away.

I went into the bar, and the whole crew was already there with drinks in hand. There were about six of them, from several different departments. I won't bother to list their names, because it is not relevant.

I joined them at their table and ordered a glass of Chardonnay. It was very noisy in the bar, and even more so because there were several different conversations going on at the same time at our table. 

Jerry was holding court as usual, telling jokes that were slightly vulgar but he always makes them funny. I didn't add much to the conversations; I mostly just listened and nodded my head yes or no.

I was on my second glass of wine when people began to stand up and say goodbye, and suddenly it was just Jerry and me left at the table.

We talked about how things were going at the office, just idle chatter and gossip. It was a little quieter now that the gang had left.

Jerry suddenly became very quiet and subdued, not his usual self.

"Jerry, what's up? Is it something I said?"

He answered "No, not at all. I was just thinking about something."

"Do you want to talk about it? You can tell me anything, you know. Let me help."

After a few minutes of awkward silence he finally spoke softly.

"Sally, if you spent the night at a friend's house, and woke up in the morning with your underpants down around your ankles and semen oozing out of your asshole; would you tell anyone about it?"

Oh my God, I thought, he has been raped! 

How awful for him. If word gets out with our group in the office, he won't get sympathy he will get ridicule. The women are just as bad as the men; they will humiliate him beyond belief.

"No, Jerry. I wouldn't say a word to anyone."

His attitude instantly changed, and he said "That's great, Sally. Will you come home with me tonight?"

He was laughing so hard I thought he would fall out of his chair, and I realized that he had tricked me.

"You smart-ass! You had me believing you! Very funny!"

"Yeah, I got you good!" he said, still trying to stop laughing.

What he could not know is that I have had a strong fantasy wish to try anal sex for some time. Lately I have been watching internet porn scenes where some cute young girl takes a guy's huge cock up her ass and loves it. I usually masturbate and give myself an orgasm while I watch.

I fantasize that it is me in the video, and try to imagine what it feels like to have that long cock shoved up my ass. I put my middle finger up my ass, and that feels pretty tight, so I can imagine how a stiff, hard cock would stretch it open. 

It's time to turn the tables on Jerry, and shock him for a change.

"I will on one condition. That you not tell anyone either."

That stopped him cold. I could see the wheels of thought turning in his head as he realized that I had just agreed to go home with him and let him fuck me up the ass. I just smiled at him and let it sink in.

He slowly began to grasp the fact that I meant what I said.

"Gee, Sally. What a pleasant surprise. Will you really come home with me tonight?"

"Like I said, on one condition. No one ever knows."

"Done deal!" he said, and threw down enough cash to cover our bar bill.

I left my car in the company lot where it would be safe, and I got in Jerry's car.

It was an awkward drive to his house. We both wondered if the other one really meant it. I stared out of my window while he concentrated on driving. Neither one of us said a word. I was certainly hoping that he understood me. I suppose if he just fucks me in the 'normal' way it will be OK. But it will be a big disappointment. 

We arrived at Jerry's condominium and went inside. He poured us both a drink, which we didn't need or want. I moved closer to him, and he put his arms around me. We were not lovers, but we decided to act like we were. He kissed me and I kissed him back, and I reached down and touched the bulge in his pants.

That encouraged him, and he squeezed my butt with both hands. Our clothes almost flew off in a race to see who could get naked first. It was a tie.

I dropped to my knees and took his stiff cock into my mouth. I like to suck a guy's cock and make him cum in my mouth, and that would have been fine with me. But he stopped me, and helped me stand up. He reached around behind me and found my asshole hiding in my butt-crack.

"We have a deal, remember?" he said as he pushed his middle finger slowly up my ass. I had never had anything in there except my own finger, and his was much bigger than mine. He was not shy about it, he pushed it in all the way as I fondled and stroked his hard cock.

His cock was very nice, and stiff enough to do chin-ups on it. He was not qualified for the porn business, but it was by far the longest one I have personally experienced. I began to have second thoughts about taking it up my ass. At the same time I was tingling with anticipation about what it would be like.

We walked side-by-side into the bedroom, and he gestured towards the bed. I understood, and climbed onto the bed and lay face down. I spread my legs slightly and waited impatiently for my first ass-fucking. I almost blurted out "Just shove it up my ass and fuck me!" but I decided against it. Instead I said "Do we need something to help it go in?"

Jerry went into the bathroom and returned with a jar of Vaseline. I know you are not supposed to use it all the time because it is petroleum-based, but just once should be OK. And I knew I would need it to take his long meat-pole up my virgin asshole.

He stood by the side of the bed with his cock bobbing and swaying almost in my face.

"Sally, I want you to do this."

He handed me the Vaseline and moved even closer. I took a gob of it and began to put it on his cock. I coated the pink helmet-head and then the shaft, stroking it from the head to his balls. This aroused me even more because I was preparing his cock to go in me. It was like Anne Boleyn sharpening the axe that the executioner was going to use on her.

I guess he wanted more than my permission; he wanted me to be proactively involved. The lubrication allowed my hand to slide back and forth easily on his hard cock, and I knew he would cum all over my face if I didn't stop.

His cock had a solid, heavy feel to it that I loved. It was completely straight, with no upward curve or sideways bend. I probably would have been smarter to hook up with a guy with a smaller cock for my first anal adventure. But you never know what you are going to get until a man takes his clothes off.

I said "I think it's ready, but I don't know if I will be able to take it all. It's really long. Will you stop if I ask you to?"

"Yes. Of course."

I knew he was lying. You can't expect a man to stop when he has his cock half-way up your asshole. But it was too late to turn back now. I could only hope that he would show some consideration if I started to squirm and squeal. 

I resumed my submissive face-down position, and he climbed onto the bed behind me. He fumbled a bit but finally got his legs outside of mine, hovering above me. The last vestige of modesty left me and I spread my butt cheeks so he could clearly see my asshole.

I felt the tip of his cock touch my anus, and a thrill went through me like electricity. After all of my fantasies, I was actually going to be sodomized.

I felt the pressure build as he began to push, and I tried to relax my asshole to help. I don't know if it really worked, but the head of his cock went into me. I let out a gasp as it stretched me to the max. 

I don't make a lot of noise when I am being fucked, and I think the women who do are just acting, but this time I couldn't help it. I grunted like a wild animal as his cock forced my asshole open. Jerry stopped because he thought it was too much. 

I whispered "It's OK. Don't stop." 

The spasms subsided, and the tight ring of my anus just gave up and stopped resisting and relaxed. He resumed pushing and it slid into me gradually, just a little at a time. The Vaseline was helpful; I don't think it would have gone in without that. 

I held still and kept quiet so he didn't think I was uncomfortable. I wasn't. I was in ecstasy. The feeling of his bare cock sliding up my ass was blissful, with the big head exploring and leading the way. I felt stretched and full of cock.

When I felt his wiry pubic hair press against me I knew it was all the way in. I swear I could feel every vein and wrinkle, and I could definitely feel the helmet-head somewhere in the vicinity of my belly button (on the inside!).

Words fail me when I try to describe how I felt. His cock was truly inside me; let me emphasize INSIDE ME! I wondered if when he began to thrust into me he would bump into one of my internal organs. I went limp with submission and arousal and anticipation; knowing that he was going to fuck me until he finished.

Jerry locked his feet around my ankles and held my shoulders with both hands as if he was preventing me from escaping. I had no intention of escaping. It felt different in my asshole than it does in my vagina. Even though they are right next to each other, your asshole is more private and intimate, and to allow a guy to shove his cock up in it caused some embarrassment and I felt my face blush. 

I guess I was ashamed of myself for enjoying it so much. I hoped that he didn't run into anything gross, but if he does soap and water will take care of it.

Jerry has obviously done this before, because he was not embarrassed at all about being up my asshole. He began to slowly, methodically fuck me with a gentle rocking motion. 

The head of a cock has always intrigued and aroused me, and I could feel it prodding and poking up against my soft insides. A cock is a magical thing, because if anything else was that far up my ass I would be screaming to get it out. My reaction to this was the opposite; I lifted my hips a little so it would go in the last fraction of an inch.

Jerry fucked me expertly with a steady rhythm, and the only sounds were our breathing and the creaking of the bed frame as we rocked it back and forth. Jerry concentrated like a man on a mission, and the sounds from the squeaky bed were as regular as a metronome keeping time.

I was completely submissive, just waiting for him to finish but wishing it would never end. I kept thinking about the tiny slit-hole at the tip of his cock where the precious semen would come out. I hoped he would stop with his cock all the way in when it happened. I didn't want it to gush back out of me; I wanted it all to stay in me.

Some women seem to think cum is just a smelly, messy by-product of sex. Not me, I want it in me, I need it and you could even say I crave it. If a man cums in my mouth I swallow it all, even though it has an unpleasant taste. Now the thought of receiving a load in my stomach from the other direction was very erotic.

My wait was over too soon, but when a man has to shoot his load he can't help it, it has to happen.

Jerry pressed tight against me and bellowed like a bull. I felt his cock throb and pulse, and spurt after spurt of cum squirted into me. I have never felt a man ejaculate that much, it just kept coming and coming. My body accepted it like a dry sponge accepts water.

I held still while Jerry pressed hard against me. A few moments passed and I wondered what was happening. Then I noticed that he was trembling and still holding his breath. I felt his cock twitch again and one more spurt of cum gushed into me forcefully.

I don't know if he always ejaculated like that or if he was aroused as much as I was. I imagine that it would be very exciting to a man to be the first to penetrate a woman's asshole. 

I think a man enjoys introducing a woman to something new. Of course I am not some innocent young thing; I have had plenty of experience, just not in my ass.

Jerry collapsed on me and huffed and puffed as he tried to recover from his orgasm. I reached back between my legs and caressed and fondled his hairy ball-sack, and whispered "Thank you."

He replied "You're welcome."

I gave his balls a playful squeeze and said "I was thanking these, but thank you too."

He laughed and said "Why would you thank my balls?"

"Because they must have worked so hard to make that huge amount of semen. I thought I should express my thanks."

We both had to laugh at that, and he carefully pulled his still-hard cock out of me. When the head popped out my asshole felt stretched open, and I knew it would never be the same. We lay close together with our arms around each other and enjoyed the afterglow of good sex.

After about 30 minutes Jerry got up and went into the bathroom. I could hear the water running in the sink and I knew he was washing his cock. That was very considerate because I was thinking that I wanted to suck it again. But I didn't want to make him cum in my mouth; I wanted it up my ass again.

When he came out of the bathroom, I stopped him before he got on the bed and led him to the chair by the dresser. I indicated that I wanted him to sit down, and he complied. I kneeled between his legs and took his cock in my hand. It was soft, but not for long. Stroking it and taking it in my mouth did the trick, and soon it was hard and stiff.

I stood up and turned around, facing away from him. I reached back and spread my butt cheeks, and began to sit down slowly. 

I said "Don't push, just aim." He lined it up perfectly, and as I lowered myself I felt the tip of his cock touch my anus. He did as I asked and didn't try to push it in. I kept lowering myself, as if I was just sitting down, and the head of his cock went up my asshole.

I continued taking it in me, just a little at a time. For just the second time in my life I felt the head of a cock finding its way up into my stomach. I don't know why I waited so long to try this; it was not the slightest bit uncomfortable. In fact it was more erotic and exciting than any other kind of sex I have experienced.

It was more than half-way in me when I stopped and fondled his balls for a moment. Then I continued sitting down as his stiff rod slid in deeper and deeper. The fact that I was full of his slippery cum helped, and soon I was sitting on his lap with his cock embedded in me. I let go of my butt cheeks and held onto the arms of the chair with both hands.

"Just hold still and let me do this." 

I started to raise and lower myself, jacking him off with my asshole. The next time someone says to me "Go fuck yourself!" I can say that I know how to do it.

I lifted myself all the way up so that only the head of his cock was in me, and then lowered myself until every bit of it was up my ass. I kept that up with a slow, steady rhythm, up and down, in and out.

I whispered "Please warn me when you are about to cum. I want to make sure it is all the way in me."

Maybe I shouldn't have said that, because it was like throwing gasoline on a fire.

He made a whimpering groan and mumbled "Now!"

I sat down hard, making sure every last fraction of an inch of cock was in me. I felt his cock do its familiar twitches as his cum pumped through it on the way into me. He grunted like an animal as a fountain of cum shot into me. I reached down and stroked my clit and had an intense orgasm.

We just sat there for a few minutes with his hard cock inside of me. When I decided to get up, I lifted off of it, and when the head popped out a gusher of cum came out of me. It went all over his cock and his balls, and even made a small puddle on his right thigh.

I didn't want any of his huge load to go to waste, so I knelt down and licked up the puddle on his leg like a kitten laps up milk. I slid his cock in and out of my mouth despite the fact that it had just been up my asshole. I sucked it clean, and licked his hairy ball sack. I ignored the unpleasant taste and swallowed it. A man's cum stays alive for a while so I was literally eating him like a raw oyster.

I assume that I will also digest and absorb the quart and a half he injected up my ass. Sorry for the exaggeration, but Jerry does produce a lot of it. I gently fondled his balls, feeling each egg-shaped testicle carefully. If I were a cannibal I would eat these first.

For now, we were both satisfied and exhausted. We went to the bed and lay down together, and soon we dozed off.

I woke up with a start and looked at the clock on the nightstand. It was almost 11:30. I gently poked Jerry awake. 

"Can you drive me back to my car? I need to get home and it is getting late."

Jerry replied "Why don't you just stay the night. No reason to go back out tonight."

I thought about it and decided it would be best. There is no one waiting for me at my apartment. And the thought of sucking Jerry off for breakfast was intriguing. If I am not too sore I might even ask him to fuck me in the ass again.

"OK, I will stay. Thanks. But remember, at the office we are just friends."

"Friends with benefits?"

"Yes, but that is between us. We don't need the gossip. No PDA. No bragging in the men's room."

I thought that this could be the perfect relationship. No romance, no drama. We could hook up every weekend. What am I thinking? I want to see him every night. I want his cock up my ass, I want to suck him off, I want him to eat my pussy. I want every ounce of jizz he can make inside me, one way or another.

Jerry fell asleep pretty quickly, no doubt exhausted. I rolled over on my stomach to stop the cum from oozing out of me. I didn't want to make a big wet spot, and even more important I didn't want to lose any of it. I told you that I crave cum. Soon I fell asleep too.



Office Affair Ch. 00 (Prelude)



This submission is in response to a thoughtful comment on my "Office Affair" storyline... 

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"She is beautiful, isn't she?" I thought to myself as I gazed down at the sleeping form stretched out across my chest. She stirred slightly, then snuggled into my shoulder, her soft blonde curls tickling against my chin.

I sighed softly, then allowed my cheek to dip gently until it rested on top of her head. Funny how just holding her close calmed my tortured soul. Thirty pounds of snuggly dead weight- was it really possible that she'd be two years old soon?

Only moments before I was stressed to the breaking point. Again. Another stupid argument. Well, a discussion, really. He didn't have the balls to actually argue with me. Hell, maybe that was part of the damned problem! And what was it this time? You don't help me around the house? Spend all your time on the computer? Don't pay attention to me? Don't listen to me?

All of them, unpleasant conversation material. Especially since it didn't matter how many times we "talked" about it, nothing ever changed. Every time, it was the same deer-in-the-headlights look, the same series of excuses.

I sighed to myself in pure frustration, willing my breathing and heart beat to slow again, to match the pace of my sleeping daughter, still nestled sweetly in my arms. "You, my beautiful girl," I whispered quietly in her ear, "are why I stay." Because no matter my consternation, I couldn't argue one simple fact. Regardless of his long list of faults, he was an absolutely amazing father. Whatever was wrong with my cookie-cutter family, I simply could not deny that fact.

Just watching the two of them together made my heart swell with joy. Nothing, but nothing, was more important to me than her happiness. And I couldn't deny the simple fact that he made her happy. Not when her whole face lit up every time she saw him. Not when she squealed with pure delight and ran to him, arms outstretched, to have him pick her up and swing her high into the air.

I sighed again, this time in resignation. No, this time, our discussion wasn't about his inability to help around the house, his current indifferent attitude about his now-failing career, or even his seemingly thick-headed lack of sensitivity to be more supportive of my career. This "talk" was about my least-favorite topic of all, the fact that he hadn't touched me as a woman since I was three months pregnant with her. I counted backward again, as I often did. That would make it... yep, two years and three months since we'd had sex.

My thoughts turned back in time then, as they generally did, to the last time he'd come to me. It was Valentine's Day two years ago. Even though we'd been married less than a year, we'd been together as a couple for over three years at that point. Our sex life had already dwindled to boring, nighttime, always in the bed, missionary position sex once every few weeks or so. I used to tell myself that it was no big deal, that all couples went through a dry spell from time to time.

This particular time was no different than what I'd come to expect from him. There was never anything exciting anymore, not even a touch of oral sex to spice things up a bit. He'd only performed that particular act twice in our entire relationship. In fact, he didn't even seem to like it when I gave him head- always said it was dirty and I didn't need to do it, even though I protested that I went down on him as much for my own enjoyment as for his. No, he went straight for the gold, fingering me for a minute or so with a few perfunctory kisses before climbing on top of me for a grand total of about five minutes. Totally unimpressed with his complete lack of imagination, I faked an orgasm so he'd finish, knowing later I'd pick out one of my favorite toys to finish the job.

This time though, had been different. He was very quiet after, not gushing with "I love yous" as he generally did. So, I asked him if he was okay. I'll never forget his response, telling me it was too weird to have sex with me because I was carrying his child. He even went so far as to voice the ridiculous concern that he might hurt the baby.

I laughed it off then, explaining as gently as I could that it was okay for us to have sex, that he wasn't going to hurt her, that pregnant women have sex all the time. But, nothing I had to say would change his mind. He was insistent in our need to practice celibacy until after the baby came.

So, I spent the remainder of my pregnancy in a forced celibate state. I tried to understand his point of view, but all I really felt was fat and ugly. Completely undesirable, unloveable, unfuckable even.

Then, the day finally arrived, and she came along to join the rest of us. As stubborn as her Mommy, she decided she was ready to come out three weeks before my due date. Admittedly, it was a damned rough and drawn-out labor, ending with the doc needing forceps to help with the delivery, and lots of stitches to put everything right again. He was so helpful that day, playing his part of coach like an expert. He even stayed by my side after the delivery. We cried together at our greatest accomplishment when she let out her first healthy wail. I had to force him to go meet her, and not wait for them to bring her over.

I let out another frustrated sigh. How was it possible that so much time had passed since then? Why didn't my own husband want anything to do with me? I'd lost every excess pound and gotten myself back in shape only a few short months after she was born. So why was it that when I brought it up, he always had some sort of excuse? Was I really that undesirable that he felt the need to make up an excuse, any excuse, just to keep from touching me? What was WRONG with me???

One final sigh, then I stood up with her still in my arms, and headed down the hallway to her bedroom. I laid her gently down in her crib, then pulled her covers over her and handed over her Elmo, her absolute favorite snuggle buddy. "Goodnight beautiful. Mommy loves you," I whispered from the doorway, before I eased the door closed.

One peek in the living room, and I found him asleep on the couch. I tiptoed quietly back down the hall to the master bedroom. I settled myself in bed, then opened the top drawer of my nightstand. I considered my choices carefully then, before finally deciding on one of my favorites, a pink vibrator. It was average in size, flexible, and shaped like an erect penis. "Well," I thought to myself, "looks like this is all the dick you'll be getting any time soon."

I reached back in the drawer for a small towel and a bottle of lube. I positioned the towel underneath my bare ass to catch any excess, then allowed some of the lube to drip out of the bottle onto my neglected pussy. Once I was sure that I had enough, I turned the vibrator on its lowest setting, then began by rubbing the tip through the trail of lube I'd just anointed myself with.

Even on its lowest setting, it put out powerful vibrations that made me jump slightly as I drug it across my clit. Already swelling with desire, I knew it wouldn't take much tonight. I slid the toy lower then, finding my entrance and pushing the toy slightly inside. Damn! I was already close to coming. I pushed the toy farther in, then back out, each time going a little deeper, until finally I had taken all of its 6 or so inches.

The combination of its girth and the vibrations it emitted were almost too much. I needed to come, needed the release. I adjusted the setting to its max, and increased my speed, now slamming it home as hard as I could. Just before I came, I pulled the toy all the way out, seeking to prolong my excitement before allowing myself to let go. I teased myself then, running it up and down the length of my slit, even sliding down further occasionally to run it across my super-sensitive asshole. The vibrations were almost too powerful when I drew it back upward to my clit, and I had to force myself not to pull it away.

Finally, just as the intense vibration from the toy against my clit brought me to my orgasm, I jerked it away and slammed every inch deep inside. My pussy contracted deliciously around the vibrator again and again as I came, until finally the spasms subsided. I smiled to myself then, as I gently extracted the fake cock and wiped it clean before putting it away. It was him that I thought of, his face I saw, that brought me over the edge just as it had countless other times over the last couple of months. The man whose intensely blue eyes somehow managed to hold me mesmerized every time he deemed it fit to gaze in my direction. The man who worked in the office above mine, the one who lately had been the sole figure of my imagination every time I touched myself.

To be continued...



Office Affair Ch. 02



New jeep. Nice. I left the fence with him today at lunch with the pretext of checking it out. And I did, really. It was a very nice jeep. Brand new. It had all the bells and whistles of a new vehicle. It also had some very minor hail damage, so he got it for a steal. "Get in," he said. So we sat there and he showed off some of its features. We listened to the satellite radio- his new toy came with Sirius. Having XM, I was already familiar. But that was ok. I was content just sharing his company. After all, this was the only time I'd ever been in his presence away from the office; aside from the day he caught a ride with me to Chief's retirement ceremony.

He sat beside me that day. I think, unconsciously, I tried not to touch him, but the chairs were too close together. Much as I attempted to mask my nervousness at his close proximity, he still noticed, and made fun of the fact that I was practically sitting on the other guy's lap in an effort to not sit too close to him. So, I settled myself into the chair, and allowed my leg to rest against his. The heat from his thigh warmed mine, even through the cumbersome material of our uniforms.

My mind snapped back to the present when I felt the slight pressure of his hand on my lower thigh, just above the knee. He was still talking, but honestly, I no longer heard the words. Instead, I was focused on his hand, silently willing him to move it upward. He traced a gentle path along the inseam of my pants and back again before I gathered enough courage to cover his hand with my own in acquiescence.

We continued to make small talk about the various features of his new toy, but whether or not my responses made any sense in the conversation was up for debate. I stared at him then, trying to see his eyes through his sunglasses, all the while thankful that he couldn't see mine through my own. His fingertips had reached the upper inseam of my pants now and were dancing over the one area I had been forced to deny him access to the last time we touched. "Damn these pants!" I thought to myself. I looked away, out across the parking lot, watching others pass by in the broad daylight of lunchtime. I felt myself moistening beneath the pressure of his hand, even through the material, and began to squirm, raising my hips to offer myself to him.

"You know, that seat goes back," he drawled quietly, an invitation to further this stolen moment.

"Hmm, I guess it does, doesn't it?" I had hoped to sound nonchalant, but knew I'd failed miserably. I reached down to find the release lever, fumbling for an eternity before I finally located it and lowered the passenger seat to its fully reclined position. As soon as I'd laid myself back in the seat I felt his hand move up, struggling to unfasten my belt. Immediately I reached to help, deftly releasing the buckle and unfastening each of the four buttons on my pants before wiggling my hips to slide them down slightly. His hand dove beneath the remaining material and eased down to find me again. The paper-thin scrap of silken fabric offered no sanctuary against his expert touch, and I felt myself biting my lip to suppress the moan I could feel forming behind my lips. Not content to simply stroke me through my thong, he pushed the damp fabric aside to touch my bared lips for the first time. My hands clenched at my sides when he found my clit and began to circle his fingertip against the sensitive nub. A soft sigh assailed my ears, and I smiled when I realized it was my own voice. "So much for biting my lip!" I thought wryly. It deepened to a quiet moan when he moved lower, sinking easily into my waiting wetness. I sighed again in pure delight, reveling in the delicious sensation of the first penetration I'd had at someone else's hand in longer than I cared to remember. Soon enough though, he withdrew, drawing the wetness he'd collected back upward. I inhaled sharply when I felt their slippery contact against my swollen clit, returning to the lazy circles of pressure that incited a new rush of warmth between my legs.

I wanted nothing more than to pull him to me, to feel the pressure of his lips against mine, to taste his kisses again. One quick peek around at the other people passing by mere yards away laid waste to that thought though. "Damn it!" I silently cursed the inappropriate venue of our tryst. If only we were somewhere more private, I could've touched him too, put to reality all the fantasies I'd been playing out in my head this past week or so. I found my thoughts wandering back in time, back to his kisses, back to the absolutely yummy pleasure of drawing him between my lips, feeling him grow harder against my tongue. Oh, if only I could have reached over and freed him so I could have tasted him again!

I found it odd that he didn't seem to be bothered at all by the one-way nature of our encounter. In fact, he seemed perfectly content with driving me to madness without any reciprocation at all. The pressure of his fingertips against my most sensitive spots increased. No longer teasing, his touch now demanded my response. I couldn't help myself, wouldn't have even if I could. I was so close at that point; I knew that any second, I was going to explode from the whirlwind spiraling upward inside of me. My hips rose up off the passenger seat in a staccato tempo to meet his fingers as they slid inside of me, encouraging him to bury them deeper. When he withdrew to again pleasure my clit, I bucked wildly against the intense circular motion, grabbing his hand to increase the pressure, moaning softly as each wave of my orgasm crested and broke. Finally, the sensations within me subsided, and I felt my backside make contact with the seat again as the tension drained away. 

Only when I felt my fingertips loosen did I realize I had been holding his hand in a death-grip. I pulled my hand away, looking at everything but him. To my surprise, I found myself embarrassed by my reaction to his touch.

Maybe it was the years of no one else bothering to elicit this sort of reaction? I felt his eyes on me, burning through me, searching. Still, I couldn't make myself meet his gaze, and instead stared at where his forearm ended and my pants began. Slowly, he freed his hand, bringing his fingertips up to my lips. Automatically, my tongue darted out, lapping at my coating of juices on them before I pulled them between my lips to gently suck them clean.

To be continued...



Office Affair Ch. 03



Stupid database. Would it ever be fixed? Ha! Not likely... The tap of my fingers on the keys continued. Another record updated. Sort of. Tap tap tap. And another. I was in the Ns now. "Yes! I'd passed the halfway point- at least theoretically," I thought wryly to myself. Tap tap tap. What a mundane, mindless chore!

The soft click of the back door closing interrupted my thoughts. "All done?" I looked up from my work and flashed him a smile as he plopped down in the chair on the other side of my desk.

"I can only stay a minute. I have to brief Chief on my way out, and then I'm going home." 

I'd already saved my work and closed everything out before the last word passed from his lips. In a flash, I was out of my chair and making my way around the desk, intent on making good use of the 'minute' he'd offered.

As I rounded the corner of the desk, his arm snaked out, caught me off guard, and dumped me unceremoniously onto his lap. His hands found my breasts through my uniform, then slid along the taut skin of my belly, down to my thighs, and finally in between them. Then, back upward to hold me closer as his lips explored the side of my neck and the outer edge of my ear. His voice was a mere whisper, repeating his time constraint.

Oddly, I didn't find his imposed restriction disappointing, perhaps due to the closeness of his lips when he said it. Maybe it was because he had me pressed full length against him and I could feel his hardness against my backside. Maybe because his hands had made their way under my uniform blouse, and I could feel their heat through my thin tee shirt.

Whatever the reason, I was certainly in no mood to let him out the door when his 'minute' was up. On the contrary, I was suddenly feeling rather adventurous indeed. Inside me was a deep-seated need to touch him, to feel his firm skin beneath my palms.

I felt my hands move away from my sides, reaching out for him, never mind the fact that he was trapped under me, my fingers began to clench in the pure frustration of denial. I struggled to find him, some part of him, any part of him.

His hand had found its way into my pants then, and his fingertips had begun a tormenting dance, first against my flimsy thong, then against my bare lips as he pushed aside the last scrap of fabric that separated us. I felt myself begin to squirm as he zeroed in on the sensitive button of my clit. The rush of wetness as he moved lower to ease the tip of one finger slightly inside brought my hips upward to meet him. His fingertips teased back and forth between small circular stokes against my clit, then longer strokes as he slid down again to bury them inside of me. Each invasion was punctuated by warm kisses along the side of my neck as his other arm held me pinned firmly against him.

The pain of my fingernails digging into my palms reminded me of my still-clenched hands. I was loathe to move and break the spell, but I couldn't stand the thought of not being able to touch him, to provide him the same pleasure-torment. I turned to him and mentioned my consternation at this and, instead of acquiescing, he replied with an unexpected question, "Why can't you just let me please you?"

I was taken completely by surprise by his simple question. I wasn't even sure how to respond. To accept, yet not give in return? No one had ever asked that of me. Finally, between kisses, I managed to stammer a reply, of sorts. "I'm not sure I know how to do that." I said quietly, only barely able to meet his eyes.

His clear blue eyes burned through me as he said simply, "I can teach you." For a split-second, I considered protesting, but his teasing touch wouldn't let me think straight. Silently, I gave in, allowing myself to sink back into more of his delightful kisses, meeting his mouth firmly, finding his tongue with my own until he broke away to nuzzle into the side of my neck again.

Soon enough, he tired of his hand's limited access, bound as it was by my pants, and I felt his other hand loosening my belt. I rushed to his aid, and together we fumbled and tugged until my belt and buttons separated and we managed to push the waist of my pants down to my upper thighs. His fingers slid into me again, and I moved my hands up to grip his forearms, pushing on them in encouragement.

Making full use of his new freedom, he reacquainted himself with every place he'd already touched, then proceeded on to explore all sorts of spots he couldn't access before. Places I'd all but forgotten existed. Places that stoked the warmth within me into a raging bonfire. He teased back and forth, alternating between sliding in and out, and tiny circles of pressure against my now-swollen clit. His kisses along the side of my neck served as tiny droplets of gasoline for the fire that burned inside of me.

I found that I couldn't sit still against him, I couldn't even think straight anymore. Somewhere through the haze, I heard him whisper something to me. Every nerve came to life as the words sunk in and I realized he'd asked if I would let him taste me.

"LET???" I heard myself shout from somewhere deep within. I hauled myself back to reality, enough to voice a shaky reply, "Somehow, I don't think 'let' is the right word." I must've sounded clever then, his quiet chuckle tickled over the tiny hairs along the side of her neck. Yet he made no move to stop, to change position, preferring instead to continue his current form of torture.

"Am I supposed to get up?" I wondered to myself. "No way on earth that's going to happen!" I couldn't move, only squirm more insistently against the maddening pressure of his fingertips on my flesh. I heard tiny cries escape my lips, felt myself flail about, felt my hands clench repeatedly, all as if it were someone else. It couldn't possibly have been me there, could it, writhing with pleasure at someone else's touch? I felt, more than heard, his name as it passed my lips, begging, pleading for...something.

I wasn't even sure what I was asking for anymore. Lost completely in his touch, I failed to notice his teasing had trailed off until I felt his hands at my sides, applying gentle pressure for me to stand. Somehow, I managed to comply, using the edge of the desk to steady myself.

After working his way out from under me, he pushed me back down into the chair before he knelt just slightly at my side. My breath caught in my throat as I watched his head move lower. Every voice inside my head clamored for attention, reminding me of each veiled reference he'd made of his desire to be there, leading up to this very act. I felt myself tense, my body rigid with anticipation. Only mere seconds had passed, yet it seemed more like an eternity.

The first stroke of his tongue was soft, almost timid. Then the second, and third. The breath I didn't even realize I'd been holding trapped in my lungs escaped from between my parted lips in a ragged, broken moan as he continued with maddenly gentle flicks of the tip of his tongue against my swollen clit. Then he dipped his head lower, providing more pressure with longer strokes of his tongue, just before his lips came down to join in the madness of my torment.

Dear Lord! The fire I'd felt at his touch was nothing compared to the smoldering heat building deep in my core at the insistence of his kisses. As he continued to lap at me with his tongue, I felt his fingers dance lightly along my inner thigh before he slid them inside of me, returning to again explore my waiting wetness. Again, I heard tiny moans, high-pitched almost to a squeal. Several seconds passed before I realized those sounds were coming from my lips.

The cramp in my fingers alerted me to the fact that my hands had his shirt in a death-grip, pulling at him to voice the encouragement my addled brain failed to put into words. Mere seconds away from my release, I suddenly found myself concerned at losing myself completely to this man. I remembered my shyness and embarrassment the last time he had brought me over the edge, and knew this time would be worse. This time, there were no sunglasses for me to hide behind. This time, the privacy offered by my office wouldn't allow me to mask my reaction. "Can I even allow myself this vulnerability?" was my fleeting thought.

The doubts in my head were swept away when his lips closed around my clit to suck it gently between his teeth, replaced by 'Oh dear God!' and 'Yes!' His teasing exploration continued without the slightest mercy. He changed pace effortlessly, from soft teasing flips of his tongue to gentle nibbles, to light taps of his fingertips, to hovering mere centimeters away and allowing only the warmth of his breath to caress me. All the while his fingers danced along my interior, sometimes with short fast strokes to tease at me, sometimes longer strokes to bury them deep within me.

Though he only touched a small part of me, I could have sworn I felt it everywhere, from the top of my head and into my hair to the very tips of my toes dancing in my boots. Every last inch of me was alive and burning from the heat of his touch. I knew it would come soon; I was so close. There would have been no stopping myself then, no stopping him, even if I'd wanted to.

My hands were tangled in his shirt, my legs rigid, my hips raised to meet his kiss. I had to genuinely fight the urge to move away from him, to save myself from his incessant torture. It was all too much, too intense to withstand, but I couldn't move, couldn't get away, couldn't find it within myself to make him stop, to tell him I couldn't take it anymore. I could only continue to spiral further and further out until finally the last gossamer thread of my self-control unraveled at the onset of my orgasm. Wave after wave of pure sweet pleasure crashed violently over me. Each tiny movement of his tongue sent another shiver up my spine, caused my muscles to contract around the fingers he still held inside of me.

Finally, after what felt like forever, the delicious spasms subsided, and my body relaxed, settling back into the chair. As I began to regain my senses, I found him saying...something. "What? Huh?" My brain struggled to reconnect with reality. Still dazed, I opened my eyes to find him staring at me expectantly.

"Sit up," he pushed at my legs. I struggled to get back into the chair, grateful for his assistance while I commanded my limp, rubbery form to obey. I closed my eyes to his intense gaze, feeling shy again in light of my body's reaction. He leaned up and kissed me back to awareness. It didn't take much; tasting myself on his lips provided a potent reminder of the event that had just transpired. Before I knew it, we had realigned and I was standing between his legs, facing his seated form in the chair.

Just as I moved in close, he pushed my top up and cupped a breast in each hand. The devilish twinkle in his eyes made his intent crystal-clear, but he said anyway, "Can't neglect these..." His words trailed off to nothing as he dipped his head and his lips enclosed the rosy peak of my right nipple. The warmth of his kiss began to rekindle the smoldering fire still burning deep within me. Each kiss, teasing flick of his tongue, and gentle nip of his teeth sent a tiny electric current coursing through me that finally settled in the pit of my belly.

Again, I started to lose focus on the world around me. Nothing existed, save the heat of his kisses against my bared skin. All I could think was...more. All I wanted then was to feel him buried within me, to join with him completely.

Normally an uncomfortable subject and mood killer in general, yet nonetheless a necessity, he saved me the trouble by bringing it up himself, asking for a condom. Suddenly, I felt overwhelmed with the need to know his true view on the subject. I didn't know why, but it was of the utmost importance. More so even than my desire to have him inside of me. 

I informed him of the fact that I was beyond the point of conception in my cycle, and left him the choice. Why did it matter what he would choose, given the option? If he insisted, he would wear one. If he didn't insist, I would have insisted myself. So why, why did I need to know right then what his viewpoint was? Hard to say, and I was sure I would ponder my timeliness later...

His insistence brought me back to the surface, and I reached for my bag. I was glad that he couldn't see the grateful look in my eyes, the look that I wasn't quite sure why I was unwilling to share it with him. I dug in my bag for a few seconds, fumbling in my excitement. Somehow, the damn things were just beyond my fingertips though. I reached further, willing myself to stretch. "Come on, damn it!" Just as I was about to give up, I felt his hands on my hips, lifting me, helping me. "There!" Finally, the elusive condom was within my grasp. I grabbed it and lifted myself up, attempting but failing miserably at smoothness as I handed it over.

He took it from my hand, and covered himself as I squelched the tiny flicker of disappointment wrapped firmly in necessity. My sadness at not being able to have him unfettered was overcome immediately by the very satisfying realization that I was about to get to feel him inside of me, right there, right then.

Suddenly aware of my pants still around my knees, knowing my options were limited, I turned away and positioned myself between his thighs. I hovered just inches over him, thankful for the hours of yoga. I reached between my own thighs to prepare myself as I felt his hand under me. Then I allowed my thighs to lower me further, using my fingertips to guide him into me. There was only the slightest resistance as he began to work his way inside. At first, just the head, then my body relaxed to receive him fully. Small sighs escaped from between my parted lips as my thighs lifted me slightly, then lowered me to capture him again and again. The need to drive myself downward, to slam him deep within me was all but overwhelming.

I was concentrating so hard to control my movement, to maintain a slow, steady pace that I failed to notice his release until he slid his hand back under me to apply enough pressure for me to continue. Far from disappointed, I found myself rather endeared by his effort to ensure my satisfaction. Mindful of his sensitivity, I continued, absolutely delighted by the way my body stretched slightly to accommodate his thickness as I lowered myself, then snapped back again as I raised back up. Every stroke brought me closer. The sweet friction of him sliding slowly inside of me again and again maddened me. I was heating from within then, completely wrapped up in forcing my thighs to repeat the gentle up and down movement of my hips.

Again and again, I slid him home. I felt my breath coming faster as the tension within me built, until finally, the tightly coiled spring snapped and the delightful sensations coursed through me again. Much milder than the violent spasms of earlier, but no less amazing. Only as the last wave subsided did I allow my rhythm to slow to a stop, easing myself down to envelop him one final time before moving away to release him.

To be continued...



Office Affair Ch. 04



Thursday- the ever-hated day of the staff meeting. Ugh! What an incessant hassle! Sitting in a room full of higher-ups to watch them all have a dick-waving contest has NEVER been my idea of "increased productivity!" Today however, it managed to serve as a pretty effective countdown timer.

"No, no. I don't need you here. It's just the stupid staff meeting. Go home and spend some time with your wife while she's off work," I conned my counterpart to enjoy a decent lunch for a change.

I teased him with the fact that I was now alone. My implication crystal-clear, I convinced him to sneak away for a little visit. While I waited, I even went so far as to set the stage by turning off the glaring overhead lights, leaving only the desk lights on to bathe the room in a soft glow.

The instant the door closed behind him, I strode across the room. Without pretext, I leaned in, invading his space, standing mere centimeters in front of him. I stretched my petite form to its full height of 4'11". After a few seconds charged with anticipation, he lowered his head to mine. Our lips met, softly at first, teasing almost. With a groan- mine or his? - the kiss deepened. Our tongues met in an incessant battle, each of us seeking to draw the other in.

His hands found my hips, then slid back to cup the softly rounded cheeks of my ass as he pulled me against him. Mine reached up to grip his firm arms in complete agreement. Then, without breaking the kiss, he walked me backward, not stopping until my stance was broken by the small round table halfway across the room. He lowered me gently down on the table, still devouring my own lips with his.

He broke off the kiss then, and leaned back away from me, though he still remained firmly ensconced between my parted thighs. His hands, freed from supporting my weight, began to explore. He found each of my breasts, kneading the soft globes through my clothes. Then he snatched my tee shirt free from the waistband of my pants to stroke the newly-bared flesh. His fingertips teased over every inch of the smooth skin of my belly, then slid higher to graze across the upper part of my breasts not covered by my bra. I could feel his piercing stare caressing my flesh almost as well as his touch as he looked down at me while he pushed the offending fabric upward, forcing my breasts to spill out from beneath it.

I sighed quietly when he lowered his head and his lips followed the same path of his hands. I felt my skin break out in goose flesh as his soft teasing kisses trailed upward from my belly button, along my side, finally stopping at the rosy peak adorning my right breast. I found his head with my hands then, arching my back as I pulled him to me, encouraging him to deepen his kiss. He obliged my silent request, closing his lips around the nipple before drawing it and the surrounding skin sharply between his teeth. I rewarded him with a gasp and tightened the hold my hands had on his head, further arching my back to meet his onslaught. He suckled deeply for a moment, then moved to the left breast to lavish it with the same savage attention.

He continued his path upward, trailing fiery kisses along my chest and up the side of my neck. I wrapped my legs around his waist and pulled him closer to me, grinding my hips against his hardness. My hands still on his head, I turned back into his kiss.

Our lips met again and again, wildly, almost violently this time. My moans as his hands renewed their exploration of my breasts were muffled as he squeezed and kneaded the tender flesh while his tongue darted past my teeth. I held his hips in an iron grip, my legs wrapped firmly around him, seeking to mimic what I really wanted, to feel him driving into me as he had before.

Finally, after what seemed an eternity of making out on the table like teenagers, he broke off our kiss and stepped back away from me. I opened my eyes and looked up at him then, completely dazed and somewhat confused by his sudden withdrawal.

"You have to go to the staff meeting," he said, motioning to the clock on the wall. "12:20" it mocked me. The weekly staff meeting was at 12:30, and in the next building. I stood up then, quickly rearranging my disheveled state to some semblance of professionalism.

"I have time. I want to taste you," I emphasized my statement with a mock pout.

"No you don't. It's 12:20. You've only got about 5 minutes," he replied matter-of-factly.

"That's more than enough time," I grinned devilishly, and reached for him, one hand finding his belt while the other zeroed in on the prominent bulge beneath it.

He sighed at me then, almost argumentatively, but I wasn't taking "No," for an answer. Not today. Not after that. I pushed him defiantly backward until he was forced to lean back against the conference table.

I quickly loosened his belt and snatched apart the buttons on his fly. Just as quickly, I separated the now open flaps of his pants and grabbed at the waistband of his boxer-briefs. I pulled them down with me as I lowered myself to kneel before him. He sprang free, rock-hard and begging for my attention, just as my knees made contact with the floor.

I gave one slight flick of my tongue to lap at the drop of pre-come formed on the tip, then I wrapped my lips around him. For a second, just around the head, then I took in more and more of him. I lavished every inch with my tongue as I swallowed him, inch by delicious inch.

Finally, I felt my lips make contact with the base and his head tease deliciously along the back of my throat. Perfectly moistened by the tongue bath I had administered as I took him into my warm mouth, I now slid up and down his shaft easily. I reached up with my free hand and grabbed at his hip, pulling him to me as much as I propelled myself into him. Each stroke of my lips along his length renewed the fire we had just created. As he neared his orgasm and grew even harder against my tongue, I felt my own juices flow. Stroke after stroke, I slid him deep into my mouth and down my throat. As my pace quickened to a fevered pitch, muffled moans escaped from between my lips, vibrating along the length of him.

He tangled his fingers into my hair, grabbing my head to pull me closer still. I heard a soft moan filter down from him then, as he twitched against my tongue. Then his fluid released, filling my mouth with spurt after spurt of his warm, salty liquid. I drew my lips tighter around him, not wanting to waste a single drop, as I swallowed all that he offered me.

Once his release subsided, I eased the pressure of my lips, still surrounding him fully as I gently pulled away from him. Once he was free, I slid my tongue softly up and down the length of his now-softening shaft, lest I miss any of the precious fluid. When I was satisfied with my clean-up job, I pulled the waistband of his underwear back up and released it to settle back into position.

I stood up then, allowing him to finish refastening his pants. My eyes sought the clock. It was 12:24. I smiled at him then, indicating the offending timepiece. "See? Told you I had plenty of time!" I taunted him gently, a wicked gleam in my eye.

"Yeah, yeah. Whatever," was his smart-ass reply. He pulled me back to him then, meeting my lips for one more of his amazing kisses. "Now get out of here before you're late!" he ordered sternly.

"Yes, sir!" I did my best to sound obedient, as I reached down to adjust my sopping-wet panties, allowing my fingertips a second of extra time to brush against my heated, throbbing flesh.

Then, I opened the door to peek out. Once I ascertained that no spying eyes would see, I allowed him to precede me out the door. One quick flip of my fingertips, and it was locked. With only seconds to spare, I made it over to the next building and into the conference room, still trying to wipe the grin off my face as I slid into my seat.

To be continued...



Office Affair Ch. 05



"Come over here," I smiled at him as he closed the door. "My morning office hours are over so no one will disturb us," my insinuation was crystal-clear.

"Damn it woman! I don't have time for this!" His complaint held no weight whatsoever though, since he said it after he locked the door and was making his way around the desk to stand in front of my chair.

I grabbed the hem of his uniform shirt and used it to propel my rolling office chair toward him. Now mere inches away, I moved my hands beneath his shirt and found his belt. I looked up at him, gauging his response as I quickly freed his already hardening member to my touch.

"I've got stuff I need to be doing right now," he interjected weakly, though his mock-frown was belied by the way he twitched as I softly stroked him to full awareness.

"I have something I need to be doing right now too," my eyes gleamed devilishly as I smeared my thumb through the drop of pre-come already spilling through the opening for me. "Besides, you've been teasing me all morning!" I chastised sternly.

Still holding his gaze, I dipped my head then, allowing my tongue to follow the path of my thumb. I watched as his eyes closed while I opened my mouth and enclosed the engorged head. My intent was only to tease him a bit, leave him wanting more. I wanted him to be as distracted as I was, unable to concentrate on work for the powerfully seductive images that kept invading my thoughts.

I slid down slowly, taking him in an inch at a time, only to withdraw and lap at him again with teasing strokes of my tongue. In hindsight, I should have known better than to think I could remain unaffected. Each time I wrapped my lips around him and drew him in further, I imagined feeling him elsewhere. Each time he filled my mouth and tickled at the back of my throat, I imagined myself stretching to accommodate his delicious thickness as he slid past my other set of lips. As much as I delighted in his response to my kisses, I found myself wanting more and more for him to bury himself deep inside of me again, to soothe the growing ache in the pit of my belly.

Just then, his hands came down to my shoulders, and I felt him pulling me upward, effectively putting a stop to the tongue bath I had been administering to tease him. He silenced my protests with his lips, kissing me until I relaxed in his arms. His fingers that had tangled in my hair suddenly tightened, tugging my head backward. I let out an almost animalistic groan at his unexpected roughness as his lips pulled away from mine, only to reattach themselves at the sensitive column of my throat.

His savage kisses blazed a fiery path up the side of my neck to my ear. He whispered then, "God, I want to fuck you so bad right now!" Every synapse in my brain fired at once when the full weight of his words sank in, and I felt my knees buckle at the mere thought.

Wordlessly, I pulled away from him, and reached for my bag, only a couple of feet away. I dug into the inside pocket until my fingertips closed over what I was looking for. I rose back up and handed him the condom, allowing him to take care of that particular task. The minute he took it from me, I was already unbuckling my belt, then snatching the buttons loose. I pushed my pants and panties down to my knees as I hobbled over to rejoin him.

He pulled me back into his arms for another fiery embrace, kissing me roughly and thoroughly. Then, without a word, he spun me around and propelled me forward to the edge of the desk. He pressed himself full-length against my backside, bending to slip himself between my thighs.

"Mmmmm, you're already ready?" he whispered in my ear, surprised when he reached down to find me completely soaked. I nodded slightly and nestled back into him as I gripped the edge of the desk to brace myself for his onslaught. His arm snaked down between us then, and he guided himself to the wetness at my entrance. Mindful of the fact that it'd been so long since I'd had a steady lover, he tried to start off slow, easing himself into me a little at a time. But I didn't care. I knew I'd probably regret it later, but I couldn't wait any longer.

"Oh God, please fuck me!" I cried out in a quiet moan, as I pushed myself back against him. Needing no further encouragement, he grabbed my hips and drove himself deeply, completely inside of me, not stopping until his hips were mashed firmly against the cheeks of my ass. "Oohhhh, yes! That's it! Fuck me!" I did my damnedest to keep quiet, but I almost couldn't help myself. I couldn't even begin to fathom the repercussions if we got caught, but it was so hard to care when he was filling me so nicely as he pistoned in and out. I continued to moan and whisper encouragement, trying to let him know I was about to come, to coax him into coming with me. Sensing my impending orgasm, he reached down and found the sensitive button of my clit and rubbed it firmly with his fingertips while his hips continued to rock back and forth and bury every rock-hard inch again and again. Within seconds, the added pressure of his fingertips stroking my clit sent my right over the edge. I came violently, almost losing my grip on the edge of the desk as the spasms took over. I felt my internal muscles clench and release him again and again, until he let out a soft moan of his own and propelled himself deep inside of me one final time for his own release. He stayed there, buried to the hilt, a firm grip on my hips, until our combined spasms subsided and our ragged breathing slowed. Then he leaned forward and pressed soft kisses into the side of my neck as he slowly withdrew, leaving me empty, but strangely, still full.

To be continued...



Office Affair Ch. 06



As it would seem, I found his weakness. Then, he in turn, found mine. My co-workers and I were still working on painting the office, so I came in wearing civvies. However, I had to change into my uniform to go to the staff meeting. It had been my every intention to change earlier, but I had honestly not yet gotten the chance.

Lunchtime rolled around before I knew it. So, I waited until my counterparts took off for their lunch break, then began to gather up all the parts of my uniform. Just as I crossed the room to lock the door, the knob slipped away from my hand. "Hi," he grunted, walking in like he owned the place. I watched him as he walked across the room and sat down at the conference table, unpacking his lunch. I waited until he looked back up at me, still standing in the doorway, before I pulled it shut and turned the lock. "I have to change for the staff meeting," I replied to his upturned eyebrow.

"Gotta change anyway, might as well show off for someone who actually appreciates the way I look. God knows nobody at home is looking!" I thought to myself as I crossed back over to my desk. I felt his eyes on me as I reached down and slipped my shoes off, one by one. I made it a point then to come back around the desk in order to allow him an unblocked view of my impromptu strip-tease. Then, stealing up every ounce of courage, I looked purposefully away and unfastened my jeans, forcing myself to release the zipper slowly. Just as slowly, I hooked my thumbs into the waistband and slid them over my hips and down my legs to expose creamy thighs. I bent just slightly as I pulled each leg free, making sure he had the perfect view of my bared ass cheeks framed only by the mint green thong I had chosen to wear that day.

"Hmph... Is he even looking?" I thought to myself. Not one to be swayed, I straightened up and made a big show of folding my jeans neatly before setting them off to the side. Still, he sat at the table, calmly eating his lunch. "Alright then, you can't stop now!" my brain commanded. I took a deep breath to settle my nerves, then reached for the hem of the cute little tee shirt I'd picked out in hopes of catching his eye. I remembered taking forever this morning standing in the closet, before settling on this one- a dark blue baby tee with the words, "Face it. Scary girls are hot!" emblazoned across my breasts. I found myself wondering if he'd noticed it as I slipped it up and over my head.

The coolness of the room gave rise to a layer of goose bumps over my exposed flesh, now covered only by the matching set of undergarments that really didn't cover much at all. Again, I stood there and carefully folded the discarded garment, sneaking a peak at him before walking back around the desk. "Guess not," I sighed to myself as I laid it on top of the jeans. "Well, nothing left to do now but get dressed." More than a little disappointed that I'd failed to entice him closer, I forced myself to remain calm as I reached casually for the sand colored tee shirt, instead of snatching it on to cover my embarrassment.

I pulled the offending garment over my head, wriggled my arms into the sleeves, and turned back to look at him, only to find his chair empty. My head snapped to the left just in time to catch him sneaking up behind me, and I nearly jumped out of my skin to discover him mere inches away. "Oh!" I cried out in surprise. I only barely managed to catch the hand-in-the-cookie-jar look on his face before his last step brought him up to stand behind me.

In one fluid movement, he crushed himself against me and leaned in to press hungry kisses against the left side of my neck. His hardness pressed into the small of my back left me no doubt that my insecurity was completely unwarranted. Was that what brought the smile to my lips? To know I'd affected him? Or were the delicious shivers caused by his touch?

His hands were already in full exploration mode, under my shirt to squeeze my breasts, down my belly to slide over my bare thighs and in between to tease against my closely-cropped mound. Already, I felt myself beginning to moisten at his touch. I turned slightly into his kiss, afraid to move and break the contact of him pressed against me, but hungry to taste him.

Our lips meet wildly, tongues entwining immediately, passionately. His kisses and touch sapped my strength and my knees buckled beneath me. I felt his hands move to my hips and swing me around to set me on the edge of the desk.

No sooner than my bared cheeks made contact with the cold metal, then he had already knelt in front of me and slid my thong to the side to expose me to him. I watched him as he moved in closer, feeling myself growing wet with the anticipation of what I knew was next. I moaned aloud as the first touch of his tongue sent a shockwave straight through me.

He licked and kissed and nibbled at every inch of me- along the fleshy expanse of each outer lip, my sensitive clit, my inner lips. I moaned again when his tongue teased the edge of my opening, then slid inside a bit before he ran it back up my slit to tease against my clit again.

I was trying so hard to stay silent but he was really making it damn near impossible. The teasing flicks of his tongue against my skin were maddening, and already bringing me close to a powerful orgasm. It was all I could do to remain motionless when he moved in even closer to suck the engorged nub gently between his teeth as he slid a finger inside of me. All I could do to sit still as he ran his tongue down to lap at my wetness while his fingertips explored until they found just the right spot. All I could do not to buck away from him, break the contact of his lips and tongue as they circled my clit again while the friction of his fingers sliding in and out of me drove me to distraction. All I could do not to beg him to stop his teasing and fuck me.

But he continued. Against my squirming, he continued. Expertly, his touch brought me higher, closer and closer to my climax. Each flick of his tongue elicited a moan I could no longer suppress. My hands gripped at the edge of the desk fiercely in an effort to remain motionless as I felt myself heating up from the inside. I wanted to grab his head and grind myself into his face until I found the release he was slowly teasing me to. But my thoughts betrayed me. I remembered doing that once, a long time ago, at home. I remembered all too well the teasing afterward, "You were trying to kill me!" my husband had said. Even now, his insensitive comment brought a flush of shame and embarrassment to my cheeks.

Instead, I kept my hands firmly attached to the edge of the desk. I looked down at my new lover, gently lapping at every inch of me, then smiled at the fact that I'd thought of him as my new lover. "Well, if the one at home was too dense to appreciate me, here was one who wasn't," I thought wryly. Then, I put the ugly interruption of thoughts of my husband aside, and gave myself more fully to the moment at hand.

He must've sensed my thoughts had strayed, for he left off with his teasing kisses to look up at me. He searched my eyes and held them, replacing the laving of his tongue against my sensitive clit with gentle circles from the pad of his thumb, while the fingers he held inside of me found and kneaded my g-spot. I squeezed my eyes shut, both against his scrutiny and the rise of pleasure his teasing ministration began to elicit. I felt the warmth of his breath when he dipped his head again, as his lips trailed along, blowing gently against my skin. The teasing pressure of his fingertips inside were maddening, almost frightfully so. When his tongue seamlessly replaced his thumb and found my button again to tease me further, it was more than I could take.

I bucked furiously against the edge of the desk as I came, only just barely managing to stay upright. Spasm after spasm shot through every inch of me as I felt myself contract repeatedly around the fingers he still held buried within me. Each gentle tug as he sucked and nibbled at my clit brought forth a fresh wave of sensation, and with it, another soft groan from between my parted lips. Finally, he released me and withdrew his fingers, allowing me to float back down to some semblance of reality. He stood back up and kissed me then, allowing me the exquisite pleasure of tasting myself on his lips. Then he calmly walked back over and took his seat while I fumbled with the rest of my uniform.

Just a few short moments later, I took my seat in the staff meeting, still completely dazed. "Well, you asked for it," I said to myself, still quivering. Lost in thought, I completely missed my cue, and had to brief my notes at the end. Oops!

To be continued...



Office Affair Ch. 07



"What a mess! This stupid office will never be finished!" I thought to myself as I frowned wryly. Furniture rearranged haphazardly, piles of crap strewn everywhere. Paint supplies, floor stripper, wax. Good grief! How on earth did a 2-day job turn into something that had already taken over a week now?

It didn't help that I was the only one in here doing any of our "real" work either. It was his idea to re-do the office, the guy whose position I'd taken over, but he was all but out the door. And, while the new guy had started last week, he was off on vacation for two weeks. Highly inconvenient, but I couldn't bring myself to deny him the plans he'd made long before he moved over here.

To top it off, it was Monday. Not the most optimal way to start the week, that was for sure! The only positive, if not completely unprofessional, spin on the whole damned lot of it was the excuse to wear my civilian clothes again. Today it was comfy jeans, a brightly colored "Orange Crush" tee shirt, and a pair of flip-flops.

I worked on and off at my desk, in between sorting through the haphazardly strewn piles of clutter in the somewhat daunting task of setting the office back to some semblance of a vaguely professional environment. Every time I sat down to handle emails and the like, I passed the time with a tidbit of conversation with my new 'friend' from upstairs. Sometimes it was a steamy comment, others a simple 'Hi,' or a rant about the idiots surrounding us.

His repeated apology for his lack of skill made me chuckle. He claimed again and again he would get better. Ha! Not that it was necessary by any means! My replies for those comments generally consisted of something along the lines of telling him I didn't think I could take too damned much improvement. In any case, his words had most certainly piqued my interest. I could already feel the moisture beginning to collect between my thighs at the mere thought of offering him the opportunity to show just how much he could 'improve.'

Shortly after lunch, as soon as I'd managed to run off my useless counterpart, I messaged him that I was now alone. Too bad though. It was still way too early in the day to have any fun. His office was still swarming with people. Filled to its capacity with entirely too many eyes to notice he'd left for the day, but why was his vehicle still waiting for him in the parking lot?

"You really must learn to be more patient!" I chided myself sternly. So, I did what can only be described as 'busy work' for the next couple of hours. It certainly wasn't anything that required much thought, that was for sure. I puttered away at yet another of the programs that was part of my new position. When that became too annoying and mundane, I'd get up and chip away at some of the mess surrounding me. Ever so often, I'd throw another teasing comment his way.

"You REALLY should be down here right now."

"I REALLY want to be down there right now!"

"So hurry up then! ;-)"

"Lol... Why won't they just LEAVE?????"

Finally, after what seemed like forever, the herd began to thin out upstairs. I kept up with my 'busy work,' still attempting to wait somewhat patiently for the last of his crew to leave so he could make his way down without all the busybodies around to speculate as to why he always spent so much time 'visiting' the downstairs office. Especially since he really had no business down here, and the occasional comment was already being made. It was all just good-natured ribbing really, but it tended to hit a little closer to home for two people with VERY guilty consciences. I was sorting through some paperwork when he finally snuck in through the back door.

"Jeez!" I chided gently, as I set aside the stack of documents. "Took you long enough!"

His reply consisted of a half-apologetic shrug followed by a somewhat annoyed grimace as he shut and locked the door. He sat his lunch bag down on the table before making his way over to the other side of the room where I was standing at the one unused desk in the office. The second he was close enough, he pulled me to him for our first kiss in several days. My knees almost buckled as his lips crushed mine and he invaded the warm recesses of my mouth with his tongue. I kissed him back just as fiercely, straining forward to meld my body into his. Eventually, he broke away from the sweet punishment he was inflicting on my tender lips and moved to nuzzle against the side of my neck.

"You're still here," he whispered in my ear as his hand came around to find my breast and knead it through the thin material of my tee shirt.

"Of course," I whispered back, straining my quickly hardening nipple into his touch. "I was working, you know."

"Well, don't let me disturb you," he began to pull away from me.

"Oh no, I'm all done now," I lied, as I grabbed at his shirt to pull him back to me. In fact, I wasn't finished, not even close. But work would keep, for now. I had much more pressing needs that concerned me. Namely, getting rid of the articles of clothing that still separated us so I could feed my ever-growing hunger for his touch.

I reached for the buttons on his shirt, fumbling a bit in my eagerness. One by one, they parted, until the last one gave way, allowing me to slip the offending garment off his shoulders and to the floor. As it fell away, I returned my hands up to his shoulders and ran them down his chest, delighting in its firmness beneath the flimsy under shirt he wore. Then lower still, until they reached his belt.

He smiled at me when I looked up at him as I worked to free him, before he reached forward to administer the same seductive treatment. As his fingers found and deftly released the button and slid the zipper down on my jeans, he leaned back into me and began to kiss me again. The touch of his lips against mine, softer than before, pushed me further into my heightened state of arousal, coaxing my lips open with gentle, teasing pressure.

I opened my mouth to him and found his tongue with my own as I quickly finished undoing the buttons on his pants. When the last of the four buttons parted at my command, I slid my hand inside to stroke him through his underwear, reveling in the feel of him stiffening beneath the smooth skin on the palm of my hand. Our kisses continued as he tugged my jeans over my hips and down my thighs, then slid his hand back up to stroke across my panty-covered mound. I let out a soft sigh, almost in disappointment at the loss, when his lips again left mine to trail along the side of my neck.

"Oh damn, that's nice," I whispered when he slipped his hand under the waistband of my panties to tease me further.

"What's nice? That?" he whispered back as his fingertips slid over the fleshy expanse of my outer lips.

"Mmmmmmm," I nodded, tightening my grip on his shaft in appreciation.

He slid lower then, finding the dampness at my entrance and easing just the tip of his finger inside of me. "Is that nice?"

"Yes!" I moaned quietly.

I gripped him even more firmly and strained my hips forward into his touch, seeking more. He pushed further, sliding his finger all the way in and allowing me to grind against the palm of his hand for a few seconds before pulling it back out. Now dampened by my juices, it slid easily back upward to find my clit, still buried beneath its protective hood.

"This?" the lazy circles of his fingertip against my button and quietly whispered teases brought forth another moan and emphatic nod, as I continued to strain forward into his touch. "And do I get to taste you today?"

"Yes! Pleeaaassseeee!" I groaned against his cheek. I turned my face back into his kisses. "You don't... ever... have to ask... for permission... to do that!" I sighed into his mouth between kisses.

With a gentle nudge, he pushed me down into the chair behind me. I sighed then, a mixture of disappointment for the loss of the pressure of his mouth against mine, and the heady anticipation of what was to be next. I kicked my sandals off as he knelt down in front of me and helped me the rest of the way out of my jeans, sliding them slowly over my slender calves one at a time before setting them off to the side.

The look in his bright blue eyes was unmistakably devilish when he turned back to capture my gaze. I found myself achingly aware of my already labored breathing then, watching him, as his hands slid up my calves to my knees and pushed them to the arms of the chair. One hand slid up further, skimming lightly over the sensitive skin of my inner thigh, until his fingertips made contact with the moistened fabric of my thong.

My heart pounded furiously beneath my breasts as he snagged the edge of the material and pushed it to the side, teasing across my warm, wet flesh until he exposed his prize. I felt myself blushing under the scrutiny of his gaze, no longer able to hide the extent of his effect on me. He dipped his finger down until he found the moisture collecting around my opening and slowly drew it back up the length of my slit until he reached my clit again, now beginning to swell and peeking free from her hiding place, begging for his attention. I felt my eyelids flutter, but forced them to stay open and continue to watch as his fingertips brushed delicately over my most sensitive areas. Finally, just as I almost couldn't withstand the suspense anymore, he leaned in closer.

I heard myself sigh softly as I watched him descend, almost in relief that he would soon put an end to the tortuous knot already forming deep within me. I came to the quick realization that my feelings of relief were premature when he stopped just short of contact, preferring instead to allow only the warmth of his breath to join in with the play of his fingertips along my exposed mound. My breath caught in my throat at this madness. I felt myself screaming inside, begging for the release I knew he would provide, as my hips strained upward, seeking contact.

Finally, he saw fit to end my torture and dipped his head slightly lower. All the air escaped my lungs at the first touch of his tongue on my heated flesh, and I felt myself melt into the chair. His tongue was warm, firm, as he drug it along the fleshy expanse of my outer labia, still teasing. Warmer still when he slipped it between to find the more sensitive skin of my inner lips. Even hotter when he slid lower and tongue-fucked me, pushing his tongue deep inside to collect the juices spilling from my opening. My so-called relaxation was short-lived at this invasion, and I felt myself gripping the arms of the chair as my hips began to strain forward to meet the thrusts of his tongue.

I was trying so hard to hold off, to match the slow teasing pace of his seduction, but the knot of my orgasm had been building for far too long. I reached up and bit down on the side of my fingers to quiet the screams bubbling from the pit of my belly. The slight rasp of his tongue when he withdrew and found my clit sent me over the edge in a single stroke. Each flick of his tongue brought forth another spasm, and another, and another as he lapped at me, merciless to the cries I muffled into my hand. Finally, the thrash of my hips bucked me away from him, and the spell was broken, leaving me spent, gasping for air.

Within seconds, he raised back up, finding my mouth again with his own. I tasted myself in his kiss and clung to him. Finally, I broke away, just enough to whisper, "Fuck me," against his lips.

"What? Now?" I couldn't see it, but felt the smile of satisfaction as it played across his lips.

"Yes!" I groaned, pleading. "God, yes!!!"

He pulled me up from the chair, and I supported myself against the firmness of his chest as I attempted to steady my wobbly legs. His hands traveled down my sides until they found the hem of my tee shirt and slid it up and off before sending it fluttering down to join my discarded jeans. He leaned forward then, finding my mouth again, and kissed me hungrily, his tongue sliding over mine as he reached behind me to unclasp my bra. Once he had it undone, he bent and found my nipple, tonguing the hardened nub before drawing it into his mouth to give it a gentle nip. He lavished the other with the same sweet attention as he reached up and slid the straps from my shoulders, helping me shrug it off so it could join my other clothing.

I stepped away from him then, but only long enough to reach into my bag and hand him a condom. Still shaking, I hooked my thumbs into the waistband of my panties and peeled them off, turning away as I dropped them onto my pile of clothes. He reached for me as I turned back to him, smiling slightly as his hands went to my hips and around to caress the soft, fleshy cheeks of my ass.

He picked me up effortlessly from the floor and sent his mouth descending down to mine as he lifted me to wrap my legs around his waist. In one fluid motion, he lowered me, sliding deeply, completely inside of me. My gasp at his sudden intrusion was muffled by his kiss as he held me there, suspended, impaled. I wrapped my legs tighter around him, seeking leverage, and began to move myself up and down the length of him.

He broke away from the kiss then, and groaned, "God, but you feel good!"

I melted at his most sensual complement, still maneuvering my hips to slide myself up and down the length of his shaft. He stepped forward then, until he pressed my back against the wall, and began to thrust himself more firmly into me, I gripped his shoulders, gladly relinquishing control.

Truth be told, I never really had it anyway. I could already feel the build-up of another powerful orgasm deep in the pit of my belly as I clung to him desperately while he drove himself into me, deeper now, faster, harder. Suddenly, he pulled away from the wall, lifting me away from him. I moaned in utter despair at the shock of the loss of his presence within me as he stood me back upright.

"Turn around," he ordered, pushing me back toward the chair. Quickly, I complied, sternly instructing my still shaky legs to obey as I climbed up into the chair and kneeled to offer him access from behind. He was behind me the second I got into position, finding me, sliding easily back into me, now even deeper than before. A hand on my hip to steady himself, and he began to move again, slowly now.

Each sensual thrust of his hips brought forth another moan. He leaned forward, twisting his fingers into my hair and pulling it roughly to further arch my back, pressing hot kisses along the side of my neck, still driving me to utter madness with the teasingly slow pace. I wanted to tell him, to shout at him, to scream I was going to explode, to say how exquisite he felt, stretching me, heating me. I wanted to beg, fuck me, please! But no words would come out as I drew nearer. Finally, as the dam broke, as the spasms racked every muscle in me, as the intense contractions from within squeezed him tighter with every thrust, I found one word, and called out his name.

His lips continued their sweet torment as he rode the waves of my orgasm with me until the very last shudder. Then, easing his fingers from where they'd been knotted in my hair, he again withdrew, pulling me from the chair and spinning me back around to lift me on to him again.

"Again?" he teased quietly into my ear, lifting and lowering my hips in a steady rhythm. "So soon?"

I could only nod, weakly. All my energy was wrapped up in hanging on to him, gripping his shoulders as he found every oversensitive inch of me with his unrelenting strokes.

"Hmmmm... I may just have to put you back against the wall," each word was punctuated by more hot kisses.

I finally found my voice then, still breathless, shaky. "I don't care... where... you put me. Just don't... fucking... stop!"

With a groan, he stepped forward again until my back was once more pressed firmly against the wall, thrusting deeply as we made contact.

"Oh God, yes! That's it. Fuck me!" my last words were silenced when his mouth came down, crushing mine in a brutal, punishing kiss, punctuated with another firm thrust. And another. And another. I clung to him, my hands gripping his shoulders, meeting each kiss, bracing my hips forward to allow him deeper access. Gone was the teasing pace from before. My mind still screamed, "Yes! Fuck me! Harder!"

Though I no longer mouthed the words, too wrapped up in his kisses, still he somehow heard me and was more than willing to comply, fucking me hard and fast now. I only barely felt his release, as his hands tightened convulsively, painfully on my hips, and drove himself even deeper inside of me. I felt yet another fit of tremors as I came again, convulsing, squeezing, milking every drop of his fluid down the length of his shaft to spill forward into the condom's reservoir. He held me there, pinned against the wall, for one final, brief moment as I floated back down to earth.

His kisses softened to a mere whisper across my lips. Finally, he stepped back, gingerly easing himself from me to stand me upright. I found the chair again and sank gratefully down into it, waiting for my breathing to slow, for the tremors in my legs to cease, and watched him as he removed the condom, grimacing at his own sensitivity.

I giggled then, before I could stop myself. It wasn't that there was anything funny, only to know that I wasn't the only one who was a complete and utter mass of nerves every time we came in contact with each other. I stifled another giggle then, and he glared at me.

"Shut up!" he growled. "It's sensitive!"

I could only smile back at him.

"Get dressed!" he barked. "It's time to go!" He was already rearranging his uniform.

"Okay. Okay!" Still grinning from ear to ear, I reached for the pile of discarded clothing at my feet. "Yes, sir!"

To be continued...



Office Affair Ch. 08



Today was totally unexpected. Wow! I don't know what I did to deserve it, but I really needed to figure it out so I could continue doing it! Today was HOT HOT HOT! And- twice in a week! Hell, I wasn't used to all this attention anymore. In just a short span of time, I'd gone from a two and a half years of never at all, to twice in one week! Honestly, I wasn't even sure what to make of it. Not at all. One thing was for damn sure though. I liked it. A lot!

Again, I simply can't express enough that he took me totally by surprise today. Certain obvious circumstances dictated that our time together be extremely limited. So, to say his appearance in my office at the end of the duty day was unexpected would definitely be classified as an understatement. Even now, sitting in my favorite chair on the patio, relaxing with a glass of perfectly chilled Gerwertztraminer and a cigarette, I can't help but smile in surprised wonder as I (again) replay every delicious detail of our latest tryst.

I glanced up at the clock on the wall just above the front door. "1542," it read. Good grief! How on earth did time get away from me again today? Well, I suppose there's something to be said for getting lost in your work. With a sigh of resignation, I began to take inventory of the numerous programs, emails, and whatnot that were still open on my monitor. One by one, I began to save my work and close them out for the day.

Just as I was down to the last three- our database and a couple of emails that still required a response, I heard the door open. I looked up from the screen at about the time it closed again, but saw no one, so I went back to my work, thinking it was one of the several occasions someone had stuck their head in and left, after thinking no one was there. "Being short has its perks," I smiled to myself, then peeked around the side of the monitor, just to be on the safe side. Nothing. I chuckled to myself a bit at my unfounded nervousness, then damn near leaped clear out of my skin when he popped up suddenly over the top of the monitor!

"Jesus Christ!" I sputtered. "You fucking asshole!" I sent him a glare that I hoped would look sufficiently mean. Of course, it was tough to be angry. One- it was funny as hell! Two- it was about the nicest shock to my system I'd had all damned day. He just stood there, laughing at his prank, grinning from ear to ear.

Within seconds, I was mesmerized, lost in the genuine enjoyment in his deep blue eyes, and the way his laughter made them crinkle up just slightly around the corners. I shook my head slightly to clear it. "Dick!" I grumbled fiercely. But I was already starting to smile to myself. Then, a giggle escaped from between my lips. Finally, I gave up, and laughed with him.

"Anyway," I said, once the laughter died down, "I take it you're done for the day?"

"Yep," he replied, still grinning, "Or, at least, I'm not fucking doing anything else!"

"Fair enough," I nodded. "Wanna walk me out then?"

"Hurry up!" now it was his turn to feign fierceness.

"Alright, just let me finish this email..."

"Ugh! Really?"

"C'mon. It'll only take a minute. It's to Chief."

He stood there, expectantly, then motioned impatiently with his hands. "Let's go!"

I snapped out of it, tearing my eyes away from his to look back down at the screens in front of me. My fingers flew across the keyboard, rapid strokes to formulate a reply concerning the status of our augmentees. "Well, I sure hope he's happy!" I grumbled. "I've already gotten half of them back on track!" I sighed then, annoyed with how every program in this office had been set aside to be covered with dust over the last 6-8 months.

"Done?" his impatient question snapped me back to the present.

"Huh? Oh, yeah. Just gotta log off."

"C'mon then!"

"Alright, alright. I'm coming!" I snatched my ID card out of the keyboard, and snapped it back into the badge holder dangling from around my neck as I made my way around the desk. I offered an apologetic smile, then turned away for a quick inventory of my bag before zipping it up. I felt his arms snake around me from behind then, his breath warm in my hair as he pulled me against him.

"Well, hello then," I whispered, bringing my hands up to find his arms. His breath tickled against the side of my ear just before his lips brushed along the side of my neck and sent a delicious shiver down my spine.

"Mmmmm, that's nice," I sighed softly, gripping his arms tighter and straining backwards into him.

"I need to go home," he whispered, making no move to step away.

"Uh huh. Home," I whispered back, bringing my hand up to the back of his head as I tilted mine to allow him better access to continue the tantalizing brush of his lips along the sensitive skin. And he did continue, teasing his way down the side of my neck with feathery kisses as he brought his hands up to cup my breasts, kneading them through my uniform top.

I closed my eyes and stood there, perfectly still, as I allowed his suggestive touch to heighten my awareness of him. He felt delightfully firm against me, strong. I could already feel him beginning to stir where his hips made contact against the small of my back. I caught the hint of a sweet scent, his gum perhaps? Finally I could be still no longer. With a sigh, I turned into his kiss and found his lips with my own. They were warm, soft, and slightly moist, as I knew they would be. With only the slightest pressure they parted, and I slipped my tongue between them. I slid past his teeth and found his tongue, delighting in the electric current that shot straight through me as our tongues met. His hand came up then, tangling in my hair, as he turned me and deepened our kiss.

"Mmmmm..." my groan was muffled into his mouth. "God you taste good!"

I slid my hands down to his sides and pressed myself more firmly against him, grinding myself into his erection. His fingertips tightened in my hair as he deepened our kiss further, exploring the moist recesses of my mouth again and again with bold strokes of his tongue. I jumped when I felt him slide his hand under the waistband of my panties and his fingertips made their first contact against my damp flesh. He smiled against my lips at my reaction, knowing as well as I did that I'd gotten lost in his sensual assault on my lips, and failed to notice when he loosened the belt and buttons on my pants in order to further his exploration.

He pulled his mouth away and nuzzled into the side of my neck with more teasing kisses along the sensitive column of my throat. His fingertips danced down my spine until they found the waistband of my pants and pushed them down to rest at the tops of my thighs before returning upward to join his other hand in its assault on my senses. With this one he skimmed across the bared cheek of my ass before diving lower until he found my entrance, wet and waiting for him. I groaned again as the tiny scrap of fabric that still covered me was swept aside and he delved into me.

"Aaahhh, yes! Right there..." I moaned softly as he found my sweet spot and began to tease it with long smooth strokes. Already I was on the brink of an orgasm. I could feel my inner muscles tensing against the sweet invasion of his fingers sliding deep inside of me. Sensing my nearness, he changed his pace, slowing to prolong my agony, chuckling at my groan of frustration that he would deny me, preferring instead to tease me, to draw it out until I begged for release. His fingertips swirling against my clit continued their incessant torture while he adjusted the pace of sliding in and out from fast to slow to keep me just on the edge, biting my bottom lip to keep from crying out.

"God you're wet," he whispered into the side of my neck, punctuating his words with more kisses.

"Mmmmmmm... I can't take much more of that."

"Guess I'll have to take it easy on you then," he withdrew his fingers and slid his hand back up to my hip, causing me to moan in frustration at the loss. The pressure of his fingertip against my clit never ceased. "It's either this or I'm fucking you."

"Ummmm... that's not... really... ooohhhh... a threat." Any second now, I was going to explode from the gentle, yet insistent pressure of his touch. His recently freed hand sculpted one firm cheek, then he slid down again to resume his torture. "Aaarrrggghhh!!!" I cried into his shoulder. "Oh God, please!" I begged, brokenly.

"Please what?" his voice, still strong and steady, mocked me. I had no words left to answer as suddenly, the dam broke, and I groaned at the onslaught of the first waves of my orgasm. I leaned into him, completely dead weight against his chest, shuddering as I felt my inner muscles contract around his fingers again and again.

"Jesus Christ!" I exclaimed hotly as the last spasm subsided, surprised as always at the intensity of my reaction to his touch. Taking a deep breath, I pushed away from him and turned for my bag. I dug through it in a frenzy, snatching the condom from its hiding place in one of the many inner compartments. I turned back to him and handed it over. One word passed my lips as I found his eyes and stared back at him, my smoldering gaze the perfect punctuation, "Now." Part plea, part demand, it was all he needed.

He sheathed himself and spun me around. I reached down with a still-trembling hand and guided him to the wetness of my entrance. No sooner than I had him in position, he lunged forward, driving himself deeply, fully inside of me. I gasped aloud at the sudden shock, clenching my hands at nothing, willing myself to open up to him. He began to move then, slowly, waiting for my body to adjust, to welcome him. Each smooth thrust of his hips buried him deeper. Still much too sensitive from earlier, I didn't have the first ounce of control, and the sweet friction sent me straight into the throes of another orgasm.

I heard myself whimpering, calling his name, as the powerful spasms began anew. With each wave, I gripped him tightly, drawing him deeper, milking his shaft as he continued to pummel me with swift thrusts of his hips. Tighter and tighter, his hands clutched at my hips, as he rode the waves with me until I felt him stiffen and drive himself home one final time, this time remaining deathly still as he lost himself in his own release.

Finally, his grip loosened, and he eased himself away from me. I turned and found the nearest chair, sinking into it gratefully as I waited for my legs to stop shaking, my heart to slow its incessant pounding in my chest, my breathing to return to some semblance of normalcy. After a minute or two to collect myself, I got up and began to rearrange my uniform into something resembling the professional image I always sought to maintain.

"I thought you had to go home?" I smiled at him as I tucked my tee shirt back into my pants.

"I do," he smiled back. "Hurry up!" his smile disappeared, replaced by a mock-frown.

"Yeah, yeah," I shot back, hastily buttoning the last button on my overblouse. I snatched up my bag and we walked together to the fence entrance, before separating to our respective vehicles. A quick wave, and he pulled out in front of me. I followed behind, catching his eye occasionally in his side view mirror. As he turned into his subdivision, he stuck his hand out the window, offering a slight wave. I smiled and waved back, oddly tickled at this highly uncharacteristic gesture from him, and continued the rest of the way home, already reliving every delicious detail, sure that I was blushing furiously and grinning from ear to ear as I did so.

To be continued...



Office Affairs



Chapter 1: Creating a Submissive

Avil was sitting in office, ostensibly busy with the latest research report sought by the senior management. Haah! A bunch of oafs is what they were, making people slave over inanities when they had no meaningful work to give. Luckily the juicy female trainees made life bearable. His body would literally burn with lust each time he would see the options on display.

"PLEASE Oh Lord!" he would often beg, "Give me the power to control women's minds, I wont need anything else in the world."

Minimized and tucked away in his taskbar was always a google window with search strings on mind control spells and hypnotism. Avil should really not be thinking all these dirty thoughts as the girls were basically very sweet and were good friends with him. But the very sight of panty-covered bums straining through cream-colored pants would make him want to whip the tender ass cheeks black and blue.

Avil was surreptitiously surfing as usual when he came to a website on some Tibetan llama. A weird one line "mantra" was given there; "OM AAH CHUNG VAJRA GURU PREMA SIDDHU CHUNG OM AA DUNG" went the mantra, it promised all sorts of miracles. If one recited it millions of times, one would attain nirvana or something. 

"What crap" thought Avil as he clicked off. Later at home, as he relaxed with a vodka and watched a XXX film, he began thinking out ways and means to use the mantra. 

"Hey, what if I record it in a tape and keep playing it at night on playback mode? My mind will virtually be reciting the mantra". Swiftly arranging his stuff, Avil began recording. Soon the tape was ready. Fairly jumping with joy, he set up the apparatus and slowly drifted off to sleep while the hymn droned on....

The next day, Avil felt quite fresh throughout the day, generally he would be quite pooped by the time he took his late evening shag, massaging his dick with soap filled palm, but today, he felt like he could take on the whole bunch of chicks from office in one go! But hard luck! He felt no different or powerful. Still, with the dogged perseverance of the true pervert, he decided to persist with his efforts. 

Two weeks had gone by, there was now a definite change coming over Avil. He was doing very well at work now, was able to coordinate multiple tasks better and could anticipate in advance just what his superiors desired. He sat at office one day and was wistfully staring away at Pam, one of the trainees. A slim girl, Pam generally dressed conservatively, but today she was clad in skintight worn jeans and tight T Shirt. Her long legs were on display, flashing like nunchaks in Bruce Lee's hands as she flitted about here and there on her errands. Her tight ass wiggled this way and that as she moved, every once in a while her nipples would harden and would push through the thin fabric. 

Avil however sensed a deep sadness in her, perhaps she was having boyfriend trouble, he hazarded. He managed to wangle a seat next to her at chow time and began chatting with her, slowly spinning out a yarn about unrequited love. Pam seemed to be taking a great deal of interest in the conversation; soon they were discussing her pathetic stump of a boyfriend, who was dithering in marrying her, just because his old dragon of a mother disapproved. Avil listened and occasionally put in the right word, which was designed to soothe her. 

To Pam, the whole experience was cathartic; she had not been able to discuss the issue even with her parents, and here was this relative outsider who seemed to understand it all. She suddenly felt an enormous urge to pour out all her bottled love and care for someone and looking at Avil's earnest face, she decided that he it would be. She invited him home for the night, to as she put it "have coffee and chat" But Avil's cunning mind knew exactly what he wanted, and would take from her. 

They entered the snug flat, a typical single girl's pad, meticulous and feminine. Pam slowly walked upto Avil and they kissed, their tongues swirling and their teeth gently nibbling each other's lips. 

She drew away and fixing a soulful look at Avil asked "Tell me what you want, whatever you seek, I shall give you tonight!" "A total and absolute submissive is what I want, who shall rush to fullfil my every demand". Pam smiled and did not answer; she merely began taking off her jeans. As the jeans peeled off, her shapely hips came into view, covered in white panties cut daringly at the sides. Avil gave a sigh of anticipation as Pam now stepped out of her jeans, her curvy hips leading to the sweep of her slim thighs, her tender calves and tiny feet with the digits clustered together like a line of rosebuds. She now pulled her T Shirt over her head, exhibiting her long and curved midriff, the navel stretched like a teardrop. 

"All, take off all your clothes for your master" Avil breathed. 

Pam lowered her head in acquiescence and gently freed her breasts from the thin cotton bra. Her breasts were like ripe pears, oval and sweet, capped with tender red areola and dark nipples, which gradually twitched and perked up in the air-conditioned air. Pam hooked her thumbs in her panties and drew them down, revealing the sweet curve of her mons, encrusted with shiny, curly hair. Avil sighed as his penis swelled at this lush display, leaking pre-cum into his underwear. 

Pam slowly stepped forward towards him, her firm breasts swaying and her hips undulating like a snake with every step. Slim white hands reached out and nimble fingers were soon unbuttoning Avil's shirt. In a twinkling of the eye, Avil was standing stark naked, just like the love goddess in front of him. Avil reached out a bold hand and clasped the back of Pam's neck, like a master leading his goat, Avil thrust her face downwards, forcing Pam to kneel as he guided her mouth towards his cock. Pam gently kneeled down, her raven black hair playing across her milky back. With a palm supporting his turgid balls, Pam slowly opened her butter-soft mouth and took his glans into her cavity. 

Avil sighed with pleasure and thrust forward, pushing his entire cock length into her mouth. Pam was now moving her head forward and backward, taking his penis to new heights of ecstasy with each stroke. Avil watched her gentle giving eyes, her pliant white ass and decided to add insult to injury. Gasping with the effort, he suddenly released a stream of urine deep into her mouth. For a moment, Pam's eyes looked up to him in mute appeal and her body tensed, then with a sagging of her shoulders, she continued her sucking motion and drank down each and every drop of his piss. 

As she finished, Avil took a step backwards and his penis slipped out of her mouth with a loud plop. 

"There, I have taken your very essences, your very excreta!" 

"Don't get proud with me, or I shall make you eat my shit!" Avil retorted. 

He casually walked over to a low-lying divan and lay down on his back, his shiny red prick standing up proudly. Pam kept standing, she had experienced great revulsion at her wanton acts, but having her belly filled with Avil's tangy piss had given her a great satisfaction. Truly she felt that she had proved once and for all the extent to which she could surrender for love. 

"Well, are you going to stand there all night?" Waving towards his penis Avil said, "Who will take care of this?" Get your ass here NOW!" "Aah, Men!" she thought as she gently walked forward. Putting each leg on both sides of the narrow divan, Pam carefully flexed her legs and drew her vaginal slit down over the upright prick. Taking his spit stained cock, she slowly guided it into her opening and sat down, quivering as the cock bore deep into her. Avil kept a blank look as she unflexed her leg muscles and stood up; and again bore down. 

So continued the painful routine for ten long minutes. Pam's leg muscles were now aching like fire, plus, all this slaving for a relative stranger had set her mind on fire. 

"You are the mother Earth," Pam breathed to herself as she moved up and down, "Born to take the seed of the very men who then defile you". 

"Aaaah..." A deep moan escaped her lips as she felt a juicy orgasm build up, sweat oozing out of her every pore and dripping down on Avil's recumbent form. 

Avil reached up with clawed fingers and savaged Pam's breasts, his nails raking across her tender nipples, pinching them and kneading them into fire. 

They both screamed as jet after jet of sperm shot into Pam's cunt, Pam in turn rewarded Avil with copious outpourings of love juice, their nectars combined and wet their pubic hairs, turning them slick and dark. 

They panted like racehorses, their heartbeats slowly coming back to normal. Pam reached out to Avil and sought to snuggle up to him. But Avil disdainfully pushed her away with his legs and relegated her to cringe against the footboard while he regally rested his feet against her bum.

Pam wiped away silent tears and settled down as best as she could, accepting with delicious tragedy, the scorn of her new master. 

Chapter 2: Enticing the Dyke

Avil sat in office, working or at least pretending to, while he watched Pam flitting around with a deep satisfaction. It was a treat to totally dominate such a independent, seemingly carefree girl. As he watched, Diane cut his view by walking past him. Now Diane was a very interesting girl indeed. She wore her straight hair long and flat, and had a lithe upper body with tight breasts and hard pokies. Her hips however were lush and gave on to hard, muscular thighs. Her buttocks were hard and muscular, sculptures in perfection. Avil had seen her eyes follow the movements of the girls in the office. She had a particular letch for Pam, ogling her juicy, bouncing tits seemed to make her day. 

All said and done, Diane was a consummate but dominating professional at her work. This used to irk Avil and they used to often have big fights. Diane was wrong for a change today but Avil and she had a big showdown before their boss resolved the issue. 

"Hey, no hard feelings ok?" said Avil as a patch up gesture. 

"Yeah," she shrugged, "Guess I get carried away sometimes" 

"Yup, you seem to get a kick out of this manly behavior stuff"

"What the fuck do you mean?" 

"Well, I have seen you eyeing the broads, just want to say that if you want to have a go at our Pam, it can be arranged!"

For a moment, Avil thought that she would hit out at him, but then her face clamed down and a shrewd look came on her face. "Oh Yeah? And who are you to talk for Pam?"

"I am balling her right now, and whatever I tell her, goes!"

"What's in it for you, buster?" demanded Diane with her hands on her hips

"Me? Nothing! Just a ring side seat" Avil gave a sly grin Diane's instincts warned her that not everything would go as smoothly, but her body was burning with frustration at having to keep secret her lust for girls. And she had a particularly huge crush for Pam, her sweet butts and tender boobs were the stuff of Diane's masturbatory fantasies each night. 

"Ok" she nodded, "But how do we get this done, I am NOT going to rape her!"

"Hey, who said anything about forced entry, she is gonna welcome you into her arms! Just wait and watch!!"

That evening, as usual, Pam left office first and headed to her home to tidy up and wait for her lord and master to arrive. Avil had today asked her to wear a old and short school uniform of hers, it was so ridiculous, the outfit barely covered her ass cheeks, the shirt left her navel bare. As she was arranging a bunch of fresh flowers on the coffee table, the door opened and Avil came in. 

Pam was shocked to see Diane, that too in her present half naked state. A stab of fear raced through her cunt, no one in office knew what perversions she had to endure from Avil, and now here was a new person!

Pam colored as she felt Diane's fierce gaze dipping into her exposed thighs and seeking out her belly cleft. She had often felt her gaze on her in office, but it was only now that the lust in her eyes was plain to read. Pam's pussy throbbed and her nipples hardened as she wantonly returned Diane's looks. 

"Diane will be your mistress for the evening for you to serve, take care wench, or else I shall whip your buns raw!" warned Avil with an evil grin.

Diane was totally bowled over by Pam, her miniscule skirt highlighted her long never-ending legs, and her unfettered boobies squirmed and peeked from under her shirtlet. Diane stepped forward and took Pam in her embrace as Avil settled down on the settee for the show. Holding up Pam's lovely face, Diane sought her lips and they kissed long and deep, their tongues lashing at and tickling each other. 

Their hands sought out the other's heated bodies and soon, school dress joined corporate suit, as both became bare ass naked. Their naked bodies cupped and cradled into each other, Diane's busy fingers moved down Pam's smooth back and dipped into her ass crack. Pam gasped as a smooth manicured finger eased through her tight ass muscles. Their mons were now rubbing against each other, and both trembled as a gentle orgasm tore through them. 

Diane gently disengaged herself from her lover and stood up, she walked over, ass swinging, to her handbag and retrieved a double dildo. She thrust one end deep into her pussy, shivering as the thick rubber stretched her inner walls. Pulling at the rubber cock to make sure that it was firmly lodged against her cervix, she now walked over to her love slave.

Pam had never experienced sex with another woman, but this strong muscular goddess had set her on fire. As she saw Diane coming towards her, her stomach muscles quivering and dildo jiggling, her pussy ached with longing and she threw open her arms to her lover. 

Diane fell into Pam's embrace, kissing her like there would be no tomorrow. She quickly lined up her protruding dildo above her lover's cunt and thrust in. With quivering thigh muscles and groans, the dildo slowly speared its way into Pam's love box. They both cooed and moaned as Diane set up a steady rhythm, the dildo simultaneously moving in and out of both slits. 

As Avil watched the love locked pair, he could not take his eyes off Diane's ass, the globes straining with her every downward thrust. Moving up slowly, he positioned himself above Diane. As Diane plunged up, she suddenly felt hard palms grip her hips and a hot dick head attack her pink ass bud. 

"Aaah..." she cried out in pain as the fat cock jettisoned itself into her tender ass crack. "Nooo..." she screamed, but it was too late as Avil had already begun thrusting into her like a bull. In between the rubber dildo beneath and the live cock above, Diane felt like her whole body was being roasted in a fire. The pain was so exquisite that it was almost pleasure full. 

Avil was going mad from the delicious sight of two beauties squirming helpless underneath him. Pam was also bucking from the double weight on her, which was driving the dildo deep into her womb. The room was filled with cries as all three of them came together. Avil pulled up Diane's head by her hair and imparted a rough lascivious kiss on his new conquest's lips. 

Chapter 3: Discipling the Secretary

Avil was pleased no end at the way things were going. Two office girls as his personal sluts and today, he had just been offered a voluptuous secretary. Sally was married, or at least so the ring on her finger proclaimed. But Avil had eyes only for her luscious and juicy ass cheeks, which thrust proudly out of her rear profile. The days when she used to wear her cream colored pants; her panty line would drive him mad. His hands itched to slap her buttocks into submission.

But the deal would have to be laid out carefully. So he set his plan into motion by giving her work that would require domain expertise, where as a beginner, she was bound to make mistakes. Then came the hot rebukes, Avil really laid it out to her for the next few weeks, till she used to actually shiver whenever he called her to his cubicle. Finally he asked her to prepare some important documents and submit it to his apartment one night before she left for the evening. 

Sally had already had a rough day, and now this detention! Sally was driven wild with worry, but she needed this job badly as her husband was currently unemployed and they had a kid to raise. 

It was well past 11 pm when she reached Avil's flat. Avil opened the door himself and gruffly invited her in. He sat on the divan, examining the documents while Sally was made to stand in front of him. Within a minute, his experienced eyes had spotted a few crucial mistakes and he suddenly threw the papers at her. 

"You ignorant fool! I am going to have your job for this mistake!" 

This was the limit! Sally's face winced as hot tears burst out of her eyes. "Please Sir, I really need this job, please do not fire me Sir"

"Hmm.." Avil mused loudly as his eyes again fell on her buttocks, ohh.. How they curved out, just begging to be beaten black and blue!

"Take off your clothes, all of it, Right Now!!" he roared, his tone leaving no scope for refusal. 

Hiccupping from fear and shame, Sally slowly took off her shirt. Her large and somewhat drooping boobs came into view. Her generous tummy thrust out over the elastic of her pants. She slowly hooked her thumbs and pulled down her pant, revealing her fleshy thighs and thick calves. By this time Avil was too aroused to have patience. Stepping forward, he spun her around, grabbed her chaste white panties and pulled hard. As the flimsy material ripped apart, her white and quivering ass globes came out. Avil was awestruck and just gloated upon his find for a few minutes. Slowly he reached out a hand and cupped a globe. 

He caught hold of her hand and pulled her along to the divan and laid her across his legs. As she lay prone across his thighs, her cute ass cheeks thrust up, like a pair of errant schoolboys. Avil drew back his hand and landed a heavy hand across the cheeks. Sally felt as if her ass had been set on fire and screamed. 

"Keep silent, you dumb bitch," panted Avil as he landed blow after blow to her quivering members. 

After a few blows, he could hold back no more and he pulled her up. Kissing her roughly, he clawed her back like an animal in heat. Sally quivered with pain and arousal, the beating had set her pussy singing and now this fierce assault on her lips and back maddened her as well. Screaming and growling, the two of them pawed, bit and scratched at each other. 

Avil gradually mounted her and pushed her thighs apart. "Bitch!" he screamed as he pushed his rock hard dick into her moist and demanding snatch. Sally felt the hard prick invade her cunny and bucked up her hips to accept the full thrust. They screamed like dragon slayers as they set up a torrid routine, his balls slapping onto her ass crack with each thrust. As the movement built up to a crescendo, they gurgled and moaned as hot seed mixed with syrupy juices. 

At last, Avil lay on her and they kissed long and sweet. 

"Well Sir, so how did I perform today?"

For answer Avil got up and turned her over. "Oh No, not again" sighed Sally as his hand slapped down on her ass... 



Office Affair with Riya



Hello again. This isn't part of the Sunita series but is rather a standalone story that I might pick up and expand sometime in the future.

Again, I look forward to feedback and comments. Hope you get off reading this piece, as I did writing it.

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"This has to stop Riya, I really want to try and make things work with my girlfriend. We had a lot of fun, but this has got to stop now."

Riya nodded, taking a sip of coffee before saying,

"I get it Raj, ours was a no strings attached arrangement and I guess our time's up now."

I should have known something was off. It wasn't supposed to be so easy, it never was with Riya. She never gave up on things she wanted, professionally or in her personal life. She was 40 years old and already a Director at our firm, which just highlighted her tenaciousness. Her calm acceptance of my decision to stop our affair should have set alarm bells off in my head -- but I was overjoyed at finding her so accommodating. I wanted to believe she would let go of me.

Riya had been married to a successful businessman for 19 years now - they even had a daughter together. She was a Partner at the time I joined the firm 2 years back, and had already made it to the elite Director's club in a short span of time. She was quite tall, 6'2" (an inch shorter than me), and towered over most of her male colleagues. Tall women have a habit of being physically disproportionate -- too lanky, too thin or too broad. Riya had none of these problems though. She made heads turn every time she crossed the office floor on her way to her cabin.

Her long toned legs, visible when she wore her sexy cocktail dresses at the company parties, were a quest in themselves for me - an adventure starting from her toes and moving all the way up to the treasure between them. Her breasts, beautiful and round in proportion to her height, were a 36 DD -- a place I had many a times buried my face, relishing in her softness as her tits engulfed me. Her regular yoga and workout sessions had helped her get a washboard stomach, and an ass that dipped precariously onto her legs, a teardrop fall that got me hard every time I saw it.

That she made me hard when I saw her, made me for the first time want to cheat on my girlfriend, was infact an expected response -- she made all men feel that way. What was surprising was that she wanted me too; that she was willing to risk her marriage for me.

She was a tigress in bed, thoroughly committed to exploring every way she could enjoy the pleasures of the flesh -- a woman with an insatiable appetite. She had a wicked imagination, performing and confiding fantasies with me that my girlfriend would never have thought of. I had fallen hook, line and sinker for this temptress.

It was a long day at the office for everyone and it was quite late by the time my work was done. Riya was waiting for me in the parking area, as usual, as I came down to leave for home. I usually gave her a ride home on my motorcycle on days when we had to work late, as it wasn't safe for her to travel alone. Her house was nearly 20 minutes away, and the road was a fairly empty one at this time of the night. We were cruising along at a fairly high speed when I spotted a speed breaker ahead and braked suddenly. Riya was thrown forward and crashed into me, her hands wrapping around my chest to support herself, her head resting on my shoulder.

"I am sorry, I should have seen that one," I told her.

"It's alright, we didn't get hurt," she whispered into my ears.

She remained as she was; chin resting on my shoulders and her large breasts crushed against my back. I could feel their softness even through our layers of clothing. Her hands started moving in slow circles all over my chest, her breathing getting quicker in my ear as her hands caressed my muscled chest and flat abs.

"Riya, we talked about this -- I can't do this anymore. Please stop doing that!"

She paid no heed to my words, her hands rubbing my nipples through my shirt now. She knew how sensitive they were, and her fingers, combined with the wind got them hard instantly. I could feel my cock stirring in my pants, but I kept telling myself that it would be over in 15 minutes. I kept telling myself that I would drop her off this one last time, and that would be the end of it.

It was as if Riya knew she had to make me succumb within the time it took to reach her house, that otherwise it truly would be over. I felt her tongue lick my ear as her teeth nibbled my earlobe -- pushing her tongue inside and licking my ears all over before resuming biting my lobes. Her hands meanwhile, had unbuttoned my top buttons, giving her access to my bare chest and my hard nipples.

"Riya, what the hell are you doing?" I almost shouted. "Get a grip on yourself, goddammit, I have a girlfriend and I want to be honest to her from now on!"

I knew she wouldn't stop irrespective of what I told her, and I was scared at my body's reaction to her expert ministrations. My cock was raging hard inside my pants now, and I felt her hands reach for and successfully unbuckle my belt and move on to opening my pants and the zipper. I was so surprised at her audacity, I braked instinctively. She made full use of the sudden jerk, expertly opening my pants and fly as her tongue kept playing games of its own on my neck.

"You must have been on this bike so many times with your girlfriend - Has she ever even thought of doing this?" she whispered seductively into my ears as her stretched the waistband of my boxers and pulled my cock out into the open.

I was hard as a rock and I knew only she could get me this painfully erect. I knew only she had the guts and imagination to dare something so insane. I started driving again, both her hands on my shaft as she started milking it.

"This ends once we reach your house," I said, my feeble voice betraying my lack of conviction.

"Of course it does baby, after all you have a girlfriend and I am married," Riya concurred. I could almost sense her smug expression as he hands kept moving up and down my exposed cock.

"I love how big you are baby, I love how I need to use both my hands on you. My husband has such a pathetic, small cock," she groaned into my ears.

The bitch! She knew all the right buttons to wind me up. She knew I loved to hear her abuse her husband when I fucked her and she was using everything in her arsenal now.

"Mhmm, you are leaking so much precum -- it has gotten you all slick and wet," she murmured as her hands moved faster up and down my wet, slick cock. She leaned in, her face next to me and brought her hand up to her face -- l could see her lick the precum off her hands.

"Yummm, you really taste so good. Such a pity I won't get my quota of your cum from now on."

She was driving me crazy. We were cruising along at 50 miles/hour on my bike on a public road -- my cock out in the open and her hands wrapped tightly around it, my shirt open and her mouth licking and biting my neck and ear. The situation was turning me on as much as her experienced hands, she was right -- my girlfriend would never have thought of doing this.

I finally slowed down as we reached her house, there were no lights on. I groaned inwardly as I remembered her husband had taken her daughter out on a vacation for the week. This wasn't going according to plan at all -- I was hard and desperate for release and she had me right where she wanted me.

She let go of my cock as we stopped in front of her house and got off the bike. She stood next to me, and as I looked up I was in for another surprise. She had during the course of the ride not only unbuttoned her top 3 buttons, but had managed to take her bra off. She was standing close to me, her hands lightly touching my cock, her magnificent breasts almost touching my face.

She had a glint in her eyes, as she asked in an innocent voice,

"Would you like to come in for a drink? Or would you prefer to stay outside on this dimly lit street and maybe help yourself to something tastier?"

One last time, I told myself in defeat. I had to have her now, but just this one night, I promised myself.

I leaned forward, smelling her characteristic perfume as I buried my face between her breasts, giving in to my desire. She groaned audibly, relishing in her victory over me.

She was still standing, both her hands on my cock, gripping tightly for support as she arched back, allowing my face to sink completely between her barely held together tits. I was licking and biting her soft flesh, drawing gasps from her as she milked my cock harder.

Her hands let go off my cock and she took my face in her hands, looking at me with burning lust in her eyes as she said, "Let's go in, I can't wait any longer."

She did not even button herself up. She led me to her front door holding me by my cock and quickly opened up her door, pulling me in as she entered. I didn't wait for the door to close as I pushed her against the wall, crushing her body under mine as my tongue darted into her mouth -- my hands moving behind her to grasp her round full ass through her pants, one hand lifting her leg up and wrapping it around my hips. She wrapped her hands around my neck as we kissed passionately, my pent up lust beginning to get the better of me as I started dry humping her. She fucked me back with her hips, moaning incoherently as we tried to take the edge off.

One last time, I kept reminding myself as I bit her neck and squeezed her ass.

I kept grinding into her, not giving her any respite, my cock rubbing against her stomach. She knew how horny she had made me and matched me thrust for thrust -- moaning and gasping in response to my animalistic assault. I bit her neck as my hands came up to her chest, ripping the few remaining buttons apart as they finally held her gorgeous tits.

She hurriedly took my shirt off, her hands slithering up and down my torso, trying to feel as much of me as possible as I took her nipple in my mouth, biting it hard.

"Ohhhhh....Ouchhh...baby, that's it...aahhh, fuckkk that hurt...you fucking animal..." she groaned as I mauled her tits.

"You wanted me didn't you bitch, you couldn't let me go could you...this is what you are going to get," I grunted into her ears as I pinched her nipples hard.

"Fuckkk...let's go to the bedroom...mhmm,I want you to fuck me where I sleep with my husband -- I want to be reminded of how a real man fucks everytime the loser tries to fuck me," she gasped.

The bitch! She had never let me fuck her in their bedroom, never let me destroy the sanctity of their marriage bed. Now she was willing to give that up, just so that she could keep me hooked on for some more time.

This ends tonight, I reminded myself -- this is the last time.

I followed her up the stairs to her bedroom -- watching her ass sway hypnotically as she moved. She only had her pants on, and her tits bounced with every step she took. Midway up the stairs I saw her pants fall to her ankles and she stepped out them smoothly, still climbing the steps. Her panties followed next, exposing her ass to me, making me harder than ever. I picked her panties up on the way, finding a big wet spot in the front. She turned around and gave me a nasty smile as she saw me sniff and lick her juices off her panties.

I grabbed her as we entered her room, and pushed her roughly on the bed.

"That's it baby...show me how a man fucks his woman," she crooned as I climbed on the bed, my thigh lodged between her spread legs as I lay on top of her.

I kissed her again, loving the feel of her swollen lips as she kissed me back passionately. I had kept telling myself that this would be the last time, and I found myself trying to kiss her harder, trying to touch her longer -- I realized I was trying to make the last time last for as long as possible.

My hands moved between her legs, rubbing her wet pussy lips as I nibbled her neck. She was soaking wet, and my fingers easily pushed through her folds, entering her wet pussy.

"Ahhhh....ohhh god I needed that...fuckk baby, fuck me with your fingers," she moaned as I started moving my fingers in and out of her. I could feel her hips moving in rhythm, fucking my fingers back with each push.

I brought my fingers up to her face, watching her lick her juices off them. She pulled me in for a kiss immediately, making me taste her on her tongue.

I needed more, I needed to smell her. I slid down her body, kissing her all the way. My tongue dipped into her navel, making her giggle and gasp at the same time. Her hand reached over to my head, gently but persistently pushing me further down her shaved crotch. I lay down between her legs, kissing her inner thighs, biting them gently as my fingers moved up and down her soaking wet folds.

"Mmmmm...babyyy," she moaned, propping her head on a pillow so that she could see me go down on her.

My tongue traced its way over to her pussy and I gave it one long lick, my fingers still rubbing her engorged lips. I could feel her squirm on the bed, her moans becoming longer. I started licking her pussy, my tongue up and down, lingering on her clit before licking her dripping wet hole again. I teased her clit out of its hood with my tongue, and started licking it harder as I pushed 2 fingers inside her wet folds.

"Ohhh fuckkk...ohhh yeahh, god don't stop baby! Fuck I love...ahhh...your fingers, ohh GOD!" she groaned. Her hands tight on my head now, forcing me down on her as her she wrapped her legs around my head, pulling me in further. I could feel her soft supple thighs crushing my head as she started fucking my fingers back with her hips.

"Ohhh god!! Don't stop baby, you know exactly what I need...fuckk yess," she gasped as her hands ruffled through my hair, her crotch bucking against my face.

I couldn't hold on longer -- my cock was dying to replace my fingers. I took my fingers out and she was about to complain when she realized what I had in mind. She eagerly spread her legs wider as I kneeled in front of her, placing my cock at her entrance.

Riya took hold of my throbbing member, rubbing it up and down her pussy lips as she guided it to her opening, her breasts rising up with each shallow breath, lust etched on her face. "Fuck me," she stated simply.

I was angry at myself for giving in to my lust. I knew I couldn't ever say no to her, but I loathed myself for it. I pushed myself deep inside her, making her take 3/4th of my cock at one go.

"Unnghhh...you fucking animal...aahhh, slowly...let me adjust...ahhh," she screamed as I roughly pulled out and pushed in again.

"You wanted to be fucked by a real man, didn't you bitch? I am not your husband, I am not going to be gentle with you...I am going to fuck you for my pleasure, do you understand?" I groaned as I pushed my cock deeper inside.

She was grimacing in pain, her hands pressed against my chest trying to push me away in an attempt to slow me down. She was surprised by the sudden vehemence, but she saw the guilt on my face and understood what was going through my mind. She understood the importance of the moment and her hands moved to my back, pulling me in close to her as her hips started fucking me back, taking more of me inside.

"Yessss," she grunted into my ear. "For your pleasure, fuck your...ahhh...whore...unngghh....that's it...I am your filthy...unnnhhh....slut. Yours to have...fuckkk...your way with. Always remember that...goddd yessss...I will satisfy your every...ungghhh...need."

She pulled me in closer, taking all of my cock inside her wet folds now, breathing and grunting in my ear, determined to break my resolve,

"Yess...ohhhh shit...yessss, I want a real man...ohhh god you fill me...aahh...up so good...unnnhh baby fuck me....FUCK ME...AAHHH...YESSS THAT'S IT...GODD DON'T STOP...DON'T FUCKING STOP...FUCK HE NEVER FUCKS ME SO WELL...UNNGHH..." she screamed openly, not caring who heard her as I pounded her pussy hard.

I raised her legs up onto my shoulders as I kneeled in front of her, my cock going deeper inside her now. She screamed with every thrust, begging for more. She knew this was her marriage bed, and she wanted it defiled -- she wanted to remember my cock fucking her every time she slept.

"Fuckkk...unngghh...FUCKK...you beast...oohh myy goddd...uunnnh..."

She went on and on, her body moving against mine, matching me thrust for thrust as I felt her orgasm approaching. Her grip on the sheets tightened as her head jerked from one side to another. I could feel her pussy lips tighten and when I knew she was almost there, I pulled my cock out of her.

"What?? Put it back....PUT IT BACK INSIDE right now..." she blabbered, thinking of nothing but her imminent release.

I took her mobile from the bedside table and gave it to her.

"Call your husband. I want you to talk to him when you cum all over my cock."

She knew I was testing her, trying to see how far she was willing to go. She tried to make it sound like a joke, smiling and me and cooing, "Just stop fooling around and fuck me already!"

I got off the bed and started gathering my clothes, telling her calmly,

"Well, in that case, I just remembered my promise to my girlfriend. This fling of ours is now officially over. The best past is, I still get to go home and fuck my girlfriend, today and everyday from now. Your husband however -- fat, small and busy...I guess you will manage somehow."

"NO...wait, please don't go...I...I will call him, I fucking need you -- come back to bed right now," she pleaded.

I waited for her to call her husband and when she did, I told her to put it on speaker phone. I could hear him clearly now, as I got back in bed with Riya.

"Hi honey, back from work?" He asked

"Yeah love, it was a long day. I am so tired." I turned her around on the bed, pulling her hips up and toward me. She was lying with her head on the pillow, her elbows resting on the bed and only her ass in the air. Her face was turned to one side, the mobile lying next to her as she kept looking at me while talking to her husband.

"How is Pooja(her daughter) doing? Is she enjoying her stay?"

I started rubbing her ass gently, squeezing and caressing her cheeks as I spread them wider. She stifled a gasp as she felt my breath on her pussy, but let out a low moan as I gave her a lick from clit to ass with my tongue.

"Yeah Pooja is...are you ok baby? Did you hurt yourself?"

"Ohhh...yeah, I banged my toe against the table while I was walking."

"Haha, that has got to hurt a LOT. But yeah, Pooja is having a blast."

I continued licking her pussy at a steady pace, getting her wetter. She was trying her best to moan into the pillow, to prevent her husband from getting to know what was happening in their bed. I traced my fingers up and down her crack, covering them with her juices, before pushing my index finger inside her puckered asshole.

"Unnngghhh"

"Baby?"

"It hurts so much, I need to put some ointment on it soon," Riya covered up.

Her husband started telling her about his day as I pushed my finger in and out of Riya's ass, licking her throughout. I stopped licking her and crouched over her, leaning against her chest as I grabbed her tits. My cock was placed directly above her open and wet pussy, and I rubbed her nipples as I pushed myself completely inside her in one fast thrust.

"Ohhhhh gooddd....mmmmm....you were saying baby? I didn't catch the last...unnnghhh...part...tell me about your whole...mmmmm...trip, from the first day...unnnghhh...in complete detail," she managed to gasp into the phone, trying her best to stifle her moans using the pillow.

I kept pushing my cock inside her in one fast long thrust before pulling out all the way, and then going in again with a grunt. She groaned as I started fucking her faster now. Her husband kept waxing eloquent about his day at the beach, oblivious to her wife's condition.




Office Affair with Riya



I knew this was turning her on too. She was fucking me back with every thrust, looking straight at me as she talked to her husband.

"What about you baby? How was office today?" he asked.

"What? Huh...office, yeahhh...office...was...long and...so hard today...it...mmmmm...exhausted me. But my co-worker really nailed the agreement....godddd yesss...and he really is very good at his job. Thanks to him...mhmmmm...I can sleep satisfied....aaahhh...tonight.

She smiled nastily at me as she said that -- we both knew what she was actually talking about. It was extremely daring, especially considering her pauses, pants and moans in between, but she loved every second of it. I increased my pace, pounding into her fast and hard now, grunting and sweating onto her back as I squeezed her tits harder. I could see her expressions change, and I could once again feel her pussy muscles tightening around my cock as her orgasm approached.

"Who is this knight in shining armour? We should invite him over to dinner for helping you out," the poor bastard responded.

"Oh goddd yesss....I...I mean, I should have...thought....mhmmmm of that. He is the one who....ohhhh...drops me home...aahhh...sometimes," she panted hoarsely into the phone. The idea of dinner with me and her husband drove Riya into frenzy, and she started bucking harder and faster against my cock.

Her eyes glazed over and I knew she was going to cum any minute. I could feel her hips spasming out of rhythm, bucking wildly against my cock as she started cumming. She buried her face inside the pillow, muffling her screams as her body shook with the force of her orgasm.

"Ummmmm.....Unnngghhhh....mmmmmm.....ooooohhhhhh"

She kept going till her orgasm subsided, my cock pumping in and out of her throughout. We could hear her husband's concerned voice over the phone,

"What's wrong baby? There? Talk to me Riya."

Her shivering body finally stilled, as the last wave passed and she came back to her senses. She panted into the phone,

"I'll....I'll call you in some...some time love...I...I have to get...some work done," she managed to pant into her phone.

She disconnected the call, as I pulled my cock out of her. She turned around on to her back, and sat up in front of my kneeling body. Her hands moved up and down my sweaty chest, still unable to believe what she had just risked for me, or how awesome her orgasm was due to it.

My cock was hard and resting against her cheek as she kept panting and staring at me, her eyes undecipherable. She slowly moved forward and buried her nose in my pubic hair, moaning as she took in my manly scent. Her hand moved over to my cock, rubbing the shaft, still slick with her juices and my precum.

Her mouth moved lower onto my balls, sucking and licking them as she jerked me harder. I was very close and as she moved her lips lower down, licking me between my balls and my anus - I started cumming in her hands. I kept jerking and shivering as her lips continued tracing the line between my balls and my ass before she took my balls completely in her mouth and milked me dry with her hands.

I gasped as my orgasm ended, taking her by the shoulders as I fell on the bed with Riya under me. Her hands moved over my back, caressing me gently.

"That was fucking unbelievable," I managed to say.

"Mhmmm...you really are an animal in bed, and I love that," she whispered, still dazed at the events of the night.

I got up on my elbows, watching her stare at me, knowing I would never be able to stop fucking such a gorgeous woman.

"Are you still planning to leave tonight?" she asked tentatively.

I bent my head and kissed her softly, taking her abundant breasts in my hands, without answering her question.

"Just so you know, I usually call my husband first thing in the morning too," she murmured into my ear, a dirty smile on her face. I knew I had lost and I was no longer even angry at myself. I would curse myself and feel bad tomorrow, tonight I just sighed satisfactorily. I took my mobile and messaged my girlfriend that I would stay at a friend's house as there was a lot of work. She saw me type the message, and pulled me in for a long wet kiss.

I should have known she wouldn't let go of me, I should have known that with her, there couldn't be a last time.



Office Affairs



It was dark and cold that night, I had to work late and I ended up alone in the office. I had a slight headache from the fluorescent lighting and decided it was time to go for a smoke break, as I grabbed my coat my phone rang, it was him. He asked if I was still at work and if I wanted some company, or at least a ride home, I agreed and made my way out for my smoke. 

I was halfway finished smoking when he pulled up, coffee in hand. I smiled at the sight of him, I wasn't particularly fond of him but I was happy to have someone, anyone, keep me company at work. 

He smiled, handed me a coffee and asked "how's it going in there? Lots still to do?" 

I shook my head as I sipped at the cup "not really, I'm almost done... Just have a couple more things to file" 

I couldn't help but notice his gaze as I finished my smoke, he was looking me up and down as if he had never seen me before. I brushed it off, it was just my imagination, why would he look at me like that? 

I unlocked the door to the building and to my surprise, he grabbed the door to open it for me. I thanked him as I turned to lock the door behind us, he stood there looking at me for a minute before moving so I could get to the lock. As he stepped aside I got a whiff of his cologne, his scent was intoxicating and I almost forgot what I was doing. 

Once I locked the door we headed towards my office, silently I lead the way. I could feel him staring at me, watching my every movement as we walked through the building. The lights in the hallway flickered as we walked and the low humming of the old furnace helped to set the mood. It was like being on the set of a horror movie, and I was thankful to have him there.

Once we arrived at my office I sat down in my chair, he leaned against my desk and looked around the room. "You know, all the years we have worked doors away from each other, I don't think I have ever actually been in your office"

I thought about it and realized he was right, he had never been in here before. "It's just an office, nothing special about it" I replied as I filed some papers in my desk.

"I like it.... Its dark and windowless, like a dungeon" he said standing up.

I laughed, "it is a dungeon" I replied stapling the last of my paperwork.

Suddenly I felt a hand on my shoulder that made me jump, I quickly realized that it was his hand and I relaxed as he massaged my shoulders and neck. 

"How long have you been here today? I know you got in before I did and its obvious that you haven't left" he said

"Mmm... I got here a little after 7 this morning" I mumbled, enjoying the message 

"WOW! You really are a workaholic, its almost 9" he replied, gently moving my hair away from my neck.

He continued to massage my neck, slowly working his way down my shoulders and back. I was in heaven, it had been years since I had a massage and I completely lost focus on my work. 

I don't know when he started but the next thing I knew he was kissing the back of my neck, softly kissing from the base up to my hair line. I was instantly soaked, and could feel my nipples hardening beneath my silk blouse. 

I leaned forward in my chair, resting my arms on my desk, enjoying the feel of his kisses on my neck and his hands slowly exploring my body. It wasn't long before he cupped my left breast in his hand, rolling my erect nipple between his fingers. His other hand sliding down from my shoulder, around my right breast and up towards my throat. 

He whispered in my ear "I want you, right here, right now" I moaned in agreement and spun my chair around to face him. 

He was wearing lose jeans but that didn't hide his enormous erection. I grabbed at him but he swatted my hand away, lowering himself to his knees. He slid his hands up my the outside of my thighs, searching for my panties but to his surprise I wasn't wearing any. 

"No undies in the office? Someone is a naughty girl" he said sliding his hands back down my thighs to the end of my skirt. 

I adjusted myself to allow him easier access to lift my skirt but instead he started kissing my thighs under my skirt. He kissed soft and slowly, inching his way towards my labia. It felt like forever before he finally reached where I wanted him to be but he didn't give me what I wanted just yet, instead he kissed all around my sweet spot first.

Finally at long last, he licked me deeply from top to bottom, plunging his tongue deeply inside of me, licking the sides of my vagina and sucking my puffy lips. I gasped and moaned, quivering beneath his touch, his hands gently rubbing up my thighs as he licked every last inch of my pussy. I threw my head back, my eyes rolled into the back of my head and I came into his mouth. 

He slurped up every drop of me, his tongue egging me on. My leg twitched as he flicked his tongue against my clit, he found that special spot, enjoying the twitches he induced. I moaned deeply as I came again on his tongue, his fingers spreading me apart allowing him to push his tongue further into me. I lost all control when he slid a finger into me, sucking and biting my clit as his finger slid in and out of my now dripping pussy. Desperately I waved my hand in the air, searching for something to grab on to, knocking everything off of my desk. Finally I grabbed his head with both hands, thrusting my hips in the air in an attempt to get his finger deeper into me.

He pulled his finger from me and forced it into my mouth as he pulled my shirt up, nibbling on my nipples. I eagerly licked and sucked his finger clean while I reached down for his pants. He grabbed my waist and pulled me out of my chair, kissing me passionately as I unbuttoned his jeans, freeing his enormous cock.

I tried to sit up on my desk but he had other plans, grabbing the back of my head, guiding me towards his erection. I got on my knees kissing his stomach, slowly working my way down. Instead of sucking his cock I kissed the tip and licked his balls, teasing him the same way he teased me. I sucked his balls and licked his shaft until he grabbed my hair and forced his way into my mouth. 

I immediately started sucking and bobbing, taking him deeper into my throat inch by inch until I had his entire cock in my throat and his balls on my tongue. He groaned with pleasure as I swallowed him and slid him back out. I continued sucking him, licking and fondling his balls until he pulled away.

"Get up!" He growled as he pulled me up off the floor. 

He spun me around, pushing my face and chest onto my desk. He lifted my skirt and shoved his cock deeply into me with one hard thrust. I moaned involuntarily and began to cum. He smacked my ass hard as he thrust into me again invoking yet another involuntary moan. He had both my arms pinned above my head on my desk as he continued thrusting into me, harder each time. 

I could feel an orgasm building inside of me, growing with each thrust and smack. The quick slap of his balls against my clit helping to build my orgasm. He thrust deeply into me, leaning down his weight on me and whispering in my ear "cum for me baby, squeeze my cock with your tight little pussy and cum like you mean it"

With that my orgasm released, cum frothing out of me around his cock like a burst pipe. I completely soaked him, myself and my desk as I came, moaning inaudibly. Words could not escape my lips as I came for him, my eyes closed and I squeezed his cock tightly inside of me. He continued fucking me, slowly pulling out then quickly thrusting back in with enough force to bang my pelvis against my desk.

"Yes! Oh yeah... Fuck me!... Fuck me hard!... Ooooooo" I screamed as he fucked

He didn't say a word, he simply moaned and fucked me harder than I thought possible. Releasing my wrists and grabbing my hair, he pulled my face up from the desk, turning my head enough for him to watch my orgasm as I sprayed cum. As my body relaxed from its orgasmic release he kissed me, forcing his tongue into my mouth. Our tongues danced together for only a minute before he pulled away.

"I'm gonna cum!" He moaned at me

"Oh god! Cum in me, fill me up.... Please, oh please let me feel you cum in me" I begged

I didn't need to beg for it, he was going to cum in my anyway. He moaned and I could feel the throbbing in his cock as he prepared to fill me. I met his thrusts, shoving myself back into him each time he thrust forward, forcing his cock deep into me. He hit my cervix with his cock and immediately started to cum rope after hot rope of cum deeply into me, filling me to the point his cum was leaking out and running down my leg.

He thrust into me a few more times as I squeezed his cock, milking the cum out of him. Finally he collapsed onto me, covered in sweat and breathing heavily. I could feel his erection dissipate inside of me until he finally popped out, followed by a stream of our combined juices. 

As he pulled away from me a loud voice boomed "your both fired!"

Quickly we both looked towards my door to see our boss standing there, wife in arm with a disgusted look on his face.



Office Affairs



Mary sighed as Henry dropped a stack of papers maybe 50 pages thick on to her desk outside his office. However pregnant she was, her boss certainly wasn't making it any easier on her.

"I need twenty copies of this for my meeting at 5." Mary knew that this meeting would hold many of the building's more important people, so there would be no slacking off with this one. She picked up the papers, left her secretary's desk and went to the copy room.

Mary was a beautiful woman no matter what state she was in; straight brown hair usually pulled back, and with sideswept bangs; blue eyes; pale, clear skin; rounded face; and an ass-kicking body. Before she got pregnant, she was thin around the abdomen and big everywhere else. She had large breasts and rounded butt cheeks, complimenting her (for lack of a better word) juicy thighs and strong calves. Now, it was as if her breasts had just swollen and someone put a round baby belly on her.

She got a fair amount of attention for these gorgeous looks. Men were usually flirty with her around the office, whether they were handsome or not. One of these men made it to bed with her before leaving for a branch in a different country a month afterwards. Six months after he left, Mary was picking up these files and waddling to the copy room in her very short dress and pantsuit jacket.

Mary took the first sheet of paper and put it on the scanner. One by one, she got through the scans of each page. Around page 45, she heard a man's voice whisper as hands landed on her ass,

"Hello, Mary." Mary turned around uncomfortably as she leaned on the copier, seeing the face of her boss, Henry. He rubbed her ass with his hands, over the skirt that was, with all her leaning, barely below her underwear. Mary let out a quiet groan, and Henry took it as a sign.

"I see we're feeling excited today." Mary tried to shy away from him, but Henry wasn't having it. He quickly locked the door, barely leaving his position behind her. He was back in a split second. Henry's hand graduated down her gloriously round ass to her bare legs. He brought his hand under the skirt, almost surprised by how close her privates were to the low end of the skirt.

"You whore." Henry chuckled, stroking her panties and pressing into her pussy through them. Mary's moan came quietly but still audibly. "You are the perfect little slut, aren't you? Good thing you're my secretary, nobody will listen to you." Henry pulled on her panties and ripped them off with relative ease. He pulled up her dress and exposed her gorgeous privates.

"Perfect." he rolled his eyes. Mary was surprised by his strength when he lifted her up and put her on the copier, facing him. He leaned her back, and unzipped his pants. A surprisingly large, thick cock sprang from the hole.

"No use wasting time making you suck me off. You're already plenty wet." Mary's pussy was, in fact, dripping slightly from the stimulation, or the hormones, or a combination of the two. He entered quickly, and she tried to resist without yelling out. 

"No.... no... Stop!" Mary said as he lined himself up to penetrate her. She made more efforts to stop him, but her efforts were in vain. She winced as Henry sunk his cock into her pussy. Soon enough, though, she submitted. Henry went on, thrust by thrust, until she finally came.

"Oh......" Mary said, almost passively. Henry slapped her ass cheek, the one with the butterfly behind the banner tattooed on it. This tattoo may have been skanky, and everyone knew of its existence, but nobody bothered her about it because the name on the banner was that of her grandmother, who had since passed away. 

Henry pushed her legs up, while he was still fully suited Mary's bottom half was fully exposed to anyone in the room. Her pregnant belly stuck out between her legs, and Henry continued on fucking her as she emitted subdued moans. Mary's wet pussy was dripping more and more, until Henry finally pushed her back further and spread her ass cheeks. Mary could see what he was going to do.

"No, please! Please, sir, not there!" Henry didn't listen to her as he pushed his cock into her ass. Her moans got louder as he fucked her. After more than ten minutes going on like this, he finally came in her ass. Without so much as a thank you, he zipped up his pants and picked up her panties off the floor, pocketing them. 

"You'd better make fucking sure those papers are in for me by 5." Mary looked at him, overcome with hormones, dripping on to the still scanning copying machine. Mary picked up the copies, put them in folders at her desk, and delivered them to the conference room, a direct line of sight from her desk. She watched from afar as Henry started his presentation. 

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The Conference Room, about 7 pm

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About 44 pages into the presentation, Henry was on a roll. He was holding the attention of the highest officials in the building, not long after he'd fucked the best piece of ass in the building, who was sitting, in a short dress with no panties on, like his own personal trophy outside of his office.

Henry looked up at her, and she flashed a beautiful smile through the glass wall of the conference room from her desk. 

"As you can see, the company's revenue has increased by 27% over the last quarter..." Henry said as he pressed the button on the remote to move to slide 46. There was a gasp from the officials as he continued to talk. "It is projected by our statisticians that revenue will continue to..... I'm sorry, am I dead? Bleeding? Alien?" Henry said, miffed, as the officials stared at the presentation screen. He finally turned around and saw Mary's plan unfold.

It was a shot of her ass, obviously so because it was so big and it had the tattoo. Her ass, in fact, was in the process of being fucked by a dick that was, to him, obviously his. Henry stood there, dumbfounded.

"Isn't that your..." MacArthur said, shocked. Henry nodded.

"Yes, it is, and I'm going to have to have a serious conversation with whoever that guy is..." Henry said, but MacArthur stopped him.

"This picture is in color, Mr. Black, and damn it all if that isn't your tie....." The red tie, identical to the one he was wearing in the conference room, was halfway through flapping between her belly and his chest.

"Mr. MacArthur, I..." MacArthur stopped him again.

"Mr. Black, I'm sure that's enough presentation from you today. Kev, could you get Kelly from Human Resources up here?" MacArthur said to one of the officials. Kevin responded, after a short phone call,

"Jack, Kelly is in with Mary right now. Mary said that Henry assaulted her." MacArthur grew red with anger.

"Henry Black, I better not see your ass in here tomorrow. Go the fuck home, and don't come back until your termination is cancelled or finished pending." Henry's face contorted into one that looked like it was going to complain. "OUT!" MacArthur shouted.