0 comments/ 64761 views/ 1 favorites Working Late By: JJ You are working late this evening. More out of boredom than actual sheer workload... you are enjoying the silence coming from the hallway outside of your office. The phone rings. You pick it up. Before saying a word her voice comes over the line and wraps itself around you like a caress from neck to knees. "I see you are still hard at work." She laughs softly at the double entendre. "Yes," you reply. "Now I am hard at work. I was just at work before you called." The smile can be heard in your voice. "Mmmmmmmm, maybe I could do something about that." She says. Her soft pondering sound comes out like a smooth muffled moan. "Baby you are welcome to try." You reply. You begin to connect to the Internet with the hopes of a risqué video call to entertain you. "I'll take that as an invitation." Click. The connection is gone. You look questioningly at the receiver in your hand, as if expecting an answer to your silent inquiry. The sound of your disappointed sigh echoes in the silent office as you hang up the phone. You look down at your lap, grimacing at the now distended tent in your pants that your eager dick has made. For a brief moment you contemplate dealing with the situation in your usual way, but then you realize it would not be as enjoyable without knowing she was doing the same thing on the other end of the phone line. You resign yourself to going back to work. A few moments later you hear the sound of footsteps in the hall. You assume that another one of your co-workers has decided to work late as well and you ignore it. Knock. Knock. You look up from your computer screen in surprise. Who could that be? "Yes?" You speak to the door. "It's open." The knob turns and she walks in. No... she glides in. The door shuts behind her. The click of a lock turned. Your shock wears off a moment later and you take in her appearance. Dark brown hair in an artfully mussed style, like she has just gotten tumbled into bed. Her eyes sparkle, and that full lipped mouth is turned up in a Mona Lisa secret smile. She is wearing some kind of sheer black tunic sweater... but you can see hints of smooth skin and lace underneath it. A short black and gray pinstriped skirt, and black sheer hose on those voluptuously curvy legs. Strappy high heels. Damn. You realize exactly what is happening when you see the soft green blanket half hiding behind her. Your dick jumps in expectation. "How? Why?" You say in disbelief. Her smile widens. She loves to catch you off guard. "You invited me." She starts to walk toward you, in slow measured steps. She tosses the blanket from behind her onto the floor carelessly. "I decided that I would accept your invitation." She moves around your desk, running her fingers along the monitor around the phone, caressing. She moves your chair around to face her. She stands before you. You sit up in your chair and look up to her face, to those lips that have been wrapped around your dick. To that 'Cat is gonna get the cream' smile. And you know exactly what cream she wants. You place your hands on the outsides of her thighs and begin to rub up and down. Small movements at first, slow circles, feeling the silk of her hose. "I am so glad you did." She laughs, looking down at you. She nudges your knees apart with a thigh and inserts one leg between yours. "I figured you were. Either that or you have a cucumber in your pants." She smiles wider. The movement of your hands gets wider, stroking from her knees to the hem of her skirt now. You sniff deeply, smelling the scent of jasmine, and woman, and passion. You lean forward putting your face on her lower tummy, sniffing deeply. She is wet even now. You know it. You move your face back and forth across her lower belly, rubbing your 5 o'clock shadow against her sweater and skirt. Knowing... sometime tonight you will be rubbing your 5 o'clock shadow against her pussy lips and tasting some of that wetness for yourself. Her hands are in your hair, stroking your scalp. You move your hands up further, reaching under her skirt now. You touch the lace tops of the thigh-highs she is wearing. You move your hands up farther... to smooth, soft naked thigh. She pushes you back in your chair. Still she smiles. Her hands begin an exploration, as if they are learning you. She smoothes her hands down your head to the back of your neck, around to your shoulders, up underneath your chin to touch and smooth your face. You close your eyes. Her hands run across your face lightly, her fingers touch your lips. You open your mouth. She places a finger in your mouth and swirls it around your lips to wet them. Her now damp fingers run down your neck to your collar. She starts to undo your tie. You open your eyes, and start to protest not the feelings... but the location. "The door...." Your tie is flung across the room. "Locked." She is unbuttoning your shirt. Button by button. She leans down and begins to place small bites on your chest as it is slowly bared to her eyes and mouth. You reach your hands up beneath her skirt and place your palms on her naked butt. You begin to squeeze and rub. She moans. Your desire increases ten-fold at that soft sound. You reach up for the zipper on the back of her skirt and undo it. She moves her legs to assist in the removal of her clothing. The skirt drops to the floor. She pulls your shirt from the waistband of your pants, and moves to straddle your lap. She spreads her legs and slowly sits upon your knees. You can't see that thing which you so desire right now... she has her sheer sweater pulled down over it. You can only feel it upon your legs, soaking into your pants. She has no underwear to impede this. She reaches for your chest and leans down, kissing and biting every inch she can get her hands on. Your arms are still in the sleeves of your shirt. You reach around her and begin to feel that soft and luscious bottom of hers. You slowly rub it from the top of her thighs now resting on your lap, to the middle of her back, then down again. As you do this it dawns on you that her sweet, wet cunt is available to your fingers from this angle. You move your hands inward, rubbing them along the sides of that crease that begins in the middle of the buttocks. You push the moldable globes together, then pull them apart, arousing her pussy with your movements, as they pull her cunt lips apart... then push them together again. She is sucking on your nipples. Licking and laving them, taking little passionate nips at them. Hurting, and yet not. You feel her hands on you, soft, smoothing the skin and hair on your chest. They move downward, beginning to tackle the buckle of your pants. Her mouth is on your neck right now. Licking, taking hot and wet open mouth kisses of that thin skinned smoothness. She moves to your ear, and begins to suck on the fleshy lobe. She moans into the orifice, breathing hot, moist air onto sensitive hairs. You lean your head back and groan. Your fingers slide down further into that dark, moist crack. You feel the edges of her inner lips. The wetness drenches your fingers, making your exploration that much easier. You touch those lips, move your fingers along the outside edges... so close to the spot you know she wants you to touch. Her hips begin to move against you. You slide one hand away from that happy darkness and smack her ass. Hard. "Don't move." You tell her. Your hand slips its way back down into the wetness. You spread your legs in the chair, realizing that you are in control at this moment. You know she will wrest that control away from you again... but that is the fun part. Your movement makes her legs spread wider. Her pussy is now exposed to the air, hanging out over the carpet between the frame of your spread thighs. She has undone the fly of your pants. Slowly she sits up; legs spread wide above your lap. You finally get to see that dark wet pussy. The lips are a deep, dark pink, with a small tuft of hair framing that area above the clit. You reach toward it, wanting to put your finger inside and taste that luscious cream. You put a finger up to her cunt. Its is hot, wet, with the sweet aroma of a woman aroused. You move your finger to that dark recessive hole. The place made for a cock to fill it. You slide one finger inside. You watch as she reaches back to grasp your knees. Her back arches, her head is thrown back in ecstasy. She lets out a low animalistic moan. You swirl your finger a bit inside, then pulling out you move the tip of your finger, just the tip, around and around that engorged bit of flesh called the clit. It fascinates you, this female penis. It is white when engorged, and you pull back the deep vermilion of the flesh around it and flick your nail at it a few times. Her body shakes at each connection of your fingertip to the protected bit of sensitive female flesh. She leans forward again, shaking each time you torture her body. She looks at you... and smiles. This is not a 'cat in the cream' smile... no this tells you to your bones that you are in deep shit. It says revenge is sweet! She reaches into the dark 'V' made by your open fly, and teasingly bypasses that swollen cock. It jumps as if reaching for the tips of her fingers. She moves around to your ass, sliding her hands into that space between the chair and your butt. You close your legs a little to make room for her hands. She takes advantage and squeezes her thighs around yours, closing them tight. "Lift up." She commands in a soft, breathless voice. You obey. She wraps her hands into the rear of your underwear and your pants and yanks them out from beneath you. As the pants and BVD's pass over your swollen dick, they pull its turgid length downward. Upon your massive length being freed, you feel yourself slap against your belly. Her eyes are riveted. She pulls your clothes off each leg, dropping your shoes and socks to the floor with them. She kneels on the floor. You give a VERY brief passing thought to the cleaning crew coming in... those who have the keys to your office. It turns you on so much that she wants you so bad she gives not a care to being caught. The excitement goes from your brain directly to the tip of your exposed dick. You feel yourself getting harder, longer, if that is even possible. The blood is flowing to your cock in such copious amounts that the concept of explosion is imminent. That concept gets more imminent as you see her smile, staring at your cock. She licks her lips. She moves closer, sliding her hands up to the tops of your thighs, across your hipbones, over your stomach. It is a wonder that you can even control yourself... your dick is jumping in expectation. She moves her hands up to your chest, and playfully pinches those hard nipples hiding in the soft fur. This puts her face even closer to your lap. She looks at you... and gives the head a playful lick. "Does he want to come out and play?" She asks. "Oh yeah... he wants to play with your mouth, and your pussy." She flicks her tongue again. "Does he?" she says, with an innocent look in her eyes. "Well, we cannot have him lonely now can we?" And with that, she engulfs her mouth over your dick and almost swallows it whole. You shiver at the feelings that her warm wet mouth has created. She sucks, hard, using her lips as a pressure area that moves up your cock as her mouth releases it slowly. Her hands are on your chest now, quiet and still. Not for long. She begins to move them... pinching those gorgeous nipples hard, making you tense. Her mouth is licking the head now, flicking at the drops of pre cum that have oozed out of the tip. Her mouth engulfs the head and she begins to suck hard and fast, moving her bottom lip over that sensitive area just beneath the head. You groan, quietly, so as not to disturb any one in the halls or the nearby offices. You can only grasp her hair and hold on tight as she sucks on you. Your legs shake and shiver with the difficulty of holding on to your control. You want to cum in her mouth. Only after you have fucked her cunt. She sucks harder, and while one hand remains to torment your nipples, her other moves to your balls. She begins a rhythmic movement on them, and you say to yourself... "Fuck it... I'll lick her to make her cum, while I wait to get hard again". With that thought in mind, you pull her hair away from her face... so you can watch her suck on you, and take your jizz down her throat. She feels you watching her and looks up into your eyes. She uses those luscious lips to tease the head of your cock... while watching you look at her. It is an erotic site. You love this... this mental seduction. It is not only the feelings she invokes in your dick... but also the images she invokes in your mind. She flicks her agile tongue at the hole in the top... almost fucking your hole with her mouth. You shiver and throw your head back in pleasure. She begins to suck hard again... her hands still busy with your nipples and your balls. You feel a sense of loss as the hand massaging that lower area begins to move away... until you realize where it is going. She knows you, your wants and desires, the parts that tingle, what areas love to be touched... and penetrated. Her finger tickles lightly against that sensitive area below your testicles, that dark and warm place. You jump a little, pushing your cock into her mouth a bit, and allowing her hand to reach under you. You slide further down in the chair to allow better her access. She moves her first three fingers up along the crack of your ass... slowly moving closer to that forbidden orifice. You moan in anticipation, knowing that as soon as she places a finger inside you will cum so hard that it will feel as if your balls are milking themselves. She does it. Her finger circles the puckered flesh, places a nail against the hole, and then circles again. She pushes her middle finger into that dark hole, just a bit. She pulls out again and circles again. She pushes it in again, a little deeper this time. She pulls out yet again and circles. Her mouth has moved and she begins that movement... the one you love that tells you she wants your cum and she wants it now. Sucking on the tip of your cock hard, smashing her tongue against the sensitive underside... her lips moving up and down the edge of the head, dragging the tingling flesh. You can feel your balls begin the clenching of an approaching climax... but you want to put it off to enjoy the sensations of her mouth. She has other plans. She pushes her finger in, knuckle deep. "Aaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" You moan loudly, now unmindful of would be passersby in the halls. Your cock throbs out copious amounts of beautiful cream as you cum. You feel the massaging movement of her throat and tongue as she swallows your graceful offering to the pillar of her oral talents. She continues to suck, draining the last minute drops of your cum, savoring it. She pulls her mouth away from your cock with a last long lick, looks up at you and smiles. "Well, are you glad I accepted your invitation?" She says in that soft teasing tone she has. "Would a man in my position really say no?" You laugh with her. "Well he might... if he did not want to return the favor." She had stood up by this time and turned away from you for a moment. You watch as she did this and notice that her sweater covers just the top of her buttocks... giving you a nice view. Something has to be done. Kicking your feet free of the pants and underwear tangled around your ankles, you stand up behind her. Your arms wrap around her waist and you walk the few steps over to the opposite wall. You place her face first between two wooden bookcases. "Hmmmmmmmmmmm... what should he do if he does want to return the favor?" You ask, your mouth in her neck. You know your mouth is on that sensitive spot she loves... the one that makes her shiver. You feel it when she does. Her head leans forward, allowing you better access. She moans as you use your lips and teeth on her. You move your hands from her waist inward to her soft tummy. You inch up her sweater using your fingers and slide your hot hands beneath it. You reach upward under the sweater, to her bra and up and over her tits, spilling from the lace cups. She moans and gives a soft sigh... telling you of her heat. That heat communicates itself and you begin to bite her neck a little rougher, rubbing your face into her, almost growling, as your dick grows hard again. You yank down the cups of her bra so that you can cup, squeeze, and pinch her boobs and nipples. She throws her head back, grabbing onto your wrists to keep them at her sensitive tits. You readjust your head from her neck to her mouth as your faces now meet. Ravenously you eat at each other's mouths. Kissing deeply; wet, hot, and openmouthed. You remove her hands from your arms and place them on the wall, above and on either side of her head. Your hands go back to those distended nipples to touch. Taking one in each hand, you pinch and roll the tips between your fingertips, squeezing and stretching them, making them hard, making them ache. "Ahhhhhhhhh, God. Oh, yeah. Do that again." She groans the words. As you repeat the movement, feeling the ache you create in the hardness of those nipples... you feel her arch her back, pushing her ass back into your hips, rolling her thighs together to help ease the throbbing you have created in that hot and wet pussy of hers. Feeling her push her soft ass against you and rub your now hard cock against it drives you up and over the edge. Roughly you flip her over and shove her back to the wall. Your knee inserts itself between her legs, making them spread apart. Grabbing her hands. You place them spread out across the tops of the bookcases, supporting her weight so her knees don't buckle under the pleasure you are about to give her. She is looking confused for a moment as she watches you arranging her. You smile at her, and kneel down. "Oh.... Yesssssssssssssssssssssss.... " She hisses as she realizes your intent. Hands on thighs, spread apart for your access, touching and feeling her heat, you place your mouth on the inside of her leg... knowing she wants your lips and tongue in a different area. You tease her... as she teased you before. Her hips buck and squirm, moving to try to get your mouth closer to the distended flesh of her clit. Hot and wet, your finger is almost scalded as you touch just the tip. She bucks and gives out a long, painful moan. You can tell at this point just how close she is to orgasm... and considering how bad your cock wants to get in there... you decide to let her cum now. You place your mouth on her cunt and a finger inside her and go to town. Nibbling on her clit, sucking on her pussy lips, licking and fucking her with your mouth. You let her build up even more, coming close to the final culmination. You feel the shaking that she begins to get in her thighs when she is on the edge. She is moaning, thrashing, gasping, and groaning her pleasure. Her whole body is active at this point, lifting her hips, squeezing her legs around your head, toes clenching, hands in your hair. Then you feel it. That internal vibrating her body does... the clenching of her muscles, the long drawn out moan that makes you thing fleetingly of gagging her so no one finds you. She is cumming long and loud and strong. The way you like, the way she likes. You are so turned on at this point; your cock is pointing to your navel. Long, strong, hard, and aching to get into the thoroughly soaked pussy beneath your mouth. You stand up; pulling her still stocking covered thigh up over your hip as you do so. She is breathing hard, coming down from her orgasmic peak. You push your cock up against her wetness, rubbing it in the voluptuousness that is between her legs. Her arms are still out to the side, hands clenched on the corner of each bookcase. You continue to move your dick against her in a semblance of the forward and backward motion of fucking. You release her thigh, and understand that she is aware for it remains where it is. Grasping her arms, you raise them high and pull her sweater up over her head. Her black lace bra remains where you left it earlier, the cups yanked down below her tits. You decide not to waste time with the clasp and pull it over her head as well, baring her breasts fully to your eyes and mouth. You reach for her nipples, rubbing them with your thumbs, then pinching them with those same fingers that were covered with the remnants of her juices. She groans and shoves her hips at you, hitching her thigh up on your hip even higher. Working Late It was one of those days when everything seemed to go wrong. I'd worked far later than usual at the office, needing to stay until the reports I'd been waiting on had been compiled before I could leave. As it was, I'd be catching the next to last tram of the evening, and though the trip itself was only a twenty minute ride to where my car was parked, it was another thirty minutes drive home after that. I boarded, not too surprised to see very few people on the car I had entered, one stop later in fact, now alone with two men who were sitting next to and across from a rather attractive looking brunette. Trying not to stare or be too obvious about it, I did notice they seemed to be giggling and up to something simply by their mannerisms as the tram pulled out of the stop heading towards the next stop which was mine. I settled down in my seat at the opposite end of the car, giving plenty of distance between us. But within minutes, it became obvious that part of whatever they were doing, included doing it in front of an unwitting passenger. One of the men a tall very masculine and rugged looking individual with dark wavy hair and what was obviously a perpetual five o'clock shadow, finally stood. I sat watching as he looked over towards where I was sitting, a smile on his face, which I thought particularly odd at the moment until I suddenly realized he had done so with his rock hard cock sticking out of his pants! At first I couldn't believe what I was seeing, even going so far as to turn my eyes away, though looking back a moment or two later. He now stood feeding his prick to the attractive looking Brunette who was busily and happily sucking on it. Seeing this, I felt myself becoming aroused for obvious reasons. It's not often that you actually run into anyone who so obviously enjoys having "public sex" and in a sense, being invited to participate in watching it. Which I felt I had been as this must have been what they'd all been discussing and laughing about shortly after the tram pulled away from the last stop. I didn't mind either, had I of been a single woman, perhaps they might have scared or frightened her into moving into the adjacent car, but I was happily content to sit there and now purposely observe them as the brunette continued working her hand and mouth on the guys obviously very hard dick. But the surprise of the evening was yet to come. Though I couldn't see it as clearly, I had a fairly good idea that the gal was simultaneously fondling the prick of the other guy sitting next to her as she sat still sucking the standing man's dick simply by the movement of her shoulder and other arm. Seeing this had gotten me even more aroused, and I was half tempted (not to mention a bit hopeful) she might offer at some point to come back and give me a little relief as well. It was perhaps just a few seconds or so after that, that I now saw the guy who'd been standing suddenly step over in the seat to stand next to the other guy. He leaned against the window, and it became quickly obvious the guy was now the one doing the sucking! As he did, the brunette now leaned over (her head disappearing) though once again even from my vantage point, it was clear she was sucking the guy who'd been sitting next to her while he in turn sat, sucking the first guy now standing beside him as he continued leaning against the window. I then noticed he was again looking back towards me, a much pleasured expression on his face. I had never been with, nor ever considered doing something like that myself, but as odd as it was, and as I felt about it...seeing it had become curiously arousing. I found it very strange to feel myself as excited and as horny as I was, seeing the three of them together like this. By this time of course, I was no longer trying to pretend I wasn't aware of what was going on. My eyes were glued to the last row of seats they were in. When the woman suddenly sat up, looking back towards me herself with a very wanton look on her face, I smiled rather than looking away. She smiled back, and then shocked, surprised, and even delighted me when she waved at me to come over nearer to where they were. I was surprised at myself when I actually stood up and wandered back to where they were sitting. Glancing quickly at my watch, I realized I was less than ten minutes away from my own stop. It would no doubt be the quickest ten minutes of my life, but at this point I wasn't about to waste a single precious one, just getting to stand there and watch the three of them as they sat or stood sucking one another off. Having drawn closer, I was then treated to yet another surprise which I hadn't been fully aware of at the time. The brunette was wearing a fairly short skirt, hunched up well around her waist, her obviously exposed and very bare pussy winking at me as she sat there. "Hi, I'm Christy, these are my two nasty friends, Joel and Peter," she said introducing the two of them, though Joel removed his mouth from Peter's cock only long enough to say hello before returning to it, once again sucking it as I stood there watching the three of them. "I'm...pleased to meet you," I said correcting myself, rather than giving out my own name still obviously nervous about doing so, though again curiously interested in what was taking place here. "It's not often one gets to watch others enjoying themselves so...uninhibitedly, on a train," I responded still feeling a bit awkward, though again my own arousal level had chased away any shyness or reservations I might have had about standing up, walking back, and now as I stood there...watching the three of them, fully sporting an erection as I did. "Are you...hard?" Christy asked almost nonchalantly, still fondling Joel's cock as she spoke, Joel still happily sucking Peter's cock as he stood there smiling at the three of us, obviously enjoying what Joel was doing to him by the low soft moans he was freely giving. I actually felt myself blush at that, especially as Christy now looked boldly towards my crotch. It was clearly evident that I was. Without having even answered her, she spoke again, expectantly. "Can I see it?" It was funny, I actually turned to look briefly behind me towards the other empty car as though expecting to see someone now standing there watching the four of us. Another quick glimpse at my watch told me I had less than five minutes remaining before we reached my stop. "I'm actually getting off at the next stop," I said apologetically, actually meaning it. Half wishing now I could set my clock back at least another five minutes. Even then she smiled. "Would you like to get off at the next stop?" she asked brazenly. I know I was standing there with a totally confused and bewildered expression on my face, which had caused Peter to laugh. "She loves sucking off total and complete strangers," he told me then. "But not to worry, she only does it if they're willing to wear a condom. She knows us, so obviously...that's different. But this is sort of a daily game the three of us enjoy playing on the way home at night." Even with his explanation, I continued to stand there, still not sure if I was hearing everything correctly. "So...can I see it?" she asked once again. The next thing I knew, I was unzipping my fly, my hand moments later withdrawing my rapidly stiffening erection. In doing that, even Joel turned to see, though he continued to hand pump Peter's cock while doing that. "Ah, that's a nice thick fat one!" she exclaimed happily, reaching out to surround it with her tiny hand, giving it a nice grip however, along with a very pleasant little stroke. "So...would you let me suck it off?" she asked once again. "My stop," I said simply hearing the excited quiver in my own tone of voice. "There isn't time." She smiled at that. "There still might be," she explained. "Unfortunately Peter doesn't get off here...but Joel and I do," she now explained, though Peter actually answered her before I could. "I was hoping to get off here," he grimaced as Joel now rapidly pumped the man's prick, but the train was already beginning to slow with the stop just now coming into view up ahead. "Fuck!" he then said with an edge of exasperation in his tone of voice. Christy stood readjusting her short skirt, fixing it, as did Joel, though his now somewhat flaccid prick remained exposed as we all stood and slowly made our way over towards the door way. Even Peter wandered over towards it, now taking over for himself, standing there fisting his prick furiously. I actually found it weirdly amusing to be standing there near the door, watching him as he stood jerking himself off. "Come on baby...you can do it!" Christy urged him. "I want to see you cum before the train pulls away again!" The tram had in fact reached the well-lit station, gradually slowing to a full stop. I heard the sound of the doors opening, Joel and then myself the first to step out, each of us with our cocks still sticking out of our pants, including Peter who now stood in the doorway, hand pumping his prick as Christy the last one to get out, did so almost reluctantly, still urging him. "Hurry baby! Hurry! Shoot it! Shoot it!" I watched the doors once again begin to close, just as the first and only spurt of spunk leapt from the head of his prick actually making it out of the doors, landing somewhere on the ground there in front of us before the doors did close and the tram began to once again move forward. I actually found myself laughing at the bizarreness of the situation, knowing that even then Peter was still pumping the rest of his spending no doubt against the closed door. He did smile however and waved as the three of us stood there waving back. Only then did I look up to see another couple and a single male had likewise gotten off at this stop. They had been riding on the first car however, and were too far away to see or even realize that Joel and I were standing there with our cocks out. As we all wandered over towards the parking area, I now wondered where things were headed from here. "My car's over there, the blue one," I said pointing. There was an older model, white Chevy Camero convertible sitting a few spaces away from where I was parked, though the top was up. "That's mine," Christy said smiling indicating the other car. "But yours looks to be a bit roomier," she said still grinning. Reaching down, I once again felt her hand wrap around my now somewhat softened dick, not quite flaccid the same way Joel's now was, but getting there with the somewhat nervous and now apprehensive sensations I was now feeling. I certainly wasn't worried about getting mugged or robbed by these two, though I guess it was still possible, but it was more of the fact we were still parked in a public parking area, even though most if not all of the cars had now vacated the lot, including the two additional cars parked away from ours as the other riders had now entered them and began driving away to their own separate destinations. "This is perfect!" Christy announced as we reached my car, unlocking the passenger side door. Rather than sitting in, facing forward however, she sat, her legs still hanging out of the doorway with Joel now standing off to one side of her, me standing between. Once again she placed her hand on my dick and began stroking it back to a full firmness as I nervously glanced about the lot, though there was obviously no one else remaining in sight who could see us. "Joel, keep working it for me while I locate a condom," she announced. I was of course shocked when he did, though I had once again surprised myself by allowing it as I felt his hand reach out, gripping my prick, fondling it as he stood there next to me as Christy picked through her purse momentarily. "Ah, here we are!" she announced holding up a wrapped condom, then tearing at it with her teeth for a moment before extracting it. "I like these...they don't have that rubber taste to them, and since they're not lubricated, they're perfect for doing this," she then told me. Taking over for Joel, she now rolled the condom down and over my prick, stroking it for a moment, smoothing on the nearly sheer, almost transparent rubber over my member. Pulling me closer towards her there in the open doorway of my car, I then felt her lips surround my prick as she began sucking it. The initial feeling nearly buckling me at the knees. I reached out, grabbing for the door to lean on with one hand while she did this, closing my eyes due to the sheer pleasure of her mouth as she worked my condom covered cock. It took a moment more to even realize that Joel had in fact taken my other hand, lifting it. My eyes popped open immediately the moment I came into contact with his reawakened dick. He had placed my hand on it, and I now stood there looking over, seeing his very stiff prick in hand. Rather than yanking my own hand away as I would have otherwise been want to do, I instead felt it, and then stroked it, hearing Christy moan pleasurably upon seeing me do so, though now, so did Joel as he braced himself against the side of the car for support. There the three of us stood, Christy sitting, sucking me quite nicely, and me...now actually pumping Joel's quite bare very hard stiff prick. I still glanced about somewhat nervously, but the other tram wasn't due into the lot for another fifteen minutes or so. And there were now very few cars actually remaining in the lot, so there was still plenty of time to get off here before anyone else happened upon us as I stood there considering it. "Ok, Joel's turn," Christy announced shocking me. "What?" As it happened, I too had an older model car with a full bench seat as well as being automatic. Christy now scooted over sliding into the driver's position, though she rested her back against the door. As she did so, she once again hiked up her short skirt around and about her waist, her hands quickly unbuttoning the blouse she was wearing, now exposing two very pert, somewhat on the smallish side breasts, though still rounded and firm, twin hard puckered nipples now winking at me. "Come on...get in," she urged me. I slid in next to her, and then Joel slid in next to me. There was barely enough room to maneuver, though Christy sat one leg on the floor, the other bent at the knee, openly exposing herself. "Finger me. Finger me while Joel sucks your cock!" she said simply. Even with the darkness of the night there was just enough light to see by from the nearby light poles that lit things up just enough to see what it was I was now fingering. Christy's pussy was incredibly wet, her split extremely slippery as I speared it with my finger, now teasing her hidden clit as she reached down actually spreading her lips a part even wider, her clitoris now standing firm and erect as I playfully directed my finger against the head of it. Initially, I tried not to think about whose mouth was now working and sucking my cock, but the truth of it was, it felt damn fucking good. Joel's mouth sucked so firmly, almost magically upon my prick, though the added delight of fingering Christy's extremely went cunt, actually making several very wet squishy sloppy sounds as I did so seemed to add to all that. Minutes later she was thrashing wildly about on the seat, gripping the steering wheel in her hands, humping herself happily on my hand and fingers as she came, actually screaming out her pleasure as she did so. I nearly came myself, once again forgetting who it was that was actually sucking my own prick as good as it felt. The sound of the crossing guards coming down off in the distance alerted us to the fact that the next train was just then pulling into the station. "Hurry, open your door!" Christy said to Joel. I had no idea why of course, or what they were up to, but it was evident, whatever it was, Christy was obviously excited in urging him to do so. It became obvious to me, this game, or whatever it was they were doing, was something they had very often done before. Once again standing in the door of my car now, I watched as Christy handed Joel a condom. Without a word further, he began rolling it on. Just as he finished doing so, the next train pulled into the station. "Suck it!" she told me. "Go on...suck it for me," she pleaded excitedly. "Please?" I looked over towards him. Joel now standing there at the door, his hard stiff condom covered cock sticking straight out towards me. As though in a dream, I actually slid over closer towards him, Christy kneeling behind me, the feel of her bare breasts pressed against my back, her hands reaching around, dropping down into my lap, once again milking and fondling my cock. It was perhaps due to this, and my over aroused state, I actually leaned forward, took Joel's cock in hand, and then sucked it into my mouth. Even as I did so, I could hear the sounds of the trams doors opening, and then closing. Christy giggling excitedly, her hand jack-hammering my cock. I vaguely remembered the placement and positioning of the last few cars in the lot, one of which was just a few spaces further away and in front of my own. I knew then, the odds of someone just getting off the last tram, no doubt would be forced into passing by where we were sitting in order to reach it. Sure enough, the sounds of footsteps nearing alerted me to that very fact. "Just keep sucking!" Christy giggled excitedly, her hands working wonders on my dick as she did so. I closed my eyes, not wanting to see, though hearing the steps suddenly falter, then hurriedly move off and away. Seconds after that the sound of a car engine being turned over, and then rapidly pulling out of the lot. It was then that I heard Joel groan, and then felt his prick as it throbbed, the condom suddenly being filled with his seed as I continued sucking him, the oddity of awareness that it was as I only then released him, looking at his prick as I held it in hand, still milking out the last bit of semen into the condom. Satisfied, Joel replaced my hand with his, stripping it off, and then tossing it away. "Stand up," Christy told me. "Hurry, just in case someone made a call or something," she now said, suddenly causing me fear and concern upon hearing that. I slid out of the car, prepared to tuck my prick away again, though Christy now knelt before me, once again fingering herself as she went back to sucking my dick. Scared as I was, the sensation of fear, thrill, excitement had brought me quickly to the edge. I soon felt the release, and then knew I too was filling the condom still covering my cock. When she was sure she'd sucked every drop out of me, she pulled it from me, pouring the contents of my hot sticky cream onto her still bare breasts. She kissed me then quickly on the mouth. "Time to go," she announced. "Same time tomorrow!" she then added. I stood only briefly a moment more as she and Joel raced over towards her car jumping in. I quickly did the same, pulling out of the lot and hurriedly heading home. ** Admittedly I felt more than a little guilty by the time I arrived home. Luckily for me, my wife Samantha was sound asleep. I thought initially to simply take off my clothes and slip into bed beside her, without waking her, but soon after discovered I once again had a powerfully raging hard on. Don't get me wrong, I truly did love my wife, but for the past several months now, our sex-life had become virtually nonexistent. Between both of our jobs and the hectic schedule we'd both been keeping lately, it seemed like there was little enough time as it was in the day, and certainly no longer any real time for quality sex. If we even had sex at all, it was quick, furious and over. As I pulled up the sheets looking down at my wife, she was as usual wearing only a tee shirt and nothing else. Her exquisite looking pussy bare, available and just waiting for me. I silently, and carefully slipped between her legs, my tongue only then beginning to ever so softly tickle the quiet un-expecting folds of her her cunt. Working Late "Whaaa?" she spoke sleepily, trying to come awake, only then realizing what was actually going on. "Tom?" I answered her by sucking her clit between my lips. She sighed pleasurably, her hands coming up to entangle themselves in my hair. ** We had both lost a bit of sleep, but it had been certainly well worth it. I still felt a bit guilty, knowing fully why I had gotten home still horny and aroused, though Samantha had certainly been the willing recipient of my intentions towards her. "Working late again tonight?" she had asked just before heading out. I didn't think I would be, no real reason for it really, but then found myself answering just before she stepped out. "I'm not sure yet...I'll call you." ** I sat for the better part of the day at work just thinking about all that had happened the night before. I couldn't help but wonder if Christy, Joel, and even Peter would be on the tram again as they said they would be. An hour before my normal quitting time, I called Samantha at work. Once again I felt like a bit of a heel telling her I'd be working late, and not to wait up for me. It also meant I'd be hanging around the office for quite a while as well, quite unnecessarily, though I did have a book I could read and get lost in until it was actually time for me to leave. When the time came, I made my way over to the station, wondering as I boarded if indeed they would be there as Christy said they would be. Sure enough all three of them were, and I was pleased to likewise find, I was the only one getting on to join them in the rear car, though a couple of others did board the other two cars ahead of me. There was no point in sitting away from them this time, which I didn't, immediately walking back to where the three of them were happily and excitedly waiting for me. "Well, I am surprised. I actually didn't think you'd show up again," she told me. "I know that a few things were a first time for you, so I honestly wasn't expecting it." "Well, yes...they were," I freely admitted looking at Joel. "But as strange as it sounds, I actually...enjoyed it!" Joel grinned, as did Peter, who even then had reached down, his hand rubbing the bulge in Joel's pants as they stood there. "Unfortunately, we don't have as much time tonight," Christy said. "My husband's actually picking me up from the station, so Joel and Peter here will be traveling on to the next stop. That only leaves us..." "Less than twenty minutes," I said looking at my watch. Christy smiled, stood, and slipped out of her short skirt entirely. "So...in that case, how about we simply fuck until then?" She said smiling. It was still weird, even though I knew no one was actually watching us directly. The few people forward in the next car weren't sitting so as to be looking our way on the one hand, though it was possible anyone of them could have turned around and looked back. Some few others might see us, though only for a split second or so, and probably even then not entirely sure they had seen whatever it was they had thought they'd seen as the tram whizzed by where ever it was they might have been standing. I was still amazed at Christy's brazenness however as she stripped out of her pull over shirt now entirely naked as she did so. "Give me five minutes warning at least...before we arrive," she had asked. "So I can dress and move up to the next car." Obviously she didn't want her husband seeing her with her two friends. I knew then it was highly unlikely he was even aware of their existence. "Sorry," she said handing me a condom. "But until I've gotten to know you a little better," she added smiling. I didn't mind though, actually preferring I use one myself. Especially if either Joel or Peter for that matter, had any intentions of sucking my dick again, or visa versa for that matter. "Come on Peter...it's your turn to take me in the ass tonight," she told him excitedly, which he obviously was. There was just barely enough room for him to lay down, even then his legs bent at the knee resting on the floor as Christy positioned herself over him. I stood there watching as Peter's prick slowly disappeared inside her ass. Once he was all the way inside her, he held still...waiting. "Ok...um ah..." "Tom," I finally said introducing myself for the first time. Christy smiled. "Ok Tom, your pick. You can either fuck me, or I'll suck you off. Unfortunately, we don't have a lot of time to do much more than that this trip," she added. I had never experienced a double penetration before, and wasn't about to pass up what might prove to be my one and only shot at it. In seconds, I was buried to the hilt inside her pussy, Joel now standing, balancing on the bench over where Peter was laying, though his positioning placed him at just the right height for Christy to be able to suck him while Peter and I fucked her together simultaneously. It was an interesting sensation to say the least. I could feel the hardness of Peter's prick inside her ass, rubbing against my own as I fucked her cunt. Christy quite obviously enjoying the double penetration, moaning quite audibly and pleasurably around Joel's cock while she sat there sucking it at the same time. "Ten minutes," Peter warned. "And this time, I'm going to fucking cum decently!" He seriously demanded. "Well then you'd best get on with it," Christy scolded him. "But the two of you better damn well fucking make me cum too!" she challenged us both. I knew that wasn't going to be a problem for me, I was already fighting the urge to shoot off inside that hot wet cunt enough as it was. But between the sensation of that, and Peter's prick inside her ass, Christy too was already beginning to reach her own peak of pleasure. Moments after that, she was screaming it out in fact, urging the rest of us to join her. "Oh fuck yes! Yes! Squirt in me! Squirt in me! Let me feel your hot fucking juice filling my ass...my cunt!" I didn't figure it was worth mentioning, or reminding her...that I was in fact wearing a condom. And even though I was, when I began to shoot off inside it, it felt deliciously wonderful. As I did, I could in fact feel Peter's cock as he pounded away inside her tight ass, suddenly holding still, and then crying out as his cock throbbed out his spurting pleasure so deep inside her. Joel too began to climax at that point, though Christy swallowed his spunk quite happily down her throat as we all finished climaxing within seconds of one another. "Fuck...less than five!" Joel said looking at his watch. We all scrambled to repair ourselves after that, Christy hurriedly jumping into her own clothing before turning towards me. "Not sure when we'll be able to do this again," she stated. "Might be a few weeks before I'm able to get on as late as I have been. But...keep looking for me," she said. "I've had a good time being with you, and would like to do it again!" With that, she bade the three of us good-bye and good night, and then made her way forward into the next car in order to disembark without suspicion. I too got off of course, though I headed straight for my own car, and home. With no real reason to work late again, and remembering what Christy had said about working late herself, I honestly didn't make much of an attempt to see or meet up with them again. Weeks went by, and then one evening by pure chance, it just so happened that I did in fact have to work late again. The only problem was, my wife had actually driven me and had dropped me off at the station, where she would now be waiting to pick me up. Added to that, this was in fact the last scheduled train of the evening, so I already knew the prospects of running into any of them weren't very damn likely. I wasn't at all surprised then when I boarded and didn't find any of them on the tram as it left. Pulling into the station, I got off, saw my wife waiting for me in our car there in the lot. I expected a simple kiss when I got there. But instead, I felt her hand come immediately down, resting on my crotch fondling me as we stood there just before getting in. "What in the worlds gotten into you tonight?" I asked curiously, though pleased as hell to find her this aroused upon meeting me. "You'd never believe me if I told you," she began. "But...I got here not knowing if you'd be on this train, or the one before it," she said. "So anyway...I'm just sitting here waiting for you, and then this good looking little brunette, and this other guy get off, they walk over to their car, a white Camero, which was parked right next to me. I know they must have seen me sitting here, but even though they did, I sat here watching her as he stood there in the doorway of her car while she sucked him off. At first, I was actually appalled by it, but then the more I watched, and the longer I watched, I got more and more turned on that I was actually watching them do it. Before I knew it, I was sitting here masturbating, while watching them!" "You did? You were?" I said mildly surprised...and of course wondering. "Oh yeah, I did, especially when the guy could definitely see me doing it, standing there, looking into the car while his girlfriend, wife, or whoever, sat there sucking him. Pretty soon he's getting ready to cum, urging me to do the same, and then suddenly, I was...and then he was. "You're not mad at me are you?" she then said quite worriedly. "Honestly Tom, I don't know why I did that, or whatever on earth got into me to do something like that. But before I even realized it, there I was...actually touching myself while a total and complete stranger stood there watching me do it. I will say...the windows were rolled up, and the doors were all locked, just in case you were wondering. I could have easily pulled away if I had needed to," she added, her face reddening with a combination of arousal and concern. Admittedly I was a bit surprised at her admission, asked just a couple of additional questions about them, confirming then without any doubt it had indeed been Christy and Joel she'd been looking at while sitting there. More importantly, now I was horny...just imagining my own wife sitting there playing with herself while Joel and Christy actually watched her doing so. "Damn baby...you've given me a nice hard erection!" I stated rubbing it for her through my pants. "Let's get our asses home and do something about it shall we?" I then saw a look in her eyes I hadn't seen in a very, very long time. "Tom? What I'd really like? What I'd really enjoy? Is if we did it here...right here, in the car. Would you like that?" she asked. "I know it sounds silly perhaps, but having seen that, I felt that sort of teenage excitement I haven't felt for years, and now...I'm feeling it again." "Yeah, me too," I told my wife as I unzipped, producing a very erect, very stiff swollen erection. "Now, take your clothes off...I want you naked while you sit here and suck me off," I stated. "After that...I'm going to lay you over the hood of the car, and eat you silly!" Samantha giggled excitedly, in seconds she was gobbling my cock in ways she hadn't done in month's as I stood there looking about the nearly empty lot. I never did see Christy, or Joel or Peter again. I did see her car in the lot once, but I had taken an earlier tram that day, though I've never seen it again after that. Just as well though. My wife quite often meets me now whenever I have to work late. I don't mind it at all however, as she usually has nothing on underneath her coat when she does. And we've had some of the best sex we've ever had, right there in the parking lot of the tram station, people walking by, some aware, some not. But I can't help wonder if one day, we might be doing just that when Christy, Joel or even Peter might walk by and see us. Wonder...what might happen if they ever did. On second thought... Working Late Hi all, sorry I've been away for so long. I have missed you! I'm not quite ready to do personal requests, but please email me. Hugs, Josie You're here late, you're the only one left here at 6:00 on a Friday, I admire your dedication. Follow me into my office. I need to talk to you about a few things. I know I haven't been here long, but I've been here long enough to notice that every time I pass by your desk that your eyes are glued to my body. And every time we're at a meeting you're fucking me with your eyes. You naughty boy... * * * * * Click Here to listen. (7 min/mp3) * * * * * Working Late All I wanted to do was sleep. I'd been awake for almost thirty-six hours by then and probably had as much as another twelve to go before I could head home. I started at the coffee cup in front of me and wished caffeine had more effect on me. The clocks on the wall said it was 1:04 am, already Sunday afternoon in Hong Kong and London would be waking up soon. I yawned, again. There wasn't much else to do. This weekend was the culmination of eight months work—the migration of all of our customer data to a new system. It's not like I was actually doing anything, me being the project manager, the real work was left to the technical consultants who were tag-teaming their efforts to cover the extended hours. They at least were getting some sleep. I was dumb enough not to plan that for myself. My main role was keeping the coffee machine supplied and calling out for pizza every few hours. "All looking good so far." Diane Branson walked over looking satisfied with her work. She was the lead consultant and had been working with us for a month. She was a tall, tanned brunette with a statuesque figure, searching brown eyes and a stand-offish manner that made her difficult to get to know. She had the late shift tonight and was doing a considerably better job than me at staying alert. "Sounds good," I replied automatically. "What's the ETA for completion?" Diane checked the clocks. "Probably around nine. A bit later than scheduled, but if it's clean, we're good." Nine would be good. I'd expected more to go wrong and would've been happy to get out of there anytime Sunday. Diane wasn't much of a conversationalist and she drifted off. I liked her, and she was attractive in a way I hadn't quite figured out yet, but she was all business, so I didn't dwell there. I checked my email, pointlessly, and then browsed a few sports websites to see if there were any late updates. There wasn't. I sipped at my coffee but it was cold. I got up to go get another. "You want a coffee?" I called to Diane. She said no and I walked off towards the kitchen. As familiar as it was normally, the office was a strange landscape with the lights out. Our small section at the east side had a few lights on, but there was no point in having the whole of the third floor blazing. I poured my coffee and threw in some cream and sugar to dampen the taste of the thick brew we were favoring for alertness that weekend. The on duty security guard stopped by while stood against the counter and took a few sips. He patrolled every couple of hours but never interacted with us beyond a nod of his head. Rather than walk straight back to my desk I decided to walk around the rest of the floor. Desperate to pass as much time doing anything I could, wasting a couple of minutes taking the long way around seemed like a good idea. I laughed at the thought, and cursed that I'd taken this duty on alone. I looked out of the windows on the south side of the building, down to the highway below. Not many cars were out that late, quite the contrast from Monday mornings. I stood for a few minutes and watched the traffic lights cycle three times before any cars went through the junction. The west side of the building overlooked a relative new apartment block. I stopped to survey the scene, not expecting to see anything. There was a few lights on, but nothing much to catch my eye... until I noticed the flickering of candlelight in one window. The window was on the second floor of the apartment building, almost directly opposite where I was looking out. The room behind the window was well-lit by candles that were burning all around the room and creating a sepia-tinted scene. There was no drapes or blinds at the window, just a clear view into the bedroom where a woman was sitting on top of a guy, very obviously riding him energetically. My eyes widened and my tiredness left me as I looked closer and took in more details. It was impossible to make out faces at that distance, but form and actions were pretty clear. The girl was carrying a few extra pounds but that didn't seem to inhibit her enthusiasm for fucking the guy. Her hair was long and dark, draping down her back and occasionally thrown back as she jerked her head backwards. I could see nothing of the guy, but it looked like he was simply lying there and letting her get on with it. I knew they couldn't see me in the dark office and assumed that they hadn't thought to cover the window as they would not expect my building to be occupied on a Saturday night. I smiled as I looked on, tickled to see the couple go at it, glad of the reprieve from boredom and noticeably aroused at the sight. After a few minutes I was amazed at how long she'd been riding him as fiercely as she was. It seemed like they could both go on forever in that position. I grinned, wondering if I had that kind of staying power. It occurred to me that the guy might be the worse for a few drinks, or even that this was their second go-around, but was still glad of the entertainment. The view certainly was compelling. Not that I was getting any close-ups or anything, but simply being a secret voyeur on their lovemaking was an unexpected thrill. Eventually she got off him and onto her hands and knees, inviting him to reposition to a classic doggie style. I didn't see enough to know how big the guy was, but he walked around the bed, climbed on and pushed into her. He started thrusting immediately, moving almost as vigorously as she had. I heard nothing, but felt the hand land on my shoulder at the same time she spoke. "James Keller! So, this is what you do when you sneak off on me." It was Diane. My heart jumped, I mumbled something about not sneaking off and that I'd come across the sight by accident. I was unnerved and slightly ashamed at being caught out. Diane laughed it off and pushed in front of me to get a better view. "Wow, they're really going at it, aren't they?" "It certainly looks like they're having fun." I laughed. "How long have you known about this?" she asked, not taking her eyes from the action. "A few minutes. Never seen it before." "Cool." Diane continued to peer. "Wish we had some binoculars." "What for?" I exclaimed. "You're not some pervert are you?" "No," Diane dismissed. "But this is a whole lot better than watching data flash across those computer screens." I couldn't argue with that. It was something of a surprise to see this different side of Diane as up to then we'd only had very light conversation outside of work matters. As she watched her movements were sharp and the scene held her full attention. "Is she nice looking?" Diane asked. "Best as I could see, she looked fine. And no, I don't know how big it is." Diane laughed heartily. "I wasn't going to ask. Looks like it's plenty big enough though, judging by the way he's pounding her without coming out." It was true. The guy in the window was still going hard and fast. Neither staying power nor length seemed to me an issue for him. No sooner had I concluded that than he stopped moving and, after a few more seconds, slumped onto the bed. The girl turned around and joined him, both appearing to stare at the ceiling. The image was too vague to make more than their body shapes, but that didn't stop us peering at their crotches and her chest for details. "Well, that'll be that then." Diane appeared almost sad as she turned away. "Good spot though James. That certainly brightened my night up." "Mine too," I agreed, feeling more of the arousing effects of our voyeurism as I started to walk back along the corridor. "I didn't realize you'd enjoy it so much. I'd've called you straight away if I'd known." Diane nudged me playfully as we arrived back at our lit work area. "Doesn't everyone enjoy watching people doing it? It might not be good quality porn, but the fact that it's real is very... interesting." I took a few seconds to think that through, figuring there were several minefields in there and wondering if I was brave enough to step onto any of them. "You like watching porn?" The question came out before I'd finished considering its explosive nature. "Sure," Diane answered casually. She was now back sitting at her desk. "It's not like I watch it all the time, but I like a good porn movie now and again." Her head went back to the computer screen and I figured that was the end of the conversation. I hadn't expected anything else, but I'm always interested to see what happens when sex becomes the topic of conversation. Tonight, it looked like nothing. I drank some more of my coffee and started to play solitaire on my computer. In the background I heard the irregular clicking of Diane's keyboard as she continued to keep the project on schedule. Visions of the copulating couple were hard to shake though, as was Diane's reaction. I had a strong urge to walk back and see if they were still there, but I resisted and kept on trying to make the minutes pass quicker. "You think they're still there?" Diane walked over to my desk after a while. "I'm going to sneak a look." Without a word I got up and followed her. When we got to the window the couple had indeed resumed activity, this time he was sitting on the edge of the bed while she knelt on the floor and attended to him with her mouth. "She's definitely keen." Diane giggled as I squeezed in to see the girl's head bob in the guy's lap. "Looks like she gives head as energetically as she fucks. God, that's so hot." I said nothing, simply watched as the girl worked on him. In seconds I was erect again, thinking about how good it would be right about then to be on the receiving end of her attentions. Again I noticed that Diane's attention was completely focused on the candlelit scene. It wasn't long before the girl in the bedroom decided she wanted a share of the oral action and clambered onto the bed, getting them into a sixty-nine. Now they both went to work, almost like it was a competition to make the other come first. I wasn't going to make any bets, but in my experience they were more likely to die of exhaustion than ecstasy the way they were going. It was hard to tell when they came, but they both appeared to, after about ten minutes, and resumed their positions prone on the bed. "You think they're done, or will they go again in another half-hour?" Diane asked me with a distinctly mirthful tone in her voice. "I'm hoping they're done," I muttered. "Otherwise I've been doing something wrong." We watched for another minute or two, but when the girl got up and started to blow out the candles, we figured the show was over. Almost as though we were making sure they didn't reappear for an encore, we waited a little more, and then turned away. "Bet you wish you were at home after that?" Diane joked. I shot her an enquiring look that she recognized, even in the dark. "So you could get some action yourself," she explained. "No one there," I admitted. "So I'd be reaching for a porn movie and some tissues." Diane folded over laughing. "I'm sorry for laughing, but that's quite an image." I shrugged, both excited by the sexual conversation and embarrassed at my candid admission. We continued our walk back to our desks in silence. There was no indication that our conversation would continue, and certainly no prospect of more viewing of the mystery couple, when Diane sat down again and immediately started tapping away at her keyboard. It was only moments later that she appeared to be searching through her laptop bag. I looked up with interest when she started back towards my desk. "We must be able to find some tissues somewhere... how'd you like to watch some of this with me?" She laid a home recoded DVD on my desk. Someone had scrawled an illegible title on the disk with a red Sharpie. I looked up to see her smirking at me. "Are you serious?" "I was joking about the tissues..." she admitted, "unless you actually want some." I didn't know what to say, so I lifted the DVD and pushed it into my PC drive. "I don't think it would be appropriate... not unless you joined me, but I don't mind checking out the movie." I watched her reaction, but she simply shrugged. The titles started to roll immediately and she sat in the chair next to me. The quality of the movie wasn't bad for a copy and it looked like the content would be hot. None of the cast was naked yet when Diane said, "Watching that couple got me all worked up. If you're serious about... me joining you... I'm game if you are." I looked at her. She was intently staring at me and there was no doubting her seriousness. Her eyes didn't exactly have a come-to-bed look, but there was a sure fire look of lust in them. My instinct was to ask if she was serious, but her intensity made the question pointless. I clarified what she meant instead. "You mean we both sit here and..." "Masturbate." She finished my question with her answer. I took a deep breath and contemplated the moment. I wasn't used to such powerful situations and my heart started pounding. Diane was attractive, but tonight had taken me by surprise and I hadn't had any time to lust after her. The suddenness of the potential sexual situation was stunning. My answer was never in doubt. Despite the potential awkwardness, I was not going to pass up this moment, despite that fact that it would probably break several guidelines in the company's code of conduct. "I'm game." Diane asked about the security guard's patrols, but I assured her that he'd been through less than an hour ago and we would be clear for at least a couple more hours. "Do you really need tissues?" She smirked, confirming our tryst. "Maybe." I looked at her, not quite sure of the next move. Thankfully she made it. She started to unzip her jeans. "You can do whatever works for you..." her voice only quivered a tiny amount, "but I'm going to take these off." Before I reached for my belt I watched as she pulled down her jeans and revealed a small pair of dark panties. Those were also quickly dispatched. I didn't see much of her pubic area, but her ass and thighs looked in fine shape as she bent over to pick up her clothes and put them on a spare chair. Diane sat and started to watch the movie. Her long legs were closed, but I was sure I could see some trimmed pubic hair peeking out. I pulled off my belt and struggled with my zipper for a few seconds—my nervousness stealing some of my dexterity. Unlike Diane, I pulled both jeans and underwear off together. When I sat it was rather more obvious that I was naked from the waist down that it was for her, but she didn't seem to be taking too much notice of me at that point. On screen a couple was starting to get into some serious action, but I was consumed by watching Diane and wondering what I should do next. I solved the second dilemma by grasping my erection with my hand and making a few uneasy strokes. Diane's hand had slipped between her legs, which had opened slightly. She wasn't moving her hand much but the sight of her fingers disappearing between her thighs was mesmerizing. "You're supposed to be watching the movie," Diane chided with a light voice, not taking her eyes from the screen. "Yes," I laughed back, "but I'm just figuring out how this goes." "You mean you've never done this before?" She turned to face me with a furrowed brow. I noted that her eyes met mine, and didn't go down to my cock. "Not with a... stranger." I tried to make the word sound immaterial. Diane thought about this for a moment. "Yes, I guess you're right. Mostly when I've done this with someone, I've known them a bit better than this. Is it uncomfortable for you? Do you want to stop?" "No," I was anxious not to stop, "It's okay. I just need to... figure this out." Diane laughed. "Not much to figure out James. You stroke and come... enjoying the fact that your intimate experience is shared with someone else. I think it's incredibly sexy. I've done it with several boyfriends, it's always so hot, seeing what they do and letting them share what I do." "That's what I was watching..." I laughed nervously, "what you're doing." I had in fact tried this with a girlfriend in the past, when she asked about how often I masturbate and how I liked to do it, but that episode dissolved to laughter, and eventually to some great sex. I noticed that Diane had looked down at me for the first time and I felt a flush of increased excitement. "Well," she continued to look at lm as she considered her words, "I guess we could watch each other, instead of the movie, if that works better for you." I nodded, trying not to look too eager. Watching Diane massage herself was infinitely more interesting to me. We swiveled our chairs to face each other. I felt a little self-conscious about a woman I'd never touched see me with my cock in my hand, but she seemed to take it all in her stride, running her fingers over her pussy while she watched my movements. After a few seconds she opened her legs a little and gave me a better look at her pussy. She wasn't bare, but well trimmed and she had nicely puffed lips that her fingers were manipulating sensuously. I watched as she dragged her lips upward, stretching them and letting them fall back into place. With each stroke her hand continued upwards, allowing her fingers a long run against her clit. Her legs opened some more and on her next stroke I watched as her lips parted and I saw a hint of glistening pink. I also opened my legs, as I relaxed and pleasured my cock with some long, slow strokes. Diane watched me as intently as I watched her. I glanced down to get an idea what she was seeing. From my perspective my cock didn't look all that big, but it felt as long and meaty as it got, engorged from the electric situation we'd created. I slipped my hand up and down some more, now starting to enjoy the exhibitionism and the eroticism of the moment. "You have a nice cock." She nodded approval. "I like the way you play with it, very sexy." It seemed only appropriate that I return the comment. "You have a gorgeous pussy. I'm anxious to see how you like to come." Diane smiled. "All in good time James." She pulled her pussy lips a little wider for me. "I like to do this." Positioning her middle finger carefully between her lips, she slid it slowly inside. Her other fingers spread out and allowed her to extend the submerged finger as deep as possible. I felt my cock pulse as I watched her pull it out a ways and then plunge in again. When I looked up he face had turned to a wide grin. "That's hot..." I told her, but she wasn't finished. She'd withdrawn her finger and brought it up to her lips. Making sure she had my complete attention, Diane pushed her middle finger into her mouth and pulled it out slowly, her lips making a tiny "pop" as it came out. My heart was beating wildly now. Diane had quickly transformed into one of the sexiest women I'd ever seen. "You like?" she asked, returning her finger to its sex sheath. "I love it." I was almost gasping, not that I was close to coming, but the excitement was extreme. "Hold your balls for me," Diane commanded. "I love seeing a man work on himself with both hands." I did as asked, gripped my balls with one hand and continued my stroking with the other. I noted that Diane was now making smaller movements in and out of her pussy and it looked like she was rubbing her clit with her thumb at the same time. "Will you be able to come for me?" she asked. I told her I was sure I could. "Some men can't. They get all caught up in the, don't-watch-me-jacking-off thing. Like it's something dirty, or inferior, or something they're not supposed to do if they're real men. I think it's incredibly sexy, and a real plus if a guy's open enough to share." I didn't think I'd have any problems, it certainly didn't feel like it as I watched her. From the way she'd handled this whole thing I didn't have any doubt that she would be able to climax, and I looked forward to that. Working Late Diane now had two fingers in her pussy and her second hand was holding her lips apart while she plunged in and out. "I think I'm getting close already." Her voice was suddenly no more than a whisper as she started to push in and out more frantically. I heard her moan and slip down in her chair a little. Now her second hand moved to her clit and with one finger she started to make some fast rubbing movements. I was transfixed. Diane closed her eyes, rubbed and pushed some more. Her thighs tightened as her climax approached and her hands continued to work right up to the point of her orgasm. She pulled her fingers from her wet hole and held her pussy open as she came, spurting a long stream of liquid as she did. My jaw dropped. I'd never seen a woman squirt like that in the flesh. Diane let out a low moan as she came and slumped in her chair when she finished. "That... was... amazing." I was suitably impressed. Not only had Diane instigated this mutual masturbation session, but she'd stripped off first and now come first with an electrifying effect. "Yes," she panted, "I should've told you that I squirt." She gave a short laugh. "I take it you weren't expecting that?" I shook my head, realizing that I was still gently stroking myself. I'd gotten so caught up watching Diane that I'd almost forgot about myself. "I take it that was good?" I grinned. "That was just what the doctor ordered," she said assertively. "Only one problem though." Diane stood up and started to pull off her shirt. "Problem?" "Yes." She reached around to unclip her bra. "I was so hot after watching that couple, and seeing you... that wasn't enough to quench the fire. I need some cock." Diane released her breasts and took another step towards me. I looked down at her dripping pussy and then back up to her wonton, almost desperate, face. Her breasts, while not huge, wobbled nicely with her movements and I noticed that her quarter-sized nipples were already erect. Never, before or since, has a woman appeared sexier to me as she stood there, on display, and demanding that I fuck her. I contemplated asking if she still wanted to watch me come, but the look in her eyes told me that the time for joking was over. I quickly threw off my shirt and barely had time to settle in my seat before Diane was straddling me and reaching for my cock. Her nipples were at my eye level for a few seconds and I thought about clamping my mouth on one when she pulled me into her and sat swiftly down on my hard on. I sunk in with a satisfying squelch and she settled in my lap. Her pussy felt hot all around me and her heat seemed to radiate through me. "Oh God, that feels good." Diane looked into my eyes and smiled her satisfaction. "I agree," I said lamely, still taking in the situation and enjoying the sensations Diane's body was now providing. I held on to her sides as she started to rock on me. The fact that she seemed almost possessed by the moment and intent on getting fucked wasn't at all distracting. Indeed, all that did was make me want to comply with her wishes and give her everything she needed. Diane was more athletic than I'd realized and she managed to build up a nice rhythm on me, despite straddling both my lap and the office chair. I took hold of her boobs and felt her wonderfully hard nipples in my fingers. The flesh was firm and the buds bursting with excitement as I played with her and she bounced on me. Reaching down between us, I felt her soaking pussy as she moved. Her clit was large and begged attention. She squirmed and her rhythm was interrupted as I rubbed her, coating my fingers in her juices. Her hands came up to rest on my shoulders as she continued to work me. Her face was now flushed and glistening with the effort. The single-minded passion was still there though. Images of the couple we'd watched came back to me and I had the urge to thrust hard back to her. As soon as Diane felt this she slowed and stepped off me. Then, taking my cock in her hand, she led me to stand up and get behind her. She bent over my desk, opened her legs and pushed her pussy out for me. I didn't need a second invitation. Taking my cock in my hand, I rubbed it against her pussy lips and slid in, letting her feel my full length for the first time. I took hold of her hips and eased out, all the way. I positioned the tip again and thrust relentlessly, as deep as I could go in a single thrust. Diane groaned in pleasure. This was what we'd been fantasizing about. I pushed in and out with a few long strokes, and then started to build up a rhythm. Diane lifted her knee up and out to the edge of my desk, widening her thighs and encouraging me. My balls were already slapping hard against her wet skin as I accelerated. I heard her panting and soft groaning as I watched my cock disappear into her time and again. As my shaft withdrew it was wet and glistening in the light, then it was thrust back into her as deep as I could manage. Diane was so wet that the sound of me splashing into her pussy resonated around the silent floor and the scent of her sex started to permeate the air. With each thrust I pushed hard into her, encouraged when she whispered breathily back to me, "That's it baby, fuck me." She'd barely got the words out when I felt my calves start to tingle and weaken—my climax getting closer. The feeling crept up my legs and started to run through my veins. I took another look at Diane's back and she pushed onto my cock, and my cock as it plunged into her. I grunted as the orgasm started, a long and slow burn that scorched my fibers and made me feel weightless. My come started to flow into her with long, uncontrollable spasms. It felt like I came for almost a minute and Diane's pussy filled to the point that I felt liquid start to run out of her and down the outside of my balls. The relief and pleasure felt incredible and free as Diane whispered unintelligible encouragements to me. My strokes slowed and my hands ran from her hips up her sides to grasp her in a hug. My cheek was resting on the damp skin of her back with my eyes closed and my breathing heavy. "Fuck... that was amazing," I breathed. Also panting, Diane agreed by nodding her head. My heart stopped when I opened my eyes. Way on the other side of the floor, in the shadows near the water cooler, I saw the security guard. I had no idea how long he'd been watching, but I had the distinct impression that his hand was massaging the outside of his pants. I watched for a few seconds and he quietly disappeared, probably because he thought he'd been spotted. The irony of the moment jumped straight into my head—here we were fucking each other's brains out because we'd seen the couple in the apartment, and now we in turn had been spotted. I grinned but didn't say anything to Diane. She was laughing wildly when I pulled out of her and sat back down on my chair. Diane hesitated for a moment and then sat on my lap and draped her arm around my shoulder. I felt the glorious squelch of her pussy, now soaked with both of our fluids, as it rested on my thigh. "I hope I didn't do anything wrong." Her voice was demure now, far less sure of herself now the moment had calmed. "Hell no," I reassured her. "That was amazing." "I can get..." she searched for words, and any negative reaction in my face, "a little single-minded, and... aggressive when I get hot like that. I don't mean to get out of control. It just kind of overtakes me." "I liked it, thought it was incredibly hot. It was awesome to experience with you... and I was pretty turned on myself." I wanted to ask if there was a possibility of some more, but wanted the time to play out naturally. Diane was very desirable and I didn't want to endanger my chances of getting to know her better. "Well, thank you." She kissed my cheek. "I'm glad you were here. That was a wonderful fuck." I looked into her face and kissed her back, full on the mouth. She responded and my cock started to twitch merrily. "You think I should take a look at the migration data?" She giggled as we broke the kiss. "Soon." I advised, kissing her again and reached up to cup her breast. "But not quite yet." I never did tell Diane about the security guard. I didn't want to spoil the moment, or endanger my chances for a repeat. Her oblivion to that the small detail appeared to preserve the electricity of that night for us. The security guard avoided my eyes when I left the next morning and I never heard a thing from anyone in my company about "behavior unbecoming" of an employee. I always though of it as "coming behavior" anyway. After that night Diane and I went back to her hotel room and spent the next twenty-four hours recovering from our night of work, and passion. We stayed together for a while, and had some of the best sex of my life, but eventually her consulting work took her away for several months and we never quite managed to connect after that. That first encounter remains vivid though. Something we shared that was spontaneous and incredibly erotic. I go back there in my memory often, wondering who the couple in the apartment was, what the security guard saw and how fate sometimes just works things out. I'd never considered myself a lucky person, but I've always felt very lucky to have had that night. Working Late I hadn't realised how late I'd been working. It is at least seven o'clock by the time I realise, and it is already properly dark outside. I stand up from my desk to stretch, and take a look around the office. You are the only one still left -- everyone else had gone home what seemed like a long time ago. You catch my eye as I look above the cubicle divider, and wink at me. My heart surges, my hands going clammy. What am I thinking? I'm a married woman, and I shouldn't be feeling that familiar tugging of desire below my navel, not for you. I've told myself that I'm off limits, that you will not have me, because I made a promise to another man a long time ago. But still the flirting with you leaves me breathless, leaves me with fantasies which should never be voiced. You're coming toward me now, running your hand through your short dark hair, lean body moving with perfect ease as you cross the floor. My heartbeat speeds up even more. I'm remembering the emails we sent each other, you promising to make me feel like no one else ever had, your quiet arrogance about your sexual prowess, the way you managed to get me to tell you my deepest desires. I know the things I told you were wrong, that I shouldn't be telling you what gets me off, or that I find you attractive, but the compulsion persists. I breathe deeply as you reach my desk, casually sitting on the edge, your eyes flicking unashamedly over my breasts in their silk blouse. "Rough day?" you ask, casually ignoring my rapid breathing and the sudden flush that I can feel has coloured my face. "I've had to do a lot more than usual as well." "Oh, come off it," I snort. "I know you're just hanging around so you can get me alone to take advantage of me." I immediately regret this the moment it leaves my lips. Your slow smirk, and the way you look me directly in the eye makes me quiver. I can feel myself getting wet, just thinking about you. I try not to let it show, not to encourage you further. I force myself to think of something else. Of going home to my husband, of cooking him dinner, of watching TV and not having sex for yet another evening. No, my life is not idyllic, but I must remain true to my promises. I smile uncertainly back at you, trying to keep my cool, and start to pack up my belongings to go home. I don't feel safe to stay another minute in this empty office with you. I don't think I'll be able to keep my one man policy unless I leave immediately. I bend to retrieve my handbag from under the desk, and can feel your eyes on my behind as I bend down in my tight pencil skirt. My face starts to burn again. You still haven't said anything after my last flirtation, and I try to relieve the tension by finding something flippant to say. But I'm struck dumb by how much I want you to take advantage of me right now. My mind is flipping through my own personal store of pornography as I pack up and close down my computer. I imagine you sweeping everything off my desk and throwing me onto it, shoving my skirt up past my thighs, popping buttons on my blouse to get access to my breasts, my thighs, my skin, the warmth of me. I imagine your hands running all over me, doing the things you said you would in all of your emails. I imagine the danger of it, that we could be caught at any minute, my legs wound around your back, head thrown back in ecstasy. I imagine you pushing me up against the wall of the office, taking me from behind, with just pure lust, nothing more. I imagine your hands entwining in my hair, pulling my head back as you whisper your deviant mind into my ear. In the real world, my imaginings haven't taken more than a couple of seconds, but now, I find that you've moved ever so slightly closer to me. We've never touched before, with the exception of the occasional accidental contact, which left trails of fire across my skin. Now your thigh, from your seated position on my desk, touches my backside ever so slightly. It seems like an accidental touch, but I know it probably isn't. My skin sings, and I push back against you slightly, partially in an attempt to move you away from me, partially (but not admitted even to myself) to feel the warmth of you through our clothing. In an attempt to regain my composure, I say goodnight, ready to go home. You push yourself off my desk, and to my great dismay, say, "I'm just on my way home too. May I walk you out?" "No!" I want to scream. I need to keep faithful. But I don't, because although I've promised that I'll never love anyone else but my husband, I want to do things with you that I've never done with anyone else. So instead, I nod dumbly, a distinct feeling of the inevitable coming over me. I tell myself that I can resist you, that nothing will happen to me. You are a perfect gentleman, I'm sure. But I also know with absolute certainty that if you decide to take me tonight, I probably won't want to fight. We walk slowly down the corridor together toward the lifts. We pass a couple of high level executives in their offices, busy on late night phone conferences, but they ignore us as they chew their gum and talk shop. My awareness of everything is heightened: the click of my heels on the marble floor, the feel of my skirt rubbing against my legs, the warmth of your skin reaching across the tiny gap between us. Your arm brushes mine because you're walking too close to me, and I flinch, moving to make more space between us. But you move closer to me again, until I am just skimming the wall in my efforts to avoid your touch. You're talking about something, but I can't hear what it is. The blood is rushing to my head, making me feel dizzy. We reach the lifts and you reach out to push the button. You bump me with your left hip, friendly enough, to catch my attention. "You OK?" you say, concern on your face, beautiful green eyes wide. Not really, I think. I want to push you against the wall, be the sexual aggressor. I want to kiss you, make you moan, make you lust for me the way I do for you. But I don't tell you this. Because I'm a good girl. "Yes," I say, "Just tired, that's all". You half smile at me lazily. "If you were mine, you'd be tired all the time." I blush. "You'd never get any sleep," you continue. "But you'd love every sweaty, panting minute of it." I unconsciously catch my lower lip between my teeth, and I see you smile. You know that's my tell for arousal. Because I told you. Even though I shouldn't have. Somehow the knowledge that you know I'm aroused makes me even wetter and hotter. This is wrong, but I like the danger. I wonder how far I can push my luck before it gives out, and I get into trouble. The doors to the lift open and we step inside. I make sure that I stand a respectable distance away from you, as the doors close. I lean a thigh against the bar that runs the perimeter of the lift, and angle my body away from you on purpose. You stand on the opposite side of the lift, hands in your pockets, and regard me. You look me up and down, eyes running appreciatively over my chest. You look at me like a piece of meat. I am nothing to you but the opportunity for sex, and I love that I can be desired by someone like you with such force. I remember the email you sent me describing what you would like to do to me in this lift. I shiver, and look at the floor rather than at you. I can imagine you are probably looking at me right now, trying to catch my eye, a knowing smile on your face. You know that I'm remembering about that email. Suddenly you reach past me to press the Stop button on the lift. Your arm brushes my breast as you reach past me, and I can feel the skin tighten as my nipple hardens. Your touch is delicious, but I'm also frightened. What are you doing? I look up at you, eyes wide. My mouth starts to form the word "what", but never gets any further as you kiss me hard. You've moved silently to press me into the side of the lift, and the pressure of the bar into my hip is uncomfortable. I break the kiss and push you away. This is not acceptable behaviour for a married woman! But you are relentless. No sooner have I pushed you away, when your mouth is back, muffling my cries of "no, stop!" You know its wrong, and so do I. I squirm to get away, to restart the lift and get out of the confines of this steel box, but this seems to excite you more. I try to turn my head away, to avoid your kiss, but you grab my hair in one of your hands, winding it around your fist, and I can no longer resist. As you slip your tongue into my mouth, I give in. It may be wrong, but its happening, and there is nothing I can do about it. Your free hand moves to my breasts, and effortlessly pops some of the buttons on my blouse open. I shudder as I feel the warmth of your hand slip inside my bra, cupping my breast. Your hand massages my breast, moving in slow circles, but its restricted by my clothing. Your tongue and mine intertwine: you taste of mint and coffee. Your mouth is so warm, and I start to relax as your touch becomes more familiar. The bar around the lift is now pressing into my lower back, but I don't mind. Unconsciously, my legs part as my breath starts to get shorter and faster. I can feel your arousal pressing into me, and it fuels my desire. Parting my legs has made my skirt ride up a little higher, and as we continue to kiss, you take your hand from my bra and put it up my skirt. I feel your fingers graze my naked thighs, soft touches which make me grip your shoulders a little tighter. Your hand is still exploring. I suddenly realise that you've taken your hand out of my hair, and my head is no longer pinned. Your fingers push aside my panties, and reach the hot, wet centre of me, and you gasp, taking your mouth from mine as you do. You look deep into my eyes, your own wide with the knowledge that I want you too. And, still looking into my eyes, you use your rough thumb to gently rub my clit. I moan, closing my eyes letting my head fall back. This feels so good. You stop rubbing for a minute, and let your thumb just rest for a minute, feeling my heart beat. The motion of my pulse is arousing me further, and I feel my knees beginning to give. You must feel it too, because you push me into the corner, and lift me slightly so that my bottom is resting on the bar. I wind my legs around your calves to keep my balance, but you push into me so that I'm going nowhere. My skirt is now hiked up to my hips, allowing you easy access to continue your attentions with your hands. You slip a finger into me, making me gasp. You move your finger in a slow circular motion, letting my hypersensitive parts feel absolutely everything you have to offer me. Your thumb continues its slow rubbing, and I suddenly feel a warmth spreading from the centre of me. The friction of your fingers is delicious, and I can feel my muscles start to tighten. Suddenly, without any warning, the pleasure builds to its climax, causing me to cry out loudly with surprise and ecstasy. I give into the pleasure, my moans making you smile, my guilt a distant memory. I'm hardly even aware of you holding me up. What feels like many minutes later, I return to you, and I can see that you are struggling to restrain yourself. Your jaw is clenched, and I can see from the look in your eye that you want to bury yourself in me deeply. I run my hand over the stubble on your jaw, still coming down from my orgasm. You growl at me, frustrated and impatient. Although I haven't completely calmed down yet, and I can still feel my muscles twitching like the ticking of an over heated car engine, I use my legs to urge you closer to me. I move my hands from where they were clasped about your neck, and reach between my legs to open your trousers. The button fly makes this a little more difficult, but together we manage. Then, taking you in hand, I guide you to my lips. I push aside my soaking panties, and leave you to do the rest. You lean forward slightly, nudging into me, and I feel you enter me. You fit me perfectly, if not slightly tightly due to my clenched muscles. A little more leaning, and you are completely inside me, sunk as far as you can go. We both moan at this, and stay absolutely still for a few moments while my muscles adjust to you. Your hot mouth is back on mine again, this time your tongue in my mouth. We still haven't moved from our position in the corner of the lift, and I'm growing impatient for that delicious friction which brought me to such a delicious climax only a couple of minutes before. I wiggle a little closer to you, allowing you a little more access to me. You pull your mouth away from mine, and start to moan deliciously. You move your hips ever so slightly, not drawing out of me, but moving just enough to remind me just where you are and what you are doing to me. The steel of the lift is cold against my back, as we find a rhythm and start to move together. You're doing most of the moving, lifting up onto your toes to push into me, and then rocking back to pull out. Your face is so close to mine, and you are looking right up at me, into my eyes as you slowly fuck me until I almost go out of my mind. I've never had it like this before, and something tells me that your arrogance wasn't so far fetched. Your hot breath is on my neck now, and I can feel goosebumps raising on my arms and chest. My nipples stiffen (what seems impossibly) even further, and I can feel my muscles, which were so ready to receive you, begin to tighten again. You are moving so slowly within me that this moment seems never ending. You start to shudder uncontrollably, and holding my thighs, you drag me forward slightly off the bar, taking some of my weight. You begin to drive yourself into me like a man possessed, green eyes closed now. I can only hold on and enjoy what you're doing to me. You take a deep breath, and emit a deep, and incredibly sexy growl as you let yourself go. The sight of you reaching your final pleasure pushes me over the edge, and I submit to the waves of deep, pulsing, warmth that floods my system. You are still buried deep in me, hands under my thighs, as I cling onto your neck and whisper in your ear, "Oh God, yes..." Working Late I often work late on an evening. I like the fact that it's quiet and there are no distractions. It's a large open plan office but my desk is tucked away in a corner that rarely sees any activity, except me, after about 5.30. Until tonight... Tonight, David is there too. Every woman in the office has thought about David at some point, although many would refuse to admit it. He's older than me by several years. He's confident, almost cocky at times and has the ability to turn women into nervous wrecks just by sitting close to them. I've often laughed at how strong, confident, independent women start giggling like schoolgirls, tilting their heads slightly and curling their hair around their fingers whenever he stops to talk to them. I was pleased to report that until this evening I was not one of those women. I look up from my desk and smile when I catch his gaze. He notices then starts walking over towards me, probably I thought, just to pass some time before he calls it a day. He sits down close to me, maybe a little too close. In fact I'm sure that I noticed him moving a couple of files to one side so that he could edge his chair a little closer still. Instinctively I try to move my chair back but he's already moved his foot behind the leg of the chair, preventing it from budging an inch. I'm a little startled and begin to ask him what he's playing at, presuming that he's simply messing about. But before the words can leave my mouth he raises a finger to my lips. I don't know why but I follow his instruction and stay quiet. I'm not frightened of him but he's making me feel nervous. I can't decide whether I like the feeling. I try to stand up, to break the tension and create some space between us but as I do he stands up too. He's a lot taller than me and I realise from how close he's standing and the way that he's looking at me that he isn't planning on letting me past him. He holds the top of my arms and directs me backwards until I feel the ledge of the windowsill touching the small of my back preventing me from moving any further. He moves closer to me, reaching one hand to rest on my hip whilst the other runs across my shoulder allowing my cardigan to slip loosely around my arms. His fingers are slowly unbuttoning my dress and yet I'm totally frozen, unable it seems to respond. I can hear the faint sound of voices in the office, around the corner but only maybe 5 seconds away if they decided to have a short stroll. His hand is working its' way up my thigh, beyond the length of my skirt and his other hand is grabbing my breasts firmly, playing with my nipples through the thin lace of my bra. I'm desperately trying to bring myself to my senses and put an end to the encounter but his fingers are playing with the lace trim of my panties now and my body doesn't want him to stop. Trying to regain my composure I move my arms to push him away but almost as if he expected it he grabs my arms, forcing my hands back against the windowpane whilst he kisses my neck and shoulders hard. Any half-hearted attempts to back away further only result in me raising myself up onto the window ledge a little. He loosens his grip on my wrists, only enough it seems to test my resistance and when he realises that he isn't faced with any he lets go completely. He moves his fingers beneath my already slightly moist underwear and begins to play with my clit, applying a little more pressure with each stroke. His mouth is kissing my breasts, his tongue teasing my now hard nipples. I'm acutely aware of voices around the corner, they sound a little closer but maybe that's just me. The work car park below my three story high windowsill will be full of people collecting their cars. No one will look up three floors though? My adrenaline is rushing and I can't shift the thought of someone maybe catching us. I can't relax but I'm so excited I know that there's no chance of me going back now. His touch is harder and steadier now and with more purpose. His fingers are inside me and he's stroking methodically, making me push myself towards him, wanting him more. My nails are digging into his back and his arms and I find myself grabbing at his belt and his shirt buttons, needing to touch his skin and to feel him inside of me. I can feel his hard cock, teasing me from beneath his trousers. I'm nervous about people in the car park below and I strain my neck to see if anyone is there, David takes this as a signal to turn me around so that I am facing out of the window. Offices directly opposite, although with windows too dark to make out whether there are people in them and the car park below. I pray that no one looks up but carry on with a wilful disregard of any hesitation that I felt. His hands are covering my breasts for anyone to see and his fingers are still slipped beneath my panties, rubbing at my clit. I reach around and release David's firm cock from his trousers, motioning for him to put himself inside me. He slips my underwear to the floor and thrusts deep inside me from behind. I gasp. I raise one knee to the windowsill so that he can push further into my pussy, steadily getting harder and deeper. He steadies himself with one hand on the windowpane, his other fingers working their magic on my clit. He kisses the nape of my neck and my shoulders firmly and pulls my head backwards by my hair. He whispers into my ear in a firm voice but quietly so that only I can hear him, telling me how it feels to fuck me. I can feel my own wetness and the start of my rise to orgasm. He's fucking me hard and rhythmically stroking my clit with more and more pressure. I can feel myself losing all control, the excitement and adrenaline rushing as my pussy starts to contract hard around his throbbing cock. I can tell he's almost there too as his thrusts become harder and his moans deeper and not as discreet. He can tell that my orgasm is strong and fast as he feels my juices rushing and he stifles my screams of ecstasy with his hand as he comes hard too. After bathing in the aftermath of an amazing orgasm for a few glorious moments reality struck. I realised that my eyes were closed and when I opened them I noticed the reflection of something moving past the window. We both turned to look, only to see a figure disappearing back around the corner. Scrambling to redress ourselves we heard the sound of an engine and looked out of the window to see the final car leaving the car park... Working Late Connie sighed as she felt her stomach grumble and she yawned. It was the programmer's curse. Programmers can never work when they want. The director of investment reviews asked her to make a change in the financial database and naturally, it needed to be done by first thing in the morning, and naturally, he did not tell her about it until almost five PM. She thought she could do it in a few hours, but it was more complicated and it was now after seven and she had not eaten. Connie was 26, a crack computer programmer for Eden Primary Solutions, which designed and maintained a variety of databases and financial packages for investment companies. She had been maintaining the database at Pittman, Trill, and Baker for three years. She knew the people at PTB on a first name basis. And she was well paid. But sometimes, she felt her job robbed her of any chance at a normal social life. She had no boyfriend and was feeling sorry for herself about it lately. She was attractive. Short, at 5'1", but pretty and cute, with a great figure. She was Chinese American, with a beautiful classic Chinese face, long shiny black hair, small breasts but well proportioned for her petite build. She kept in shape, ran in 10k races, and exercised. She looked good in a thin sweater and tight slacks that made the most of her figure. She sighed and strolled out of the office and down the hall to the vending machine area. She got a candy bar and walked back to continue her programming work. She entered Andrew Parker's office, the director who requested her to make the changes, where she had been programming. As soon as she passed through the door, someone grabbed her from behind, clamping one hand over her mouth and another securely around her chest. He was tall and strong and she could not wiggle free. He took his hand off her mouth and she was just inhaling to scream when another person slapped a strip of duct tape over her mouth. The guy who grabbed her pulled her hands behind her back. Another strip of tape went over her eyes and then someone punched her hard in the solar plexus, doubling her over. They sat her in the office chair and while she was trying to regain her breath, they held her hands behind the chair back and tied them together and to the center beam of the chair's back support. Her feet were tied to the base of the chair. She could hear guys talking. "We got a cute one this time. She's hot." "Better than that last one. She was almost too ugly to fuck." Connie cringed. There had been a woman raped in this building a few weeks ago. They had not caught anyone, but the woman said it was two guys. "Before we get started, get on the internet and let's get a little mood music." Connie felt sick now. The reports said the guys who raped the other woman used internet music while they raped her. She heard tapping at the computer. The chair she was in was pushed back away from the desk that had the computer she was using to program. One of them knelt in front of her and rested his arms on her thighs. "What was that web-site that had the heavy metal?" "www dot ground glass dot com," said the guy leaning on her lap. More tapping on the keyboard. The guy on her lap shifted and started to run his hands up and down her thighs. She tried to close her legs but her feet were tied such that she could not. "Shit, man, look what I found," said the guy at the computer, whom Connie started to think of as guy #1. Guy #2, who as feeling her up, rose and went over to see. They talked for maybe ten minutes, tapping at the keyboard, laughing about some porn pictures. Guy# 2 came back to Connie. "He's gonna be busy with a porno video game, so you and me are gonna get better acquainted." He picked up where he had left off, rubbing her thighs, working his hands up to her crotch, tickling her pubic mound, then rubbing back down. Then he slid his hands up the outside of her thighs, squeezing her buns and continuing up her sides. The slid over to her breasts and began to work them over. Then, without warning, they grabbed the neck of her sweater and pulled violently down, ripping it down the front. He continued pulling on the sweater until he had ripped it off of her, except for the sleeves. She was wearing only her Victoria Secrets bra, a chartreuse color with fancy lace patterns. He reached around behind her back and unclasped the bra. He ripped the straps off and threw the bra aside. There was a pause while he apparently admired her breasts, which were heaving from fear. "What's the matter, China girl?" he said, stroking her hair back over her shoulders. "You think I'm not gonna like your little titties? Well, I like 'em just fine." He stroked her breasts, pushing up on them from below, his thumbs massaging her nipples, which were now hard and erect. "Let's see what else you got." Guy #2 untied the part of the rope tying her right foot to the chair and extended her right leg straight out. He retied her foot to another chair. He repeated this with her other foot. Now her legs were straight out, like she was relaxing with her feet up on another chair. This allowed the guy to loosen her belt, unfasten and unzip her pants and pull them slowly down from her hips, past her knees and around her ankles. He stroked her naked thighs as he moved his hands back up to clasp the waistline of her lace panties. He pulled them down slowly, enjoying the view of her dark bush as it emerged from behind the chartreuse material. Once she was exposed from head to ankle, he again untied one foot. She wanted to use the opportunity to kick him or something, but he was too smart. He kept her tied leg between him and her free leg. He shoved her pants and panties off her untied leg. Then he gripped it and lifted it until her shin pressed against her shoulder. He held it there and tied the rope that was still tied to her ankle to the center back of the chair. He did the same with her other leg and she found herself with her legs spread and her most private parts exposed to this fucking stranger. She fumed and was terrified at the same time. Guy #1 was still going at it on the computer. "Hey, shit-head," guy #2 said to him. "When you going to quit dickin' around with that shit and come get the real thing?" "Soon, soon. You take her first. I'll be right there." "Whatever. Okay, baby doll, it's just you and me. What you want first?" He knelt at the edge of the chair and ran his fingers through the soft hair around her pussy. "Mmmm, that's a nice pussy you got, China doll." He pulled the lips apart and ran his tongue up the middle of it, pausing to circle her clit. It hardened quickly with the stimulation. "You're a fuckin' slut, you know that?" he said. "I bet I'll have you comin' in no time." He continued to eat at her pussy, licking, poking his fingers up into her, massaging her g-spot. Connie gritted her teeth. No man had ever been this intimate with her in this way. They had gotten her in the sack and their dicks had poked into her pussy, but they had never spent time making sure she was satisfied. She had fantasized about having a man lick her to ecstasy, but not like this. But his tongue seemed to know what it was doing, and her cunt was responding the only way it knew how. She felt herself getting wet. Suddenly, the guy stuck his index finger up her ass hole, which was exposed as well by her legs over her shoulders posture. His tongue continued to work her clit and pussy lips, and then his free hand stroked her breasts. They were thrust between her thighs. He did not rub them but let his fingers barely touch her skin, grazing her nipples and then stroking the insides of her thighs. Connie could not stop the growing sensations resulting from this situation. The spasms began to twitch her stomach muscles. Her hips tried to buck, but they could not, so they wiggled side to side, trying to express the growing climax. Finally, she could not hold it back and the waves of pleasure rippled up and down her taut muscles like music from a harp. Her voice emitted muffled moans and Guy #2 started to chuckle. "Now that was nice. And you're all slick for the real thing." The licking and stroking stopped and Guy # 2 stood. Connie was still shaking from her orgasm. Then she felt the tip of his cock at the entrance to her cunt. Next second it thrust hard and fast into her exposed pussy. His chest pressed against her tits between her legs and his cock pushed deep into her. It was long and thick, hurting her when he got it all the way in. But the pressure was only a little painful while the sensations it created as it slid back out and then pushed hard back in were pleasant and were making her hot again. His hands reached around and gripped her wrists as he pulled on them to give him more thrusting power. The gag and the tape over her eyes deprived her of any sensations except the warm, thick rod pulsating deep into her pleasure channel and the sound of the slurping suction as her tight pussy was stretched to the limit around the thrusting rod. Her erect nipples were being pushed forward and back by his hairy chest and her clit was getting the same treatment from his stomach. His grunts and the smell of his sweat was the only other sensation. She felt her orgasm rising as the guy rose to climax with her. They came together, guy #2 holding his cock in her as far as it would go, his hips shaking as he splashed cum deep in her cunt and he groaned with pleasure. She was murmuring through the gag and her legs and arms were flexing, trying to move with the churning in her guts. "Hhhhowwwoa, that was fucking tight," guy #2 said as he slid his cock out of her slippery cunt. "You gotta get over her and get you some." Guy #1 did not respond. Connie felt a tug at the tape on her mouth. "I'm going to take this off so you can clean me off proper. You scream and I'll cut your throat, okay, China?" Connie nodded. He ripped the tape off and it stung her lips and cheeks. He placed his knees on the chair next to her hips and she felt his hot, wet cock against her face. "Open wide and clean me off, slut," he said. She knew she could not refuse, so she opened her mouth and he put his flaccid cock tip in her mouth. She had to suck on it to get it in her mouth and she licked it clean. He pulled it out and moved off her chair, pulling up his pants, and groaning with satisfaction. The tapping on the computer stopped and guy #1 came over. "She's all yours," guy #2 said. "You win?" Guy #1 said, "I got through the first two levels. I paused it so you could finish it." "Okay, I'll give it a go. Have fun with Miss China slut." Guy #1 gave Connie's taut body a once over with his hands. He mauled her breasts, pushing them all directions and squeezing them painfully. He tickled the soles of her feet. She could not help but giggle at the tickling. He kept it up until she was feeling exhausted. Finally, he tired of that and dropped his pants. Without a word, he mounted the chair and next thing Connie knew, she had another cock in her mouth. This one tasted vile, full of salty sweat and b.o. And it was really big. She opened as wide as she could and he was trying to force it down her throat. It was not yet completely hard yet, so he just pumped it in and out and she tried to lick it as she supposed he would want it. Soon he was rock hard and he put his weight on it and forced the end into her throat. She could hardly breath, but he pumped it up and down fast. Before long, he pulled out and slipped off the chair. Next she felt pressure on her ass hole and cried, "No, please, don't." Her face stung as he slapped her hard on the cheek. "You want to beg, beg for it. Beg me to fuck your ass raw." Connie resisted this, but it only won her another two hard slaps. Her jaw ached and she did not want to be hit again, so she said, "Please. ... Fuck me ... in the ass." "How do you want that, bitch? Tell me you want it hard." "Fuck me hard," she whimpered. "Okay," he said and pushed on his cock, holding it by the shaft and slowly forcing it into her narrow ass. She wanted to cry out but knew he would get mad, so she moaned but kept it down. "Oh, that's tight. Here comes the hard-on express." He began to pull his cock halfway out and then he slammed it in to the hilt. Connie moaned and it hurt so badly, she almost passed out. He gripped her ankles and pumped her ass again and again. He did not last long and came, spurting cum into her ass. Connie gasped and dared to hope that the ordeal was over, they were both spent and would leave soon, she prayed. "Game over, man," Guy #2 said as he returned to Connie and Guy #1, who sounded like he was pulling up he pants. "You want any seconds," Guy #1 said. "Not just yet," Guy #2 said. "I want ta show ya another site, but first let's make sure our little slut doesn't feel neglected. No, please, no, Connie was thinking. A piece of tape was pulled out and torn off and put over her mouth. Then they untied her feet from the chair back and retied them together at the ankles and knees. Thus secured, they untied her hands from the chair, while keeping them bound together. "Her tits are so lovely, they need to be recorded for, like posterior," #2 said as they dragged her toward the copy machine. "That's posterity, dofus," #1 corrected. "Whatever. Open the copy machine." They raised the lid and then pulled Connie so her breasts pressed against the cool glass. They pressed the copy button, but the machine had to warm up. While they waited, they pulled pencils from a supply cabinet and one by one, they pushed them into Connie's ass. The first three were just uncomfortable, but with the fourth, it started to hurt. Her anus was already tender from the reaming it got a few minutes earlier. They got three more in before the copy machine was ready. Connie was gritting her teeth against the pain in her ass. Then she heard the machine whir beneath her and through the tape she could see the light flash by. The machine rocked slightly to one side as the mechanism shifted back to ready position. They laughed at the picture of Connie's tits mashed on the glass like two fried eggs. Then # 1 had an inspiration. He pulled Connie from the machine and hit the copy button again. The copy machine was top heavy and it was on a narrow base, so as it copied, it rocked back and forth almost an inch. Guy #2 did not seem to find that too interesting, but #1 said he'd show him. They laid Connie face up on a desk that was next to the copy machine, shoving some files and papers to the floor as they did. The pencils were still in her ass and they stuck down along the edge of the desk, with her legs bending down to the floor. Connie was very uncomfortable, with her wrists pushing up into her ribs and her ass hurting like blazes. Guy #1 told #2 to go find a mop or broom handle. While he rummaged through the closets, #1 took some string he found somewhere and tied the ends around Connie's nipples, pulling them good and tight, making Connie wince. He extended the strings and tied them to the edge of the copy machine. He tied some more string to the pencils and tied them to the copier. Then he made a slip knot and put it around her neck and pulled it tight and tied it to a pole at the other end of the desk. It was so tight she was afraid if she moved at all toward the copier, she would start to suffocate. As it was, it cut into her neck and smarted. Then the other guy came back with a broom. Guy #1 put a condom on the end of the pole and lubricated it with some hand cream that was on someone's desk. Then he pressed it to Connie's cunt and slowly twisted and pushed it in. Connie groaned with frustration at this new violation. It did not hurt much but it was not comfortable. The broom extended to the copy machine and they taped it to the side of the machine. Then they made sure it had lots of paper in the bins and set it to copy a thousand times, with the picture of her tits on the glass. They pulled off the bin that was supposed to catch the paper, so it just dropped to the floor. As the machine spewed out copies of her tits, it rocked back and forth. Each time it did, the string tugged on her tits and the pencils wiggled in her ass, and the broom handles shifted back and forth in her cunt. Tears flowed out of Connie's eyes, she was so frustrated and uncomfortable and embarrassed and angry. They just laughed and slapped each other high fives and went back to play their computer games. Or that's what Connie assumed. She had not gotten a good look at them before they put the tape over her eyes. She thought at first that their voices sounded familiar, but she couldn't think of anyone who would do anything this crude. Plus they did not seem very educated, probably janitors or guys who worked some data entry job in the building. She was right about two things. She had heard the voice before and the guys did work in the building, however, they earned six digit salaries and had degrees from Harvard. One was the guy who asked her to come in and do the programming. He did not really need her to change the program but he did need her password. Once she was in and programming, he and his partner could make important changes to the end of the quarter transactions. This they had been doing while they were pretending to be playing computer games on the internet. They had set the program to transfer large amounts of cash to their private bank accounts in Switzerland. They had plane tickets to Brazil and their bags packed and stored in their car. All they needed now was to let midnight arrive and check to make sure the transactions had gone through. Then they would head for the airport and a few hours later would be set up for life. In the meantime, they had a few other things they wanted to change. So they left Connie to rock with the copy machine. She tried to hold still and ignore the sensations of pain and the stimulation in her ass and cunt. It was certainly not pleasant nor anything she would fantasize about, but she could not prevent the situation from starting her toward another orgasm. Since they did not seem to be watching her (although she did not know that they had set up a video camera that had been recording her entire rape, which they intended to enjoy in Rio) she decided she would have to just relax and not try to fight the feelings. They built steadily over several minutes, beginning as small tremblings in her stomach and growing in fits and stabs outward, through her hips, down her thighs and up her back. Her natural inclination to move to enhance the feeling only brought her more pain, since if she moved her head, she tightened the string on her neck or if she tried to move away from the copy machine, to relieve the pain in her neck, it tightened the nooses on her nipples. Her hips moving only wiggled the broom and pencils more inside her. But it was a runaway train and soon she was falling over the edge. It felt like she was tied to a log and going over a waterfall. The waterworks began in her pussy, lubing the broom. Her hips shimmied and that just intensified the stimulation inside her and she jerked at the strings and groaned and moaned. As the first wave subsided, she relaxed, but then the painful aspects of the bondage began to make her uncomfortable again, and she felt the roller coaster ride begin again. She built to another orgasm, praying the damn machine would run out of paper, but it kept cranking it out. She tried to scream through her gag, but it was more of a whine, as tears squeezed out of her scrunched up face. Her body shuddered up and down on the desk. She prayed for relief. The paper lasted long enough for one more orgasm, after which she was exhausted. The machine stopped moving, but the strings were still tugging at her neck and nipples and her ass and cunt were still stuffed full of wood. She lay there another fifteen minutes before they guys (guy #1 was named Randy and guy #2 was Paul) finished their handiwork. They had set things up to put some money into Connie's account to look like it was Connie attempting to embezzle money. They had been on the internet and used some of the money to buy a plane ticket to Singapore. They wanted it to distract attention from the more subtle shifts of money into their accounts, giving them more time to launder it. The plan was to make it look like Connie was using the excuse of programming to embezzle money but was caught and raped before she could finish it. Working Late They still had another hour before midnight. They returned and enjoyed the sight of Connie's small, lithe form stretched out on the desk. For weeks before, they had admired her whenever she came in to help get certain programs running when they crashed. They had talked about all the ways they'd like to take her. Now they had an hour to do a few more of those ways. "Enjoying ourselves are we?" Randy said. He tugged on the strings going to her tits. Connie groaned. Her nipples were very sensitive. "Sounded like it," Paul said and gave the broom a jerk into her cunt. "Well, we're back to give you some more of our magic," Randy said as he cut the strings binding her neck, tits, and the pencils in her ass. Paul helped remove the broom and then took out the pencils. They rolled her off the table and lay her on the floor on her side. She was just grateful to have relief from the torture of the past hour. Randy untied her knees and ankles while Paul held her legs to make sure she did not kick. When her legs were free, they spread them out and laid the broom stick on top and taped it to her ankles so her legs were forced apart. Then Randy took off his shirt, lay on his back, and opened his pants and let his erect cock stand ready. Paul picked up Connie by the shoulders and dragged her over to Randy. If her eyes weren't taped, she would have been staring into his face as he maneuvered his cock to her moist, hot cunt. When he was in position, he nodded and Paul let her weight push herself down on Randy's cock. She moaned. After the hard broom stick, his cock felt good, hot and filling. Her hands were still tied behind her back and her naked tits lay on Randy's chest. He started rocking his hips, his cock gliding smoothly the length of her tiny snatch, filling her and massaging the insides of her pussy with his thick cock. Just as she was starting to accept that she was to be raped again and to be prepared to enjoy what she could of it, she felt Paul's body descend to cover her naked back side. She felt his cock probing for the opening of her asshole. She tried to cry out "Noooo!!" but all that came out was "OOOOOOOOAAAAAaa". Then Paul found the sweet spot and let his weight push his cock into her loosened ass. It hurt and she felt his long tool deep inside her bowels. The pain in her ass coupled with her sensitized nipples rubbing on Randy's chest and Randy's cock gliding through her love canal, started her toward another gut-wrenching orgasm. "Here comes our little China slut. She just loves our big cocks in her dirty little holes." Randy was keeping up a steady stream of this talk, making it hard for her to enjoy anything. Paul was grunting and saying, "Come on, bitch. Take my cock up your ass. Yeah!" They took turns being the aggressive one, so that they both prolonged the experience for themselves and for Connie. She came hard after about five minutes. Now she could move more and she rocked her hips and ground her tits into Randy's chest. She grunted and moaned into the tape and shook her head as the spasms shot up her spine. Paul rubbed her skin, now slick with sweat, reaching around and cupping his hands around her dainty breasts. He squeezed the sides and tweaked the nipples. Randy reached around and dug his strong fingers into her ass cheeks. She grew tired of resistance. She gave in. She just let herself feel their forceful penetrations, their grabbing and let the feelings come. Randy sensed the change and reached up and pulled the tape off her mouth. She recoiled at the sting, but then Paul pushed her face toward Randy and Randy pressed his mouth to hers and forced his tongue in her mouth. She opened her mouth and let him roll his hot tongue around in her mouth. Another orgasm came and she shuddered with the pleasure. Maybe this was rape, but she was now experiencing something ecstatic. Paul and Randy exchanged a glance and nodded. They started to increase their thrusting at the same time, driving themselves toward climax as Connie moaned and strained at the bonds on her arms, moaning, "Yess, AhhhhaAahaa! MMMmmghghghgaaahahgh! Oh God!!!!" Soon Paul and Randy were at the edge and they came at the same time, pulsing their hot semen deep into Connie' body. She felt the warmth and it made her buck more with another wave of orgasm. They lay together, moaning, groaning, sweating, and feeling the afterglow. Paul pulled out first and pulled her up and dragged her a few feet to a support pole next to a desk. He leaned her so her back was along the pole and wrapped a length of tape around her neck, attaching it to the pole. Then he came around front and put his flaccid cock at her mouth. "Clean it off, bitch." Connie's nose crinkled in disgust at the smell of shit and cum mingled. She clamped her mouth shut and tried to twist her head away. Paul stepped back slightly and swung a hard slap across her left check. "I said, clean me off!" She still refused, so he slapped her other check. She started to cry, but he kept yelling at her and slapping her until she said, "Okay, you bastard!" and she opened her mouth. Paul smiled and reached down and pushed his cock into her mouth. She gagged on the taste and smell, but he threatened to hit her again, so she tried to work up some mucus and started licking and sucking at the cock. As she did, it began to enlarge. She did not want him to get hard again, but she couldn't help it. Soon, he was rock hard again and he began to pump her face. Randy came over and interrupted the suck-fest and had her clean the cum off his cock as well. It too got hard. Then Paul pushed his cock back into her mouth and she sucked it while he pumped her immobile head. Randy then took a turn and they went back and forth this way until Paul started to groan and his cock twitched, about to spurt. "Swallow it, bitch, or we'll beat the shit out of you before we leave!" Connie hated to but as the cum started pumping into her mouth, she started swallowing the nasty stuff. Fortunately, it was Paul's third time, so not all that much came out. She licked it clean and then Randy pushed his cock back in. He shifted her head and drove the cock down the back of her throat. Her cries of pain were muffled and he started pumping her without ever letting his cock back out of her throat. She started to suffocate and felt light headed. Before she passed out, however, he came. He pulled back and let the load splash full into her face. Once it was out, he had her suck his cock clean and left the rest on her face. He and Paul looked at the clock and saw it was almost midnight. They pulled up their pants and started gathering their supplies. They left Connie taped to the pole and monitored the transactions that automatically happened at the midnight hour at the end of the quarter. Satisfied that everything had gone as planned, they returned to Connie. "I think we've given her enough pleasure for tonight," Paul said. Connie relaxed a little and hoped they'd untie her and leave. "But there's no reason to be selfish. I think we should share our little China doll, don't you?" They removed the tape from her neck, reapplied a strip to her mouth, and put her back on the office chair they had her in before. They tied her hands again behind the seat and lifted her legs, still attached to the broom, back up over her shoulders and tied it down. Connie heard them rummage through a desk drawer. Then she felt hands on the bottom of her thighs and something sharp pressing against them. They were writing on her skin, "fuck me hard," with arrows pointing to her ass and cunt. Then they wrote on her forehead, "here too," and pointed to her mouth. They pulled the tape off and stuffed her panties in her mouth and reapplied the tape. Connie started to cry as she felt them pushing the chair with her tied to it through the office. She heard a tapping sound and soon the elevator bell rang cheerily. The doors opened and they pushed her in and turned her around to face the door. Then the pushed all the buttons above their floor and stepped back out of the elevator. "Hope you find someone who can love you as much as we did," Randy said smugly as the elevator doors closed. Paul turned off the video camera and stuffed it in his bag. They then took the stairs down and out on their way to Brazil. Connie struggled hard to get out of the ropes. She felt the elevator rise and stop. She heard the doors open and she waited, struggling to get something loose. She could not and then the doors closed and the elevator went up another floor. The suspense got greater and greater. She knew she was there late and there would not be many people about, but sooner or later someone would find her. She was embarrassed to think it might be someone she knew. She serviced other computer systems in the building. Floor after floor arrived and the doors opened and then closed. Finally, the elevator made it apparently to the top floor, as she counted fifty stops, which would make it the seventy-fifth floor. Then the elevator doors closed and the elevator did not move. She struggled but the ropes were too well tied. She cried and tried to push the panties out of her mouth with her tongue, but she could not. She was sweating and crying with frustration. Then, she gave a startled grunt as the elevator started down. She knew it was responding to a request by someone on another floor, probably someone working late like her and heading for home. They would call security and her nightmare would be over. The elevator slowed and stopped and he doors opened. Connie held her breath and waited. Her heart sank as she heard male voices saying, "What the fuck?" "Look at that!" "'Fuck me hard.' Sounds good to me." "Is anyone else in there?" "No one's coming. Let's take her to the mail room." She wanted to scream as they pushed her chair down a hall and into a room. She heard the light switch on and the door close and lock. Tears formed on her cheek. Hands roamed up and down her body. "Looks like the Trinity Tower rapist has struck again," one of the guys said. Connie guessed there were at least four of them. "So what's another fuck going to mean to her," another said. She heard pants buckles jingling and zippers coming down and keys chink as pants hit the floor. "Let's see, they've left us instructions," a guy said and poked at Connie's cunt and then her ass hole. "I think I'll try this first," he continued and tweaked her clit. A cock fumbled around her cunt opening. "She's nice and sloppy wet. Should be smooth sailing," he added as he started the third rape of Connie. The others stood close by and she felt hands pinching her nipples. The cock in her cunt was not so big as the first two, but it was just as humiliating to have it enjoying her private place. It pumped harder and faster as the guy got close. Finally, he came and she felt more come fill her cunt. His cock slipped out before he shot his whole wad and cum splattered hot across her stomach and tits. The next guy leaned the chair back against a waste basket so her head was only a few feet off the ground. He pulled the panties out of her mouth and pushed his cock into her mouth, saying, "Better not bite, or we'll push you down an elevator shaft, cunt face." She had to accept his smelly cock and she sucked on it and licked it as he pumped it in and out. He did not try to force it deep down, but he made her work and her mouth was already tired out from before. Now he was coming and she did not want that stuff in her mouth, but in it shot. Part of it filled her mouth and more shot over her face. Before she could spit any out, the tape gag was placed back over her mouth. She had no alternative but to swallow the bitter load of cum. The other guys applauded and they lifted her chair back up. The third guy wanted to get her ass, so that was what she had to endure next. While another hard cock was violating her ass, she heard the guys talking about one of them going out and getting something. She was at the end of her rope and yet she could do nothing but take this cock up he ass. If the guy would have just fucked her, she would liked it better than what he was doing. He had his thumb on her clit and was pressing hard on it and moving his thumb from side to side. Another hand was doing the same to one of her nipples. In her weakened state, is was not long before she felt herself verging on another orgasm. This one proved to be very powerful. Sensing she was about to come, her rapist pulled the tape gag back off. She could not help crying out as the pleasure rolled up her chest and back. The guys enjoyed that, calling her a slut and worse. A fourth guy decided to fuck her tits. He lay his hard cock between her delicate beauties and pushed her thighs together, forcing the soft contours of her breasts around his cock. He began to pump his hips and the cock slid between her sensitive breasts. While he was doing this, someone poured something along her cunt to clean off the cum that was on it. Then mouth pressed against he pussy lips and began to suck and lick. This pushed her over the edge and she rocked and rolled again. The cock between her breasts exploded with jet after jet of hot cum that struck her neck and splashed on her face and chest. That was the last of them. As he was finishing, a guy came back, claiming he had some goodies. There were some inspections, some slapping of backs and high fives, but she could not tell what they had. They laughed and pushed her back to another elevator, this one a freight elevator. They got in and took it up some floors. She could not tell how many. They pushed her out and the place smelled dusty and not used much. They laughed and started opening some packages. There was talk of batteries and jokes about the Eveready bunny. Then she felt something cool and smooth pushing against her pussy. It forced its way in and felt like a dildo. Then it started vibrating. Another was pushed into her ass and a third was set into her mouth and held there with tape. Tape was applied to the other ones as well. Finally, something was taped to her nipples and they too started to vibrate. They laughed at her as she squirmed, the vibrating devices were already starting her toward another climax. She cursed them to herself as they left her alone in the dark, stuffed with vibrators and no one apparently to find her for some time. In fact, she waited almost twenty four hours before someone came to deliver something to the office that was currently being refurbished for a new client. By that time, the batteries in the vibrators had gone dead, but not before they put her in a state of nearly non-stop orgasms. She was exhausted, thirsty, hungry, and sore as the security guards who were called in untied her. They called for medical help and soon she was in an ambulance getting taken to the emergency room. Things were very strange for a while after that. Some detectives questioned her and at first they talked about her rape, but then they started asking about bank accounts and plane tickets and she was confused. She denied that she had been doing anything illegal but the evidence pointed to her embezzlement scheme being foiled by the office rapist. The initial rapists did not leave any clues about their identity, but the second group had not been so careful. They traced the purchase of the vibrators to a nearby adult bookstore and used security film to identify the guys leaving the building. They got semen samples and the guys all went to prison, where they learned from direct experience what it feels like to have a large cock up the ass. Eventually, the embezzlement of Randy and Paul was uncovered. They also worked out the timing of the transactions and realized that Connie was already being raped by the time her plane ticket was purchased. Plus they found no evidence in her home that she was planning on leaving the country. She didn't even have a visa. Initial charges against her were dropped and she was reinstated in her company. Once it was all over, Connie had to allow, secretly, of course, that it had been the most erotic experience of her life. She found that bondage was a turn-on and started cruising the internet, looking for someone who would dominate her. Working Late Month end is a busy time for me and I find myself looking at the clock. "Shit." I say out loud as I realize it is already 7:00. I call you and let you know I am swamped and will be late, and that probably won't be leaving for a few more hours. You of course tell me no worries, and that you'll see me later. It's 10:00 by the time I make a decent dent in the piles of paperwork on my desk, and I decide everything else can wait until the morning. I grab my purse and lock up my office. Everyone else has gone home and it is a little nerve racking walking down the barely lit halls. Although I have worked late many times before and nothing has ever happened, I always have an uneasy feeling being the only person in the building. I take the stairs down to the parking garage and begin to walk to my car. Halfway there I hear the sound of footsteps behind me. I glance back nervously as my car is the only one in the garage, and see a man with a black ski mask walking quickly towards me. I turn around and start to run towards my car (as quickly as my 3 inch heels will allow). I hit the button to unlock the doors and reach for the door handle just as I feel him behind me. I open my mouth to scream just as his hand covers it and pulls me back towards his body. His other arm goes around my waist pinning my arms underneath his. I struggle against him trying to break free, when he tightens his hold. "If you do exactly what I say, you won't get hurt." I struggle again and he says a little more forcefully, "Do you want me to hurt you lady?" I shake my head no. "Good, because I don't want to hurt you, but you do have something I want." He presses his hips against my body and I can feel his erection. I start to panic and shake my head no. "Oh yeah" he says "I bet you have a very nice pussy, don't you and I am going to tear it up. If you do exactly what I say, you won't get hurt. Look around lady, no one is here to rescue you so just let me fuck that pussy of yours and then I'll be gone and you can go home. Now, I am going to take my hand off your mouth and you had better not scream, got it?" I nod my head yes, and he slowly removes his hand from my mouth, and then moves my hair away from my neck, kissing my neck. "That's a good girl. Now I am going to put you hands on the hood of your car, don't you dare remove them." With my palms on the car, he grabs my breasts, squeezing them hard through my blouse. He pulls my blouse from my skirt and slides his hands underneath the fabric, pulling my bra down so my breasts rest above the cups. His rough fingers circle my nipples, and they betray me and harden. I hold back a moan, disgusted at myself for becoming aroused in this situation. He rolls them within his fingers and pulls on them, which causes my pussy to become wet. He lifts my skirt up and tears off my thong, bringing it up to his nose. "Damn lady, your pussy smells heavenly and what's this you're wet for me. You want me to fuck you, don't you?" "No" I whisper. "That's not what your pussy is saying." I hear him unzip his pants and he pulls them down past his hips. "Please don't" I plead as he puts his cock at my entrance. He thrusts his cock in and I gasp, his hands grab my hips as he slams himself in and out of me. He lowers my body a little and drives his cock in deeper. My body betrays me as I start to push my ass back to meet his thrusts. "Oh yeah, you like my cock don't you. Well, my cock likes your tight little pussy." He spreads my legs a little wider as he pushes in deeper. His hard trusts move me against the car and pretty soon he has my ass bent over it, while he pounds my pussy. I feel his cock get larger as he begins to groan, "Fuck yeah, take it all." He lets his load out with one final thrust and I feel his hot cum fill me. He keeps pumping his cock into me emptying his heavy balls. He slides himself out and pulls me up by my hair. "Now, you're going to lick the juices from my cock. Get on your knees." I lower to my knees as he shoves his wet cock in my face. "Clean my cock." I run my tongue along the underside of his cock and taste his and my juices. I swirl my tongue around the head of his cock, as he lets his head fall back. I run my tongue down the thick vein and then lick the sides. "Don't forget my balls" he groans. I run my tongue under his heavy balls before taking them in my mouth and sucking on them. "That's a good girl. See, that wasn't such a bad thing. Now I am going to leave and you can go home. Who knows maybe we'll meet again someday." I fall back and rest my ass on my heels, as I watch him walk away. I get up, open my car door and sit down on the leather seat. Taking a deep breath I start the car and drive home. You are sitting on the couch as I walk through the door. You get up and walk over to me. I look up at you and smile, "That was so fucking hot baby!" I say before grabbing your head and pulling you down for a kiss. Working Late You end up working late at a clients. It's well past 6:00 in the evening. You thought you'd be done and home by 4. No luck. The only consolation is the boss of the company you're auditing, Andrew is still in the office and you find him very attractive. He's tall, with dark hair and a goatee. You found your thoughts wandering all day thinking about the things you and he could do. He's been nothing but professional all day so you stop thinking about it. But, damn, you cant stop thinking about him. Today you decided to dress a little casual. You're wearing a very pretty floral summer dress that comes to just above your knee. At first you thought you were to casual but all the others in the office were casually dressed themselves. Except, Andrew. When you introduced yourself to him in the morning he was wearing a suit jacket with a blue dress shirt and tie. You felt awkward for your casual attire but he puts you right at ease and tells you forget about it. "I was expecting some old frumpy lady to come and audit. You are indeed a nice surprise," he tells you. You slightly blush and say thank you. As he shows you to where you'll be working he guides you by placing his hand on your lower back. You instantly feel a surge of adrenaline. Right away you can tell he can be very gentle or very rough. Either way is fine with you, you think. As you reach your work area, Andrew tells you, "Everything is set up for you that you'll need, Carolyn. If there's something you need or want that isn't here please feel free to ask and someone will get it for you." You reply with a simple thanks. His hand slowly slides down your back and briefly, subtly stops on your bottom. Your eyes meet and you can see the hunger in his deep dark eyes. Your stomach turns in that weird exciting way. Oh well you think. Might as well get to work. As the day drags on you see Andrew walking around the office. You can tell by the way he carries himself that he is self assured and confident, yet not overbearing or demanding. Your thought wander. Suddenly, you hear, "Carolyn!" You turn to see Andrew standing next to your desk. "I'm sorry, I didn't see you come over," you say. "Listen, Carolyn," Andrew says. "We have a problem. I'm going to need you to stay late tonight to finish this audit. Tomorrow will be no good." "Oh not a problem," you say. "I should be done by early afternoon." "Great, thanks," says Andrew. The day drags on. Your thoughts keep wandering back to Andrew. God, you think. He really is cute. You feel yourself becoming aroused again. "Damn it" you mumble. "Is there a problem?" Andrew asks. He is standing behind you. You never heard him approach. Wow, you catch a whiff of his cologne and feel butterflies in your stomach. He does smell great. "Oh, I'm sorry, Andrew. I think I may have made a mistake. I'm going to have to go back over and check my work again." You sense Andrew becoming a little angry. "You said you'd be done by this afternoon. I'm unable to have you come back tomorrow. You'll have to stay until this is finished. I checked with your boss and he says to call him if there is a problem." You apologize profusely. He puts his hands on your shoulder and gently but firmly starts rubbing your neck. As he does he tells you, "It's alright, I had no plans tonight anyway. I'll stay until you finish." The chair you"re sitting in has a low back. You feel something against the back of your neck. Then you realize. It's Andrew's hardness you feel through his pants. He leaves you with a firm squeeze on your shoulders and walks away. You go back to working. For the past 2 hours you've been concentrating on your work that you didn't realize everyone else has gone home. It's 5:30 now and you still have at least another hour or so to go. Finally, you finish. It's now 7:00. The whole office is dark except for the light in Andrews office. You collect your things and head to his office. "I've finally finished." You say. "Finally!" Andrew says exasperated. "It sure took you a long time, Carolyn. I have to say I'm not to impressed with your work. You don't seem to know how to manage your time properly." You lower your head. "I'm sorry if I've caused you any inconvenience," you say softly. "I'm afraid that wont be enough." Andrew says sternly. He gets up from his desk and walks around towards you. He is standing in front of you now. Your eyes meet but you can sense his anger. His hand starts to caress your hair, then without warning he grabs the back of your hair and firmly gives a tug. Not hard but enough to get your attention. With his other hand he slides it under your dress. Up the outer part of your right thigh. "You are going to pay for making me stay late tonight young lady." He whispers in your ear, softly but firmly. He removes his hand from under your dress and gives you bottom a good hard smack. You let out a yelp but don't try to fight him off. He releases your hair and stands behind you. He bends you over his desk and holds you in place by the back of your neck. He's not squeezing but he definitely has you pinned. You breath becomes a pant. Your knees get weak. Suddenly you feel a cool breeze on your backside. He's lifted the back of your dress exposing your pink thong. "Tonight you're going to get what you deserve, you little slut." Suddenly he begins to spank you hard and fast. You can't move as he is still holding you down by your neck. He rips your thong off with one quick strong yank. He shoves it in your mouth, and continues to spank you. Suddenly he stops, but you can hear his belt buckle loosening and hear it slide out of his pants. Without warning you hear a whistling through the air and feel the sharp stinging bite of his belt on your soft, tender bottom. Again and again he whips you ass and occasionally the back of your thighs. This goes on for several minute. You ask him to please stop but he doesn't listen to you. Andrew drops the belt and takes two fingers and slides them into you. You're embarrassed by how wet you are. "You like this don't you slut?" "YES!" you cry out,. Unable to control yourself any longer. You hear his zipper slide down and without warning slides his whole hardness into you and starts thrusting feverishly. His thrusts are lifting your feet off the floor. He grabs you by your arms and pulls them back. You are completely helpless to his assault, but you don't care. Your own climax is quickly building. As Andrew senses it he lets go of your arms. You begin to thrust back urgently begging for release. Soon it comes in a guttural exclamation from both of you. Together you've achieved the most intense orgasm either of you have felt in a long time. As you both compose yourselves. Andrew asks you if you'd like to have dinner. "Only if dessert at your place is included." You say teasingly. Working Late Whether it was because some members of our team had finally finished their parts or because they just couldn't stay any later, we soon found ourselves alone in the conference room. It wasn't unusual. You knew I was a night owl and had actually started habitually drinking coffee in the late afternoons to be able to keep pace with me. We had a deadline and you knew I would stay as late as necessary to finish the job. You looked down the hall and watched as Michael stepped into the main elevator. You knew he was the last one to leave and that we were really all alone in the office now. I didn't seem to notice as I was rearranging a few of the final layout pieces on the large table but you knew I was always aware of who was around and what they were paying attention to in a room, especially if that something was me. I stood back, looking it all over, and then stretched far across the shiny dark wood table swapping two of the tags. From across the table you could see straight down my fitted button up white shirt to my cleavage popping out of my white lace bra. Being on the petite side means having to lean farther than some would need to but you are really enjoying the view so you don't rush over to give me a hand just yet. I moved around to the your side of the table and leaned over, up on one leg and across to another section of the presentation. From where you were standing in the doorway you had a perfect view of the bottom of my black skirt lifting higher with each of my stretches. You could almost see the white lace panties peeking out. Was I playing with you? I was going back and forth from tiptoes and you were beginning to really like watching my leg muscles flex as I bounced up to reach a far spot across the table. I turned to you, noticing the growing bulge in your pants and, smiling with a raised eyebrow, said "hey, snap out of it! I need a hand over here." "Don't you always?" You love flirting with me when everyone's gone for the day because you know I'll flirt right back. We've played this game many times before. Sometimes you eventually get shot down but there are times when you know that a few touches here or there and the right smile are all you need to get me naked. There's something about big projects and tight deadlines that always seems to make me frisky and you are more than willing to stay late to be available to me. Of course, there's also the problem of needing to finish the work before I'm ready to play so you help move the final few items that I point out and then sit back in one of the chairs that was pulled away from the table. You love being able to sit there watching me circle the table coming to a stop between your chair and the project that all comes together mere hours from now. Even though I'm faced away from you, you can still tell by my deep breath being slowly released that I'm done. "What do you think?" I ask looking back over my shoulder at you. You slowly scan down my body with your eyes, taking your own deep breath and release it with a "perfect." "I meant the work..." You stand up, mumbling "mmm-hmm, I know..." as you move up behind me and put one hand on my hip, using the other to move my hair away from the back of my neck, you exhale as you kiss just below my hairline and pull me against you. "You know it's good. Stop teasing me. I know you are done..." You slide the hand on my hip around to pull me against you again as your other hand goes over my shoulder and into my shirt, searching for my hard nipples. You know because you felt my intake of breath when you started kissing my neck. You also know my panties are probably soaked too and you can't wait to feel how wet I get. Your hand moves from my hip down and you pull my skirt up enough to slide your fingers up to my panties, sliding against them and pushing them aside to slip between my wet pussy lips. Your cock is rock hard in your pants, rubbing against my back and you let go of me enough to pull my panties down my legs before you move back up against me, sliding your hand down my body to slide up my short skirt again and this time pushing between and then against my slippery clit, down and then into my pussy. I am just as wet as you were hoping and yet, you can still feel how tight I am on your finger as you slide it out and then back deeper. My hands are balancing me against the table and you pinch my nipples with your other hand as you finger me for several minutes. I'm dripping all over your two fingers now as they squeeze and slide against my clit and then push into me. You can't wait any longer and you let go of my DD tits long enough to use that one hand to unzip your pants and pull them down to free your pulsing cock. You push my skirt farther up and then use both hands to rub my hips and ass and then my wet pussy again. I push back against you knowing how you'll fill me up any second with your big hard cock. You move my legs farther apart and slide the head of your penis between my legs, letting it miss my pussy and using my wetness to rub up to my clit and back and forth between my pussy lips. I tighten my legs against you, pushing down and back against it. Finally after teasing my clit with your tip you lean me over more and push into me. I push back hard against you and you can feel my pussy clenching at you as you slide up into me. I take my shirt and bra off as you throb into me. Lifting my hips to pound back against you with each thrust of your cock, you push deeper into my wet pussy, grinding your shaft against me as you slide in and out again. You reach down and wrap one arm around my hips and grab my tit with the other hand, pinching my nipple. Pulling my body back against you again and again as you thrust your cock faster feeling my tight cunt throb on your hard dick. Your pinching my nipple and squeezing and thrusting deep into my pussy so hard now that I'm... getting sooo close to cumming... ooohhh... yes, you can feel my pussy tighten and I begin to push back against you with every thrust. Your cock is throbbing and twitching with the coming orgasm. "Oh yes," I say... "please don't stop! Ooohhh I'm so close. Fuck me! Hard! Ooooh yes!" You feel it building deep in your balls and tightening your shaft, pushing up the tip as you slip against the inside of my dripping wet pussy. The next deep thrust sends us both over the edge and you fill my pussy with your hot cum as I... cum... sooo hard... on your shaft. "Ooohhh yes oooooooh." When you finish pulling yourself together you look up at me and see me just pulling my shirt together over my tits. My nipples are still hard and poking through the fabric as I didn't put my bra back on. As I button the shirt up you notice how much the bra was holding me in. Without it my tits look like they're going to break buttons off any minute. You feel your cock twinge a bit as you look at my hard nipples realizing you didn't suck on them. "We really should go, you know," I say as I'm already walking out and you grab your bag and follow me to the elevator. You notice that my panties are still on the floor under the table and you pick them up catching up to me at the elevator. You smile/leer at my cleavage and say "you might need these." "Nope, you keep 'em. I'm fine." You can't help but be turned on again and you step on and immediately back me up against the wall and slide your hand up the inside of my leg as your mouth sucks on my nipple through my shirt. You knee my legs apart and rub on my pussy lips down to my hole and them back to my clit, slipping along the inner edges as you bite at my nipple. You push your finger into me, fingering my clit with your thumb as you push into my wet pussy and squeezing my pussy lips begin to finger fuck my pulsing cunt. Your cock is straining against your pants as you rub against my leg and I can feel how hard your shaft is. I yank your pants back from your tip and you push it up into me as soon as it's free of the pants. I'm off the ground and you are fucking me fast and hard as the elevator goes down floor by floor. I'm so wet but you know neither one of us will cum before we get to the parking garage level. You reluctantly slide your cock out as the elevator door opens pulling your coat closed over your bulging cock. You pull me along beside you and we get into your car. Working Late You like this position, but you know what she really wants. You decide to tease her first, though, just to make things fair. You grab her thigh hard and shove your cock into her hard. "Ahhhhh...." She moans. "God, yes! Fuck me. Shove your cock in me hard." You love the words. That full mouth, that sexy face saying those nasty words makes you even harder. You pull out and smile as she whimpers in protest... and then you slam into her again, shoving her back into the wall. "Yes! Harder! DO me harder!!" She looks at you, biting her lip, eyes half-closed, and watches you intently as you begin those pistoning pumps. You pull out again. She makes a whining type noise, and moans in protest. You grab her and pull her from the wall. "I know what you want." You tell her. She reaches for your cock. "That should be obvious. I want this in me now!" She tries to move back, but you forcefully lead her to the blanket on the floor. She gets the idea and follows. Reaching down, you spread the soft fleece over top of the thin office carpeting close to the wall next to your desk, and then kneel down on the edge. She begins to lie on her back, and you reach around and smack her ass. "No." You tell her. "Get on your knees, you little slut." She looks at you and smiles. She makes a display of herself as she gets into her and your favorite position. Her ass wiggles and you see her pussy lips glistening with wetness. You yank down that teasing ass and bend her over. You give her another good smack on the butt for good measure. You smile as you hear a muffled moan from her. "Put your hands on the wall and leave them there." You command her. This will give you leverage to fuck her as hard as she wants it. You spread her ass cheeks apart and finger her cunt, then the rosebud of her puckered asshole. She wiggles now against you, impatient. You grab the base of your very hard dick and put it to the entrance of her pussy, teasing her and yourself. She moans. "Please..." she whispers entreatingly. You grasp the sides of her hips and, using them as a handle, you yank her cunt onto your thick stick. She moans loudly, and as you begin to fuck her... her noises show her enjoyment over and over again. You are pumping her pussy onto you, in hard rhythmic movements. Slam... pause... slam... pause... slam. She is grunting with each hard push, her breathing hard, her arms locked as they hold onto the wall. She begins to pant... and you know again what she wants. You move yourself forward, push deep inside her, making sure the fit is tight. You spank her. She moans. "You like that? Huh? Do you?" You begin the fast thrusting movements, making your balls slap her clit over and over again. You start to rub her ass, then spank it, keeping in time with the pumping of your hips. You fuck her harder and harder, faster and faster, as she moans those directions to you over and over again, pleading with you, wanting you, needing you to make her cum. You reach one hand forward and grab one of her swinging tits, squeezing the nipple hard, pinching it, as her moaning litany encourages you. You feel the boiling in your balls as they smack against her again and again. You are going to cum, and soon. You want it in her, all the liquid being shoved around as you continue to pump into her, fucking her cunt and feeling your cum. Her noises are louder now, and the shaking begins in her thighs. You grab her hips again to begin the final plunge to your own orgasm, and to force hers from her. Slam, slam, slam, slam, slam, over and over again... faster and harder, deeper and deeper... you are groaning as you feel her clench around you and shake wildly. She makes a long, loud keening sound as she cums, and you blast your thick cream into her womb. She collapses to lie on her tummy on the floor. You lie on her back and continue to move slowly back and forth, feeling your cum in her. "Thanks for the visit." You whisper to her. She laughs, "You are quite welcome." Working Late Jennifer awoke in unfamiliar surroundings. The fact that her head was a little clouded from what must have been a fairly serious drinking session didn't help matters. She raised her head and surveyed her surroundings. The sight of lots of little empty spirit bottles, scattered around her on the bed, began to jog her memory. Her flight had gotten in the previous night and she had checked into this hotel, which her company had booked for her. As she had arrived in the early hours, the bar had been closed, and that led to her ruthless attack on the mini-bar. Now aware of her situation, she knew she had to prepare for work, so she crawled from beneath the covers and got into the shower. As the warm, soothing water washed over her body, Jennifer began thinking about her day ahead in Head Office. Her company, CJT Industries, was in the business of site and property development and expansion, and had many offices in various regions around the country. Jennifer had worked in one of the smaller regional offices for a few years now, and had recently been promoted to the position of manager. This meant that she was now obliged to make frequent business trips to Head Office with the other regional managers to engage in often pointless board meetings with the senior partners. This was another of those business trips, and as she rinsed the shampoo from her hair, she hoped the day would go quickly so she could get as early a flight home as possible. Deciding to not think about work any further until she reached the office, Jennifer turned off the shower and grabbed a towel. As she dried herself, she caught a glimpse of her form in the full-length mirror that stood in the corner. She let the towel slide down her smooth body, and took a better look at herself. Her shoulder-length black hair framed the soft features of her face. She knew her face was probably her most attractive feature. However, as she looked at her virtually uncovered body she was slightly surprised at how good her shape looked. Her breasts weren't very big, but they were perky and suited her 5ft 5" frame. The amount of jogging she did at home gave her a very trim and tight stomach and also shaped her legs nicely. She turned to the side, still eyeing herself, and was impressed by her tight little ass. Jennifer flexed her cheeks playfully to emphasise their perky quality. Feeling good about herself she decided to put on her short skirt instead of the trousers she had intended to wear. She added some heels and white blouse, to be topped off later by her jacket, and again looked at herself in the mirror. "Damn, I look good!" she thought, somewhat excitedly. The outfit really made her look and feel incredibly sexy, but still had that professional look she needed for mixing with senior management. Just then she noticed a mark on her ankle, and she bent over to examine it closer. It turned out to be just a bit of dust that she easily wiped off, but before she straightened up she again caught her image in the mirror. "Well, hello there!" she purred to the reflection of her perfect, bent-over figure. Jennifer had never realised how flattering this skirt was to her ass, especially when she was bent over like this. She thought about how a man would react to seeing her like this and it excited her. She began to wonder if she'd have the courage to tease a guy by bending over in front of him like this, and started to feel a little aroused. She considered touching herself and bringing herself to a quick orgasm while she looked in the mirror, but realised she didn't have time, so she just laughed and smiled to herself as she finished getting ready. On her way out of the room she jokingly thought about taking that magical mirror with her, but managed to leave the room and check out before she thought too seriously about it. The day in Head Office went very well for Jennifer. During the morning she attended a couple of meetings and senior management told her they were pleased with the work she had done since her promotion. She spent some time collaborating on some of the projects of the other regional managers, in an effort to mix well and make a further positive impression while she was in Head Office. She was due for one final board meeting, and then she would be finished for the day, and she could get her flight home. However, this meeting didn't go as well as she had hoped. It turned out that one of the senior partners, Ian Johnson, was expecting an important report from Jennifer on one of the biggest projects she was heading. This was news to Jennifer. The Wolfburg report was not due for another two weeks and she had barely started on it. Even though most of the other managers knew this, they kept their mouths shut so as not to engage in confrontation with the fearsome Johnson. Jennifer knew she would not be able to argue with him on her own, so it soon became apparent that she was going to have to stay late, complete the report, and get a flight in the early hours. She accepted the decision professionally, but she was seriously pissed off that she had not gotten any support from any of the other eight regional managers who knew the truth. She looked across the table at one of them in particular. His name was Matt McCarthy. He was one of Johnson's favourites and Jennifer knew that he could have explained the situation easily to the old man, and then she wouldn't be facing the prospect of this late shift. As everyone left the boardroom, Jennifer noticed that Matt was making his way over to her. He caught up with her in the corridor, and offered his olive branch. "Hey, everybody knows the truth. We all know that the report wasn't due for two weeks at least. But with Johnson being such a prick recently, no one wanted to say anything." Jennifer wasn't impressed. She knew McCarthy was the one Johnson was grooming for greatness in the firm. The rumours were that McCarthy would be offered a partnership within the next 2 years. Jennifer stopped and turned. "I can understand everybody else being too scared to speak up, Matt, but you have Johnson in your pocket," she said. "You could have cleared me with that charm you always use on the old man. Everybody knows you can get whatever you want from him. In fact, some of us are starting to wonder if you are 'working' for Johnson outside of office hours!" Jennifer smirked. Nobody thought that, but it had become a bit of an in-joke between some of the managers. Matt smiled. "I know everyone thinks Johnson favours me over the other managers, but it's not true. I know when I closed some of those big deals a couple of years ago, particularly the Dillon account, Johnson was impressed and took an interest in my progress. But recently I haven't been doing as well and the big guy doesn't treat me any differently than you or anyone else." Jen was surprised. "But you're working on the Ardiden project! Johnson wouldn't give that to just anyone." Matt looked a little bit sheepish. "Maybe some years ago, but the Ardiden project has had some serious problems, and most of the backers have pulled out. Everybody still thinks it's a big deal, and that's the way Johnson wants to keep it, but it's no bigger than anything that you're working on right now." Feeling quite stunned, Jennifer had to ask him straight out. "So you're saying that all the rumours about you making partner in the next 2 years aren't true?" Matt did a double take and then broke out laughing. "Where did you hear that? You're kidding, right? Jesus, Jen! I'm 25! Do you really think I'd be a partner here by the time I'm 27? You're a smart girl. Think about it!" Jennifer had to concur with his reasoning. He was only 2 years older than her, and it did seem completely unlikely that anybody, no matter how good they were, could make partner in this company by the age of 27. "Look Jen, if I could have saved your ass in there with Johnson, I would have. I just don't have that kind of sway with him anymore." He touched her lightly on the arm. "I feel really bad about letting you hung out to dry like that. How 'bout I stay behind with you and give you a hand. I know a bit about the Wolfburg project, and it should get you out of here earlier than if you were on your own." Jennifer gave a shy smile. She hadn't realised in their previous brief encounters that Matt could be this charming. The idea of him helping made sense. She would be able to leave earlier, grab a flight at a somewhat decent hour, and having some company would be appreciated as well, so she accepted his offer. By half six, they were the only people left in the office. The two had made great progress already, and if they kept going at this rate Jennifer felt they could be finished before nine! This was quite surprising to her; if she had worked on her own, she would definitely be working until the early hours of the morning. The difference was clearly the work Matt was putting in. He had said he knew a bit about the Wolfburg project, but his knowledge of the facts, figures and general status of her work almost seemed to rival her own. She didn't dwell too much on the fact, however, as she was just happy with the progress they were making. A few hours later, the pair began to finalise the report. The time had flown, with silly conversation, jokes and suggestive remarks. Jennifer was a little surprised to feel a little attraction to her colleague. She had always seen Matt McCarthy as Johnson's butt-boy. Ok, a butt-boy with good looks, but a butt-boy all the same. However, after spending the evening working with him and getting to know a bit more about him, she actually found him quite charming, and could better appreciate his attractive physical qualities. She also found herself practically flirting openly with him on a couple of occasions. At this late hour, keeping a professional appearance was hardly important, and both had made themselves more comfortable. Matt had removed his jacket and tie and rolled up the sleeves of his shirt. Jennifer had also removed her jacket and opened three buttons on her blouse. She would normally make do with two, but she was beginning to enjoy her little flirtations with Matt, and this was just another one to have fun with. Even though she was enjoying their little playful teasing remarks, they still had a job to do, and Jennifer needed some documents that Matt had earlier. She asked where he had put them, and Matt replied that he thought they were finished with them and so had filed them away on the bottom shelf across the office. As she went to retrieve the documents, a thought came into her head, and a seductive grin crept onto her face. She recalled how she had looked in that mirror this morning as she bent over. She wondered how Matt would react to seeing her in this position. She liked the idea of taking charge in their flirting games, and didn't know if Matt would be able to top what she had planned for him. As she reached the shelves on the wall, she wanted to make sure that Matt was looking at her. As it turned out, Matt had been watching her every move across the floor and was admiring the seductive sway in her walk. "Where did you say you put them?" she asked him, as if she didn't know. "Down on the bottom shelf on your left," came the reply. Then Jennifer made her move. Knowing that Matt was watching her, she slowly bent from the waist until her hand touched the ground. Matt grinned at the spectacular view in front of him. This attractive girl was displaying her ass in front of him in this fashion quite deliberately, and that turned him on as much as the glorious view of her behind that he had from this position. "I can't seem to find them. Are you sure you put them here?" Jennifer asked, continuing to tease. "Er… I thought I put them there. Maybe I should come over and help you find them." Matt started to make his way across the office. Not wanting to be found out to be so obviously teasing, Jennifer ended her game. "No, it's ok. I found them," she said, and then picked up the documents before slowly straightening up from her teasing position. Jennifer turned to walk back across the office, but was surprised to see Matt was still walking right towards her. He had a grin on his face, and there was a distinct bulge in his pants that told her he had definitely enjoyed her little game. A bit taken aback, she tried to regain control of the situation by holding up the documents saying, "It's ok Matt, I got what I was looking for." Matt walked right up to her until his six foot frame was next to hers, "No Jen, I don't think you got what you were looking for. Not just yet, anyway." And with that, Matt lunged towards her and kissed her passionately, full on the lips. His left hand wrapped itself around her waist and his right held the back of her head so he could kiss her as deeply as possible. Jennifer didn't know how to react to what was happening. Sure, she had been attracted to Matt, and yes, she had been flirting with him more and more as the evening went on, but had she really wanted things to go this way? They had been playing around, but now they were locked in a passionate embrace and the feeling she got as he kissed her, coupled with the large shape pressing into her stomach, told her that Matt wanted more. Jennifer tried to think about if she wanted this or not, but as she felt his firm body pressed against hers, and the tingling she was feeling all over from the way he kissed her, she realised it didn't matter if she wanted this or not. She NEEDED it! And as she kissed him back as hard as he was kissing her, she dropped her documents, unable to remember why she was holding them in the first place. With one forceful move, Matt lifted Jennifer from the shelves over to a nearby desk. The force with which they slammed against the table knocked some of the files and papers that were on top onto the floor. Matt ended their embrace and for a moment they both just looked at each other, with growing lust evident in both their eyes. Then Matt moved in again. He ripped open Jennifer's blouse, sending buttons flying everywhere, and savoured the sight of her firm breasts heaving as her breathing became heavier. Again pausing, he marvelled at how her lacy bra held these creatures, shaping them into the delectable curvy view before him, before he slipped down the light material to reveal her stiff, hard nipples. He couldn't resist such a treat and began to go to work on Jenny's right breast, licking and sucking on it, biting it so softly. Jennifer's body shook a little from feeling his teeth clasp on to her sensitive nipples, but she felt no pain as she closed her eyes and took in the sheer sensation of pleasure she was feeling through her body. Still kissing her, Matt moved his hands down to her hips and slid down along the soft fabric, moving around to her ass, giving it a firm squeeze before continuing on his way down to the end of Jennifer's skirt. With another forceful move, Matt lifted up the skirt over her hips and left it there, bunched up around her waist. Jennifer was feeling so turned on at this moment. Matt was taking complete control and she loved it. Matt dropped to his knees and slowly pulled down Jennifer's panties, which by this stage had become quite wet, and let them drop. Jennifer tried to picture how she looked right now. She was leaning up against an office desk with her blouse ripped open, her breasts hanging out of her bra; her skirt was bunched up around her waist, and her wet panties hung around her ankles, as this man she hardly knew navigated through her pubic hair with his tongue. She felt so slutty as she pictured herself this way and it turned her on even more, and her knees began to get weak. Jennifer decided to help her seducer and stepped out of her panties. She sat up on the desk and spread her legs, giving Matt full access to the soft wet lips in front of his face. Matt knew what she wanted him to do, and he knew that he was up to the task. He delved his tongue into the hot cunt in front of him and tasted the sweetness. His hands began stroking the inside of her thighs, pushing her legs apart even further, so he could get closer to Jennifer's luscious, velvety pussy. Jennifer loved being in this completely exposed, submissive position. She was completely giving her body to this man, and although she had never realised it before, she loved being a total slut. Matt's hands began to roam higher on her body, and he started to caress her breasts, softly at first, then more vigorously as Jennifer moaned in sheer ecstasy, all the while with Matt continuing to lick and suck at her clitoris. The stimulation she was receiving was all too much and her whole body began to shudder and shake and Jenny had to bite her lip to keep from screaming, as Matt continued his assault through her intense climax. With her head still spinning, Jennifer returned to the real world and looked up at the tall, broad figure towering over her. She saw the look on Matt's face and knew he wasn't finished with her, and the thought of what might be yet to come sent further shivers cascading down her half naked body. Matt began to unzip his fly, never taking his eyes off the beautiful, sexy girl lying in front of him on the desk. Jennifer leaned forward and her eyes widened as she saw the size of the cock that was being unveiled before her. She had never seen one as big as this before in real life. It must have been over eight inches long and looked very thick and almost powerful. She began to get hot at the very thought of having this monster inside of her, and without even realising it, she lightly licked her lips in anticipation. Matt leaned in closer to the desperate form who lay on the desk. He rubbed the head of his dick up against Jenny's now sopping wet pussy. Just this sensation alone felt so good to both of them, but they weren't going to stop there. Ever since Matt had started things off by kissing Jennifer, not a word had been spoken between them. Jenny broke the silence with a simple plea. "Please," she begged, wanting to feel Matt's dick inside her, filling her. Matt wanted her as much as she wanted him and thrust himself forward suddenly, giving her what they both needed so badly. Even though Matt was a lot bigger than what Jenny was used to, she was so wet that he slid all the way inside her quite easily. "Oh God, yeah!" Jennifer moaned as Matt began to pick up a rhythm, pumping his tool inside her. Jen lifted herself up and kissed him hard on the lips, before she returned Matt's earlier favour and ripped open his shirt. Matt's chest was more muscular than she had given him credit for, and she enjoyed the feel of his firm torso as her hands explored his body while he continued fucking her. Getting turned on by having this sexy creature caressing his body, Matt increased his tempo. This became too much for Jenny, and she bit down on his chest as the sheer animal nature of what they were doing took hold of her. She drew blood as her second climax of the evening washed through her. Her pussy clenched his cock in quick waves as she came, and it was this added stimulation that pushed Matt over the edge, too. With a final thrust, Matt shot his load inside Jenny's cunt, and the feel of the warm jets of sperm inside her excited her. Jennifer thought to herself that it was a good thing she was on the pill, as the suddenness of this encounter left no time for condoms. The pair held each other closely, breathing heavily as they recovered from the exertions of the previous few minutes. They didn't say much to each other. After all, what was there to say? They had just had some of the best sex they ever had, so what's the point in trying to say anything? It wasn't long, however, before Jennifer decided that she wanted more. If they were going to do it, they might as well do it right, and Jenny felt she could go again. However, when she looked down, she saw that Matt's dick was still limp, and so she decided to give him a helping hand, or, more accurately, a helping mouth! Working Late "Hi, Danny, Where are you?" She sounded out of breath, "I'm still at work, baby,I'm going to have to stay late." "Aw, I was hoping you'd be home soon." "Wish I could, sweetie, but I've got a stack of contracts on my desk I can barely see over the top of." "Oh, shoot, I've been thinking about you." "Oh yeah? What were you thinking? "Well, um, do you remember...uh...the first time you spanked me?" "Uh huh." "We were in the bedroom and I was bending over the bed. And you came up behind me and lifted the hem of my nightie and slapped my bottom real hard." She had jumped up and squealed and started rubbing her ass, it was so cute. "I said What did you do that for, and you said I want to spank you. I said Okay but not too hard and you said if we're going to do it, lets do it right." I sat on the bed and pulled her over my lap. I was already hard in anticipation. I lifted her nightie over her head and pulled down her panties and looking at that gorgeous bottom laid out before me just about took my breath away. "At first it hurt like hell but it turned me on too." I didn't slap her ass too hard at first, one cheek and then the other and sometimes I'd spank the lower part of her bottom and let my fingerstips slap her pussy. "It made me so hot, I had to rub my clit but you wouldn't let me, remember? You...pulled my hand away." I held it behind her back for a while but then I pushed my hand between her legs and slipped my thumb inside her where I could rub her G spot and her clit at the same time. That's when she said Spank me harder. I did and she came in just a few seconds. "I came so hard I thought my head would explode. Then you pushed me off of your lap and made me kneel on the floor and bent me over the bed..." I pushed her legs apart and knelt between them. Her cunt was so wet, I slid in in one quick motion. We both gasped. "Oh, Danny, you fucked me so hard I didn't think I'd be able to walk again. You pressed me into the mattress and held on to my hip so I...couldn't move and you just fucked me and fucked me. I don't know how many timed I came and each time you'd slap my bottom real hard and that made it even more intense. And when you came I felt your cock stiffen up even more and I could feel it shoot as you pumped it deep inside me. Do you...remember?" "Uh huh" Her pussy had clamped down on my cock so hard it felt like she wasn't going to let me go until she'd drained me. "Do you think I'm a freak? Ha, don't answer that. I guess I am though, because that got me so hot, and I started thinking about, well do you remember...um...that time you tied me up." I remembered. We'd only been together a few months then. She has these crazy sensitive nipples and I love to play with them and tease them and I liked trying make her come just by licking and sucking them. But everytime she'd get close she'd push me off of her and climb on top of me. Or she'd bring herself off with her hands. So one morning while she was asleep, I tied her hands and feet to the bedposts and then laid back down, waiting for her to wake up. When she opened her eyes I put my finger over her lips to shush her and then I kissed her. "You lifted my nightie up to my chin...mm...and started rubbing my nipples with your fingertips." I stroked just the tips of them, barely even touching and they stiffened right up and the areola puckered. she started to squirm almost immediately. I did this for maybe ten minutes before I moved down to circling the shaft and she began to moan. "I thought you were...nnn..torturing me. Boy, if I had any state secrets I'd have given them up for you to fuck me then." I bent down and began licking the tips of her nipples and she moaned. And when I took one into my mouth, scrubbing it with my tongue and sucking on it, she began tugging on her restraints saying Fuck me, Danny, please. "You were driving...oh...driving me crazy. I wanted you to touch my cunt or fuck me...mmmm...But you kept me on the edge for so long." "Finally after about 45 minutes of licking and sucking, pinching, the dam burst and she came. That's when I pinched them hard and she screamed. Her hips were bucking like she was getting fucked by some invisible guy and she's thrashing around so hard I could barely stay with her. "Oh God, I never new I could do that, it was amazing." I got up and untied her feet, I left her wrists tied, and she spread her legs wide. I'd left a huge pool of pre-cum on the sheet. I knelt in front of her and placed my cock at her entrance. I rubbed some of the pre-cum from my cock over her pussy, not that she needed it, she was soaked." "When you entered me, I thought...uhn...it felt so good. You were a wild man, I guess from holding it in for so long, it was like you were pounding me. I could...oh god...I could feel your balls slapping against my bottom." "Baby what are you doing?" "Well, like I said I started thinking all these sexy thoughts and I...Oh...and, well it was getting me all turned on, my little cunny was twitching...mmmmm...and my nipples started to ache." "Are you rubbing it right now?" "Well, I thought you'd be home by...mmmmmm...now and you could finish me. Let me paint a picture in your mind. I'm lying on...uh...the sofa. My shirt is open and my breasts are bare. One foot is on the floor and the other one is on the back of the...sofa. My panties...are dangling from my ankle." I could see it, she likes for me to watch her masturbate. I love to see that gorgeous body buck and writhe as she cums, to watch those legs opening and closing, her pretty little toes curling. "I'm rubbing my left nipple and..oh god...and I've got two fingers in my pussy. Are you hard? "Mm hmm." "Squeeze your cock for me. Rub it for me. Does it ache?" "Yes." "I can almost feel it inside me. Oh Baby, I'm so wet. Listen." She held the phone between her legs and I could hear the slurpping sounds of her fingers working in her cunt. "Can you hear...Oh God! Oh God Baby, I'm cumming! I can't hold it. Uh, uh, uh, Oh baby, please!" The phone clattered to the floor but I could still hear her. "Please! Please! Uuuuuuuuuuuugh! Uuuuuuuuuugh!" Then Silence. Eventually she picked up the phone. "Whew!" she said, and giggled. "That was a big one," she laughed. I could picture her, with one hand over her pussy and running her fingers through her hair as she always does. "Wow, I wish you could have been here, it would have been so much better. Mmmmmm. So what time will you be home?" "I'll be there in about 45 minutes," I said, packing my briefcase. End Working Late Richard and Katherine both worked at a big company. They were in different departments, but they were mildly acquainted. Katherine was a tall, leggy brunette who worked in Accounts Payable. She dressed well and had a good body to dress. A nice round ass (perhaps a little big, she thought sometimes) and a nice pair of jugs—not huge but big enough to fill out a sweater nicely. Richard was a mid-level sales executive with boyish good looks, a flat belly, broad shoulders and a disarming smile. On Tuesday afternoon they found themselves in a mandatory harassment seminar. Big companies do that sort of thing so they can defend the inevitable lawsuits that arise out of broken and unrequited relationships, etc. It tends to be really boring and unrealistic stuff. Katherine was sitting next to Richard, kind of half way listening, but more focused on the good looking hunk from the mail room who was a couple of rows down. "I wonder how big his dick is?" she was thinking. "If you believe the gossip mill, he is a real stud." Richard leaned over and whispered, "This is bullshit." He was leaning close enough so that she could feel the warmth from his body. It abruptly distracted her from the mail boy. "What?" she said, trying to change tracks from the mail boy's dick to Richard's whisper. "This meeting is bullshit," he repeated. "Oh," she said. "It certainly is. The only thing that makes this job bearable is all of the screwing around that goes on here. Can you imagine what our jobs would be like if people actually lived like the lawyers want us to?" "Shhh!" the severe looking older woman sitting next to Katherine admonished them. Katherine felt duly chastised for a few moments. Then she got a gleam in her eye as she thought, "Well, if that old biddy doesn't want us to talk, there are other things I can do." They were sitting at long tables in an amphitheater style lecture hall. Katherine slipped her foot nearest Richard from her pump and began to play footsie with him. He looked at her with a smile, and she responded with a mischievous smile that she hoped he would take as sexy. Richard put his hand on her thigh and began to fondle it through Katherine's lightweight dress. That started a fire in her crotch that was just delicious. Katherine responded by putting her hand in Richard's lap. When Richard felt Katherine put her hand in his lap, his dick sprang to attention. "I want to fuck this girl," he thought. "I want to fuck her now. Wouldn't that be something, getting laid in a sexual harassment seminar?" He started to ask her what she was doing after work, but she shushed him just like the old biddy had. Meanwhile, she gave his erect dick a firm squeeze through his trousers. He got the message—"Don't attract attention, and I will keep this up." Katherine did just that for the next ten minutes while he continued to rub her thigh. "Shit, I wish I could play with my boobs," Katherine was thinking. "This is making me so horny." Suddenly Richard pulled away and began to tap on his Blackberry. "What is wrong with this guy?" Katherine thought. Then her iPhone buzzed. The old biddy gave her a sour look, but she pulled it out and opened the message. It was from Richard. "I had to stop. You were going to make me cum. If I am going to cum in a sexual harassment seminar, I want to be fucking you when it happens." Katherine tapped out a brief response: "☺ I like that." Then she typed out a longer one. "Don't feel alone. My panties are soaked." Then another message: "Fucking in a harassment seminar? Wow! Now there's an idea. I always heard you sales guys were creative." Richard typed out a response: "Meet me at the bar after work, but leave the panties behind." "OK." "Pay attention!" hissed the old biddy. Two hours later Katherine climbed up on a bar stool next to Richard. He had commandeered two seats at the far end of the darkened bar. The place was full of people all of whom were drinking and chatting merrily and paying little or no attention to anyone else around them. After the barkeep delivered her order, she rotated on the stool so that her knees were pushed up against Richard's thigh. "We might as well have come straight over here after the seminar. I didn't get anything useful done the rest of the afternoon. All I could think about was your idea of fucking during the harassment seminar," she said with a giggle. Richard chuckled in response as he put his hand on her knee. "Pretty neat idea, huh?" This time she laughed. "You are nuts." "So you weren't tempted to stand me up?" In answer to his question, Katherine reached in her purse and pulled out her panties and put them in his lap, giving his cock a stroke in the process. "Tell me, do those look like I was tempted to stand you up?" she asked. Richard pulled the panties up to his nose and took a quick smell of her cunt juices. "Delicious," he said. "You really were wet. These are soaked." "There's lots more where that came from." As she spoke, she pulled up her dress to mid thigh and spread her knees to provide Richard access. He tucked the panties in his jacket pocket and turned to take a sip from his drink. But the hand that wasn't on the drink was sliding up her thigh, and when it reached the soft hair of her pussy Katherine looked over her shoulder to confirm that they were being ignored by the noisy crowd in the rest of the bar and then spread her thighs just a bit more. As he slid two fingers into her sloppy wet cunt, she said, "Oh fuck. I have been waiting all afternoon for this. Wouldn't it have been fun if we could have done this in that boring meeting? It would have given that old biddy a stroke." Then she leaned back to improve Richard's access to her pussy. Richard laughed at the idea of having sex during a training session on sexual harassment. Then he shoved his fingers farther into Katherine's pussy. She gasped a bit. "I have an idea," he said. "Let's finish these drinks and go back over to the training room and fuck." "What! You want to go back to the same room for sex? What if we get caught?" "It will be empty by now, and we can both get naked and fuck in every position we can think of." He continued to slowly pump her pussy while he talked. "Really, you can imagine that the old biddy is still sitting there while you bend over the desk and I fuck you from behind." "Ummmh, yes," she said. "I like that idea, but I want to lean on the back of a chair so my tits are hanging down and swinging rather than all mashed on the table." As she spoke, she set her drink down and then leaned forward and stroked his now erect cock through his pants. "What other positions do you want to fuck in?" he asked, as she continued to stroke his dick. "I want you to eat my pussy." "God! I love to eat pussy," he responded. "And you can suck my cock." "Of course. And I want you to squirt cum all over my tits." "Shit, I can't wait! Let's go." "Not so fast," she said. "We need to have another drink and let the office empty out a bit more." "Are you kidding? It's Friday night. If you stand in front of the elevator at five o'clock you'll be trampled. Even the janitorial staff takes Friday night off. They do their cleanup on Sunday night." "We need to wait," she said as she signaled the bartender for another round. "Okay," he said, as he pulled his hand away from her pussy. "If you can wait, I can wait." Katherine gave him a pouty look and said, "I didn't mean you had to stop that." "You flagged the bartender to get us another round and he's headed our way. Not to worry, I'll make up for it later." As the bartender approached, Katherine pulled her legs back together and pulled her dress back down toward her knees. Richard ordered two more drinks. "So," she asked him as she spun around on her stool toward the rest of the bar, "which of the couples you see sitting out there do think will be fucking within the next two hours?" Richard almost choked on his drink. "You have a really dirty mind," he said. "Some people think it is one of my finer qualities." "I think it would have to go some to top your tits," he responded. "How do you know? You haven't even seen my tits yet." "They seem to fill out your sweater pretty well." "They might be falsies." "I doubt it, but why don't you go to the washroom and get rid of your bra. After all, if they are falsies, no one will notice when you come back." "Damn, he called my bluff!" Katherine thought as she slid down off the stool and headed for the washroom. As Katherine walked back into the bar, it was clear to Richard and anyone who chose to look that she hadn't been wearing falsies. Her medium-sized jugs bounced and swung as she walked across the floor, and the nipples bulged against the thin fabric of her sweater. The cream-colored fabric was thin enough that in the bright light of the washroom she had noticed that the brown shape of her aureoles showed clearly. Fortunately, the bar was darker. "Happy now?" she asked as she climbed back up on the barstool. "Very," Richard said. "If your dirty mind is better than those tits, it must be something." "Save that for another time," she responded. "Let's get out of here. I am so horny that I almost came just rubbing my nipples while I was in the washroom." As she spoke she reached over and gave Richard's cock a squeeze. Richard poured down the last of his drink, threw a twenty on the bar, and said, "Let's go." A moment later they were standing on the street corner, and Katherine began to fondle Richard's ass with one hand while they waited for the light. Richard responded by fondling one of Katherine's tits with his elbow. As they walked across the street Katherine said, "Shit this is sexy, especially that warm night air on my naked pussy. I can't wait to get upstairs and get the rest of these clothes off." Richard responded by rubbing her ass through the lightweight dress she was wearing. As they rode up the elevator they shared a long, wet kiss with their tongues dueling for space in each other's mouth. Richard let his hands drop down and pulled her dress up so he could fondle her naked ass. He pulled up on her ass with both hands so that her pussy was rubbing against his erect cock through their clothes. When they walked into the big lecture hall where they had been earlier, Katherine quickly stripped her dress and her sweater off and stepped up on the stage where the speaker had been earlier in the day. She was wearing the four-inch pumps and a string of pearls she had worn to work—and nothing else. Richard grabbed a seat in the front row and pulled his now rigid cock out and began to slowly stroke it, while Katherine sat in a chair on the stage, spread her legs, and dipped two fingers into her glistening pussy. "So, what do you think the old biddy would do if she saw us sitting here masturbating?" she asked. "Oh, probably make us attend a harassment conference every day for the rest of our lives," he responded. "If they all work out like today, that would be okay." They sat in silence watching each other masturbate for what seemed like minutes. Finally she said, "Why don't you come up here and eat my pussy." She hopped up on a table and sat with her legs spread lewdly apart. Richard quickly shed the rest of his clothes and pulled a chair up to the table. Katherine swung her legs around so she had one over each of his shoulders. Richard spread her pussy lips and then slid a finger into her cunt to finger fuck her. "Ummm. That's good," Katherine said, followed by a series of gasps as he slid a second and then a third finger into her sloppy wet pussy. Richard's erect cock jumped on its own in response to Katherine's gasp. He reached down with his free hand and gave his cock a few strokes. Then he began licking her while his fingers continued to probe the inside of her cunt. First, just between her cunt and her clit along the insides of her labia. Occasionally he would just brush her clit, and Katherine would jump with excitement. He kept this up for several minutes while Katherine was massaging her tits and groaning and crying. He also kept stroking his rock hard cock. Not enough to make himself cum, but enough to keep it good and hard. "Oh fuck that is good! Don't stop. Oh! . . . Oh fuck, I could do this forever. Oh, shit that is good!" Katherine cried as she panted. Richard was really enjoying how excited she was, and he gradually increased the frequency of his teasing of her clit. "Stop teasing me and just work my clit! Fuck I am so hot!" Richard began to circle her clit with his tongue and then began to flick it. At this point Katherine was just screaming. "Oh shit, I am cumming. Oh fuck! Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuuuuuuuck!" she screamed as she clinched Richard's head between her legs and her climax ripped through her. As soon as she let go of his head, Richard stood and pushed his rock-hard dick into her tight cunt. Katherine pulled her legs back as wide as she could get them and said, "Yesssss! Put that cock in as far as you can get it." "Is that what you have been wanting babe? Having you been thinking about this big cock all afternoon?" Richard slowly stroked his cock in and out of Katherine's hot dripping cunt. It felt so good wrapped around his cock; so hot and wet and tight. "Oh fuck this is good," he thought. Then he began to slowly pick up the pace of his stroking. "Harder. Faster." Katherine said. "I want to cum again. Oh, fuck, your cock feels good! That's it," she said as Richard began to ram into her pussy as fast and hard as he could. "That's it. Oh, shit, that is good. Oh . . .Oh . . . Fuck! I am going to cum again." "Arraaaaaaagh!" she cried out as her cunt spasmed around Richard's dick. She pulled Richard down on top of her and just held him there while her cunt slowly relaxed. "God you are a great fuck. Can you cum on my tits now? I love it. It's so nasty." Richard pulled out and stepped back, while Katherine hopped down off the table and sat on the chair. She spread her legs and began finger fucking herself. Richard stood next to her with his dick next to her face. She turned and began to suck on his dick. "God you can suck cock," Richard said. He let her keep sucking for several minutes until he thought he was ready to cum. Are you going to cum again while I squirt on you?" he asked. "Fuck! I think so," she responded, her voice tight and low. She moved her fingers from her pussy to her clit, which she rubbed rapidly as she watched Richard jacking off. Richard stood in front of her and began to masturbate furiously. Within a minute he could feel his climax building. "Here it comes, babe." Good. Squirt it all over my tits," she said with a growl, as she continued to rub her clit. Just as she finished speaking, Richard erupted with spurt after spurt of hot milky cum that streaked each of her breasts and one errant stream that caught the top of her head and her hair . Katherine pulled a hand away from her pussy and smeared the streams of cum over her tits. "Now," she said. "Eat my pussy again while I rub your cum on my tits." Richard quickly dropped between her legs and pushed his face into her pussy. This time he went straight for her clit. No fooling around with teasing. "Oh god that's good!" she said. " I'm really close. Just suck on my clit." Richard looked up and watched her rubbing his cum all over her tits. Then he looked back down and really focused on her clit. Almost immediately Katherine shrieked, as her third orgasm ripped through her. Richard collapsed on top of her for a while as they both recovered. Eventually he stood in front of her with his now flaccid cock dripping a mixture of their juices and said, "Now that is my idea of how to understand sexual harassment. I just can't figure out who was the victim." Katherine giggled and then responded, "Let's go back across the street and have dinner while we try to decide. I feel like I have been ravished, but I sure don't feel like a victim." Working Late "I can't do this anymore" I said unto myself. Desperately trying to get his attention, going from sexy to slutty, my outfits were just pointless. He just did not see me as a woman. To him I was just the perfect little secretary, always punctual, overly creative, always there for him, but I wanted so much more, I wanted to be fucked. There, I said it. Hard and fast, slow and nerve wrecking, I did not care; I just wanted this long hard dick tearing me apart. Marc Jacobson has been my boss for 3 years now. I started off as a temp at his law firm but I was so competent that he decided to keep me. I did everything from making coffee, to sending flowers to his numerous girlfriends. I was his secretary, his good friend, his back-up, but little did he know that all I ever wanted to be was his perfect little slut. "Leah, Could you come to the office please?" I heard him say in the interphone. Yes Mr. Jacobson, of course, Mr. Jacobson. I would be happy just to come, period. I tried to repress my hormones as I entered the office, getting a view of his tight derriere while he was looking out the window; everything about this man was so damn sexy. "Leah, did you find the Jackson's file?" He asked, without even looking at me. "Yes Mark, it's in your left drawer." "Oh, thank you", he finally turned around and looked at me. I was wearing a nice purple blouse, showing off a little cleavage, a pencil skirt, fishnet pantyhose and high heels. He looked appreciatively and said, "Oh, don't you look sexy today!" This threw me off because he never complimented me before and Heaven knows how hard I've tried. I thanked him and proceeded to his desk. I slightly bent over to take the file from his drawer. I was not sure if I imagined him whistling but I deliberately stick my ass out a little more, giving him a better view of my luscious backside. Then I felt his knuckles brush my ass. I didn't even hear him moving. He suddenly bended over me and whispered to my ear, "Nice ass" and slowly grabbed the object of his notice. I was startled, where was this coming from, he has never come onto me before. I turned around and looked directly in his eyes and read purpose and desire. I couldn't believe my chance but I was determined to make the most of it. I said "what are you doing Mark?" He responded, "I'm grabbing your ass" as if it was the simplest thing in the world. He got a little closer to me, slightly pushing me against the desk and whispered, "Leah, I'm going to kiss you". Not even giving me the chance to respond, he put his lips over mine, not moving one bit, just tasting. I couldn't take it so I parted my lips, and I realized that he was just waiting for me. He slid his tongue in my mouth, tasting, exploring, and dancing with mine. He gently bit my lip and slowly grinned at me, making me melt inside. Gosh, the man was a great kisser. He looked at me and just said "Damn" and he kissed me again. This time, not so gently, he possessed me in one kiss, his hands running up and down my body, searching. He slid his hand on my belly and broke the kiss, bent me a little more on the desk and started unbuttoning my blouse, I started protesting just to see what he would do and he just said "shhhhh" and slowly slid his hands from my neck, passing slowly between my breasts and down my belly to my crotch. He perplexedly looked at me, silently questioning and then smiled, whispered hotly, "you little freak". Yes, I had no panties on, could you blame a girl for hoping? He kissed me again while groping my boobs, he was not gentle anymore, he slid his leg between mine and was gently grinding on me while he bent and kissed my neck. Putting little love bites all over my throat and whispered "careful, I bite." To prove his point, he bit me right where my shoulder and my neck met then licked it off, repeating it over and over and I knew I was going to have a major hickey later. Wild at the idea of wearing his mark, I started grinding myself against him, meeting his movements, tilting my hips against his erection. He bent his head and caught a nipple between his teeth through my lacy bra, then he drew it deep in his mouth and hotly began sucking on it. My nipples are so sensitive that I can come just by stimulating them. The friction produced by his leg on my crotch set me on fire and I was on the verge of coming when he stopped. He looked at me and said" not yet". He then kneeled in front of me and proceeded to take off my heels, he abruptly slid his hands up my skirt and yank my pantyhose down, grabbing a handful of ass in the going. I was now half lying on his desk and he slid his hand again up to my crotch, I was dripping wet. He then said "Now, little girl, we wouldn't want you to flood those papers, would we?" I got up, turned around and pushed the files that were still on the desk until they fell on the floor. I was about to turn around when he slowly caged me in, he was now grinding his hard cock on my ass. I started moaning, he grabbed one of boobs while his other hand was pulling up my skirt, he slid his hands between my legs and started playing with my pussy, just lightly touching while grinding himself still on my ass and tugging at my nipple. The tri-dimensional attack was more than I could bear, I was moaning loudly, pushing myself against him, on the verge of coming, I know that I would go crazy if he stopped and was relieved when he slowly whispered to me "Come for daddy". I didn't let him repeat himself and I reached for my nut, I was gyrating my hips wildly, surprised of this mind blowing orgasm in full clothes but he was not done. My feet were barely touching the ground again that he violently pushed me on the desk, pulling my skirt all the way up. His eyes were burning hot, menacing flames of desire; he looked ready to self-combust. He opened my legs and ordered me one word "wider". I obliged and he leaned in, smelling my unique female scent then he put his mouth on me, kissing the lips of my pussy, sucking at them, he then slid one finger inside me, finger banging me while he slid up to my clit and sucked it deep, twirling his tongue against it. He slid another finger, then a third, forcefully fingering me while he was sucking my clit, groaning his desire. Every vibration of his voice adding a notch to my pleasure, I had no more restraints, I grabbed his head, pushing him deeper between my legs, decided not to let go, I was totally using him for my pleasure and he was more than happy to oblige me. He kept sucking on my clit groaning and he suddenly curled his fingers inside me, found my G-spot and cried out, squirting all over his face. I couldn't even understand what happened because I never did that before. He kept licking me, thirsty for me, letting me gather my thoughts. He straightened up and said, "Look at me Leah", he slowly put his fingers in his mouth and sucked deeply, getting every single drop. His move was so damn erotic, I was overwhelmed. I already came twice and I already wanted more. Now I wanted his big dick all up in me, making me scream his name. I also straightened up and told him to take off his shirt, while he was doing so I cupped my hands around him, stroking. He groaned softly and said "baby, I am so hard right now, I won't be able to take much teasing". I smiled and responded "you take what I give you" and I dropped to my knees in front of him. I always loved his smell, and didn't resist to the temptation. I unbuckled his belt and yank his pants down, taking his boxer briefs with it. "Oh my, what a monster" 10 inches of perfection sprung at me. I was literally drooling, he looked so fucking delicious. I wrapped one hand around it while my other one slowly wrapped around his balls, gently pulling. I started stroking him up and down, up and down, while looking straight in his eyes. Pre-cum oozed from the tip of his cock and I slid my hand on the head of his dick, spreading the moisture, his loud groan and the way his eyes suddenly shut proved me that he liked what I was doing. I waited until he opened his eyes, then I slowly took the head in my mouth, sucking gently and sliding carefully. His size was making it really difficult on me and I was gagging repetitively. He suddenly grabbed my head and took over. I stopped sucking and he was using my mouth just like he would use my cunt, grinding, groaning banging my mouth, Mark went wild. He forced himself out of my mouth and said " I gotta have you now" he slowly pulled out a condom, I grabbed it from his hands and I unwrapped it, sucked a little on the tip and using only my mouth, I slid the condom down his dick, he whimpered and said "That's quite impressive" I smiled and got up. Losing all control, he pushed me on the desk and grabbed me from behind. He slid his hand up my pussy and slid a finger inside, testing to see if I was wet enough. Relieved he told me to brace myself and slid, deep, fast, and oh so fucking hard. He didn't take his time, strong long and fast strokes and we were almost there. He suddenly slapped my ass and that put me over the edge, I cried out and lost it. I managed only to keep pushing against him, until he gave one last powerful stroke and gave in. Working Late The secretary's skirt crept ever higher as she leaned over the Xerox machine. Matt watched its ascent with bemused interest. She, like the copier, came with the office and had made it quite clear from the start that she was more than happy to attend to his every need. In the five days since his promotion had been announced, her advances had become more and more obvious. By Friday, her white, silk blouse barely restrained the black bustier underneath, and the heels of her stilettoes could easily double as self-defense weapons. By ten to six, the general office atmosphere had fallen into a hush. It was Friday evening and most everyone had found an excuse to begin their weekends. Usually first among them was Kevin, Matt's best friend and partner in crime since attending university together, nearly a decade earlier. They were an unlikely pairing; where Matt was fit and serious and always immaculately groomed, Kevin was loud and boisterous and had recently begun to develop a paunch, as evidenced by his perpetually unbuttoned jacket. He knocked loudly on the steel-framed office door, snapping Matt from his critical analysis of the secretary's assets. "There he is, Mister Big Money," he said, clapping his friend on the shoulder. "How's life in the corner office?" Matt gave a sideways glance back to the secretary and smiled. "It has its perks." "You can say that again." Kevin's gaze lingered on the leggy blonde pretending not to notice his lurid stare. "Let's go grab a drink to celebrate. The rest of the guys are already down at the bar. First round's on you." "I really shouldn't. This week has been crazy and really put me behind. I at least want to wrap up one project before calling it a week." Matt took his coat off the executive chair back and casually slipped an arm into the sleeve. "Tomorrow. First round's on me." "No can do. I've got a date with that sweet piece of ass in IT." "The goth chick?" Matt chuckled. "That girl will eat you alive." "That's what I'm hoping." "Okay, one beer," replied Matt, snapping closed his briefcase. "I'll be right behind you. Five minutes. Ten tops." Kevin slapped his friend on the shoulder again. "Okay, you'd better be. Don't get distracted." Matt laughed as his friend departed. The secretary walked toward his solid oak desk and placed a stack of papers in front of him. Heat radiated off the collated pages. She stood by the end of the desk while he leafed through the stack. After a few moments, he looked up at her. "Thank you, Sabrina. I think that's everything. Have a good weekend." She leaned closer. "Are you sure that's all you want?" Matt carefully replaced the stack of papers and turned toward her. He was eye level with her ample breasts. He glanced at his watch, then back to her. She pressed her plump, red lips together and looked him dead in the eyes. He rolled his chair away from the desk and leaned back, assessing his assistant. "Okay," he said after a long look. Sabrina grabbed Matt by his $300 imported silk necktie. Her manicured nails matched her red lipstick. He rose and wrapped an arm around her waist, pressing her body against his. Her perfume filled his nostrils with the soft scent of spice and warm musk. He had been fighting an erection all day. As she scratched his chest, he gave up the fight. He moved his hands down her thighs and fingered the hem of her skirt, sliding it upwards. She tugged at Italian leather, loosening his belt in one smooth motion while he exposed the lace trim on her thigh-high stockings. She brushed her lips against his, but instead of kissing her, he pushed her onto the desk, hiking her skirt up to her hips. As he had suspected, there was nothing under the garter belt. She was trimmed to nearly hairless. He brushed his fingertips against her soft skin, testing her readiness. Moisture beaded up at the edge of her slit. Sabrina bit her bottom lip in anticipation. She wanted it, and he knew it, but first he wanted to play. He teased her, softly grazing one finger across her clit, and smiled almost maliciously when she began to tremble. He delved deeper, slowly exploring every inch of her. She clumsily fingered the button of his perfectly tailored trousers. He pushed her hand away with his free one and sank two fingers into her hot, wet pussy. She was slick with anticipation. She leaned back, gripping the edge of the desk, offering herself to him. He slid his fingers out of her before plunging them in deeper. She gasped and rocked her hips toward him. He worked his thumb in concentric circles around her clit, occasionally brushing it over the top. Each time he hit that sensitive spot her entire body tensed and she gasped for breath. Still finger fucking her with one hand, Matt unzipped his pants and released his massively engorged cock. He stroked it slowly while she watched with eyes wide. Her breathing was shallow and pupils dilated. He removed his fingers from her cunt with a slick sucking sound and pressed them to her lips, smearing the red gloss. She parted her lips took his fingers eagerly, wrapping her tongue around them as they passed between unnaturally white teeth. His strokes came more urgently as Sabrina sucked every drop of her own juices off his fingers. She had waited long enough, and so had he. He guided his throbbing cock into her, relishing the feel of her tight walls around him. It was a snug fit, hot and slick. His head swam with waves of pleasure and the scent of her perfume. They rocked together, finding a slow, steady rhythm. She wrapped her legs around his middle, locking him in place against her. He stroked the soft, exposed skin where her stockings ended. Sabrina leaned back as if her tits were sunflowers seeking warmth from the recessed lighting above. Matt unbuttoned her blouse and reached behind, finding the clasp of her bra. With skilled fingers he released the tiny hooks and the black, lace garment slipped off her shoulders revealing the most perfect set of breasts he has ever seen. Her nipples were perfectly round and as hard as his cock. He rolled one between his thumb and index finger. She closed her eyes and moaned softly. Encouraged, Matt pinched harder, tugging on her tiny erection while plunging his own into her cunt. Her breathing quickened as he thrust harder into her, one hand on her hips to keep her steady on the leather ink blotter. His heart raced. He could feel the blood coursing through his veins, pumping straight to his groin as he pumped into her. His balls felt tight, pressure was building and he knew before long he would explode. Sabrina threw her head back and let out a noise somewhere between a moan and a wild howl. He felt her cunt quiver around him a moment before her climax trickled down the length of his shaft and dripped into a small pool on the desk. He held himself motionless inside of her until the trembling stopped. When her breathing returned to normal, he slid out and took a step back. His still hard cock glistened. Sabrina straightened her skirt and slid off the desk top. Keeping her eyes locked with his, she reached down and began to stroke his shaft. Slowly, she sank to her knees. Matt closed his eyes and took a long, deep breath as he felt her soft lips wrap around him. Her tongue traced along the length of his cock, weaving back and forth in an intricate pattern known only to them. She licked and sucked, taking in as much of him as she could before sliding her lips back up toward the tip. They lingered there, sucking gently as she fondled his balls. Her tongue circled his head, sending a tingle up his spine. He shuttered briefly. She worked her way back down his throbbing cock, lightly scraping her teeth along the underside. He thrust into the back of her throat, feeling her tense and gag on his size. There, in the warm, moist confines of her mouth he felt his climax building. He held her head in place with a fistful of hair and pumped into her half-open mouth. Her eyes watered as she choked on him. When the wave of pleasure hit full force, he shot sticky spurts of hot cum down her throat. Tears streamed down her cheeks as he released his load into her. He stood silent for a moment. The secretary swallowed hard. As his heartbeat returned to normal, he slid out of her mouth and tucked his cock back into his expensive suit pants. He glanced at his watch and buttoned his jacket. Sabrina, still on her knees on the marble office floor, gulped down air. "I'm running late. Have a good weekend and I'll see you on Monday," he said, patting his pocket and retrieving a crisp pack of smokes. As he closed the office door behind him, Sabrina returned to her feet on slightly wobbly knees and straightened the contents of Matt's desktop, then powered down the copy machine before turning off the lights to begin her weekend. Working Late You were working late again. I have finished all my chores, left a dinner plate in the fridge in case you returned home hungry, put our child to bed, tended to all the pets, and realized that I was bone tired. I retired with a book, a large volume by Terry Goodkind, and as my naked body grew warm under the covers, I relaxed and sighed. The words in the book started to float on the page in that familiar tell-tale way that let me know that soon my eyes would close and I would be asleep. Damn, I thought, realizing that yet again, I would be rereading the same three pages, as I was too tired to absorb what I had just read. I will be reading this giant book forever at this pace. And then sleep took over. When you returned home an hour later, tired but happy about the days accomplishments, you felt a bit sad to see the house darkened except for the dim lamp I left on for you. You would need a bit of time to wind down from your busy day. You looked in the fridge for something to nibble and saw the plate I left for you. You had already dined with a client, but it touched you nevertheless to find dinner waiting for you. It was a glass of milk and some of the cookies I had baked the other day that were on your mind. After your snack, you went upstairs and found me, glasses still on, breathing in the rhythmic pattern of sleep. You gently removed my glasses, and I let out a little sound at your touch. It was just the tiniest of a gentle moan, but it was all it took to make you rock hard. Behave, you thought to yourself. Let the poor girl sleep. But then you noticed the large book peeking out of the top of the blanket. You slowly pulled down the covers enough to see the book nestled on my left breast and gently lifted my arm so that you could release the book. Again, more tiny but sexy moans. You could not stop yourself. You gently moved your hand to my left thigh and gently stroked it. Even in sleep, I opened my legs willing for you. This pleased you as you began to gently touch my soft mound. You thought to yourself how lucky you are to have a lady who was always ready and willing as you found that I was already quite wet. You were really horny at this point and, as per our agreement, you knew it was ok to wake me (or not) to pleasure yourself. You didn't want to wait. You kissed me gently on my lips and then started to work the head of your penis in me, a little at a time, distributing my wetness down your shaft. And, all at once, you thrust the entire length of your member in me. We both groaned audibly. I was pleased to fully wake up to find you inside of me. I wrapped my legs around you and let you run the show. I watched your face as you pumped away. You saw me watching and asked me, your voice heavy with lust and desire, if I needed to speak. I asked if I could touch myself, and you smiled and said yes. I reached down between my legs and started rubbing and moaning. You positioned yourself to watch me rub and also to watch your penis thrusting in and out of me. This turned us both on. By this time, we were both caught up in our passion, moaning and watching each other. My thighs started to shake and you asked me if I was close. Yes, I groaned, yes. You told me to come and called me your pretty little slut. A couple more rubs and I exploded, my muscles contracting and firmly squeezing your cock. Yes, yes you groaned, as you started to come along with me. I heard the familiar growly moans that meant that you were in the throes of climax. I just kept coming, squeezing and milking every drop from you. And then you fell on top of me, panting and trying to catch your breath, as was I. We remained this way for a few minutes, and then you pulled out of me and laid back. I put my head on your chest and said Welcome home, Darling. You wrapped your arms around me and just smiled. Working Late The smell of her perfume reached me first. My mind focused on the document in my hand, I had already stepped over the office's threshold when I noticed her. She was sitting in one of the guest chairs, her legs crossed, the upper one swinging back and forth. The short, grey coat she wore showed a healthy portion of thigh but it was the swinging of the red high heeled pumps that hypnotized me. Fuck me heels the guys called them. They were designed to rein a man in and make him salivate at the thought of those long legs wrapped around his waist as he rammed his cock into the sweet pussy between them. I swallowed. No doubt she noticed the bulge forming in my pants. It was a reaction her presence never failed to entice. "Alaine, baby, what are you doing here? Is everything okay?" She uncrossed her legs and spread them, giving me teasing glimpse of red. Pulling the clip from her hair, she shook the long, blond curls free, dropping the accessory carelessly. Shorter than me by almost a foot, her skin was pale and burned easily. She was the day to my night, her fairness contrasting with my dark looks. She stood and one flap slid to the side to expose a nude thigh for a brief second. Fuck, what was she wearing beneath that coat? "I have been a very naughty girl tonight, Jordon. I tried to be good. I really did." She untied the coat and undid the top button. "I got the kids home from school and started dinner but then I remembered how you fucked me on the kitchen table this morning, how you ate my pussy so good and I had to touch myself. I came so hard I had to bite the pillow to make sure no one heard. But I only made it worse and my pussy wants the real thing." My cock jerked as the second and third button popped free, remembering sinking into her warmth. She had just seen the kids off to the school bus and was bended at the waist looking for something in the back of the refrigerator, her ass showcased in a pair of short shorts. To a consummate ass man, it was an irresistible temptation. Just a touch I had told myself. A touch turned into me licking her cream from behind and the table shaking uncontrollably as I took her hard and fast. Married for ten years in two months, we had two children together. Our sex life was hotter than it ever was and at this rate, we had no intention of slowing down. Each day was a new adventure in love and in lust. A man could ask for no more. The last button came loose and the coat fell at her feet. There was nothing beneath but a pair of barely-there underwear that matched her shoes. Her nipples, the color of raspberries, showed through the sheer material. The front of the panties were wet and stuck to her mound. I could almost taste her creamy goodness. "It seems you need to be punished." "Oh yes. It's what a naught girl deserves." Cupping her breasts, she pushed them up and out as she took that first sultry step toward me, fuck me heels echoing the seductive swagger of her hips. "Lock the door, Jordon." The lock clicked loudly. She stopped in front of me and wound her hand around my loosened tie, pulling my head down to lick at the lower seam of my lip, her teeth adding a tiny bite. Sucking on the abused flesh, she unbuttoned my shirt, pushed it off my shoulders and pulled the white undershirt from my pants. She quickly undid my pants and pushed it down my legs along with my briefs. She cupped me, sliding down my body. Average length, I was a little thicker than usual. Kneeling at my feet and gripping the base of my stem, she smiled up at me. She kissed the blunt head of my penis. Her lips came away dewy and she slowly licked the evidence of my arousal, moaning her enjoyment. "Is that all for me?" "Always." She kissed over my slit, her tongue briefly probing the hole before the soft touches went lower. My body jerked involuntarily, trying to harden the contact. "I love your cock. The way it bends just right to make me cum every time." Distantly I heard the papers I clutched with a death grip fall to the floor. "Show me how much you love it, sweetness. Take me in your mouth. Fuck my cock real good." Spittle dribbled from her lips and landed in a hot stream on the tip. Using the makeshift lubricant, she masturbated me with sure, firm strokes, swallowing the top. "More, Alaine." My voice was harder than I meant it to be but her eyes dilated and she immediately increased the pressure. Running her tongue slowly from my balls to the tip, she asked, "Is that what you need?" "More." Holding my gaze, she engulfed more of me, moving down slow and licking the underside. Humming my appreciation, I brushed her hair aside to watch her take even more of me. Holding her head, I moved her back and forth. Looking up at me, she placed her hands behind her back. After an initial resistance, I slid sweetly into her throat. She moaned around me, sending the most delicious ripples along my length. We developed a strong, hard rhythm until she gagged. I held her still for a moment, her nose pressed against my pubes. The muscles of her esophagus closed rhythmically over my tip and I groaned. I let her go and she gasped for air, her eyes watering a little but glowing with a familiar light. Grabbing her hair, I jerked her head back, tapping the tips of her breasts. She moaned and arched. "You love that, don't you baby?" "You know I do." She pushed forward and pulled me into her throat again. Saliva bubbled out of her mouth and dripped down her chin. She gagged a few more times but always came back for more. Her hand joined the foray and massaged my nuts. "Show me those beautiful tits." She pulled the bra cups down. Alaine's breasts had increased from a B to a C cup with the birth of our second son. Her nipples had always been large though. They were extremely sensitive and sucked just the right way, were all that was needed to bring her to orgasm. The sight flipped a switched and I could hold on no longer. Thunder roared in my veins and I closed my hand around the base of my length, squeezing. The feeling of orgasm made my heart beat faster and my muscles shake but I remained hard, only a little semen leaking onto her waiting tongue. Lifting her, I pushed the material of her thong to the side. She aided the upward swing with a thrust of her athletic legs, laying her lips over mine in the process. I surged perfectly into her and we both groaned. Warm and tight, her pussy gripped me. The tempo began slow but hard, the sound of our bodies clashing mingling with our harsh breathing. She pulled her lips away to moan behind clenched teeth. Leaning back, she met me stroke for stroke. Her breasts bounced with each upward jab. Leaning forward, I took possession of a stiff peak, my hips moving faster. The pressure started in the back of my thighs and quickly spread to my sac and I knew I would not last much longer. Only this woman kept me edge like this, always ready to blow. I walked us over to the desk and sat her on the edge. She made a sound of protest as I slipped out of her body. "It's okay," I soothed. "Let me make this good for you." After removing her panties, I lifted a slim calf to nibble and lick a path down her legs, my hands massaging in the wake. I lingered at a ticklish spot behind her knee and she gave a small snort of giggle. I smiled into her skin. I loved that sound. By the time I reached the top of her thighs she was squirming and impatient, hands trying to drag me closer. "Don't be such a tease." "You know I like to savor you." "Lat-" The word dissolved into a hissed cry. I licked a path from her entrance of her wetly fragrant pussy to the erect bud at the top. Curling my tongue around the tiny organ, I sucked on it. I did it again, pausing to suck on her lips. "You were saying?" "Don't stop." Spreading the puffy lips, I buried my tongue in her vagina, pressing my nose against her clit. She countered the pressure of my mouth, riding my face. Moving back to her nub, I pulled strongly on it. She went crazy. Juices spilled down my chin and onto my desk as she writhed and screamed, "Suck it harder. Oh, curl your tongue a little more. Yess!" Her thighs trembled against my head as she humped her hips against my face. She was absolutely beautiful in her ecstasy. Slamming a finger into her, I headed straight for her sweet spot and she cried out," Fuck, I'm cumming!" Her thighs closed around my head and her hands tore at my hair. Her thighs closed around my head and her fingers tore at my hair. Even though my ears rang I kept up the pressure until she sagged against the wood. I stood and grinned, admiring the picture she made sprawled across my desk. Her breasts were pushed up and down by her shallow breaths and her skin perspired lightly. Her spread thighs gave me an unbridled view of her glistening pink flower. Around her, items had been overturned and some pushed to the floor. She opened her eyes and grinned. "That was amazing. But I want more." Reaching for me, she added, "Give me your cock, Jordon." I smacked her ass but allowed her to pull me closer. "Be a good girl." "You know that's impossible." "Yes," I thankfully admitted. She guided me home to her sweet center. When she would have impaled herself, I grabbed her hips and kept her still. Her eyes flashed blue fire at me even as they begged. "Fuck me, baby. Don't make me wait." "Say please." "Please, fuck me, Jordon." I speared the pink lips. Her fingernails hooked onto my ass. "Oh Jordon! Hard. Take me hard." I could not go slow even if a gun was held to my head. Her legs locked around my waist and I felt those heels pressing against my lower back. She licked my lips as we both panted, our breaths mingling. Her pussy milked me, the tight grip quavering in a way that told him she was close. "Don't stop. Please, don't stop. I pistoned my hips even harder. Hands on her ass, I pulled her into my lunges. Her eyes rolled back and her thighs trembled. Ass cheeks clenching, she came hard for me and dragged me with her. I buried my face in her fragrant hair and shook. Raising my head, I pushed the damp hair away from her face. Her cheeks were pink and her eyes were closed, the shadow of her long lashes fanning across them. Her lips were curved in that mysterious half smile that always made me wonder what was going on in her head. She was simply gorgeous. Everything I wanted in a woman. "I loved you." Her eyes opened slowed, glazed and shining with the same emotion I was sure showed in my green ones. "I love you too, my husband." Her fingers laced in my short hair and pulled my head down. We shared a long, languid kiss. We got dressed in between kisses and light caresses. She was at the door when she looked over her shoulder and said, "The babysitter has the kids for the night if you're interested in more of where that came from." With that she left me standing there with my pants still around me knees. No one ever called me stupid. She got to our home only a second before I did. I had her bended over the hood of her car and sank into her pussy not long after that. Working Late It was a another night working late for Ishani. Working in a small law firm often meant late nights to meet deadlines. Ishani was married and had a young 4 year old son. She was lucky her husband John had a job which allowed him flexibility and he could be relied on to look after their boy whilst she worked overtime. Ishani had been married to John for 7 years, he adored her and they met through mutual friends. Ishani was a Tamil from Singapore and John was immediately attracted to her when they first met, her dark skin, curves in all the right places and her beautiful visage melted him from the beginning. He couldn't believe his luck when she agreed to go out with him, a fairly unattractive and overweight white Australian didn't expect such a gorgeous woman to want him. But so it turned out and they were now married with a young son. Ishani and John had enjoyed a vigorous sex life from since they were engaged, both of them had a high sex drive and they put it to good use. However, after the birth of their son Ishani's libido waned as she became more focused on being a mother and on her career. She and John had settled into a rut sex-wise. John's sex drive was as strong as ever and the drop in their sex life made him focus on it all the more. Ishani would relent and they would have functional sex where she would do just enough to satisfy her husband, but nothing more, she had no interest in doing the deed but rather wanted to keep John happy. Ishani was still a gorgeous woman though, in her mid 30's, standing at 5" 8" with jet black hair, round dark eyes, luxurious chocolate brown skin, a nice pair of 18D breasts and an incredible peach shaped bum which immediately drew any man's attention. She'd filled out a little bit since becoming a mother, but at a nice size 10 she was still as attractive as ever. Ishanti knew that she could still attract a man's eye. Whilst she was somewhat insecure about her looks at times she would always notice when a man was checking her out. The men in her office were no different, every now and then she would catch her boss taking a quick peep at her cleavage if it was showing. One man in the office however always had his eye on Ishani. Matthew was another migrant, an African man from Malawi. Standing at 5' 11" he was not the tallest, but he was incredibly fit and lean with toned muscle. He liked to work out and play sport, he had dark brown skin, a couple shades darker than Ishani's, and quite fine features. The women in the office certainly found him attractive and he knew it, he was cocky by nature. He was married to a white Australian woman and also had children, but he had a roaming eye and often didn't hide it. Matthew eyes often diverted to Ishani, she had lost count of the times she had caught him out of the corner of her eye gazing at her breasts or noticed him in the reflection of a window staring at her arse. She knew he was attracted to her, but in a professional environment and with both being married she was quite content for him to look, safe in the knowledge he wouldn't be able to touch. Matthew was also working back late, he enjoyed working back late if Ishani was also in the office and often would gaze across through her office door and check out her form. Matthew was a confident man, especially with women, he could afford to be because he knew he was packing a 10 inch thick cock in his boxers. He always loved the reaction of women when they would see it for the first time, mesmerised by the long, thick, rock hard, jet black circumcised cock they would always allow him to have his way with them. He knew that he wasn't just good at sex, he was excellent at it, he knew how to satisfy a woman as well as himself. Ishani was wearing a black knee length skirt that displayed her curves perfectly, coupled with a white blouse which was a size too small and buttoned up only half way over her breasts leaving a good view of chocolate cleavage which had been driving Matthew wild, he had been sitting at his desk nursing a fierce erection all day. He'd never had an Indian from Singapore before and he was determined that tonight was going to be night he finally got to partake in such a sensual delight. Ishani was looking tired as she pored over her papers. Matthew spotted his chance. He wandered into her office. "You look pretty tired, how much have you left to do?" he asked standing next to her chair. "About another 45 minutes worth, I am pretty tired, just feel a bit stressed out lah" she replied slipping into her Singaporean lingo. "How do you best deal with stress normally" he asked. "I get John to give me a massage" she said not even really thinking. Matthew moved behind and dug his strong fingers into her neck and started rubbing, "like this?" Ishani was startled, "what are you doing?" she asked quickly. "Well, your husband's not here so who else is going to help you de-stress?" Matthew replied slyly. Ishani wanted to tell him to stop but Matthew's fingers massaging away at her shoulders and neck felt too good. "You shouldn't be doing this" she murmured as the tension started to be relieved in her shoulders. "Perhaps not, but we can keep it our little secret" Matthew replied as the rubbing turned to stroking of the neck. If there was one thing that always made Ishani weak at the knees and increased her libido it was being lightly stroked. John had always known that and if he got Ishani interested in sex these days it was through stroking her for a considerable time. "That does feel really good Matthew" she purred, eyes closed as his touch relaxed her and lightened her inhibitions slightly. Matthew's fingers started moving down her neck towards her exposed upper chest, he wanted to test her reactions. The sight of his black fingers on her chocolatey brown skin immediately aroused Matthew and his cock leapt to attention, his full 10 inches extended, a bulge in his slacks now clear. He leaned in and lightly kissed her on the nape of her neck. Ishani immediately opened her eyes with a start, "Matthew, what the hell are you doing, we're both married." "I know" he replied, "but you are so beautiful Ishani, I can't help but notice you everyday, you're gorgeous, how's a red blooded man supposed to resist you?" he asked. "Don't be ridiculous" she replied, "we can't do this". Matthew knew enough to know that Ishani wasn't being satisfied at home, he knew that John would never be packing what he was, and that if he was going to have her he would have to cut to the chase. He stood up straight and turned Ishani's chair to face him, as he did he made sure he moved in close and brushed her cheek with his huge cock which was straining to get out of his slacks. "Oh my God" Ishani cried as the shock of feeling his huge member against her face took her by surprise. She could tell that he was huge, she had admired his athletic frame in the past and had suspected he would probably have a big cock, given what she had seen in porn films she had watched with John, but she'd never been tempted by him. Despite John not being great in the sack she had been faithful to him. The bulge was now right in front of her eyes, she was stunned by it and couldn't look away. Matthew grinned to himself, he knew that once Ishani got a look at how big his cock was she wouldn't be able to resist, it would move her inner sexual urge in a way that she wouldn't be able to control, no matter how much she wanted to do so. "You like what you see"? he asked quietly. "Wow, it's so big" Ishani muttered, her jaw slack. Her pussy immediately starting to moisten, something which hadn't happened in a while. Matthew seized his chance whilst she was blinded by his size, he quickly undid his belt, popped his button and unzipped his fly, his slacks falling to the floor. His dark cock sprung forward, now free of its encasing. It was millimetres away from Ishani's nose and she stared at it. Matthew's cock stood at attention, it's shaved thickness punctuated by bulging veins as blood engorged his member, its slightly lighter coloured head with a drop of pre cum drawing Ishani in. "Go on" Matthew whispered, "you know you want to". Ishani had never thought of being unfaithful before, but with the sight of his immense black cock in front of her, all thoughts went out of mind. She reached up with her thin fingers and stroked the bulging shaft before her. Matthew shivered with a delight as his cock twitched. Ishani took the length in her hand and started to stroke it. "Oh yeah" Matthew moaned. Ishani couldn't believe she was doing this, but she thought to herself that she may never get the chance to enjoy such a big cock again and that it might help her to regain her libido. She started to stroke his cock at a leisurely pace and noticed that Matthew also possessed a large set of balls, also shaved bare. She moved her other hand up and began to stroke them lightly. Matthew's cock twitched again and he groaned. He quickly unbuttoned and cast away his shirt and tie. Ishani now had a full view of Matthew's fit and toned body. Now this she liked, John was overweight and she had always fantasised about him one day being muscular and toned. Matthew was not bulging with big muscles, but he was toned and his muscles defined. Ishani felt even more moisture in her panties as she took in the sight of his fit body, huge cock being worked by her hand and Matthew's fine features looking at her in pure satisfaction. Ishani was never much of a cock sucker but she just had try on this occasion. She leaned forward and licked Matthew from the bottom of his balls, to the base of his cock and then up the underside of his shaft before taking his bulbous head in her mouth and she started to suck and stroke his cock simultaneously. "Oh fuck yeah!" said Matthew voicing his satisfaction at her progress. She reached around and began kneading his tight firm arse, noting how taut it was. She was totally entranced by Matthew's body, the exact opposite of what she had at home, she was to allow herself to find out just what this body could do. Matthew was moaning in delight at Ishani quickened the pace of her blowjob, but as much as he was enjoying it he now decided it was time to get to enjoy the body that he had been perving on for months. He pulled Ishani up off his cock and quickly unbuttoned her shirt, reaching around to unhook her bra. Her round, brown 18D breasts fell out, her nipples rock hard in the cool air. Matthew leaned forward and took her right breast in his mouth, licking and sucking on the nipple, while squeezing the left breast in his hand. "Oh fuck!" Ishani moaned as she fell back against the desk. Matthew manoeuvred his bigger frame over her and she lay back on the desk as Matthew played and sucked on her big brown tits. Her panties were now soaked in her juices as she started to twitch and Matthew nibbled on her nipples. He slowly moved down, kissing her down to her belly button and reached to unzip her skirt. Ishani automatically lifted her bum so that he could remove it and he quickly then removed it and her panties in one fell swoop. Ishani was glad she had shaved her pussy the day before. John loved her shaved pussy and she would shave it semi regularly with the promise of sex for him. Although she had shaved yesterday, she hadn't lived up to her promise, for him anyway. However, Ishani was not a great fan of having her pussy eaten. She had grown up thinking it was dirty, and as much as John loved to eat her out, she rarely let him. Matthew moved down and whatever trepidation Ishani felt left her the moment his long tongue started moving up the slit of her pussy and she instantly pulled her legs up and rested them on his shoulders. Matthew started licking and chewing on Ishani's pussy lips which to her surprise turned her on and even more cum started to leak from her pussy. Matthew's tongue then darted upwards to her clitoris and he began to give it a tonguelashing. "Uhhhhhhhh, Ahhhhhh" she started moaning loudly for the first time. Matthew then started sucking on her clitoris and Ishani could feel the pressure building inside her, he continued licking, nibbling and sucking on the little pink head as he held the brown hood with one figure and then slid the fingers on his other hand inside her soaking pussy and began to massage her G-spot. Ishani had never experienced this crescendo of stimulation before and she exploded, shrieking in orgasm. "Yes! Yes! Oh Matthew! Aaaaaaahhhhhhhhh!" Matthew smiled to himself, now it was time to give her the real prize. Ishani trembled, coming down from her orgasm, Matthew stood up and took his huge black cock in his hand and started to rub it up and down the wet slit of Ishani's pussy. "Oh my God, be careful Matthew, I've never had such a fucking big cock before" said Ishani, worried about whether she could take him, he was almost twice as big as John. "Don't worry babe, I'll be gentle" he replied as he started to ease his round mushroom head into her sopping vagina. His cock head popped in and Ishani's juices started flowing to welcome the massive cock that was going to take her to sexual heights she could never have imagined. Matthew steadied Ishani's legs on his shoulders and spread her legs further. Ishani could feel her vagina being stretched by the thickness of Matthew's cock and he started to slide into her slowly, inch by inch. He quickly got 5 inches of his cock inside her, a length she was used to and she quietly moaned as he pushed. He thrusted again and eased in a couple more inches. "Ooooooooooohhhhh" Ishani moaned as virgin territory deep in her pussy now begun to be explored by Matthew's giant cock. He pushed again. "Ah fuuuuuuuuck" she screamed. For someone who had given birth Ishani was still fairly tight and Matthew's cock was filling her completely. He thrust forward one more time and she screamed in a mixture of pain and delight as his ten inches bottomed out and hit her cervix. Matthew started to thrust into Ishani's pussy at a decent pace as she got used to his size. She moaned and quivered in delight as his cock gave her sensations she had never experienced. "Oh fuck me Matthew, fuck me with your huge black cock, pound my hot wet Indian pussy" moaned Ishani as Matthew picked up the pace. Matthew started pounding Ishani's pussy hard, her legs flailing on his shoulders, her tits bouncing as he drove deeper and harder into her. Matthew grunted and really started to fuck Ishani hard, his huge black cock moving like an engine piston in and out of her vagina. "FUCK ME!!!!" screamed Ishani, desperate for more of his immense black cock. As much as Matthew was enjoying pounding Ishani's sopping wet pussy as she lay back on the desk he was an arse man at heart and he just had to take her from behind. He stopped and quickly lifted Ishani up off her desk, spinning her around and pushing her forward over it again. Her beautiful, round, brown, pert peach shaped bum cheeks sticking out, he quickly guided his cock back into her pussy, which now stretched and soaked, accommodated his 10 inch cock with minimal fuss. "Take me Matthew! Fuck me hard!" screamed Ishani as Matthew started pounding his groin into her beautiful buns, his huge balls slapping hard against her clit on every thrust. Matthew drove harder and deeper on every stroke as Ishani's pussy sucked in and then released his cock on every stroke, the sweat flying off both of them as their bodies crashed into each other. For the first time ever Ishani could feel a tingling inside her pussy as Matthew drove his manhood into her relentlessly, her pussy started to tremble and cling tighter to Matthew's cock as she began to experience a form of ecstasy she had never encountered before. "Uhhhhhhhhh, Uhhhhhhhhhhh, Oh fuck yeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!" she screamed as her whole body started to convulse and for the first time ever she had what she never though possible – a vaginal orgasm. As her pussy clutched on to Matthew's cock he passed the point of no return and she had forgotten completely that she was not using protection, she couldn't think of anything, her brain addled by the intense pleasure being given to her by 10 inches of big black cock. "Urrrggghhh, arrrrggghhhh" Matthew roared as he plunged into Ishani's pussy with all his strength and released a enormous load of cum from his balls as string after string of his hot, wet seed fired into Ishani's wet and convulsing pussy. His body was also wracked with convulsions as he experienced one of the most intense orgasms of his life. Ishani twitched as she could feel the jets of cum spraying the walls of her pussy with a force she had never felt before. Matthew slid his cock out of his Ishani and fell back on to her chair. His cum began running out of her pussy, down her leg and on to the floor. Ishani slowly moved up from the desk and turned to face Matthew. "Oh my God, that was incredible. I never been fucked like that" she whispered breathlessly. Matthew sitting back on the chair could only smile. He had finally experienced the pussy that had been driving him to distraction for months. Ishani then realised she was full of Matthew's seed and hadn't used protection. "Oh no, I'm full of your cum and I'm not on the pill!" shrieked Ishani as the reality of cheating on her husband and having unprotected sex dawned on her. "There's a 24 hour Chemist down the street, go there and get an emergency pill, it'll be fine." said Matthew as he picked up his clothes and sauntered out of her office. Ishani sat on her chair quietly, cum dripping down her leg and whilst she had been satisfied more than ever before she looked over at her computer screensaver, a picture of her, John and their son before her, and tears began to form in her eyes. Working Late Jennifer took control. She made Matt lean against the desk and dropped to her knees in front of him. She began to tease his dick with her tongue and soon there were some signs of movement in Matt's lifeless appendage. She closed her wet, soft lips around his growing shaft and began to bob her head up and down, encouraged by the feel of the ever-increasing size in her mouth. Matt moaned softly and his lust for Jenny grew, due to the expert job she was doing in resuscitating his cock. Jennifer stroked his balls as she licked up and down his now fully erect shaft, giving the head a flick with her tongue every now and then just for good measure. Jennifer was stunned by how turned on she was getting just by giving a blowjob. She began to rub her nipples and finger her pussy all while she continued sucking on Matt's huge dick. She was ready. He was ready. She wanted him NOW! She looked up at him while still sucking on his throbbing penis, and could see he was in heaven. Then she removed her lips from him, and with a challenging tone in her voice said, "Fuck me, McCarthy, if you've got the balls to!" and yanked down on his sack for added emphasis. The challenge had been issued and Matt was more than up for meeting it. After all, Jennifer had seen to that by giving him the best blowjob he had ever experienced. But if he had to prove he had a pair, then by all means, that's what he was going to do. Matt pulled her up till she was standing in front of him, and then kissed her deeply. "You want to get fucked, slut? I'll give you the fuck of your life!" With that he spun her around and bent her over the desk, scattering papers and files and paper cups everywhere. Jenny's fine ass quivered in front of him as he got into position behind her and shoved his cock hard into her cunt. Jennifer had never been taken so forcefully before but she loved being dominated by Matt. She was his slut and he was having his way with her. He was in control, and she loved it. Matt then spoke further. "And do you know what else? I was the one that told Johnson your report was due today. He was expecting it as scheduled in a couple of weeks, but I convinced the old man otherwise. It was quite easy, really." Jennifer was amazed. She turned her head to look at the man who still had his dick in her pussy and was telling her this. "What? Why?" was all she could offer for a response. "Simple, really. You looked so hot when I saw you this morning that I wanted a piece of your ass. I knew if I could convince Johnson that your report was due, then he'd make you stay late, and, well, I could offer to help you out. Which wasn't particularly hard as I had one of the juniors in my staff prepare most of the report this morning in anticipation of my plan." Matt smiled with a smug grin. "Oh, and one more thing. Partner within two years? You were way off. They offered me a partnership last week, and I accepted this afternoon. So, babe, you've been fucking a partner tonight! How do you feel about that?" As furious as Jennifer was at how deceitful Matt had been, she was equally turned on by being so controlled in the whole situation. She had been in need of a good fucking even before Matt's revelations, but now she felt like such a dominated slut that she was insatiable. She needed his dick inside her, fucking her hard. She wanted him to be in charge, and didn't care that he had tricked her. "Fuck me, you bastard. Fuck your slut hard!" to which Matt laughed, and replied, "With pleasure, my dear, with pleasure!" and began to thrust into her pussy forcefully. Jennifer loved the aggressive nature of the fuck session her cunt was enduring, and she also loved how much of a slut she felt being bent over the desk like this, helpless to the pounding from behind she was getting. Matt pulled her back by her hair as he continued banging his cock into her roughly. Faster and faster his tempo had become, with both parties more and more consumed by animalistic urges, carnal urges, their basic instincts. Jennifer reached back around Matt's neck as he kissed hers and groped at her breasts with both his hands. She was close… oh, so close… She could feel her orgasm building as she pushed her ass back into him with every forward thrust of his pelvis, but then he stopped! She knew he hadn't cum, so what had happened? Matt reached down and put two of his fingers into Jenny's dripping wet pussy. He moved them around a little and then withdrew. It was when Jenny felt Matt massage those wet fingers into her asshole that it suddenly dawned on her what he was planning. Jennifer had never been fucked in the ass before, but the whole forbidden nature of it just turned her on so much that she wasn't going to try and stop him. Matt pushed a finger inside her ass, and then a second. The feel of his fingers in her ass felt good to Jen, but couldn't possibly compare to the size of his dick, so she began to worry if she would be able to take him all without hurting herself. However, before she could have second thoughts, Matt lunged forward and pushed his cock half way into Jenny's back passage. It hurt. Not much, but it hurt as Matt's fat prick eased it's way into Jennifer's ass slowly. Matt pushed in a little bit further with each thrust, pulling out a little and pushing back in some more. It was hurting Jennifer, but the pleasurable sensation it was causing her more than compensated for this. Suddenly Matt was all the way inside her, filling her ass completely. Matt had never experienced anything so tight around his cock in his life and he paused to let Jennifer adjust to his size. He leaned forward and turned Jenny's head around and kissed her deeply on the lips. "Do you like my cock in your ass, bitch?" he taunted her. "Yeah," she replied breathlessly, "now finish what you started and fuck me!" Matt needed no more encouragement than that. He started slowly at first, but with an increasing tempo, he fucked her hot little ass, pumping his prick in and out. This whole experience was driving Jennifer crazy, and her feelings weren't eased when Matt began playing with her breasts again. She reached down and found her clit, and started to rub it frantically, as his onslaught on her ass continued. Harder and harder he fucked her shit-hole, teasing her tits, pulling her hair so she arched her back, and still she kept stroking her clit. It was all getting too much for Matt. This was the greatest fuck he had ever had and he could do nothing about stopping the flood of cum, which was building in his balls, from shooting up her tight chute. Jennifer's moaning had gotten louder and louder, as her own climax approached. Matt's fucking had reached fever pitch with his balls slapping off Jenny's cunt as he continued pushing his rock hard shaft up her ass, and then it all consumed her… The combination of his dick in her ass, his hands playing with her tits, and her own fingers on her clit, just wiped her out completely. She let out a deafening cry as her climax hit her violently. Wave after wave of ecstasy was sent shivering down through every inch of her body. Again, for Matt, this extra stimulation pushed him over the edge, and he shot his load of cum up her asshole, letting out a loud groan of sheer lust to signal the end of the best fuck he would ever have. They both lay there, half clothed, bathed in sweat, on the ground with Matt behind Jennifer, spooning her as they recovered from their activities. Jennifer turned her head and kissed him and smiled. "So, you're a partner then?" Matt smiled and held her close. "That's right, youngest in the history of the firm. Why?" Jenny started to stroke Matt's leg seductively. "Oh, I was just wondering how good my chances are of sleeping my way to the top?" Matt laughed out loud. "Oh, good, I'd say. Very, very good!" Working Late My favorite assistant, Roger, was truly amazing. He was the most efficient assistant I have ever had in my twenty years in various managerial positions. For a fantastic looking guy in his mid twenties, Roger never acted like a conceited young stud. Always friendly and helpful, he was a true treasure to have in the office. But his office skills are not his best talents. When our company was going through a merger recently, my job became very stressful. I was having to spend long hours at the office, and the auditors were driving me crazy. One night we had stayed extra late, trying to keep up with the extra demands. Roger had been with me, doing everything from finding crucial files to getting me dinner. It was very late when he came into the conference room where I was at one end, surrounded by files. I was sitting with my eyes closed and my face in my hands, trying to clear my head. I heard him set the files I had requested on the table. Instead of asking me if there was anything else I needed, I felt his hands on my shoulders. "You are very tense, Delia," he said as he began kneading my taut muscles. "I hope you don't mind, but I hate seeing you so stressed. Do you want me to stop?" "No, please don't stop," I answered as I sat back in the chair and let my hands fall in my lap. I knew I was letting him cross a line, but his warm hands felt so good as he massaged my shoulders. And it was easing my tension a little. Roger worked his way to my neck, and continued his way up. I could feel him loosening the clips that held my long, dark hair up, and felt it fall and slide across my cheek. He threaded his hands through my hair and began to massage the back of my head with his fingertips, making little circles on my scalp. No one had ever done that to me before, and it felt wonderful. I sighed, the tension easing as his fingers wound through my hair. "Good, now just relax and enjoy." I could hear the smile in Roger's voice as he spoke. He worked his way around until he reached my forehead, then began giving my face gentle attention. He stroked his fingertips across my forehead, making the same little circles. He took care to caress every single inch of my face. By the time he came to my lips I was leaning my head back against his taut stomach. He gently traced each lip with his thumbs as he cupped my chin in his hands. "I think that's the first time you've smiled since you greeted me this morning," he said. "I'm glad I can help." I could feel his fingers massaging my jaw line and working their way down my neck. It tingled from his hands to my genitals as he got lower, his hands sliding under my collar. He was almost to the swell of my breasts, but then he moved his hands back up to my shoulders. I felt a little disappointed. Then I mentally shook myself. Roger's voice broke into my thoughts. "You know this jacket is really in the way of me being effective here. Would you take it off please?" His tone sounded more like an assumption that I would comply than a request. But I stood up to take the jacket off anyway. He took it from me and hung it over another chair, then took my hand and pulled me away from where I'd been sitting. "You're looking better," he told me while he surveyed my body, "but you still need some serious help." His deep blue eyes met my brown ones. "Will you let me help you, Delia?" His gaze was open and guileless. I looked for ulterior motives, maybe even hoped for them, but he gave no indication that he meant anything besides the wonderful massage he had started giving me. "Yes, please," I answered. The massage was a nice treat, something I had been far short on lately with all the grueling hours I had been putting in at work. "The first thing we need to do is get you away from all these files," he said as he led me to the other end of the conference table. He smiled. "And next is to get you a little more comfortable." He bent down and grasped the back of my ankle and lifted my foot. I had to put my hand quickly on his shoulder for support. He quickly slipped off one shoe, and then did the same with my other foot. With my heels on I was a respectable 5' 6", and felt like more of an equal with most of my coworkers, but without them I was a diminutive 5'3". He stood up and suddenly Roger was almost a foot taller than I was. I looked up and he smiled at me again. Damn, I had never noticed he had such a devastating smile. It was starting to really have an effect on me now, though. The way his eyes lit up and the corners of his mouth slowly curled made me feel a lurch in the pit of my stomach. "First things first," he said. "I'm going to rub your feet but I can't do it properly through those pantyhose. Please remove them." He quickly turned and got a couple of blankets out of the cupboard against the wall, a must-have for someone like me who often spends the night at the office. While he got them I slipped my hose off without hesitation and tossed them onto a nearby chair. He left the blankets partially folded and laid them on the conference table. Then he turned back to me. "Good." he smiled as he glanced at my bare legs, and reached for me. Before I could say a word he had put his hands around my waist and lifted me off my feet. He set me on the conference table. "Now lay down and let me show you how great I can make you feel." He said. I looked quickly at him, wondering if now his ulterior motive would be apparent, but his gaze seemed artless and devoid of hidden meaning. I laid on my stomach as he directed, with my forehead on my hands. He began to move his hands over my shoulders once more. After a minute or two he paused. "What is it?" I asked him. It's your blouse, Delia" Roger explained. "It's in my way, and I'd hate to snag it. I could do much better for you if you would take it off." He didn't even ask this time, he just assumed I would do it as he sat back and waited. I found myself unbuttoning my blouse, and savoring the sensation of the silk slipping over my shoulders and down my arms as he pulled it off. I felt a shiver up my spine as my skin was exposed to the air. He traced that same path with his finger up my backbone until he reached my bra strap. Then suddenly I felt it release, and he continued all the way up to my neck. I should have stopped him at that point. I was sure my naked back under his hands was breaking all the office rules, not to mention my own personal ones. I didn't want to stop him though. His warm, firm hands on my skin felt too good. I admitted to myself that I was becoming a little aroused, but I still didn't think he was going to give me anything but a nice, relaxing massage. Roger got up on the table and sat beside me. He began kneading my shoulders in earnest, his strong fingers getting deep into tight muscles. I moaned slightly every now and then as he worked an especially tight spot. When he finished with my shoulders he straightened my arms and continued, squeezing and rubbing the tension out all the way to my fingertips. He slid my bra straps down my arms, and I lifted just enough for him to slide my bra all the way off. It felt good to lose that constraint, too. He had leaned closer and closer as his hands roved down my arms. When he got to my wrists he was nearly lying on top of me. I could feel the heat from his chest, and the pressure of his stomach against my lower back. His hands slid from my shoulders to my hands with just the right pressure until he reached my fingers, then tugging and squeezing on them he pulled the tension from me. I felt a quick chill when he sat up. It had made me very warm to have him that close. I'd wanted him to get closer still. Next he massaged my back. His hands pressed and kneaded their way from my shoulders to the waist of my skirt. I felt his hands at my side as he released the button and pulled the zipper down. I ignored the implications as I felt him push it down as he worked, his hands ever closer to the sensitive cleft of my ass. He stopped a couple of inches above the elastic of my bikini panties and changed direction to move up my sides. As his fingertips moved closer and closer to the swell of my breasts, I held my breath without even realizing it, until just brushing past them, he returned to my spine. I exhaled audibly as he caressed once more down the length of my back and then got up. He took my foot in his hand and worked the same magic on my toes as on my upper body. Tending to each one, gently tugging and rubbing and making the rest of my body feel wonderful in response. He then rubbed his thumb up the arch of my foot to my heel, grasping my foot in his hands and making me forget I had ever endured the torture of high heels from seven that morning until he took them off my aching feet. Gradually Roger's hands began to travel up my legs. He squeezed and kneaded and caressed my ankles and my calves. I was beginning to think I'd never been so relaxed in all my life. As his hands passed over my knees I began to have a different feeling. His actions were still the same, but it felt very different for me as his hands slid under the hem of my skirt. The anticipatory sensations I was feeling between my legs was beginning to make me wet. I began hoping his fingers would go higher. Roger's hands were right at the tops of my thighs, I could feel the tickle of nerves from him almost touching my swollen pussy lips. Whether subconsciously or purposefully I cannot say, but my body strained back toward him and his fingertip barely grazed my satin-covered lips. I felt him pause. I could feel the heat of his skin next to mine through the thin layer of light blue satin that separated us. Slowly he moved again, lightly tracing a very deliberate line along my slit and up the cleft that separated my bottom. I gasped and shivered visibly at the intimacy of his touch. "Do you want me to stop, Delia?" he asked as he paused with his fingertips barely under the elastic of my bikini panties. "No," I whispered, the breath barely escaping from my lips. "Please don't stop." He eased the satin over my hips at an agonizingly slow pace. I could feel every thread of the fabric as it glided over my skin, sending my already heightened nerves tingling. His fingers barely grazed the silky skin on my ass as he slid them under the elastic to the sides. He inched them down to my knees and then quickly slipped them off the rest of the way. His hands slid back up to my hips and grasped my skirt to pull it off too. I should have been embarrassed, but it felt too wonderful. There I was laying completely naked on the table in the conference room, my hot young assistant putting his hands on me to squeeze both sides of my bare ass in his hands. He took his time. He kneaded my flesh softly at first, then more firmly. I could feel his fingers wandering slowly downward. I gave into the sensations coursing through me and warming my most sensitive parts. As his fingers traveled closer to that vee at the top of my thighs I opened my legs to him. His hand slid between my thighs to cover my quivering pussy. He parted his fingers and drew his hand back toward himself so he placed even pressure on both sides of my slit. My moan was his encouragement, this time he slid a finger between the other two and parted the lips he was pressing against, dipping into my wetness before ending his stroke just short of my hot button. I pushed toward him, but his fingers had already slid down again. "Ohhh..." I sighed as he traced that same path back and forth. His leisurely pace was deliciously maddening. My whole body seemed like it was in the arousal zone, I could feel the heat trace of his hands everywhere on me... and the fire was centered right beneath his hand. By now Roger's fingers were easily gliding over my natural slipperiness. He slipped a finger just to the entrance of my pussy. I pushed back against him but he pulled it away, this time skimming his fingers up the divide between my ass cheeks and back down. I moaned as he paused to press against my ass just a little bit. His fingers immediately slid back down my slit, increasing the pressure a little as he parted my lips with two fingers. He pressed a finger to the slick entrance to my pussy, then pushed the tip of it into me, taking me by surprise and making me gasp. Roger trailed his fingers once more up between my ass cheeks, then traced a path down my thigh. He grasped my hips in his hands, and I could feel him pushing his knees between my thighs. He pulled me up, pushing my thighs apart and under me at the same time. I could feel the tip of his cock sliding against my slit. He paused at the wet entrance to my pulsing depths. He held me still for a moment. I could hear both of us breathing, mine quick and shallow, his slow and steady. Then he asked me again. "Do you want me to stop, Delia?" "No," I answered softly, "please don't stop." The words were barely out of my mouth when he pulled me onto him hard as he thrust his hips forward. His cock pushed aside my snug inner walls until he bounced off my cervix. Roger quickly drew back, then buried himself to his balls once again. I braced my hands on the table and pushed back into him stroke for stroke as he fucked me hard and fast. The way he was fucking me was such an abrupt change from his gentle massage. The switch threw me a little off balance. I felt Roger's hands inching toward my breasts. Then he captured them in his hands, kneading and tugging on them and using them to pull me back and forth on his cock. I could feel my inner muscles tensing, feel the heat from our bodies making me wetter with each stroke of his hard shaft. My moans increased as he gently pulled and tugged on my nipples. I brought my hand down between my legs and began to rub my clit. Roger slowed the pace with his throbbing cock, pinching and twisting my nipples harder. I shuddered, my ass rubbing against him as he pushed deeply into me once again. My inner muscles squeezed hard around him and my body arched as my orgasm exploded through me. Roger released his grip on my nipples to grip my hips once more. He groaned as his fingers dug into my flesh. He held me there, grinding the head of his cock against my cervix, and I could feel his cock pulsing inside me as he filled me with his cum. As the spasms in our bodies subsided, Roger leaned over me. He held himself up with one hand, wrapping the other around my waist and holding me against him still. He slid his hand over my stomach and down over my thigh, making me shiver. He kissed my back between my shoulder blades as his softening cock slipped from me and he got up. Roger helped me turn over, then sat down beside me and took me into his arms. He kissed me, his tongue roving over my mouth lazily. When he finally released me, he smiled and looked in my eyes. "Did you enjoy your massage, Delia?" he asked. "Was it everything you'd hoped it would be?" He smiled at me as though he'd known all along. I smiled back into his eyes. It didn't matter. It had been wonderful from start to finish and I told him so. I was so relaxed I wasn't going to go back to work. I told him that to. He reacted exactly as I'd hoped he would, and asked if I minded if he stayed with me anyway. We didn't leave the conference room until about six the next morning, when we showered in the company gym and then went out for breakfast. Roger got the promotion I put him up for a few weeks ago and I miss him as my assistant. But I don't worry about working late at the office any more. We still get together for a 'conference' a couple of times a week. Working Late Chip brought in the Chinese take-out I'd ordered. We had been working nonstop for hours now, preparing for the board of trustees meeting the next day. It was almost seven and I was famished. "Ms. Caulfield, they didn't have any duck sauce." He handed me an eggroll in a waxed paper sleeve. "Oh well, we'll have to soldier on without it." Chip was my new executive assistant and he was shaping up well, able to keep up with my grueling pace. This was not the first time he had worked late with me, but we had never had the office to ourselves. Even the cleaner had gone home. As I dipped into the sweet and sour pork, I noticed his tie dangling into the General Tso's chicken carton and narrowly avoided choking on my mouthful. "Chip," I laughed, "You're a mess." I watched him as his handsome face took on the comical shape of surprise and embarrassment. His fashionable tie was dripping sauce, threatening his crisp white shirt. I leaned over and caught the tie in a napkin. His hands brushed mine as he took over the napkin and tie. The contact sent unexpected ripples of excitement through my chest, startling me. I had noticed his trim waist, broad shoulders and long legs when I hired him, but had only registered these features in passing. But now I studied him more closely. He was of an unusual coloring, with black hair and blue eyes, and his tan forearms hinted at a toned physique. As I watched, he loosened his tie and slipped it off. I found myself wondering what he looked like under his dress shirt, then jerked my thoughts back in line. I had no business looking at him like that. I focused on my food, trying to distract myself with maneuvering my chopsticks. When I looked up, I found Chip looking at me intently. "You need to relax, Ms.Caulfield. Tomorrow's meeting is just a meeting. You're getting too tense about it." It was true I was tense, my neck and back muscles knotted and aching. "You're right. But it's hard, so much is riding on this presentation. If Henderson doesn't go for our pitch, it could mean-" "No," Chip interrupted. "You need to relax, not think about Henderson. Forget him for a minute." Relaxing went against my grain. I was a type A, always working, always striving to achieve my goals. Relaxing was something other people did. Chip must have seen this on my face. "Before I started here, I was a massage therapist. It taught me how much more productive people are when they take time to destress. Here, let me help. Slip off those shoes. I'll give you a foot rub." I hesitated. This was not inappropriate, per se. My last assistant, Angela, had occasionally massaged my temples when I developed migraines. But Angela was a middle-aged, maternal woman. Not a hot young man. "C'mon," he coaxed. "It'll do you good." I continued to waver. "It's been a long day and I bet those shoes are uncomfortable." I decided that if I got more pleasure than was professional, he didn't have to know. I could satisfy the rising itch when I got home, armed with a vibrator and a vivid imagination. "Sure, Chip, that would be great." He pulled over the ottoman I liked to put my feet up on when reading long reports. Seating himself, he picked up my right foot and let it rest on his knee. "Those shoes are bad for your feet. Your tendons and joints become misaligned." "Hmm... I know you're right, but it's part of the look." He stroked the ball of my foot with his thumb and worked his way towards the heel. Boy, he was good at this. I closed my eyes and let my mind run free. I imagined his strong, warm hands roaming over my body, imagined how good his taut collarbone would feel under my tongue. "See, your ankles get twisted." He adjusted my foot so that he could reach the ankle, continued his massage. I was deep in my fantasy of unzipping his trousers when he moved on to my calf. "Then your muscles get knotted from the unnatural position of your feet." "Mmm." I had flashes of erotic positions flit through my mind as his hands touched me, and squirmed a little in my seat. I wanted to move a little to ease my tension with the feeling of the smooth flow of my silk panties over my shaven pussy, but my ankle was securely tucked against his side as he worked over the back of my calf. Chip had me immobilized in his grip. "You're really tight in here," he said as he switched to the front of my leg, up by the knee. He gently pulled my leg onto his lap and rubbed my knee with the palms of his hands. "I'm warming the muscles now, loosening things up." He expertly massaged all around the kneecap then started on the sides of my knees. This was more than a foot rub, but he was being professional and detached, so I let him continue. What he didn't know about my thoughts wouldn't hurt him. I was disappointed when he shifted, seemingly ready to stop. But no, he was adjusting his position to better work on the tendons and muscles behind my knee and above the knee crease. I drifted off under his expert touch. My entire leg lay across his lap and my skirt had ridden up. I had intense images fleeting through my mind. I burned hot between my legs, longing to touch myself, touch him. "OK, other foot." He eased my right leg off his lap and gestured for my left foot. This brought me back to the reality of the situation, getting a friendly massage, not ravishing my executive assistant. I let him put my foot on his knee again. He went through the same routine with my left foot, starting on the sole of my foot, then the ankle, up the calf to my knee. I was no longer drifting on fantasies, acutely aware of every stroke and caress as if he had a direct connection to my clitoris. He shifted my leg for better access to my knee and my pussy lips shifted too. It was exquisite torture. When he began on the back of my thigh, he asked, "Is this good?" I didn't trust myself to speak normally so I made an affirmative noise. "Your hamstrings and quadriceps are tight too. You don't relax enough, Ms. Caulfield." He switched to massaging the top of my thigh. My skirt had ridden up more. If it rode up much further, the tops of my stockings would show. Chip had now moved up the outside of my thigh, over my skirt, and did something wonderful with the whole muscle group. I couldn't help it, I sighed. "That's right, you need to loosen up. I bet your adductor muscles could use some attention." He shifted my leg again and said, "Let's start down here. These are your hamstrings." He was massaging the back of my thigh, palm on the inner thigh and fingers curling around. When he moved his hand up my skirt, I didn't stop him. He now placed the flat of his hand against my inner thigh and massaged the muscle there. The tips of his fingers slid up beyond the lacey top of my stocking as he worked his way up. I quivered inside. I was about to object when he said, "This is your adductor group. You're remarkably tense here." I found I couldn't stop him. His hand worked higher and higher, still expertly manipulating my muscles in a way that showed he had indeed been trained. When his hand slid above my stocking, he said, "Good, it's easier without anything in the way." He worked some more in silence. If he went much further, he'd touch my panties, which I was sure were sopping wet by now. I held my breath, waiting to see what he would do. He had been an entirely professional massage therapist until now, and I anticipated him finishing and removing his hands from my flesh, my aching, quivering flesh that longed for more. Instead his fingertips brushed the crotch of my panties. "Ms. Caulfield, I think you're holding tension here, too." He rubbed gently against my panties, the lightest touch. He looked into my eyes. "Wouldn't you agree?" "Yes," I whispered. "I'm very tense." He smiled at me. "Let me take care of that for you. Just relax." The sexual tension had tightened me up despite his massage, but now I relaxed into it, let everything go, let him take charge. He grasped my ankle and bent my leg so that he could kiss the inside of my thigh, just above the knee. It felt as if there was nothing else in the world but his mouth and my body. I closed my eyes and focused on the gentle movement of his lips, slippery against my stockings, his hot breath. Each kiss, each flick of his tongue brought him closer to my clitoris, which was pulsing with the beat of my heart. A braided cord of excitement drew a line between my pussy and the heat building in my stomach. I yielded to his gentle pressure as he spread my legs. He just barely touched my panties as his kisses led him deeper between my legs. Each touch pushed me higher and when he reached the bare skin of my thigh I let out a deep moan. His fingers continued lightly stroking the crotch of my panties. I was beginning to pant. My skirt was pushed up around my waist now. With achingly slow movements, Chip's hand made its way up my outer thigh and hip until he reached the string waist of my silk bikinis. His other hand joined. I helped him pull my panties off. The wet fabric clung to my smooth lips. I was dripping wet. The cool air on my overheated pussy made me cry out and spread my legs wider. I wanted to be touched there. I wanted to be filled. But Chip continued his light kisses up my thigh. I writhed and cried out. I couldn't stand the slow progress of his mouth, but he wouldn't relent. Finally he made his way to my slit. I gasped in anticipation of the touch of his tongue on my clitoris, but discovered instead that he planned to tease me more. He licked and sucked at my outer lips. I thrust my pelvis forward, but he did not answer my desires. I ached with longing, I needed to cum. I had never wanted a man so much. When he withdrew his head from between my legs I begged him, "Please." "The night has just begun," he said with a wicked smile. He unbuttoned his shirt and slipped it off. He was as muscular and well-formed as I had imagined. I reached out to stroke his smooth skin and hard muscles. He leaned in to kiss me and I tasted myself on his tongue. I wrapped my legs around his waist and pulled him closer as our kiss went on and on. My bare sex pressed against the bulge in his trousers and I squirmed against him. I tried to unbutton his pants, but he pushed my hands away. Trailing his agonizing kisses down my neck, he untucked my blouse and ran his hands up my torso. I quickly unbuttoned my blouse, eager for his hands and mouth to touch my erect nipples, but again my desires were frustrated. He traced the edges of my bra with his fingertips as he licked and sucked at my neck. I had crammed my pussy against the erection trapped in his pants and rubbed myself against him, in the hopes of some kind of relief. When he unhooked my bra I thought he would relent, but no, he continued his teasing, letting his fingertips trail across my skin, coming near to my nipples but never touching them. He nuzzled in my cleavage and after an eternity, he finally fastened his lips on one of my nipples. He rapidly flicked my nipple with his tongue, and then just barely scraped his teeth against it. I cried out my pleasure. "You like that, do you?" he asked. I groaned in agreement. He returned his attention to my breasts, satisfying my hunger for his touch. He was sending me higher and higher. I thought it would be impossible to contain so much pleasure without an orgasm, but it continued, wave after wave. My cries filled the office. His hands were back on my spread legs, massaging my inner thighs as his mouth explored my nipples. He worked his way up my legs, and his thumbs found my outer lips, gently spread them. Then, finally, finally, he grazed my clit with his fingertips. An animal sound escaped me. I was now perched on the very edge of my office chair, Chip kneeling in front of me. His fingers were exploring, and then he inserted one finger. My moans encouraged him and he added another finger, slippery with my wetness. He glided his fingers in and out, dexterously rotating until he hit my g-spot. I cried out, the unbearable pleasure ambushing me. "That's the spot?" he asked, rubbing again. I made a strangled sound and nodded, unable to speak. My consciousness narrowed down to the only thing in my universe, this ecstasy, ready to ride the wave of orgasm that was rising, rising— And he stopped. He withdrew his fingers and stroked my outer lips. It left me gasping and shuddering and burning. I had to cum. I had to. I squirmed and rubbed myself against him. When he leaned in to kiss me, I captured him in a thrusting duel of tongues. Our kiss seemed to last forever. I poured all my passion and need into it, devouring him. Finally he yielded and began a rhythmic stroking of my clit with his thumb, and his fingers slipped in, once more finding my sweet spot. Suddenly his tongue joined, soft and silky on my clit. It pushed me over and my orgasm went on and on, body pulled tight around a super-heated core. At last it ended, leaving me covered in sweat, panting, weak. He only let me recover for a moment. Eyes closed, I felt something touching me, rubbing against my inner lips. I looked down and saw his cock poised to enter. I wrapped my legs around him and drew him in. Like my fantasy, he slid in, slow and deep and hard. My body started to spasm, squeezing his member. His girth and my wetness and the incredible friction seemed to take over my universe. He moved slowly, withdrawing almost all the way before sliding in. Each long slow stroke stoked a rising fire in my belly. Sensing my heat, he thrust more quickly. The feeling was rising again, each wave of pleasure bringing me higher until all was obliterated as I came again. When the wave let me go, I fell back into time and found Chip pounding into me. "Yes," I urged him. With a huge groan he dumped his load deep inside me. We slowly came back to reality. Chip withdrew with a wet sound and a dribble of liquid. He kissed my damp neck and murmured, "Feeling better, Ms. Caulfield?" I laughed weakly and said, "You can call me Hillary." Working Late I was an office manager of an accounting firm; it was my job to make sure everything ran smoothly. I decided to hire a new secretary at the office. I had a few people but I decided to go with this girl because it was her first job and I could pay her practically nothing and get the same results if I hired some experienced person. Her name was Kristina; she liked to be called Kris. She had just turned 19 years old. She was probably 5 foot 5 inches with short bouncy brown hair. Nice firm ass with small pear shaped breasts. She would make anyone at the office turn to pudding. Anyway we worked closely for two months before tax season came around, I told her that she was doing fine and things were about to get steadily busy. It would require a lot of time and effort on her part. Kris agreed and she stayed to help out through tax time. At night we wore what we wanted to, so one night she came in a pair of jeans and a belly shirt. Man, seeing her like that made my cock get rock hard. I decided to order out for a late dinner because we would be here till probably about midnight. I ordered pizza and had a few beers put in the fridge. We started to drink the beers and get to work. Probably about an hour into it Kris started to get tired, I asked her if she wanted a lift home and she said that is sweet of me and said that she could make it a little longer. So she grabbed another beer and started copying documents. I turned on some music and I don't think she realized she was dancing and swaying her ass and hips to the music. Man was it hot, she then must have seen me looking and said, and "hey you like what you see" I was stunned like a deer in headlights. I just shook my head and she smiled. She then turned to face me and started dancing and playing with her hair. It was a beautiful sight I'll tell you that. She slowly started getting closer to me and started unbuttoning her pants. She showed me a little of her black silk panties. I wanted to tell her to stop but all that came out was holy shit… She was starting to pull off her pants; right there in the office I sat down in the leather office chair and enjoyed the show. Man was that ass more perfect than I could have imagined. She rubbed her ass on my crotch, which was already rock hard. She then took her top off and I instantly reached to caress her breasts. She didn't resist so I continued that and started to make my way down to her vagina. She had extremely soft skin, and she shaved her bush. I wanted to fuck her brains out right there on the board room desk. She turned to face me and started to lick and kiss my neck and ears. I couldn't help it anymore I unzipped my pants and let out my cock. She wasted no time she went down on me licking and sucking on my cock. This girl had a very pretty mouth, and she knew just how to suck cock. Kris sucked my cock into her mouth and fondled my balls. She sucked my balls into her mouth ever so gently. Kris started pumping my cock and I almost blew it right there in her face, however she slowed down and said "not yet boss man" I want you to eat my pussy. I quickly got up and put her on the table and started licking her from her ears to her neck. Slowly I went down her stomach; of course I stopped to say hello to those beautiful breasts. I sucked each one into my mouth and tweaked her nipples. I made my way down to the belly button and I could smell the love juices flowing and she was already moaning. I finally made it to her pussy when I parted her lips and attacked that shit like the Japanese on Pearl Harbor. She had no idea what hit her. After about five minuets she came all over the desk and on herself. I slid her towards the end of the desk and took some of her juices and slopped them on my knob. I then put my cock at the opening of heaven and entered those pearly gates. I started slowly but that stopped quickly, this girl was tight and I loved the feeling on my cock. I wanted it to never end. I fucked faster and faster. I pulled out and crawled up on the table with her and rolled her over onto all fours and started to fuck her doggie-style. I could see her little tits swaying with each push forward. This girl was getting so hot she came again and her whole body shook. I couldn't help but cum too. I shot it in her I didn't care. I was to far gone to care. I pulled it out, and she lay down and I sat in the chair. After we both caught our breath we decided to use the showers in the office. When we got there we started to shower each other when my cock got hard again and she started to caress my cock again. Man this girl was unstoppable. I let her suck my cock while I stood under the showerhead. Man that was a great feeling, I got really excited when she turned around and she asked me to fuck her in the shower. However, she wanted me to fuck her this time in the ass. I was more than happy to oblige. I stuck my cock into her opening and she moaned a little with pain. I thought her pussy was tight, good lord with every push I thought my cock would break off in her ass. It didn't of course but I only lasted about two minuets before I pulled out and was going to jerk myself off, but she quickly turned around and sucked me off and I blew my wad in her mouth and she swallowed it all up. We finished showering and got dressed. We called it a night and I took her home, she said "can I stay with you tonight". Hum let me think uh hell yeah. We went back to her place a little apartment not bad for a teenager on her own. She opened the door and we went to the kitchen where she poured us a drink. Glenfiddich scotch, not bad taste either. Well you can just imagine what happened next. You were wrong; I heard a noise that sounded like another female. It was her 21-year-old roommate. Damn Smokey… that's a story for another day. Working Late I had decided to take a 2nd shift job over the summer between my junior and senior years of college. I was in between girlfriends at the time and thought that a stocking job would be the perfect thing for a break after a hard session of school. I worked with a large mixed group of men and women for one of the large discount department stores. We worked the from 2:00 until not long after 9:00 or 10:00 depending on the work load. I worked the Monday through Friday shift. The first weeks went well. I got to know a number of the crew. I noticed a group of guys who seemed to have a lot of fun working and playing together. They were doing what I was working the summer between college sessions. They were all in their early twenties. I got assigned to work near Paul, who was 22. His buddies were Ron, Mark, Peter and Steve. Paul and I got to know each other and were soon getting to be good friends. The 3rd Friday there, Paul invited me to join the guys afterwards for their trip to a local bar. "You’ll enjoy it." He said. After we punched out, I gave Paul a ride over to the bar. He was a roommate of Mark and Steve and they drove the other guys to the bar. There was plenty of good natured kidding, although I noticed more touch between the guys than others. Paul was starting to touch me as well, back slaps and touches on the shoulder. I also had noticed that he had a good body and had stayed in good shape by throwing the boxes around at work. Paul invited me to join him in a booth. "So are you dating anyone, Ben?" "No, broke up last semester. We’d been going strong, but she wanted to go to another college next fall and I’m pretty comfortable where I’m at." I answered. Paul grinned as he asked the next question. "So do you miss the sex?" These guys had been talking blunt about sex and it wasn’t too embarrassing for me. "Yeah, a guy gets horny. You guys seem ok there." Paul smiled slyly. "We have our ways. In fact I’m supposed to interview you about that." "About what." "How me and the guys deal with our sex drives." He looked around. It was a bit loud and not so private in the bar. "Would you want to come with me to the apartment?’ "Sure." I answered. I was glad that I told my parents I would be out late tonight. "Great, I’ll let the guys know." Paul said. We got in my car and drove to Paul’s apartment. Once there we went to his room. Paul had a bed, a desk and computer, couple of chairs and dresser as furniture. Paul sat down at the desk and fired up the computer, he motioned for me to sit next to him. "Let’s surf some fun websites." Paul logged online. We looked at some fun sites with naked people having sex. My cock was getting kind of hard as Paul then moved on to a gay website. "You ever looked at his stuff?" I admitted that I had once and a while. He showed me photos of guys sucking each other off and fucking each other in the ass. He pointed out their cocks. "Have you ever pondered trying things like that?" Paul pointed to a page with thumbnail photos of guys having sex. "What do you mean?" "Well, you are a good looking guy." He said. "Do you mind me telling you that?" "No." Paul moved a little closer to me. He put a hand on my thigh. "Have you ever thought about doing it with a guy?" I blushed and felt my cock get a little stiff in my pants. "Well, I have thought about it once or twice." "Does it intrigue you?" Paul asked moving his hand higher up my thigh. It’s warmth felt good. "Yes it does." I blushed a little more and felt my cock get a bit stiffer. Paul slide his hand all the way up, I felt him cupping my cock and balls through my jeans. "I’d say you are more than intrigued about it. Would you like to try it?" Paul’s warm hand on my cock felt very good. "Sure." I heard myself answer. "Excellent." Paul answered. "I’ve been thinking about getting into your pants since you started working with us." Paul moved his face closer to mine. My hard cock was now thinking for me. His lips touched mine. It felt good. I felt his tongue probe at my lips, I opened my mouth further and kissed him harder. Paul broke the kiss and stood up. "Let’s get naked." He began removing his clothing. He also, logged off the computer and turned down the lights so that just the desk lamp was on. I stood and began getting naked. I paused to watch him as he slide his pants and underwear down in one motion and stood up his hard cock was pointing straight out. He smiled as he noticed my stare. "Ok let’s see yours." I finished getting naked. Paul looked me over and stepped closer. "Nice cock there, Ben." "Thanks." Paul reached down and wrapped his hand around my cock. He stroked it. It felt good. I reached down and did the same. After a lifetime of only feeling one hard cock, his felt great. It was like mine only a little longer and thicker. It was fun feeling the way the skin slide around the hard shaft. Paul pulled me close with his other hand and moved in to kiss. It was a delight. My qualms about sex with a man were gone, this was going to be fun. We lay back on the bed. Paul had my lie on my back. "Lay back and enjoy this." He said with a grin. "I’m going to suck you off. Don’t worry about warning me when you cum, just let it go and enjoy it." Paul licked his way down my abdomen. He stopped to play with my nipples and then kept moving down. Soon he reached my cock. He gently licked the tip and then engulfed the head in his mouth and let it slide in. I moaned in joy. His mouth was wet and warm on my cock. He sucked me up and down for a bit. Occasionally stopping to lick my cock head. He also sucked on my balls. He was doing a better job than my girlfriend had ever done. I was soon getting close to cumming. My breathing picked up and Paul increased his pace on my cock, giving it long steady strokes. My cock exploded a load of cum into his mouth. Paul sucked hard as I moaned loud at the joy. "There now, how was that." He grinned. I smiled back. "That was great." Paul moved back up next to me. He moved in for a kiss. I could taste my cum in his mouth. ‘Now it’s your turn to do me." Paul motioned for me to move and he lay back on the bed. I studied his naked body and his hard cock and balls for a few moments and then dove right at it. I took a tentative lick then took his cock head into my mouth. It was interesting as his cock filled my mouth. I had crossed over from the strictly hetero world and was going bi. I wasn’t going to turn back. I concentrated on doing all the things I liked having done to my cock. I licked the head and even gave his balls some tongue. Soon I was sucking up and down on his shaft. "Damn that’s good." Paul moaned. "You’re a quick learner." I continued my sucking and was soon rewarded with Paul’s louder moans as he was getting closer. He came with a loud moan, his cock shooting its load over my tongue. I sucked hard and enjoyed my first taste of another man’s semen. "Oh that was nice." Paul said. I climbed next to him and we rested for a bit. Paul told me about when he had first discovered the joys of sex with guys. He’d discovered it a few years ago. He still enjoyed doing women but he said this took care of being horny and was fun besides. We touched each other as we talked. I soon felt Paul’s cock getting hard again. "Now there’s something else I want to do with you." He said. "Have you thought about getting fucked in the ass?" Paul had his hand on my cock as he asked. It got very hard. "Yes." I admitted. "I’ve jacked off with my finger in my ass and enjoyed it." "Cool, that’s the first step." Paul got up and went to get some lube. "I know you will like this. And after I do you, you can do me." He grinned. "Now lets get you prepped." Paul said. Paul had me roll over on my belly and raise my ass. He got between my legs and began feeling my ass crack. He ran his fingers up and down, stopping to play with my anal pucker. Then I felt a lubed finger playing with my hole. Paul rimmed it and then slowly slid the finger in. He worked some more lube in and then I felt him work a second finger in. He began to slowly finger fuck me, sliding his two fingers in and out of my asshole. It felt good. "How’s that feeling?" Paul asked. "Great." I answered. It did. I could feel the appeal of anal sex. Paul worked a little more lube in. Then he pulled his fingers out. I heard him putting lube on his cock. "I’m going to put my cock head up to your hole." Paul said. "I’ll take it slowly, let me know how it’s going." I felt his cock head being rubbed up and down my ass crack. It felt good. I also missed the fingers in my ass. I felt his cock head at my pucker. "Now just imagine my cock head sliding in." Paul said. "Imagine it going in as I push." Paul slowly pushed. I felt my hole opening up and the cock working it’s way in. It eased its way in. It felt great. "The head’s in, How does it feel?" Paul asked. "Very good." I moaned. "Same here." Paul said. He slid the rest of his shaft in. Soon I felt his pubic hairs on my ass cheeks. "I’m all the way in. How does that feel?" "Great." I moaned again. "Yes it does. Man your ass feels good." Paul started slowly sliding his cock in and out. I felt his hands on my hips. It felt great. Paul started pumping me a bit faster. The feeling was strange to begin with, but it was good. It soon felt better as he built up speed. He gave me nice long and deep strokes with his cock. I was loving getting fucked. "Damn Ben, this is good." "Ummm.," was all I could say. I was enjoying the feeling of my ass filed with his hard cock. I loved the feeling of his cock sliding in and out of my ass. His hands were tightening on my hips as he began to thrust harder and harder. The sound of his cock made a slippery, squishy sound as it went in and out. Paul’s breathing was getting faster and deeper and so was mine. Paul kept his pace going. I could feel a warm glow building in my ass. My cock was also feeling good. I could feel myself building to a climax as well. Paul’s cock was doing its thing to my prostate. He pumped my ass harder, thrusting his cock deep with each in stroke. His cock filling my asshole. "Oh man," Paul moaned. Paul pumped my ass harder. I could feel my own cock building to an orgasm. I gave a long moan as my cock shot off on the bed. The orgasm was incredible and intense. I’d never cum that hard or with out touching my cock. Paul’s cock in my ass made it even stronger. Paul’s deep thrusts went a few more time and then he moaned loudly and unloaded his cock in my ass. Paul leaned over my back and breathed deep for a bit as his cock softened in my ass. "That was very good." Paul said as he leaned back up and eased his cock out. "Wait there a sec." He grabbed a towel from near the bed and wiped his cock and my ass. "That was good." I said as he lay on the bed next to me. "I really enjoyed that." "Cool." He said. "I’m glad." We hugged and kissed some more and talked about sex and guys. I did get to fuck him in ass later that was very intense as well, I had never fucked my last girlfriend in the ass. I also let him fuck me two more times that night, once on my back, it was great to watch him as he fucked me and as he came. The other time was in the shower. It was a great night. I headed home in the early hours. Paul and I now get together after work several nights a week for good sex. We’re not in love, just a couple of guys taking care of each other. Working Late I had been tasked to do a long-term project at work. It started in the February, and I had to move offices, over to one of our other plants. The office that our team was to use, was also shared by the company Sales and Marketing team. Whilst we had no actually daily work connection with the Sales and Marketing Team, we did chat and have a laugh with them during the day. One girl in particular was stunning; her name was Jo, and I’m not entirely sure what she did, other than sit behind a computer all day and brighten up the office! She was quite short, with shoulder length blonde hair, and always wore the most striking outfits; all were figure hugging, and just revealing enough to be tantalising. Every now and then during the project, we’d be in the room together alone, and she showed her colours as a complete flirt. One afternoon especially she and I had been left alone whilst everyone else was out, and we flirted outrageously. The day went quite quickly, as we were actually both quite busy. 5.30 came and went, and everyone else had packed up and gone home apart from Jo and myself. We were both wading through our respective workloads, and it was going to be a late one. Around 7, the Manager who worked in the small office just off ours, got up and left. The room was suddenly eerily quiet, apart from Jo and myself hammering away on our keyboards. “How are you getting on?” she asked me about twenty minutes after the boss had left. “Not bad – I’m just about finished.” I replied “What about you?” She said nothing, but instead got up, and walked slowly over to my desk, where she sat down on a chair facing me. She lifted her feet up onto my desk and reclined in the chair. “Is there anything I can do to help finish you off?!” she said, keeping constant eye contact, and licking her lips slowly. “What did you have in mind?!” I asked, getting very turned on suddenly. Jo smiled, and stood up. She walked over to the door of the Manager’s office, and opened it. Through the window I watched her walk in, and sit on the edge of his desk. She slowly unbuttoned her blouse, and whilst looking through the glass at me, she started to caress her breasts through her black satin bra. She put her feet on the chair that sat in front of the desk, and spread her knees apart, before she slowly reeled up the hem of her skirt, and started rubbing the gusset of her black satin knickers. I stood up, and slowly walked over to the doorway, and leant against the doorframe. I just stood, watching Jo turn herself on. I then watched her slide one of her hands slowly behind her knickers, and then slide down into them. Jo sighed heavily as she touched herself, she then groaned as she slid a finger inside herself. She then paused, and looked straight at me. “I’ve been sitting at my desk all day, getting so wet just thinking about having you inside me..” she sighed .. “are you going to come here and join my day dream?!” I smiled, and walked over to her. She spread her legs either side of me, and reached for my flies. In seconds my trousers were undone, and had slid to the floor, and I reached for her knickers. Jo lifted herself off the desk slightly and I slid the skimpy garments off her. I stood up in front of her, and she delicately took my cock in her hands. She slowly wanked my cock until it was completely rigid, and she then splayed her legs wide. I held her legs behind her knees. She guided my now throbbing cock to her entrance, and as the tip touched her damp labia she sighed. She held my hips, and pulled me towards her, and I looked down to watch as my cock spread her pussy and then slid into her. “Oh God Yes!” she whispered. I leant towards her, lifting her legs higher, and Jo leant back onto her elbows, resting on the desk. I started slowly sliding in and out of her, and I watched as Jo closed her eyes slowly, biting her lip in bliss. I couldn’t believe how wet she was – moving in and out of her tight cavity was effortless, and felt incredible. I pushed deeper and deeper into her each time I penetrated her, and I was soon sliding so deeply inside her that she arched her back and gasped softly with each penetration. I lifted her legs up onto my shoulders and leant forwards, putting my hands on the desk either side of her hips. I was now pushing so hard and deeply that I could feel my balls brush past her moist labia with every push. The veins on her neck started to grow and become obvious as she tensed. I knew that she was getting near a climax, and I kept up the slow rhythm, sliding slowly out of her, pausing, and then slowly sliding as far into her as I could push. She was soon gasping, and she finally raised her head to look straight at me, her face flushed as she tensed and shuddered. “Oh yes” she whispered “that’s it … I’m c-cumming ….” With that I felt Jo’s pussy squeeze my cock hard, and she shuddered wildly under me as a huge climax swept through her gorgeous body. She then sighed a huge sigh, and relaxed, lying flat back down on the desk, her breasts rising and falling as she breathed heavily, trying to catch her breath. She finally raised her head again, and looked at me, grinning wildly. “I think it’s time you finished off too …” she said with a wink. “Is that such a good idea?” I asked, as subtly as I could. “Don’t worry about it” she said with a smile “I just want to feel you cum inside me” I started back up again, this time thrusting slightly harder into her, and Jo closed her eyes and groaned a long, sexy groan. I put my hands on her hips making it easier to thrust inside her, and I hammered deep inside her, revelling in the sensations her pussy was creating. Jo looked at me with a serious look “that’s it fuck me” she whispered, egging me on. I continued screwing her, looking into her gorgeous eyes as she egged me on. “Harder” she whispered “let me feel you fill me with your cum” In no time at all, I felt a welling sensation down below, and my cock grew yet more. I suddenly tensed as I felt my balls contract, and I shuddered as I reached my peak. I felt the blissful sensation as I injected my thick fluid deep into her soaking pussy, and I continued until I was completely spent. As I felt my cum fill her, and her pussy become slippery with my fluid inside her, I watched as Jo shuddered through another climax herself, and together we relaxed. I slipped slowly from between her legs, and she sat up, with a HUGE smile in her face. She took my spent cock in her hand and gently caressed it, sliding my foreskin back and forth slowly and gently. “Now THAT was better than any day-dream!” she whispered We got dressed, and after leaving the building I drove her home, but that’s another story! Working Late I saw a light on and knew you were working late. Alone at your desk, your jacket would be off, your sleeves rolled up, you would be concentrating hard on important things. It would me too bad if you were interrupted, wouldn't it? I slip in the office and quietly toe off my sandals so the creak of the leather straps won't give me away. I take the pins out of my hair at the same time, and as I slowly walk up behind you it falls around my shoulders. I lean over you and my hair falls against your white shirt. You lean back and turn, a smile on your lips, and mine. Without a word you rise and stand in front of me, your arms out. I take one more step and I can smell the soap you used this morning in the shower, the scent of your aftershave and fax paper. I look down and see you have been doing paperwork, your desk is littered with copies of reports, faxes, printouts and message slips in pink and yellow. You sweep it all on to the carpet and pat the desk. I sit on the edge of the desk and you stand between my knees, move closer to hold me and nuzzle my neck. You know just the way my ears are sensitive, you gently inhale and exhale on one ear and I arch toward you. You were waiting for that. You stroke my breasts, the cotton of my shirt is soft on your palms and on my nipples, which tighten at your touch. You lean down to put your mouth on one nipple, unbuttoning the white shirt to reach inside and taste my skin. You suckle gently at first and then more strongly, your teeth pulling slightly on my nipple as your fingers pinch and squeeze my other breast. You are careful not to hurt me, but I want more, I want to feel your teeth and tongue, I want to feel your whiskers on my skin. You move again to nuzzle my neck and bite my earlobe, then take my other breast in your mouth to kiss and tease and bite softly. Your hands are not idle either, moving down to gather the hem of my skirt and draw it upward to my knees, putting your hands on my knees to push the material up my bare legs. You pull me toward you, pushing my thighs apart to lean against me, the material of my skirt and your slacks still between us. I can feel you through all those layers of clothing. You are hard with wanting to be inside of me, as I am wet with wanting you deep in side of me. Your hands slide up my hips to the waistband of my skirt, are you shocked to discover there is nothing else under there, just me, and your hands. My fingers fumble at the buckle on your belt, it is just too complicated a mechanical device for me to deal with just now. You finish unbuttoning my shirt and then unbuckle your own belt for me. I slide the slacks down over your strong thighs, my nails running lightly over your skin as the material covering us both disappears. Still on the edge of the desk, I put my arms around your shoulders as you step into me again, this time no barrier of clothing between the wet and warm center of me and the hard throbbing center of you. We kiss. It is a long, wet, probing kiss, a duel of tongues and chins and noses, our breathing quickening, our heartbeats pounding a rhythm to follow. I can feel your cock against my pussy, teasingly close but not quite where I want you. I put one hand down to stroke you, to feel the velvety soft skin and tease the tip, rubbing the small dot of moisture there all over the head of your cock, pulling slightly to make you throb even more against my palm. You move your face lower, to open your mouth on my neck just below my ear. You are breathing even harder than I am, sucking on the skin of my neck, letting me feel your teeth, tasting the pulse there. I let my head fall back as you move lower to tongue my nipples again, now even harder than before, and your hand slips down my belly to cup my pussy, fondle and stroke me, matching the rhythm to our heartbeats, thrusting your fingers in me as I stroke the hard length of your cock. I have buried my face in your shoulder, muffling the cries coming from the back of my throat, inhaling the clean scent of your skin and tasting your sweat with my tongue, my mouth open on your skin. I put my mouth next to your ear, "Take me Bruce, take me right now, I can't stand anymore". You pull me off the desk and turn me around. You kiss the back of my shoulder, brushing my hair aside and moving closer. Your lips on my ear from behind as I turn my head to you, "Now, Maggie?" "Yes, Bruce." You know what I like. I bend forward at the waist, my hands on the desk. You reach forward to open me to you, your fingers part my labia and enter me, then you guide yourself to me, replacing your searching fingers with your hard cock. Your chest is firm and strong on my back, your arms along side mine, palms planted on the desk blotter. I arch my back as you thrust the first time, and I cry out with how good you feel inside of me, hard and hot and ohmygodsodeep. I want you never to stop, thrusting and throbbing and filling me with the strength of you. You take one hand off the desk to finger my clitoris as you move inside of me. I can't take much more, and you are only warming up. I can feel the climax tighten and spiral inside of me. I am just about to fall forward on the desk when you put your arms around me and say in my ear "your turn to drive." You lay back on the desk and motion me forward. My knees are still shaky as I climb on the desk with you. You pull me over you and I get the idea. I lean down and kiss you and then lower my self over you. Your cock is even harder now, and stands at attention to greet me, to invite me. I guide you inside me and never notice the desk is hard or that the janitor could be doing his rounds already. I rock back a little as you start to play with my clit again, flicking your fingers lightly over that little bud of sensation. I start to thrust faster as you do so, feeling you rise to meet me and grow even harder deep within me. I lean over and put my hands on either side of your face, you smile and catch one nipple in your mouth. I move faster and you start to moan, your eyes close and I lose track as your moans and mine start to come in sync, our bodies thrusting to meet and close the connection of electricity between us. I feel that spiral again and as my muscles tighten around you I hear your cry of release and feel you come deep inside me, mixing your life force with mine and my back arches, my head thrown back I cry out my own orgasm. You reach for me and hold me close to your chest as we catch our breath. Working Late Paul looked at the glowing screen of his computer. He was the last to leave the office and had taken the opportunity to log on to the internet and surf for some adult sites. As this was his first job after leaving college, he had not been able to afford his own computer. At home he'd used his father's but since the argument, where Dad had almost literally thrown him out, Paul had not returned home. He preferred to make his own way, even though home for the moment was a grotty two-room and bath flat in an unsavoury part of town. His job paid well, good money for a nineteen year old with no degree. On the screen a young man, no older than himself, was on his knees in front of an older guy. His mouth was wrapped around the head of the older guy's impressively thick cock and his eyes were closed. A click of the mouse brought another picture on line and, in this one, the guy had taken his friend's cock right to the back of his mouth. Paul could feel the pressure of his briefs as his own cock swelled inside his pants. "Paul?" came Graham's voice from behind him. Paul jumped as though his chair had become electrified. He swung round to look at Graham, standing in the entrance to his cubicle. Swallowing nervously, Paul realised that Graham had been able to see everything on his screen and that he had no idea how long he may have been watching. "I think you had better come along to my office." Graham continued. Turning and leading the way. Paul noticed that all of the other cubicles were dark, their occupants gone for home at least an hour ago. Graham stepped into his office and waited. Paul followed him inside, glancing round as Graham closed the door and turned the key in the lock Graham sat on the corner of his desk and looked Paul slowly up an down. He admired the lean muscles and the smooth skin of his face, the taut bottom beneath the smart tan slacks. Paul just looked down at his hands, twisting his long, elegantly tapered, fingers together. "You know that I should suspend you and possibly even sack you for this," Graham asked. "I didn't mean anything by it I was just, well curious, I suppose." Paul answered him. "That could be very expensive curiosity," Graham continued, "it could cost you your job." "I know. I'm really, really sorry and I've been stupid." Paul muttered. "Was it worth it?" Graham asked, suddenly. "Huh?" "Was it worth it? Did it answer your questions?" "Well, yes and no." "Explain." "Well I know what guys do with each other, but I don't know what it's like." "And you want to know?" "I think so." Paul had an idea that, from the turn the conversation was taking, Graham wouldn't be sacking him or even suspending him. Paul lifted his head and found Graham with a half-smile on his lips, gazing at the bulge in his pants. "Do you really want to know what it feels like?" Graham murmured, standing up and moving very close to Paul. He nodded, feeling the heat from Graham's body and smelling the sharp masculine scent of his after shave. Paul closed his eyes for a moment, as Graham pressed lifted his chin with the tip of his finger and slowly brushed his lips across Paul's mouth. Paul gasped at the jolt ripping through his body and Graham pressed his tongue past Paul's lips and into his mouth. Graham's arms slid around Paul, pulling him closer, so that he could feel the lean hardness of his body. Paul tried to draw back, at first, then melted into Graham's embrace, pressing himself against the older man. Graham's hand slid between them to cup around the bulge in the front of Paul's pants. He fiddled with the buckle of his belt and then unzipped the straining fly. A swift tug and Graham was able to push Paul's pants down to his ankles, leaving his cock and balls barely covered by the tight white cotton briefs. Graham cupped his hand over the bulge, fondling Paul gently, feeling the length of his cock as it hardened beneath his fingers. Paul had his eyes closed, lost in the moment as his cock was stroked by another man for the very first time. Graham eased his hand under the material of Paul's briefs and slid them down, freeing the head of his cock. The skin was velvety, yet smooth and slightly slick from the droplet of pre-cum that was oozing from the slit. Graham pushed the briefs down, and curled his fingers around the hard pole of Paul's cock. "Yess," Paul groaned into his mouth, as Graham ran his hand along the length of his cock. Graham knew he had to taste this cock. Slowly he broke the kiss and knelt in front of Paul. He held Paul's cock and balls gently in one hand and gazed at the swollen rod, hard and pointing at his face. Caressingly, he rested his finger and thumb on the tightly stretched foreskin and eased it back from the head. Graham pouted a little and touched his lips to the tip of Paul's cock, flicking his tongue against the oozing slit. Opening his mouth wider, Graham slid the cock into his mouth and closed his lips around the head. He lapped at the swollen glans tasting the sharp saltiness of Paul's precum. Gradually he leaned forward, revelling in the feel of Paul's cock sliding over his tongue, deeper and deeper into his mouth. As the head touched the back of his tongue, Graham gulped, letting it into the back of his throat. Paul was lost in the sensation of Graham's mouth caressing his hard cock. He could feel the man's tongue sliding over and around his cockhead, caressing the shaft and grazing the sensitive rim. Graham's lips pressed against his tight sac, brushing the heavy, swollen balls. His warm mouth caressed Paul's cock, the head buried deeply in the back of his throat. Paul closed his eyes and tilted his hips, offering more of his hard cock to Graham's mouth. Graham reached upwards, running his hands along the back of Paul's thighs until his hands were caressing the younger guy's taut buttocks. Graham caressed the smooth skin, using his fingertips to open the cleft between Paul's cheeks and expose the tight ring of his anus. Sucking slowly and teasingly on Paul's cock, Graham brushed the tips of his fingers against the dark opening, deep in the cleft of his ass. He felt the twitch of the cock in his mouth as he flicked his tongue against the velvety skin, before plunging his head onto the erect shaft. As he worked the tip of Paul's cock to the back of his throat, Graham caressed the dark opening of his asshole, pressing his fingertip gently against the opening and slowly working it inside. He could feel the ring of tight muscle clenching on his fingertip and knew that Paul was very close to shooting a load of hot cum into his throat. Graham made a gentle thrusting motion with his fingertip, slipping it inside Paul's rectum and felt the cock in his mouth jerk. A heartbeat later, he felt hot, slick, cum spurting into the back of his throat as Paul pumped thick slippery ropes of his salty sperm into Graham's mouth. Graham swallowed greedily, devouring the slippery, salty, fluid as the tip of his finger slid into Paul's ass. Graham could feel the cock in his mouth soften a little, as he swallowed the last drops of cum seeping from the slit. He gently drew his head back and swirled his tongue over the shrinking cock, lapping every last drop of Paul's salty-sweet sperm from his cock and drinking it down. There was a quiet 'plop' as Graham drew his head right back and let Paul's glistening cock escape from his lips. Then he stood up and leaned agaist his desk. "Now it's your turn, Paul," he said, unfastening his pants and pushing them down, with his boxer shorts, around his ankles. Paul sank slowly to his knees and took hold of Graham's cock in his long, slender fingers. It was not quite as long as his own, but thicker and no less firm. He sircled the base with his finger and thum, moving his hand slowly back and forth, fascinated by the way the felvet skin moved against the hard flesh beneath. He brought his other hand up beneath the heavy sac, lightly dusted with coarse, bushy, hair, some turning grey, and felt the weight of Graham's balls. Graham arched his neck and pushed his hips forward a little, his hands bearing his weight on the desk. Paul blew gently on the swollen cock in front of him and then, tentatively, licked the head, running the tip of his tongue all over the glans, wetting it with hi saliva. Graham remained perfectly still as Paul, for the first time in his life, tasted a cock. He opened his mouth wide and slipped the bulbous head between his lips. His warm mouth engulfed the swollen head, as his tongue swirled over the end. He had no experience but, instinctively, Paul was arousing Graham like an experienced pro. Graham was too thick for Paul to take to the back of his throat, but he caressed and coaxed the younger guy to swallow as much of his cock as he could take. Paul gagged and his eyes watered as Graham thrust gently into his hot mouth, but Graham was never so forceful that he choked Paul. Graham eased his cock out of Paul's mouth and caught his breath for a moment. "Stand up, "he ordered the young man, " and bend over the desk , here." Graham reached into a desk drawer and pulled out a tube of moisturising cream. Shuffling round behind Paul, he squeezed a little cream onto his finger tip and, spreading Paul's cheeks with his other hand, began to spread the cool cream over the dark ring of his asshole. Paul jumped at the coolness, but Graham pshed him back against the desk, with the hand that had spread his cheeks. The tip of his finger was just inside Paul's rectum and Graham looked down to see his finger sliding easily in and out of the dark, muscular, ring. Paul flinched at the first, painful, intrusion but soon found that it helped if he panted and made little grunting sounds, pushing against the fingertip as he did so. Graham enjoyed the sounds Paul was making, tiny groans, punctuated by gasps and panting, as he thrust back onto Graham's finger. He squeezed a little more cream onto his fingers and then brought a second finger along sinde his forefinger, watching as they slipped into Paul's ass, stretching him very slowly but firmly and brooking no argument. Graham looked down and watched his fingers sliding slowly into Paul's tight ass, listening to him grunting and groaning. "Graham, please stop," Paul whimpered, "I've never done this before." "Shhhh," Graham crooned, "It'll feel better in a minute, when you're ready, just relax." "What do you mean, when I'm ready?" gasped Paul, alrm in his tone, "Ready for what?" Graham said nothing, just preessed his fingers a little more deeply into Paul's ass, twisting them as he did and listening to the tortured groan that slipped from his lips. Paul was both excited and frightened as he felt Graham spreading his tight asshole. He'd pretended to misunderstand what Graham had said, but he knew that Graham intended to fuck his virgin ass. What's more, the thought of Graham taking him over the desk excited him, making him feel delicoiusly dirty and depraved. Graham squeezed cream over the head of his cock, smearing it over the swollen bulb until it was slick and well lubricated. Then he kicked his feet out of his pants and briefs and moved behind Paul. Slowly, he rubbed the tip of his cock along the cleeft between Paul's cheeks, pressing it against his asshole. Paul grunted at the contact, and the tight ring clenched. Graham patiently rubbed his slippery cockhead along the crack of Paul's ass and reached down to spread his thighs a little wider. Gradually Paul relaxed a little, the tight rose loosening. Graham pressed the tip of his cock against the tight ring and pressed forward. This time he could see the blunt tip pressing against the hole, stretching it a little. He paused, keeping the pressure against Paul's asshole, but resisting the urge to plunge deep into him. Paul let out a low groan as he felt the pressure ease slightly and the burning in his backside cool a little. Graham pushed a little harder, a jerk of his hips pressing the head of his cock into Paul's ass. Paul cried out, in a mixture of pain and anticipation, as Graham looked down to see the rim of his cockhead just at the edge of Paul's anus. Paul was shaking his head, and trying to speak, but Graham ignored him as he rocked his hips forward a fraction of an inch, the tip of his cock slipping past the tight ring of Paul's asshole. Paul released an explosive grunt and gripped the edge of the desk until his knuckles turned as white as ivory. Graham was panting, sweat matting the hair on his chest beneath his shirt. Paul sucked air in a great shuddering breath, trying to calm his trembling body. Graham increased the pressure of his cock and pushed slowly, easing his cock inch by inch into Paul's virgin ass. Paul clung to the top of the desk as tears of pain trickled down his face. Graham ignored his sobs, pressing on, forcing his thick cock into Paul's virgin bowels. It seemed, to Paul, to take forever but at last he could feel Graham's balls pressed hard against the cheeks of his ass. Graham paused to let him grow accustomed to a cock in his Ass and Paul's breathing became easier as the burning receded. He still felt painfully full and desperately wanted to push the thing invading his tender ass out. Graham Grabbed Paul's hips, holding him firmly, and began to rock his hips back and forth, moving the length of his cock in and out of Paul's ass. Paul grunted and puffed air through his mouth, grimacing in a mixture of pain and wonder. Grahams cock slid almost all the way out of Paul's ass, where he held it for a hearbeat, before he plunged it deep inside him. Paul groaned and pushed back against Graham, opening his tight anus and drawing him deep. "Oh God, fuck me!" Paul cried, softly at first but getting louder and louder, "Fuck ME! FUCK me! FUCK ME!" Graham moved quicker, stabbing his thick cock into Paul's ass harder and more viciously until his cock cock and Paul's ass felt as though they were burningn hot. The tight walls caressed his cockmand began to ripple like fingers milking his cock. Graham felt himself swelling in Paul's ass and the tightening of his balls that heralded the first spurts of his hot cum. Graham grunted once, deep in his throat and rammed deep into Paul's ass. His hands dug into the younger guy's cheeks as he held him tighht against his loins. Paul could feel the jerking of Graham's cock in his ass as it spat thick ropes of slimy cum into his tender ass. The splashes of cum stung inside him as Graham spurted, forcefully, deep inside him. Slowly, Graham's cock softened and slipped out of Paul's asshloe. The tigt ring was much looser now and Paul gasped as the cool air hit his tender ass. Thick globs of Grahams cum oozed between Paul's cheeks and the tightly stretched muscle looked bruised and tender. Graham pulled his pants and briefs back on and moved behind his desk. "Pull your pants up," he ordered, "then get off home. I want to see you in my office after work tomorrow." Confused and a little sore, Paul obeyed, wondering what Graham would demand of him after work, next time. Working Late, Again As I walked into work today I saw the cleaning guy that had caught me by surprise a few weeks ago. He stared at me with a little grin on his face. I walked right up to him and whispered in his ear, "I'll be working late tonight", then licked my lips, gave him a devilish smile, and walked to the elevator. I still didn't know if he spoke any English, but I figured I'd give it a try anyway. I went home for lunch, and to grab a few things. I decided I was going to wear something special tonight, in case he shows up. I went back to work and resumed my day as usual. At 6:00 pm everyone else had left for the day. I undressed at my desk and put on my outfit, a black sheer bra, black panties, and a black apron. Around 7:30 pm I grabbed my bag and went downstairs to the lunchroom. I brought a few things to cook for dinner, and a six-pack of beer. While I was at the stove cooking my meal I heard the janitor's cart rolling down the hall. He must have understood what I said this morning. I had my back to the door when I heard footsteps enter the room. A voice said something in Spanish. I was surprised to hear a different voice reply, also in Spanish. I turned around to see the cleaning man and another man standing in the doorway. The new guy was taller, maybe six foot, much thinner then the other man, and nicely built. He looked to be in his late twenties or so. I was only expecting the one from my previous encounter, but it seems he brought along a friend. I figured this might be fun and smiled at the two of them. I motioned for them to sit at the dining table. I pulled the beer out of the fridge, opened three of them, and handed two to my guests. I downed mine immediately and grabbed another. I figured I better get a little buzzed before we begin. I ate my dinner and drank my second beer a few minutes later. The guys were now on their second beer. It was time to begin. I walked up behind the older guy and started rubbing his shoulders while licking my lips for the newcomer. Then I started running one hand through his hair as I caressed my breast with the other. He turned in his chair and ran his hand up the back of my leg, stopping on my bare butt cheek. I leaned down and licked the side of his neck, then ran my hand down his chest to his crotch. I could feel his erection pressing against his pants. The new guy was watching intently. He leaned back a little and started rubbing his groin. He said something, and the first guy spoke back, both in Spanish, leaving me clueless. I walked around the table to where the new guy was sitting. He turned his chair toward me. I moved right up to him, standing between his open legs. He ran his hands up my thighs to my hips. I untied the apron and dropped it to the floor. He slid his hands up to my breasts and squeezed gently. I saw his pants grow as his cock hardened against his zipper. He pulled my bra down exposing my pink nipples. He reached to unhook the clasp on the back of my bra, but I backed up out of reach. I walked toward the door and motioned for the two men to follow me. They exchanged a few words and got up behind me. We entered the elevator. They stood on either side of me, both watching me intently. The older shorter guy put one hand on my panty-covered mound and pressed his finger into my slit. I let out a little gasp. I'm sure he could feel my wetness. The young, tall guy pulled me toward him and lightly pinched both of my still exposed nipples. I gave a slight moan. He moved his face toward mine and kissed me, his tongue pushing at my lips. I returned the kiss, but didn't open my mouth. The elevator stopped and the door opened on the third floor. I pulled away, stepped out and walked to my cubicle at the end of the hall, both guys right behind me. I moved my chair to the window. I turned to face the men, reached behind my back and unhooked my bra. I slid it off and flung it toward the two men. I reached for the younger guys belt, unhooked it, followed by the button and zipper, then slid his pants down to his ankles. He wasn't wearing any underwear. His cock was semi-hard and looked to be seven to eight inches long, not to thick, but the head was quite large, like a small plum. I gave it a little lick as I stood back up. I directed him to sit in the chair. He stepped out of his shoes, and then his pants, and sat down. The other guy had pulled his cock out and was gripping it firmly in his hand. I turned and reached for it. He removed his hand. I leaned down and ran my tongue up the shaft. He slid his pants down. I licked around the head a few times, then moved my mouth over it, taking in about half. The younger guy started rubbing my ass and sliding his fingers into my crack. I slid further down the cock in my mouth, then back up, sucking firmly. The young guy slid my panties down my legs and I stepped out of them. I then felt his tongue lightly lick my pussy lips. I went back down deep on the cock and sucked until he was in my throat. He said something to the young guy and they both laughed. The younger guy moved his hand between my thighs, slipping two fingers into my wet pussy. I slid my mouth off the cock I was sucking and turned my attention toward the young guy sitting behind me. I leaned over and kissed him, still not letting his tongue in my mouth. I bent down toward his still half-hard cock. I cupped his balls as I licked up and down the shaft. His cock firmed up and twitched a bit. It was a strong eight inches now, and the head looked even bigger then before. I put my mouth over the head and sucked gently. The older man started sliding his dick up and down my soaked pussy lips. He would slide it a few times, then press the head against my slit a little, but not push it in. As he was doing this, I felt something warm and wet land in my butt crack. At first I thought he had came already, but his cock was against my clit. I realized he had just spit on my ass when his hands spread my cheeks and he pushed the head of his cock against my asshole. I lifted my head and told him I wanted him in my pussy. He said something in Spanish. The guy in front of me pressed my mouth back down on that big head as the cock behind me pressed into my ass. I tried to wiggle forward, but he was holding my hips firmly and I was up against the guy in the chair. The guy in back held me tight and pushed his cock all the way into my tight asshole. It hurt a bit since I wasn't ready. He started pumping me with long, steady strokes, in and out of my ass. I decided to concentrate on the guy in front of me, since it seemed the older guy was going to fuck my backdoor whether I wanted it or not . I resumed sucking on his big cock head, taking in as much as I could, maybe four inches. I would slide my mouth down, suck really hard, and pull back up to the tip. When I remove my mouth, the head was now dark red, almost purple. I proceeded to lick down the shaft to his balls, lightly sucking on each one. I slid my tongue down a little lower and flicked it across his butthole. He must have like it because he moved forward in the chair and held my head down again. I took the hint and circled my tongue around the hole. He pulled my head in tighter. I pressed my tongue against his brown-eye. He pulled a little more, and my tongue eased into his asshole. This wasn't so bad, so I dipped my tongue in as far as I could and swirled it around, darting in and out, tongue fucking his asshole. The guy fucking me from behind began pumping faster. I guessed he wouldn't last much longer. Just then he stopped with just the tip in and slapped my ass hard a couple times. I jumped and pulled my tongue out of the young guys ass. This dislodged the cock up my butt. I turned around and gave him a dirty look. He just smiled. I backed up and straddled the chair guy, still glaring at the older man standing in front on me. As I lowered my pussy onto that big headed cock I moaned out loud, not stopping until I had it all the way in. It felt wonderful! I began riding him slowly, keeping that head pressed against my G-spot as I slid up and down. He grabbed my hips and started moving me faster. I took the hint and started pumping harder. He moved his hands around to my boobs, cupping each one and flicking my nipples. The older man I was facing moved his cock toward my mouth. I leaned over just a little and gave it a lick, before he grabbed my head and pressed himself into my mouth. Here I was bouncing on this big-headed cock in my pussy as this guy starts fucking my mouth. I came with a shudder. I could swear I even squirted a little. The two men said something to each other, followed by the guy in front pulling out of my mouth. The guy under me then grabbed my hips and lifted me off his cock. He spun me around to face him and pulled me back toward his lap. I moved my pussy back onto his cock and lowered myself. This time he held my hips firmly, keeping me down all the way on his erection. I then felt the older man's cock against my asshole again. This time his cock slid into me with ease and I came again, impaled on these two men. I put my arms around the young guy I was sitting on and leaned into him, pressing my breasts against his chest. I kissed him roughly, hungrily moving my tongue inside his mouth, and sucking his as if it were a penis. Still holding my hips, he moved me up a little, then back down. I kept my mouth firmly planted against his, pressing hard into his lips as he started lifting me into longer strokes. He got a steady motion going with the cock in my ass, moving them both in and out at the same time. The man in my ass moved his hands to my tits and squeezed, before pinching my stiff nipples. I was in daze as I came again, still sucking the tongue in front of me. I moaned into his mouth and shook all over. The two men continued fucking me for a few more minutes, until I felt the cock up my ass begin to twitch, as he shot his cum in my asshole. I came again! The cock in my ass pulsated for at least a minute, before he pulled out, now spent. The man below me stopped as well. He lifted me up, still impaled on his cock, and pressed my back against the window. He put his hands under my ass and kind of held me up. I figured out he wanted me to wrap my legs around his back. He started pumping into me as he held me against the glass. All I could do was hold onto him and enjoy the ride. He stopped again after a few minutes and lifted me off his cock. I put my feet back on the floor and he turned me around so I now faced the window. He grabbed my hips and tilted my ass out toward him. I arched my back, pressing toward him as he pressed his cock back into my eager pussy. He began slamming into me, pressing my boobs to the glass. My nipples hardened even more against the cold window. He pounded into me for what seemed like five minutes. I rode through another orgasm before he stopped again. He pulled his cock out of my dripping pussy and positioned it against my little rosebud. I knew this was going to hurt with that big head, but I braced for it. I wanted him in my ass and pushed back into him. My sphincter slowly opened, allowing the mushroom head to enter me. It did hurt, but not as much as I thought it would, being well lubricated from the cum dripping out. Once the head was in it felt a little better. He began pressing into me, and I into him. I moved my hands to my pussy. I lightly rubbed my clit with one, and stuck three fingers into my dripping hole with the other. He started moving faster, really pounding me. I worked my fingers faster too. I was going to cum again. My fingers were a blur as I furiously rubbed my clit. I could feel the head of that cock in my ass with the fingers in my cunt as he slammed in and out of me. I came with a scream, soaking my hand with the juices. I convulsed on the cock still pounding my ass, keeping me at the peak of my climax. He then pulled out of my ass and slammed his cock back into my worn pussy. He pumped a couple times, then put his cock into my ass again. He did this a number of times. On every other stroke he would pull out and stick me in a different hole. "Oh my god that feels so good, FUCK ME, FUCK ME", I shouted. Into my pussy, in, out. Into my ass, in, out. He finally stayed in my asshole after switching back and forth for several minutes. I was ready to collapse. The dick in my ass was still going, slamming me hard, keeping me pressed up against the window. He would cum any minute now. I wanted to taste it. I haven't tasted a load all night. I put my hands against him and pushed him back. There was almost a pop when his cock came free of my asshole. I spun around and dropped to my knees. I consumed his cock as if I were starving, even getting that head into my throat. I bobbed on his knob with a fury, while gently cupping his balls. I moved a finger to his asshole and pushed it steadily, all the way in. I could feel his balls start to tighten. I sucked as hard as I could, while still sliding my mouth up and down on his rod. I stroked my finger in and out of his ass, pressing in toward me. I added a second finger. His balls tightened up and he started to cum. I pulled my mouth back until I could feel him spurting on my tongue. I came again. He continued spewing on my tongue. I had to swallow repeatedly to keep it all in. I sucked down every drop and finally leaned back against the window, totally spent. I woke to the sun coming in the window. It looked to be mid morning. I was alone, still naked, leaning against the cool glass. I thought "oh shit, I'm going to get caught like this", before I remembered it was now Saturday. My bra and panties were nowhere to be seen, and my work clothes were gone as well. I put my chair back where it belonged and headed down to the lunchroom. I cleaned up my dishes, and threw the empty beer bottles in a bag, they would have to be thrown out in the dumpster. I picked up my apron and put it on. I grabbed my stuff and headed downstairs and out of the building, dressed in just the apron. I went around the side of the building and threw away the bottles. I got in my car and drove home. As I pulled into my cul-de-sac I noticed some of my neighbors were out, mowing their lawns, washing cars, etc. I pulled the car into my driveway and turned right, stopping part way on my yard. It's all rock and wouldn't hurt anything. Now I was only ten feet from my porch, but would be on full display when I went up the steps to my front door. I had no choice. I just hoped nobody really noticed. I got out of my car and walked up the steps with my ass out for everyone to see. I dropped my keys just as I got to the door and bent over to pick them up. I heard a wolf-whistle and looked back to see the guy at the end of the street looking right at me. Working Late...Again You have been locked away in your studio for hours, working on your latest music. so I decide to go down to you. You lean back in your chair when you see me come in. I smile walk over to you and move to stand behind you. Slowly I begin to massage your scalp running my fingers through your hair and lightly scratching. You moan and tell me how nice that feels. I lean over nibble your lips, teasing and then I begin to kiss you, taking my time, you respond instantly, the kiss deepens, becomes so hungry, so passionate. Our breathing becomes irratic, I give you my tongue and suck on yours, touching your face, you feel me pressing my breasts into your shoulder. You reach behind and run your hands along my legs and thigh. I move my hands down your arms and bring your hands together. You hear that familiar click, the cuffs have been locked, feels a little too tight, but hey, it's okay. I come around to your front and kneel down, parting your knees and getting between them. You see the raw hunger in my eyes. I reach up grabbing a handful of hair and bring your face closer to mine. This time the kissing is more aggressive, urgent biting your upper lip, sucking your tongue, digging my nails into your hair and holding you hard on my mouth, I moan into your mouth "now I'm going to fuck you". I pull back a little and smile at you. I reach for your waistband and start undoing your pants, your breathing getting heavier, you can't speak you don't trust your voice. You are so hard, undoing your pants is a little awkward. Struggling with the zip I finally get it down, you lean back for me lifting your hips, I pull them down. Your cock is straining to get free, the second your pants are down your hard cock springs out. I look up and smile, lean in for another kiss and grab your cock and squeeze a little, feeling it grow even more in my hand, I love it. "Want me to suck it babe?" Your eyes never leaving mine you nod your head, the words wont come out. I lick the knob and give it a little kiss. I ask if this is for me, you just nod your head. I take you into my mouth and start sucking you, slowly at first, running my tongue all around, feeling the silky texture glide in and out of my mouth, moaning around you. Pulling my head back looking up, my tongue is out, in slow motion I close my mouth around you and move forward swallowing and sliding you deeper into my throat. You moan out loud when you feel it squeezing into my throat, I look up and see your eyes half closed, you are really enjoying this. Holding for a few seconds I pull off grazing you with my teeth, I move my hand up and down, quickening the strokes, sliding off the end, running my thumb all over it, slipping the head back into my mouth and sucking the precum out. "Just imagine it babe, just imagine how this is going to feel deep inside me". You tear your eyes away from mine and follow my other hand sneaking under my skirt, watching the fabric move, you know what I am doing, you close your eyes and just listen, groaning, you can hear the sound of wet pussy. This always gets to you. Moving your hips you can't help but fuck my hand. I begin rubbing my clit and sliding my fingers faster inside me, getting nice and wet. My breathing quickens, slowly I bring it up and touch your lips with my wet fingers, "suck them babe".Your mouth opens and you suck every bit of my juice from them. I kiss your mouth tasting me. I stand and lift my skirt right up, I straddle your lap, take hold of your cock and run it along my lips, feel how wet I am. I slide you just inside my lips, position myself and kiss you as I slide down. Oh god, so nice, hard and big. I'm sitting on your lap, your cock deep inside me, rocking back and forwards, grinding down hard, I move my hips in circles and raise up again, this time I come down a little harder and grind on you, rubbing my clit, I keep lifting and each time come down a little harder. "Honey I want to cum, this feels so good", I raise again and come down harder, my legs begin to shake, my pussy quivers inside, you know the signs, I am trembling when I raise again and drop so hard I scream out, flicking my hips back and forth, rubbing your cock on my g spot. I rock on you as it reaches its peak, then stop. Not moving. "oh baby that feels so good" I feel you moving your hips, tell me you are so close, you also want to cum. I kiss you and you feel me lift again, all the way up till you are almost out, oops you ARE all the way out. Sorry babe, show is over, you stay here and finish your work, I have things to do upstairs. I pull my skirt down and say goodnight....can hear you yelling until I shut the door...thank god the room is sound proofed. Working Late As Unique Benefits Christine was finishing work for the evening, she was ready for a hot meal and her large comfortable bed which she shared with James her husband, he had objected to her working the weekend and despite her own irritation at having to work she had pacified him by explaining that she didn't want to cause problems with her new boss. She normally didn't work such long hours but had been volunteered by Karen the new departmental manager to work late on stream lining services and general tidying of the clinical areas over the weekend. Christine was tired following the twelve hour shift in the operating theatre, no procedures had occurred during the evening but a major audit of the department that day had kept several nurses including herself back longer than necessary and she now longed to take a hot shower and head home. Karen's office was located next to the female staff shower and changing room as she entered the room she could see the senior practitioner had already changed from her regulatory theatre suit, had showered and was at that point working on some papers. Christine had been the last to leave the clinical rooms and knew the showers were now free. She closed the door behind her and switched on one of the showers allowing the water to heat up, whilst she removed her scrub outfit she thought about collecting take away Chinese on her way home. As she was about to remove her towel and step into the shower, Karen bobbed her head around the door and asked if she could have a private word with her once she had finished her shower, inwardly she groaned but nodded. The door closed and Karen disappeared back to her office. Christine pondered over the conversation that might occur between them, Christine had not exactly hit it off with Karen since her move from another hospital to the hospital and department where she was now, Karen was fifteen years her senior, much more experienced as a nurse and made Christine feel inadequate. Their opinions regarding patient care differed greatly and Christine disliked her abrupt and domineering manner wen talking to colleagues. She stepped from the shower and toweled herself dry. Sitting in the chair she reached her locker and located her clothes, she pulled on her socks, bra and panties and applied deodorant and perfume and added her shirt fastening the buttons slowly. As she sat back in the soft chair she thought about her long drive home and knew she needed to take a short nap to be able to safely make her journey, her eyes closing with heaviness she could not resist the tiredness she felt and drifted off to sleep. She awoke to heavy breathing sounds and a familiar warm feeling between her legs as she felt her pussy leak juice and realised it was herself breathing heavily, she reclined in the chair not able to fully see or open her heavy eyelids she was extremely aroused and faintly made out a visual image of head between her legs, relaxing into James sucking and tonguing her clit she began moaning and alowwing his tongue to probe her folds, as she became more and more aroused she lifted her legs over the arms of the chair to allow James deeper access to her pussy. Lost in the delicious feeling Christine was unaware that it was Karen's exquisite tongue not her husband working her into an orgasmic state. Christine closed her eyes and pushed the head between her legs deeper and deeper, not until she was far to aroused to stop did she experience the dawning realization she was still at work and that it was not James holding her buttocks in each hand but much smaller feminine hands, she was at a loss to object now nearing an intense and exquisite orgasm brought on by what felt like hours of clit teasing, when she finally plucked up the courage she looked down and saw Karen's eyes looking up at her face as she expertly delved her tongue in the cum soaked folds of her pussy, too far gone she could do nothing but ride along with the pleasure Karen was inducing. She felt Karen's finger probing inside her slowly, it was the most delicious feeling she had ever had, as Christine responded Karen quickened her pace with her fingers adding her middle finger inside her hot hole and rubbing furiously at the upper wall of her pussy, making Christine cry out with sheer pleasure as she squirted unfamiliarly all over Karen's hand and bare breasts. Karen continued to suck Christine's clit although she was in an orgasmic state Christine sensed she had not had a clitoral orgasm for she could not normally bear such direct stimulation at point of orgasm and she still felt hot and lusty. Shyly but driven by need Christine reached for Karen to kiss her, they kissed deeply for a while. Karen stood up and pulled Christine to standing position before her, kissing her breasts and stroking her clit with her free hand Karen took hold of Christine's hand and pushed her fingers between her own legs Karen was dripping juices down her legs and Christine not ever being with a woman could only do what came naturally to herself. As she fingered her lightly Karen thrust her hips forward and moaned allowing Christine to finger fuck her, unale to stand Karen sat back down in the chair and opened her legs wide to recieve Christines administrations. Christine having never eaten a pussy allowed Karen's hands to guide her head, knowing only what James did to drive her crazy she proceeded to gently circle Karen's clit with her tongue, sucking and probing at her clit was all it took Karen pressed her face against her folds and screamed for Christine to tongue her pussy hard nd fast. For the first time in her life Christine tasted another woman cum hard into her mouth and she loved it, Karen ground her pussy hard against her mouth as her orgasm shook her and she moaned out loud, they continued kissing and caressing arousing one another, although she was very aroused and enjoying the experience Christine's pussy was aching, Karen almost sensing her need for cock responded by reaching into her locker and extracting a huge dildo from her purse. Christine lay on the bench and spread her legs wide for the dildo and Karen pumped her pussy hard whilst sucking her clit. Christine was in heaven, her pussy was taking the huge peice of hard rubber and her clit was being sucked expertly, as she neared orgasm she pulled at her breasts and demanded Karen suck her clit harder, her orgasm overtook her hard and she arched her back as came hard her head spun, her eyes rolled and her body convulsed and she cried out. Karen knew that she had taken Christine without consent but somehow knew she would not object, as she left Christine alone in the changing rooms to come down from her orgasm she kissed her and told her to get dressed and go home. Christine after dressing drove home wondering if making love with James would ever be the same again, checking the clock she thought that she would be home about nine thirty, all in all the session with Karen had taken around thirty five minutes, she smile as she pulled into the drive thirty minutes overtime had certainly been a perk of the job this evening. Working Late At The Office I am wandering down the hall to the copy room at work. I've got some documents that I had been writing and it's a bit late. I've got to run off copies for a meeting I am having in the morning. I'm heading that way, slightly daydreaming as I go. There are still a few people around, but that's nothing unusual because there are almost always people here. I get to the copy room and set my documents up. I head over to the kitchen to grab a drink and on my way I almost run smack into one of the guys from another group. We have only had a few words with each other in the past. Mostly jokes while we are each getting a drink from the kitchen or a few stray comments in passing, but nothing big. I was off in my own little world this evening as I rounded the corner and almost walk right into him. We both say our 'excuse me's' and continue on our way. As he continues, I look back to take a quick peek at his ass. Now my daydreams have taken a naughty turn… I get to the kitchen and already I am getting warm. I am thinking of how it would feel to just get to have him, just once even. Although if I had him once, it's quite possible I would want him again and again. I get my drink and start to head back to the copy room. I walk in just as someone else is walking out with some supplies. I check on the progress of my papers and then sit and think for a while. I get to thinking of how long it has been since I have been with a man and how I desire for that touch. I begin to think of all the places in the building that I could conduct 'not so professional' behavior. Mmm, and I think of these things with that damn cute guy I almost knocked over in the hallway. I am immersed in these thoughts and don't even realize when someone comes into the copy room. I don't even snap out of it until I feel a strong hand planted firmly on my shoulder, the other on my hip and a body as it presses against my back. He leans down and smells my hair as if filling himself with my scent. I can feel the hardness in his pants as he presses against me, and then he begins to speak. "I have thought about you as you've walked through the halls and had to know if you thought about me in the same way," he says in a voice that makes me want to melt. I turn to face him and it's the man that I had been thinking about at that moment. I can feel my face get hot as it starts to turn a few shades of red. I reply simply "Yes," as I can't really find many more words at the moment. I look up at him as he stands a good six or more inches taller than I. He is looking down at me with a smile on his face. He leans down and plants a kiss on my quivering lips. I return it, but I am a little nervous, we are at work after all. He says, "I want you right now" and I let out a small gasp. He brings his lips down to my neck and licks lightly. He moves my shirt aside and continues to trace along the delectable flesh. "We should not do this here," I say as his hands begin to find their way to my ass. He pushes himself harder against me and I am pressing up against the copier. He asks me what I was thinking when he walked in and I say, "Very naughty things." "MMMM," he breathes into my ear as he begins to nibble at the lobe. His hands move under my shirt and begin undoing my bra. He is kissing me as one hand moves down between my thighs. The other hand is busy pinching one of my hard nipples and running his fingertips around it. We pull apart slightly, our tongues still playing between. He lifts me easily and sets me to rest on top of the copier. He moves in close to occupy the space I was just standing in and presses hard against me. I can feel his cock as it tries to bust free from his pants. I look down at the bulge protruding and begin to salivate. I begin undoing his pants as he reaches up and begins rubbing over the silky material of my panties that are covering the heat and wetness he wants. He pushes hard to find my clit beneath the material and rubs in circles over it. I moan into his neck as I reach into his boxers. I feel his hot cock in my hands and feel a fresh gush of wetness in my panties. It begins to leak through and he smiles while still rubbing, feeling the wetness as it spills from my insides. "Wet naughty girl wants something?" he asks with a smirk. I nod at him with a wicked little grin and reply "Oh yes, she wants something very much." I start to move my hand along his shaft and think to myself that we are going to get caught and into trouble, but the thought of it just excites me that much more. He continues to rub my clit through my panties as I squeeze and stroke his cock. His other hand comes up my skirt and I feel as my panties are slid down my legs. I push his pants and boxers out of the way and with my free hand pull him towards me as I guide the hard tip of his dick towards the wetness between my thighs. He whispers to me, "I always did wonder if you shaved or not" as his flesh touches the bareness of my pussy. I rub the tip over my hard clit and into my pussy as he brings one hand up and grabs my right breast hard. I move it faster and the pressure on my breast increases. I am so fucking hot and ready to devour this man. I want him to fuck me and make me come. He puts his other hand onto my ass as he pushes himself forward. He pushes inside and slides in easily past my wet and throbbing lips. I can feel as my skin stretches and envelops his cock. I move my hands around to his ass and pull him in even closer until his is completely inside of me. We stand there a moment because right there, I am on the edge of my orgasm. Never have I been so close so fast, but here I am, ready to come at the slightest movement. Oh how good he feels inside of me. He has his one hand on my ass, the other on my breast and he leans in as if to kiss me, but instead he brings his mouth down onto my neck and begins to bite. As soon as his teeth hit my flesh, I explode. I can hardly believe it. My pussy muscles flex hard against his rigid cock and he can feel as the juice from me covers him. He continues to bite me and starts to move in and out of me at a fairly fast rate. As he slides in and out, I can feel a second orgasm building before the first has even stopped. I bite into his neck to keep from screaming out because of how fucking good it feels. He continues to thrust, quickening his pace and pulling at my ass to bring me onto him as completely as possible. I bring my hands up under his shirt and over his back, feeling the muscles move beneath his skin as he enters me again and again. He is going faster and the only sounds are the slight hum of the copier and our breathing. I pull my legs up around his waist and pull in closer still to him. I can feel my orgasm ready to leap at any moment. I tell him I am close again and he starts to fuck me hard. He slams into me and I can feel the copier moving a bit under my ass as it moves with our bodies. I again bite into him as the second orgasm ignites. I run my nails into his back and hang on as if for my own survival. As though if I were to let go, I might somehow be in danger. I feel as my nails sink into his flesh and I can smell his cologne and sweat as they mix together. The fragrance of it intoxicates me. He grabs both my ass and my breast hard as he continues to slam me and then finds his own release. He continues to fuck, but at a slower pace now and I can feel the sticky mess between my legs. He pulls out of me and bends forward to lick my inner thigh. "I am so not done with you yet," he says in a low and very sexy voice. He situates himself a bit as I get off the copier and make sure there is no mess. I adjust myself to get as 'presentable' as possible as he leads the way through the hallways of our building. We pass one or two people as we are walking and all I can think is "THEY KNOW!" We go into one of the conference rooms that has windows letting in a little light from the full moon outside. He pulls me inside after him and pulls me into his arms. I can feel the strength of them surround me as he leans in to kiss me, deep and forcefully. He begins to back me towards the table in the center of the room. He pulls my shirt up over my head and removes my bra. He lays me back on to the table and I feel the coldness race through me. He pulls me to the edge and pushes up my skirt. "OH SHIT!" I say as I realize I left my panties in the copy room. "Hope no one finds them," he replies as he moves in to eat my pussy with a hungering look in his eyes. He runs his tongue up over my entire pussy, which is spread before him like a banquet. He has my legs bent outward and pinned with his arms, as his tongue tastes the delicacies between. He takes my clit into his mouth and hums slightly. This sends a massive wave through me unlike anything I have felt before. As my clit is in his mouth, he rolls his tongue over it again and again. I can feel the pressure come off of one of my legs as he brings it down and rubs two fingers all around the outside of my wet pussy. He pulls away a moment and says, "I love how fucking wet you are." With those words, a new release of fluid comes and a massive grin appears on his face. He moves those two fingers around more and I say "Stick them into me and finger fuck me while you eat." He gently slides the two fingers in as his mouth comes down over my clit again. He pushes and twists his fingers inside of me and bites down lightly on my clit. I let out a loud moan and claw at the table, the sound of my nails on the surface causing even more excitement for me, although I am unsure why. He continues his attacks on me, drawing all the heat within me to the place between my legs as a new orgasm builds within. He continues to thrust his fingers into me and brings the other hand slowly over my body as he searches for the perfect spot to play with. He lazily runs his fingers along my arm, over my chest until they start to move over my breast. He runs two fingers alongside one of my nipples, slightly pinching it between. He breathes hot onto my clit as his fingers keep working inside. I can feel my insides twitch as I reach that edge I so long to go over. I am close and he knows it, so he continues to fuck me with those fingers as my juices drip. He licks at my clit, circling again and again. I reach down and grab at his hair as he licks and I tell him, "I'm going to fucking explode". I can feel as his tongue glides over me and I moan louder. I am so fucking close and he continues until I hit my limit. I grab his hair tight and begin shaking as I am overcome. He moves faster as my orgasm intensity increases. If not for his arm over my thigh, I would be bucking off the table. He keeps pushing his fingers in and out fast and hard and I keep coming. This is the longest orgasm I have had and I am almost ready to collapse from the exertion it is causing. He slows down and takes his mouth away from me. He comes upward as he removes his fingers from my insides and runs them over my lips. As I am licking my juices away, he leans in and kisses me again. Slowly I regain some strength and I begin sitting up and pushing him upward as well. Once we are both standing, I undo his pants and bring them down to his ankles. I run my finger over the length of his cock through his boxers. I kneel before him and lightly wrap my mouth around his cock over the material that is currently encasing it. I then pull down the boxers to his pants and pull him to sit in one of the chairs. He sits down and I bring my mouth forward to lick his cock. The heat of it as it rubs against my tongue sends sparks through me as I taste the remains of our excursion in the copy room. I run my tongue around and realize that he is continuing to swell as I move over him. I bring my nails up along his thighs and start to work his balls with one hand as the other moves up under his shirt. I run my fingers over his chest, defining each of the muscles and burning it to memory. I open my mouth as I lean in to feast upon him. His cock slides deep into my mouth and I can feel as it slides down towards my throat. I take him all the way into my mouth and begin to suck hard against his cock as I make my retreat along his shaft. He brings his hand down and grabs hold of the hair at the base of my head. He pushes me down onto his dick as he says, "You like to suck my cock, don't you?" I moan against him and he twitches in my mouth. I move against him, pressing my lips tightly against his hardness. I move with eagerness for all I want is to taste him as his come sprays into my mouth. I move hard and fast as his hand presses me into him. I am sucking at him hard as my tongue works around inside my mouth, tasting all that he is. I linger at the tip as my tongue moves along the ridge there. He leans his head back a bit and increases his grip on my hair. Each downward thrust brings the tip into my throat and I moan as it strikes. I am grinding my mouth over him and soon my mouth is filled with his hot goo. I suck it and drink it down. Oh how good he tastes I think to myself, as his come slides down my throat. I slow a bit as he starts to soften. I pull up and look him over. His eyes are closed and his breathing is beginning to regulate. I gather my things and begin heading for the door. He grabs my arm and says, "You're coming with me." I look at him questioningly as he pulls his pants up. We head out of the conference room and stop off to grab my panties from the copy room. I hope no one saw them, I think to myself. We continue on our way until we hit the locker room downstairs. He tells me to wait a moment and he goes in. When he returns, he grabs me and pulls me in after him. As soon as we are inside, he begins taking my clothes off. I am standing fully naked in front of him as he looks me over. He smiles with that evil little grin again and I can feel the blush rising in me. I take off his shirt and start undoing his pants. Our clothes end up in a pile on the floor as he pulls me toward the shower. "Time to get clean," he says with a wink. I follow him, my bare feet slapping against the tiles on the floor. He turns the water on hot and steam begins filling the enclosure. He pulls me under the water with him and I cringe slightly as the heat hits me. As I begin to get used to it, I run my hands along his body. He is well built and touching his skin arouses me almost immediately. I move around behind him and notice the damage I have caused to his back with my nails. "Ooops," I say as I run my fingers over them. I ask if they hurt and he says "No, I wear them proudly." I kiss his back, starting with the places I have wounded him. I move down to his ass and then slowly run my tongue up from the top of his ass along the center of his back. My hands are on his chest as I press my breasts into his back on my way up. He turns to face me and already his cock is starting to get hard. He pushes his body against mine, the water falling on us as we kiss and caress. He pushes me against the wall and starts to rub my pussy with his fingers. He leans in and whispers, "I want to fuck you again and feel your juices flowing over my cock". I moan as the words leave his lips and hit my ears. I pull at him and bring one leg up. He holds it there with one hand and inserts his cock into my pussy. Slams into me hard and I in turn slam into the wall. I am literally being smashed between his cock and the wall behind me, but I love every moment of it. He continues to slam and grabs my hair with his free hand. He pulls hard and I give in to him. I feel like a rag doll as he uses my body to pleasure himself. He brings his teeth to my neck and bites down hard, almost drawing blood. I cry out from the mixture of pleasure and pain. He fucks me hard and fast and the water beating down on us intensifies the sensations. He pulls my ass to help slam me onto his cock as he fucks. I am moaning loudly now as the sound of the water drowns out some of my sounds. He continues to bite and suck at my neck as my insides spasm against his ramming. I am screaming now as fucks harder. I can hear myself speaking in a way that can only be described as primal. He is grunting as he continues to fuck me. "I am going to come inside you and make you scream even louder," he says as he moves his fingers between my ass cheeks. He is playing with my asshole as he fucks me and bites into my neck again. Then he is releasing himself into me again and I scream out as his final bite is taken and I see the small amount of blood on his lips as he pulls away. I am on the verge of passing out from a mixture of the heat, the exhaustion and the overall strain to my body. He pulls me close to him and helps to steady me as I put my leg down. I stand there shaking, recovering from the eruption that has just taken place within me. With that, he starts to… And then I wake up. Oh what a wonderful dream. If only I had seen the ending. Working Late at the Office Working on the Client's Quarterly Financial Statements was not exactly how I planned to spend my evening but in the office working away is where I was at 7:32 p.m. I was totally lost in my work and I didn't notice when Jack tapped on the long, slender glass window that allows us to see who was knocking on the Finance office door. In a few minutes I begin to get the strangest feeling that I am being watched so I glance around and nearly fall out of my chair at the sight of Jack leaning on the door. His laughter all-be-it at my expense was a nice sound after hours of endless concentration on work. Jack is the ultimate nice guy around, always being polite and doing as asked which can be a really good thing in this line of work. That wicked smile he gives me when hands in his 10 time sheets for 2 weeks and I jokingly say, "Jack, when are you ever just going to use the time clock?" At this moment I am wondering if he knows that I secretly love his visits if only because he is so darn funny and makes me smile for no good reason. His dark hair and sexy eyes doesn't hurt either. I must have licked my lips subconsciously just now because when I unlocked the door and let Jack in he had a sly grin playing around on his lips when he whispered real low in my ear, "Are your lips chapped? I believe I have a little something for that." I admit this had taken me aback a bit since he had never out rightly flirted with me and this was borderline dangerous flirting. He clearly had no idea how much I love to feel a nice firm cock throbbing under the pressure of my tongue as I lick the pre-cum off its massive cock head. "Starr? Hello?" Jack questions, but what catches my attention is his hand in front of my face so close I could swear he was about to swat my little pink nose. "Yes" is about all I can think to mumble as my mind is still dabbling with thoughts of his enlarged cock pressing on my soft moist lips while I lightly trace the smooth slit being exposed on the tip of the huge head of his cock. I decided I had better have a seat and try to focus on my work as he was talking to me so that he wouldn't notice my occasional glances at his crotch. I just couldn't help myself I wanted to feel his cock in my mouth now and feeling him standing so near was making my inner thighs tingle with sudden anticipation of my hands exploring my body while I dream about Jack, again, tonight. "Starr, would you like me to go? You seem so preoccupied and I don't want to disturb you." "Hmmm, what was that Jack?" This time Jack's hands rest on my shoulders as he is leaning over to look into my face when he asks, "Are you ok?" "Oh, yes I am fine, Jack. I am just lost in some deep thought right now. It is not you, well it is about you but it is nothing to worry about I am fine." "Just tell me what's bothering you, ok?" He presses on while he slowly begins to rub my extremely tense shoulders placing his thumbs just below my neck making soft lazy circles causing me to let out a small moan. "Jack, please stop and we can talk about this another day when I can focus and put my words and thoughts together so that you can understand me." "You are very tense and I am a LPN so you should allow me to help." Feeling a bit uneasy with the situation I shrug his hands off and tell him that right now that really isn't the best idea. He squats down placing his right hand on my right leg about midway up my thigh his fingers splayed so that his index finger is less than 2 inches away from grazing the now wet area of my thankfully black jeans. "What are you doing, Jack?" "I'm not leaving until you tell me what is on your mind. And that is final, ok?" My face is becoming a nice shade of red while I turn away and softly whisper, "I think I have a small crush on you." Remaining fixed on North America wallpaper that covers the wall to avoid eye contact I try to reassure him it will not be a problem by saying, "But please don't worry I will always keep it very professional and you will never know the difference. I am so sorry for making you uncomfortable." His hand moving slowly over my stomach brushing lightly over my left arm as he reaches to turn my face to him when he says, "Starr, I have a confession to make myself. I miss clocking in just so I can stop in your office. You are so very sexy in your tight jeans and it drives me crazy to see your bra strap exposed when your swamped and in a disarray. Then you just reach over and tug until its neatly covered once again and never think twice about me standing there as if I have known you all your life." Embarrassed at the revelation of my exposing myself at times and never realizing it and at how silly my having a crush on him had sounded I try once more to turn away to no avail. His eyes filled with a sparkle as he turns to kiss my lips just lightly and slow at first until he feels me begin to return the kiss. My mind is in a whirl and my heart is racing as his tongue moves across my bottom lip gently tugging into his mouth for a short but sensual session of sucking and licking. I am making one last weak effort to push Jack away but he is very persuasive with his kisses and then I feel his cock is hard pressing against his jeans begging to be released as he pushes against my leg. A soft moan escapes my mouth between long soft drawn out kisses each one outperforming the other. I am trying to squirm away because I know this is wrong here at work but the more I feel his hands caressing my back and trailing my spine I just can't pull away. "Take my hand Starr" he whispered holding his hand out for me to take and pulling me to my feet. My face comes barely to his chest so he is leaning in to kiss me while I tiptoe stretching to take every last kiss I can steal. Our tongues softly touching between his slightly parted lips when I trace his lower lip with my tongue so slow I can feel his cock beginning to throb with a strong need and urgency. "Oh god I want you Starr!" "Mmmm I want you too!" I manage between soft drawn out moans. Suddenly he drops to his knees never looking away from my eyes as he unfastens the button on my jeans and slowly unzips. He starts kissing every place now exposed by the V shaped opening of my tight black jeans. Slowly he begins working his way back up my soft tummy as he stands up to slide his hands under my blouse pulling it swiftly over my head. Realities sinking in again I begin to worry as I stand there in my open jeans and leopard print under-wire bra wondering what I would do if someone came to the door. He brushes his fingers over my right cheek while he pulls me close again with his left hand. His lips tracing my ear and then blowing slowly driving me crazy as the wetness begins to build between my thighs just before he moves on to my neck using the same pattern of kissing, licking and blowing trying to bring me over the edge already with his touch. I tug his shirt over his head as fast as I can and admire that hard chest I have admired for weeks now from a distance. That allows me to caress his chest making sure to take my time circling each nipple extra slow and lean down to take a fast light lick on each one. His hands reach for my shoulders and pull me closer for our first deep passionate kiss that must have lasted 4 minutes without breathing or so it seemed. His cock was jumping and throbbing beneath his jeans and against my stomach. I have to reach out and touch it drawing him closer as my hand rubs his jeans and my mouth draws him in closer to my body. He unfastens my bra and pushes me away just enough to let it fall to land barely on the arm of my office chair dangling in the air it would appear. I am slow as I undress him the rest of the way kissing his fantastic body while I am uncovering every inch. I take just a second to stop and lick the pre-cum from the slit in the head of the cock I want to feel slide deep in my mouth making him rock slightly unsteady on his feet for a split second. My right hand slowly begins to rub his cock while my left hand is tracing his inner right thigh and my tongue is making a trail from the place where his balls meet his cock all the way to the head of his cock tasting more pre-cum, "mmmm" I moan. Giving me a light slap on my ass that is up in the air while I am bending over to lick his cock before he starts to shove my jeans back and down forcing me to stand and remove them while he watches me expose my smooth shaven pussy. Kissing him one more time as his finger slips in between my wet pussy lips exploring and discovering my pulsing clit peeking out of them. I grab his hand and pulled it away and to my mouth looking in his dark brown eyes as he slid his wet finger in my mouth so I could taste my juices while I lick it clean. I pull away and drop to my knees returning to my work of licking that awesome thick hard cock. Looking up into those beautiful sexy dark eyes and run my tongue really slowly over the tip of the head then circle it just before I slip it in my mouth. I am taking it in slowly one lingering inch at a time until all eight inches were buried deep in my mouth. His panting is increasing as I place my hands on his hips and take his cock in and out of my mouth gradually picking up the pace. I start moving a bit faster and sucking harder while my right hand is stroking the bottom of his bulging shaft bringing him close to pumping my mouth full of his hot cum. I slowed down before I let his now pulsing rock hard cock drop from my mouth and lightly lick the head again. I start to tease it again licking gently the full length of his cock until he could take no more and shoved his hands in my long brown hair moaning, "suck my cock." "Oh god, yes, right there, don't stop!" He slams his cock into my mouth fucking it hard and fast over and over while he holds it still and just demands I take every inch he is slamming deep in my throat. I want more so I grab his ass and shove his cock as far as it will go pounding my mouth with it. I only needed to give him one more hard sucking while I stroked his cock hard and fast to get what I was craving. He grabbed my head and fucked my mouth one last time exploding filling my mouth and watching his cum seep out and drip from the corner of my mouth. I swallowed every last drop I could suck out of his now softening cock and then licked him clean then slipped it slowly back in my mouth for one last long drawn out suck teasing with my tongue. Without a word he pulled me up to stand to kiss him. Then he took his hand and swiped everything off the center of my desk sending papers flying and commanded me to sit on my desk and spread my legs for him to taste my sweet juices. I did as I was told and got myself in position with one foot on my desk and the other on filing cabinet beside my desk giving him perfect access to my already soaked pussy. He slowly began to trace my puffy swollen pink pussy lips with his fingers. He was so close to my pussy I could feel him breathing on my hot pussy as he continued to torture me with his fingers slowly slipping one inside then quickly removing it before tracing the lips again just barely brushing over my clit. I begin to moan low as he slides two fingers deep into my pussy and this time he leaves them there not moving just holding them still. He asked if I want him to lick my pussy yet. I moaned, "yes!" in an almost purr like manner drawn from deep in the back of my throat where he longed to thrust his cock. "Too bad you must wait," he said matter-of-factly and without any show of affection towards my newfound plight of being so horny from his sweet lips and sensual tongue being so close to my pussy I could close my eyes and almost feel it as if he were there lapping up all of my pussy juices. I briefly imagined throwing myself at the first hot guy that walks by and begging him to fuck me right then and there if Jack stopped right now. I wanted to plead with him to lick my pussy clean but I couldn't focus when he brought his other hand up to rub my clit. I was just getting into the rhythm of his fingers sliding in and out of my wetness and rubbing my throbbing clit when he suddenly stopped. I raised up to look but he told me lay back and give him my hand which I did right away. He slid a finger in my pussy with his left hand and took my right hand in his and placed it on my clit to help him rub my clit. My fingers cross over my clit like an expert traces and caressing in all the right places while he watched as we brought me so close to going over the edge when he stopped my hand and pushed it away. Once again I can feel the breathing on my clit making me arch my back and then raise my hips trying to reach his mouth with my pussy. But he gently placed his hand on my stomach and pushed me down. One at a time he took my legs and placed them over his shoulders as he inched his mouth closer kissing my thighs. Just as sensually he ran his tongue over my pulsing pussy lips driving me up off of the desk and shoving my wet pussy right into his mouth. Slowly at first he is licking and teasing my clit with small circles and gently sucking it before slamming my pussy with his fingers so deep I am panting and moaning needing more now. He is torturing me with his tongue letting it dance over my pussy close but not too close. He is working his two fingers in and out drawing me closer and closer to the edge of the desk rocking to meet his thrusts. I let out a loud moan as he dives into my pussy sliding his tongue into my pussy with his fingers and then back to my clit sucking and licking harder and faster. I run my fingers through his hair and pull him to my pussy fucking his face harder and harder needing my release that I can feel building up in waves like a row of 10-foot waves in the Indian Ocean. Pounding my pussy with his fingers in and out he buries his face into my pussy licking and sucking my clit until I reach my limits and squirt my hot juicy cum all over his fingers and into his mouth. As soon as he was done lapping up all my juices out of my pussy he brought his fingers to me and shared the yummy juices I had soaked them with seconds before. One at a time I help him lick his fingers clean before pulling him down to kiss me. He helps me up never stopping kissing me deeply enjoying the taste of my kiss mixed with cum but suddenly he turns me around and bends me over the desk. His hand finding my pussy from behind exploring for only a minute before I feel the head of his hard cock pressing against my pussy lips. I open up just a bit only enough for the head to make its way into my pussy. I feel him working his cock in and out until he buries the full length of his shaft inside me. He grabs my hips and begins to fuck me fast and hard making me moan louder and louder. "Oh God! Yes! Oh yes baby harder!" He slows for a second while he grabs my shoulders and uses his foot to guide me to close my legs close together making an extremely tight fit for his throbbing cock in my still dripping pussy. Then he obeys my command and fucks me harder and faster sliding his cock out and slamming it hard deep into my pussy. "Jack! Oh my God! Don't stop!" I plead for more as he starts to dig his nails into my back; he is fucking me so hard. He is rocking his cock in and out faster and harder when I can't take anymore. Screaming, "Oh God baby I'm cumming!" I feel my pussy pulsing and throbbing hard around his cock driving him over the edge with me as he pumped his hot steamy cum deep in my pussy until our cum mixed was drizzling down our legs. He caresses my thighs rubbing our juices all over me as if it were a sensual lotion as we got lost in the moment of ecstasy until we caught our breath and our bodies relaxed. After what seemed like a moment stopped in time we both realized it was time to part ways even though we weren't ready. "Jack" "Yes?" "Hold me, just a little longer?" I whispered. "Of course," Jack assures me and pulls me closer if that is possible. An endless number of thoughts begin to parade through my mind. Dangerous thoughts of tomorrow and what will come of this night. "What happened the next day?" My thoughts of that passionate night still danced in my head but for a second after I told the story that was slightly interrupted by Sara Beth's curious question. "Nothing. A week before I was offered another job and I took it so I have seen or spoken to Jack since." "Do you ever wonder about him?" "Not really. I haven't thought of another man that way since I married." "Cassandra and I are very lucky you still invite us to visit since you stopped being a slut," Sara Beth whispered as she jumped away expecting me to slap her arm or something childish. But I couldn't because the truth is I was a slut back then. "Indeed. You are," spoken with true Vulcan seriousness as though I was Spock himself in a scene straight out of Star Trek. Although we both laughed hysterically I needed to add, "But I would be lying to myself if I didn't admit I still wish I knew if that was all a dream or if Jack and I had enjoyed our last visit so passionately." *Last Edited on January 30, 2011 Previously Edited on October 20, 2008. I will not be writing a day two or similar sequence(s) at this time however I will be submitting a new series soon with Starr as one of the main "characters". Please take the time to vote and let me know how I am doing. I try to always respond to feedback mail so feel free to contact me with any ideas, advice or just to express how you feel about my writing or this story. Working Late at the Office Amy sat at her desk wondering what she had gotten herself into, what began as a fun game was suddenly seeming less like a game. She retrieved a file from the pile and began flicking through it, not really taking anything in. Since beginning her job 6 weeks ago Amy had found the work captivating, and loved what she did, there was just one small problem; Tom. Tom sat next her, and was the one who had trained her. He was the one she went to when she had questions. The problem was, these days she had no questions, but made them up just so she had an excuse to talk to him. At first glance, Tom seemed like a quiet bloke, hard-working and not particularly interesting. On her first day, Amy hadn't been sure that he would be that much fun, and somewhat regretted that she hadn't ended up sat next to the office clown, or the chatty girls. Over time though, she began to appreciate her seat next to Tom. Tall with brownish hair and warm brown eyes that seemed so deep, Tom wasn't conventionally attractive but Amy was smitten! He also had the loveliest smile, one that had entered Amy's fantasies many times over the previous weeks, not to mention the amazing body! He could also make her laugh, and they quickly discovered a similar sense of humour, sharing banter and innuendo as much as possible. Days sat next to Tom left Amy desperate for more, and by the end of the day she was usually so horny that she had to take out her vibrator as soon as she got home. She was pretty certain he wanted her too. It started out in small things, last week when sharing lunch, Tom had brushed his leg up against Amy's, seemingly by accident, but even that tiny touch left her moist and squirming. Yesterday, she couldn't keep her eyes off his bum when he was bending over to put something in the filing cabinets, he had caught her eye and smiled. At that point she couldn't help but part her legs a little so that Tom could see what she wasn't wearing under her skirt! She smiled as he tried to hide his instant erection. The man had her so horny she would have fucked his brains out on the office floor, if it weren't for one minor detail -- her husband. Amy loved her husband but he just want that great in bed, still the last thing she'd want to do is hurt him, and so, she tried to keep the games with Tom to a minimum, though her self-control was diminishing and she wasn't sure how much longer she would have it. With nothing better to do on a Friday night, Amy planned to pull some overtime, and watched as one-by-one her colleagues turned off their computers and left. Before long, it was her and Tom alone in the office, typing away, the air between them growing thicker with sexual tension. Eventually, unable to bear it any longer, Amy headed for the stationary cupboard, under the pretence of getting more staples. Leaning against a shelf with her eyes closed, Amy tried to control her raging hormones. Then the door opened softly behind her. 'I realised that I also need staples' Tom said as he came up behind her, pressing up against her back as he reached around her to pick up a box of them. She could feel his erection pressing against her lower back, and that alone made her pussy slick with arousal. Before she could stop herself she had leant into Tom, so that his erection was now pressing against her buttocks, and drew a shuddering breath. She had to get a grip, before this got out of hand. Before she could say anything, Tom's hand came around her and he cupped her right breast, rolling the nipple between his fingers, squeezing it just enough to send waves of pleasure shooting through her body. Amy was in heaven, and hell! It had been years since she had been touched by a man who knew how to drive her wild, but this man was not her husband. Could she do this? Tom began to trail kisses down the back of her neck, as he continued to touch her breasts and to gently press his hard manhood against her. Amy wanted so desperately to give him full access but she was afraid. A small moan escaped her as his hands slid down to her flat stomach. As if she wasn't wet enough already! She could feel the heat and the moisture from her pussy on her inner thighs -- a direct result of her lack of panties. She could also smell her warm aroused scent in the air, and was certain Tom could. She reached behind her, pulling Tom closer, feeling his already large penis grow even more as it pressed deeper into her buttocks. 'I have wanted to fuck you from the moment I first saw you' he whispered into her ear hoarsely, 'you have got the most fantastic little arse, and I can smell your sweet, dripping cunt. I can't wait to bury my cock in it'. At these words Amy knew there was no going back. At this point, Tom spun her around and kissed her passionately, his tongue sliding between her lips to probe her mouth. He fucked her mouth slowly with his tongue, all the while exploring her with his hands, opening her blouse to free her tits, which he grabbed and began to massage, making her legs weak. While he did this she unzipped his fly and freed his cock, which had been straining at the fabric. She grabbed his warm dick in her hand, the girth and length of it making her gasp in anticipation. Amy knew that if she didn't have this cock inside her soon, she would just die. Tom dropped to his knees and began kissing the inside of her thigh, just at the hem of her business skirt. He began working his way up, taking the skirt with him. It wasn't long before Amy's breaths were coming in gasps, and moans were escaping her. Just when she thought she could wait no longer, he slid his hot tongue along her throbbing wet slit, causing her to squirm with pleasure. Before she knew what she was doing she was fucking his mouth as his tongue slid in and out of her hot cunt, and he teased her clit with his teeth. After all the tension that had been building up over so many weeks, it didn't take long for her to come, harder than she ever had before, bucking on his face as her orgasm consumed her. Before she could recover properly, Tom had turned her onto her knees, and was teasing her slit and her arse with his cock. She could feel his throbbing dick pressed up against her arse, and was so horny that she would have welcomed the fucking she knew she was going to get, whichever hole he chose. He grabbed her hips and slid the length of his cock into her she cried out, as the girth of him filled her like never before. Clearly there was no more Mr Nice Guy, as Tom began to slam into her causing a mix of pleasure and pain that left her breathless. The fucking was getting harder and faster and she was crying out for more. Amy had never been fucked like this and she screamed with pleasure as another orgasm began ripping through her. Now putty in Tom's hands, she could only comply when he pulled her head towards his still-hard cock, glistening with her juices. She took all of his length into her mouth, savouring the taste of her own pussy as she did so. Loving the feeling of him, she grabbed his dick and began working her hand up down the shaft as she licked and sucked him for all she was worth. It wasn't long before he came, shooting into her mouth, filling it with the salty taste of sex. She swallowed every drop, her arousal and wonder causing her to enjoy it in a way she never had. As Amy collapsed onto the floor, her legs to weak to hold her up, and the smell of sex surrounding her, Tom zipped up his trousers, kissed her once more then left the stationary cupboard. Once she got her breath back, and had dressed herself, Amy followed. Sitting down at her desk, Tom caught her eye and whispered hoarsely 'would you help me with some photocopying before you go home'. Working Late at the Office I was working late one summer evening with Claire, trying to sort out a problem that had been plaguing us all day. Both of us were getting tired and in need of a break. Claire stood up from her chair, walked to the window and looked out across the narrow road to the buildings opposite, which were only a few yards away. She called me called me over saying "Quick, look at this!" I stood up, wandered to the window and looked across at the floor level with our own. The office opposite was well lit and inside it, a couple was making love across a large wooden desk in front of the window. A tall naked blonde girl was lying on her back on the desk, while a well built man who was also totally naked stood in front of her holding her calves and pushing her knees up to her chest as he fucked her slowly. Forcing his long curving prick deep into her body and making her tits bounce as he rammed himself into her, his balls banging between the cheeks of her arse. We could both clearly see his thick prick glisten with the girl's wetness as he pulled it almost completely from her pouting cunt only to thrust back into her. His hard cock disappearing deep inside her, making her back arch as she pushed herself back onto his huge prick. My own prick stiffened quickly, responding to the incredibly erotic sight in front of us and formed a very large uncomfortable bulge in my trousers. I felt the urgent throbbing between my legs and turned to look at Claire. Her hands were gripping the radiator below the low window sill as she watched the couple intently. Was it my imagination or did she seem slightly out of breath? I had fancied her for a while, ever since we had started working together, but as we both had regular partners nothing had happened between us. Claire now appeared to press her thighs against the top of the radiator and I wondered just how turned on she was by the scene across the road. I decided to take a risk and moving behind her took her hips in my hands and pressed my straining erection against her buttocks. She responded by leaning forward and pushing her bottom back at me, pressing herself against my obviously hard cock. Encouraged I put my hands up under her arms and felt the firm little breasts hidden beneath her blouse and thin lacy bra. I squeezed her tits gently, enjoying the soft flesh and felt her pert nipples harden under the thin fabric. Without speaking I let my hands fall to the buttons on the front of her blouse and rapidly undid them all, pulling her blouse off first, then undoing her bra and lifting it off her shoulders. My hands returned to her breasts cupping them in my hands as I teased her delicate little nipples into hard points with my fingers, kissing and biting softly at the side of her neck. Claire started to rub her bottom against the front of my trousers exciting my stiff cock even more. I dropped my hands to the waistband of her tight skirt and undid both the catch and zip, allowing it to fall to the floor. I looked down at her firm rounded bottom covered in the white semi transparent lace of her knickers then down at her long legs with self supporting stockings displaying a few inches of naked thigh. I knew at that moment I was soon going to bury my aching flesh deep inside her soft body. I pulled off my own tie, shirt, trousers, shoes and socks in a frenzy, leaving a pile on the floor then slowly dropped my shorts letting my rigid cock spring free. I leaned forward again and cupped her beautiful tits, the bulging head of my thick shaft touching the crisp lace of her knickers and leaving a trace of clear nectar across the patterned material as it seeped from the end of my swollen prick. I enjoyed the feel of her lithe body before dropping to my knees behind her and sliding the delicate lace down over her buttocks. I smelt the musk of her excitement as the damp knickers peeled away from her moist folds, then lowering my head I ran my tongue down between her buttocks as I slid her pants to the floor. I tasted her, parting her buttocks as she leaned further forward to give me access to her sex and dipping my tongue into the sweet nectar between the swollen lips of her cunt, savoring her excitement. I stood again, desperate now to push my burning cock into her, she looked back at me wantonly, realizing what was going to happen, thrusting her bottom back at me and leaning up against the window, resting her head on her arms and squashing her tits against the cold glass. She turned back and continued to watch the couple across the road as she felt me take my aching tool in my hand and guide it along the cleft of her buttocks towards her succulent pussy. I felt my cock touch her soft delicate lips and rubbed the engorged tip along her moist slit, the round head parting her gently as her swollen folds anointed me with her musky nectar. Her body opened around my aching cock allowing me access to the hot wet centre of her sex. I pushed and felt myself slowly slide inside her, the tender skin of her cunt stretching and slipping sensuously along my sensitive shaft as it pierced her aching body. Claire was still watching the couple opposite as the man pulled himself from his lover's pussy and made the girl kneel on the desk in front of him with her arse in the air. He moved behind her, his big prick jutting angrily from his body as he felt her buttocks before guiding his long prick back towards her beautiful open cunt. As the tip of his prick came to rest against her open hole he thrust himself hungrily back into her wetness and started to fuck her hard and fast. I started to pump myself backwards and forwards into Claire's lithe yielding body, loving the feel of her tight little cunt as it opened and closed around my rigid flesh, gripping my cock with each thrust. I watched my glistening cock sliding in and out of Claire's tight little pussy marveling at how her small body could accommodate my big angry looking cock now piercing her delicate flesh so erotically. I looked up and began to time my own thrusts to match the couple on the desk who were fucking each other faster and harder as their orgasms approached. I put my fingers down between the front of Claire's thighs to feel the short crisp curls covering her firm mound before finding her stiff little clitoris protruding achingly from the top of her pouting lips and starting to rub her gently in time with our movements. The other couple started to come, she seemed to yell and collapse on the desk as he leaned back and held her hips pumping frantically and almost savagely into her as he sprayed powerful jets of sperm deep into her body. I thrust hard into Claire almost lifting her off the ground with each thrust, driving my cock deep into her succulent pussy, the girl across the road looked up and pointed at us fucking against the window, together they watched Claire writhe while I thrust myself into her from behind and worked my fingers over her clit. The sensation of the other couple watching her being fucked was too much for Claire, she gasped and came, gripping my cock hard with her powerful muscles as they contracted with her orgasm. I held her hips and fucked her hard, pulling her onto my solid pole as I banged my hips up against her arse, burying my burning cock deep inside her body. My prick was at bursting point then suddenly the spasms of an orgasm overwhelmed me. I came shouting with pleasure and spurting floods of thick creamy spunk into Claire's yielding body, my prick jerking and pulsing inside her as my balls emptied deep inside her slick wet hole. The couple across the road was not finished yet, the man lay across the desk and the girl bent her head to his groin taking his soft prick in her mouth and started to suck him making him grow between her lips. Claire and I recovered slowly, kissing each other as my soft cock slipping gently from her tender pussy. We watched as the girl's head bobbed up and down over the man's thighs and his prick grew larger, in turn he slipped one hand between the girl's buttocks and started to finger her wet vulva. Soon the man had grown fully hard again, his big thick cock pointing up from his body into the girl's mouth. She released him and climbed onto the table spreading her knees either side of his waist and holding his prick upright, lowering herself towards it. As the end touched her, she rubbed it along the cleft of her pussy opening her lips around it and pressing it against her clitoris. Then she threw her head back and sank down on his firm cock, impaling herself on his thick curving shaft, feeling her cunt stretch as he filled her. The girl started to ride her man energetically driving his cock high into her body each time she sank down on him, her large breasts bouncing deliciously with every jerk of her body. She looked up and saw us still watching, then smiling cupped her tits in her hands and squeezed her nipples, putting on a show for us as she moved on the big thick cock filling her cunt. Claire turned to face me and we kissed deeply our tongues moving together as we each panted into the other's mouth. My cock was stiffening again already and I felt it pressing against Claire's hip and stomach. I moved my hips to work my cock, which was still wet with our juices against her soft skin, making it swell against her. She in turn rubbed herself against me, grinding her soft pussy against my thigh, crushing her aching clitoris onto my skin while she brushed her stiff nipples across my chest. I felt my sperm running from her body onto my thigh allowing her to slide easily against me, the thought of her freshly fucked cunt running with my sperm exciting me enormously, as my cock was beginning to show. I bent and put my hands under her buttocks and holding her tight lifted her up over my hips. She immediately wrapped her legs around me and locked her ankles behind my back. My cock was caught between us so I lifted her hips up and felt the sensitive end slip down over the wet hairs of her cunt then nestle between the warm wet lips of her open sex. Claire reached down under her buttocks with one hand, feeling for my swollen prick as I lifted her, then finding it she started to rub it along the deep cleft between her open thighs letting the thick rounded end ease her lips further apart. I felt her swollen lips open around the end of my cock, the heat of her body starting to engulf me as I let her hips slip down a little. She gasped and put her hand back around my neck leaving me to thrust my hips gently at her. I let her slide further down each time, forcing my long curving cock deeper into her with each gentle push, her cunt opening wider for me each time. Before my whole prick was buried in her body I pulled my hips back and lifted her buttocks until only the tip my cock was still inside her, then let her hips drop and thrust my rigid cock up driving the whole solid length up her in one thrust. She squealed and started to rock herself on the base of my cock, working her clitoris against me and sliding her cunt along my shaft. I held her buttocks, pulling her onto me and pressing her down onto my cock as I made gentle thrusts into her. At the same time I pressed my fingers between her buttocks feeling her arse contract in time with our thrusts and tickling her little arsehole with one finger. I started to thrust harder at her, banging our bodies together and feeling my cock disappear into her, piercing her tight hole and bathing in the warm juices inside her body as I seemed to go deeper and deeper. I pounded into her letting more and more of her weight rest on my stiff cock forcing her clitoris to scrape the whole length of my cock as it slid into her, soon she began jerking uncontrollably on my cock, starting to come, squeezing me hard and biting my shoulder as the waves of pleasure rolled over her body. I walked over to a desk, rested her bottom on it and lifted up her knees with my hands opening her pussy even more and proceeded to drive my cock into her soft wet cleft as hard and fast as I could. Claire moaned and began to whimper with each relentless thrust as it buried my rigid flesh deep inside her body making her come again, this time taking me with her. Forcing an explosion of sheer pleasure to shoot up from the base of my cock and spurt my thick sperm deep into her cunt, my own orgasm being forced from me by her gorgeous cunt as it contracted rhythmically on my pounding flesh. Working Late at the Office It's New York City, one of the largest cities in the United States. I work in this small law firm right outside of the city. My name is Lisa; I have brown hair and blue eyes. The way the guys look at me around here I take it I have a great looking body. I pretty much keep to myself and stay out of everyone's way. The guy that I work for his name is Ben. He's tall dark and handsome. I'm one of his secretaries. It was Monday morning and it was time to get up and go to work. I felt a little sexy this morning so I put on this white thin blouse that you can see my light pink bra. The bra was a half bra and when my nipples get hard they poke above the edge. I put on a short flowing black skirt so when I bend over you could almost see my bare pussy. I love to where my g-string with this skirt. My legs are tan so I didn't have to where any pantyhose. As I drove to work I could feel the cold leather of my car seat against my hot, warm pussy. I started to move my hips around rubbing my pussy against it. I looked down and I could see the wetness on my seat. I took my fingers and started to rub my clit as I was sitting there at a red light. There was a man in a car next to me just staring at me I took my fingers and put them in my mouth and licked my pussy juice off them. The man's mouth dropped as I drove off. I kept rubbing until I cam all over my seat. I cleaned myself up and went into work. As I was getting prepared for work Ben came out of his office and asked to speak to me and the other secretary. We went to his office as I was sitting there listening to him my pussy started to throb and quiver. I wanted to feel his hard cock inside of my pussy. I could feel the wetness oozing out from under my g-string. After I came to my senses I caught the end of the conversation where he was asking if I and the other girl could stay after work today to type up some papers for some clients. Of course I said I would. The other secretary who's name is Lori said yes also. She has brunette hair brown eyes and a nice set of tits. One's that you could lick and squeeze. It surprised me that I was thinking that way. I was getting wet just thinking about what it would be like be with her. The day went by pretty fast. It was 5 o'clock and everyone else went home except for me, Lori, and Ben. I got up to go and get something to drink when I came back Lori was rubbing her neck; I told her I could rub it for her. I went up to her and started to rub her neck. As I rubbed her heart started pounding her breasts were moving rapidly and she started to moan. She told me that it felt really good. Her moaning was turning me on. I kept rubbing and I noticed my hands were moving slowly down towards her big round tits. She wasn't stopping me. My heart was racing my pussy was throbbing. I could feel my wetness soaking my panties. I could feel her hard nipples through her bra. She started to unbutton her blouse. I kept on rubbing. She was rubbing herself all over she moved down to her pussy and pushed her panties to one side and exposed a well shaven pussy. She started to finger fuck herself. I couldn't help myself but watching her and hearing her moan I made myself cum. I moved to the front of her and knelt down at her feet. I took off her bra and started to lick and suck on her hard nipples. As I was doing that she took off my blouse and my bra and started to rub my boobs. Her hands felt so good. I slowly worked my way down to her pussy. It was soaked also. I started to finger and lick it slowly. Meanwhile Ben was standing in his doorway watching all of this. His cock was as hard as a rock and waiting to get invited to join. Lori looked at him and gave him that look that he was waiting for. He walked up to Lori and she unbuttoned his pants and exposed his hard cock. She started to suck it and rub it. Ben lifted up my skirt and started to finger my wet, hot pussy. I was quivering at this time. I couldn't wait to get a taste of his cock. Lori got up from the chair and laid down on the ground she told me to back my pussy up to her mouth. I did as she wanted me to. It felt so wonderful having my pussy licked and sucked by another girl. Ben came up to me and placed his hard cock in my mouth. I was in heaven and felt numb with excitement. While this was going on everyone forgot about the front door being unlocked and also about the client that was suppose to come by to pick up the papers we were suppose to be typing. No one saw or heard the client Brad at the front desk. He walked in and admired what was going on. He stood there and caressed his hard cock that was growing inside his pants. Finally the moment that I was wanting for so long ever since I started working here was here, to feel Ben's hard cock inside of me. I was told to get on all fours while Ben placed the head of his cock just inside my wet, wanting pussy. He kept sliding it in and out going deeper and deeper. I wanted to cum so bad but I was told not to just yet. It was hard not to because my pussy was burning. Lori was just sitting there with her pussy out in the open inviting our new client in. Brad walked over and buried his cock in Lori's pussy while Ben moved his cock from my pussy to my ass. I wanted to scream for joy. His big cock felt so good inside of me. As I watched Brad fuck Lori I couldn't hold back anymore. I begged and begged to cum. Finally Lori told me I could and when I did it rained all over me and all over Ben. This was enough to push Ben over the edge he pulled his cock out and came all over my back. When he was done I licked his cock clean. I then turned over to Lori and started to rub her clit and finger her while Brad was fucking her ass. The feeling of his cock in her ass against my fingers in her pussy was wonderful. It must have been for her as well because she squirted all over my hand. My fingers in her pussy rubbing against Brad's cock in her ass was more than he could take but before came, he pulled out and stuck his cock in my mouth filling it with his warm salty sperm. I swallowed everything he gave me. We all got cleaned up, Brad got his papers and left with a smile and very satisfied with the service. Lori and I left and said same place same time tomorrow. I thanked her for the best time of my life and the most memorable. I left, went home and once at home I was thinking about everything that happened and as I lay in bed I fingered my pussy and made myself squirt all over my bed and sheets. Good Night Working Late Can Be Fun! It was a really long, tough and tiring week at the office, and though it was already Friday evening, Kim had much to do before she could consider starting the weekend. Friday afternoons at the firm were historically a ghost town, and today was no different. Because Kim had so much to finish before she could leave, the peace and quiet of her office was comforting and welcome. Late fall weather had settled in and Kim's office with a wonderful window view overlooking the capitol building felt cold but comforting. She had spent many evenings and weekends at the office not seeing a single sole, and she assessed by her earlier walk through the firm that tonight would be no different. With her feet hurting from wearing pumps 12-14 hours every day that week, Kim decided to stop in the ladies room and removing both her tights and her heels, as she was likely going to be in the office until a good 11 o'clock and wanted to be comfortable. On her way back to her office through the halls where the lights were on automatic timers and they were quietly dimming to conserve energy, and with the cleaning crew already gone for the evening, as she heard the familiar speak of Spanish dialog as the 15th floor suite door closed loudly, Kim was considering from where she may order dinner - something light but flavorful. Back at her desk, Kim reviewed her "To Do" list and as she did, she realized that she had been spending an inordinate amount of time in her office lately and had absolutely no prospects for relationships. Kim's thoughts momentarily drifted to her last boyfriend of nearly a couple of years, Thomas. She smiled as she thought, "The sex was beyond incredible!" It was right along that moment that Kim remembered that she had a "sex egg" in her purse! Earlier in the week, she stopped to get her mail and her order from Adam & Eve had arrived and it was such a shame that she had been too busy to even test out her new sex toy! Upon this recollection, Kim got into her desk drawer, searched around in her purse and pulled out the sex egg, momentarily admiring it not only for what it was, but also because it represented her femininity as well as her sensual confidence. Kim gave pause and thought, "What would it hurt to work while enjoying the new toy? After all, it was afterhours, nobody was around and I deserve a little 'feel good time'." To her surprise, she was feeling dampness between her legs. Kim quietly laughed at herself as she was feeling awkward to have thoughts of masturbation in her office, but oddly, it was extremely erotic to her! It wasn't but a moment before Kim moved so that while sitting, the balls of her feet elevated her knees slightly and she opened her legs under her desk. She slipped her panties aside and allowed her middle finger to explore the wetness that was developing. Her labia majora was soft and exceedingly slick with her arousal. Kim didn't allow herself to pleasure herself, all she needed to do is confirm she was wet enough to insert the sex egg. She quickly confirmed that she was well lubricated. Kim took the egg-shaped toy and held it at the opening of her vagina, while she slipped down in her chair a bit for easy access, which she allowed her left index and middle finger to hold back her folds. As expected, the sex egg slipped easily and deeply into her vagina. The sex egg was attached to a fairly long chord, and at the end of the chord was a handheld remote control with a dial - to control the intensity of the vibration. She slowly turned the dial and began to feel a gentle flutter deep inside her vagina. Because it was going to be a long evening, Kim decided to enjoy a nice, long build to climax. It was a quick decision that she would only allow herself to orgasm once she finished all that she had to do before going home. As such, Kim could enjoy increasing and decreasing the vibration in her vagina based on her wants. Kim softly smiled with pleasure, placed the remote on her desk beside her keyboard and turned to dig into her obligations. Kim was enjoying the private vibrator session as she read through the client contract proposal - really, it gave the task a whole new dimension. She was redlining the document as she went and was making great progress. Just then, she realized someone was standing in her office doorway and it startled her! Kim jumped and her colleague Rob apologized for startling her as he laughed at her reaction! She was laughing too and immediately realized that she had a vibrator in her vagina, and it wasn't necessarily discrete. Rob asked, "Kim, I saw you and I were the only ones pulling double-duty on a lonely Friday night, which might I add should be illegal, and I wondered if I could buy you dinner and have it brought in for the both of us?" Rob was a colleague whom everyone liked. He was fit, fun, energetic, educated, and what always seemed to be in motion - thinking, meeting with clients and delivering on the firm's expectations. Kim always thought Rob was out of her league, but she saw no reason to not enjoy his presence. As he asked Kim about dinner, he picked up her stress ball from her desk and walked around to her wall of windows overlooking the capitol and continued to carry the conversation - sharing that he just got in from Dallas and decided he would stop at the office to bang out a couple of reports before heading home. "I don't know about you, but if I went home on a Friday night with the intention of working, I would simply fuck off and not get anything done," Rob said with a light-hearted chuckle. Kim laughed with him and confirmed that's precisely why she was still at the office. All the while, Kim was reaching for a folder so she could put it over the sex egg remote. Too late, Rob noted the sex egg remote and walked over to Kim's desk as she was just getting that folder and as he was reaching to pick it up asked, "What's this cool little device?" Visually, he was following the thin little wire that Kim knew was attached to the vibrating sex egg hidden deep into her pussy and instantly panicked. She thought, "Oh fuck, what am I going to do now?" Kim assertively looked at Rob and said, "Please don't touch that - it's something personal." The smile on Rob's face was full of excitement, as he had a good idea what the remote may have been attached to, and he wanted Kim to be completely comfortable with him, as he had often admired her as a colleague and fantasized about her during his occasional private time. Rob leaned on Kim's desk next to her, and Kim could feel herself uncontrollably blushing. All the while, Kim was enraged with herself for doing something so dumb in her office! Though she trolled the premises to ensure it was vacant, she became so focused in her work and the vibration between her legs that she clearly missed the sound of Rob entering through the loud, glass and brass lobby doors. Rob so badly wanted to comfort Kim and he considered that maybe this could be his chance to enjoy her on a completely different level. So, Rob being larger than life, and always going after what he wants, decided to put all cards on the table and said, "Kim - we're mature, middle-age adults and I will level with you and share that I have long thought you are THE sexiest woman in our office. We've been in meetings and I have become aroused by just looking at you. And to really put it out there - when we were in Baltimore a year or so back, I masturbated in my room to the photo I took of you and Becky. To be clear, I took the photo at the after-meeting, get-together just so that I could have a photo of you to which to masturbate. Kim, you've long been the star in my fantasies and if that is a vibrator in your pussy, I would love nothing more than to position myself under your desk and enjoy it with you. -Can I taste you as you masturbate with the vibrator in your vagina?" Rob's demeanor changed from fun and flirty to quiet and gentle, a side Kim had never seen. Kim heard everything Rob said and was in a state of disbelief. As he spoke, all she could think was that she was just "the girl next door" and wouldn't ever be on the radar of someone like Rob. However, he was saying the complete opposite. In response, Kim took a deep breath before saying, "Well...what can I say? This is hands down, the most embarrassing moment of my life." Before Kim could say anything else, Rob gently took her hand and placed it on his extremely aroused penis. Kim naturally began feeling his arousal and couldn't come up with anything more to say in response. Since she didn't resist touching him, Rob confidently placed his hand down her blouse and under the cup of her bra so that he could tease and pleasure her nipple, and as Kim closed her eyes, he reached down and turned the vibrator up to maximum setting without notice. Kim let out a loud whimper and opened her eyes with great surprise - she truly couldn't speak. Her body was in control, not her mind. Rob unfastened his trousers and helped Kim release his aroused cock from his undershorts. She was a bit taken aback to see that Rob was uncircumcised, and quite large. He gently took her hand and helped her establish the rhythm around his cock that felt so good, as he then continued to pleasure her nipples - one at a time. After a bit of time, Rob backed off the vibrator to the lowest setting because Kim was nearing orgasm and he wanted to ether taste her orgasm or be the direct physical reason for her orgasm. Kim was catching her breath as he positioned himself under her desk so he could taste her wetness. She slid down in her chair, pulled up her skirt and spread her legs wide. Rob used both hands to separate her pussy lips; he spent some time admiring her wet, well-trimmed lady garden. He was quite aroused to see the wire disappearing into her vagina knowing she was a sensually confident woman who knew what she liked. He was hoping he could measure up to her standards. Rob used her wetness to lubricate his fingers before gently folding back her clitoral hood, exposing her clitoris. Immediately, Kim knew Rob's touch was electric and different, but didn't know what he was doing different, so she moved so that she could have a better perspective of how he was fingering her. It was then that she saw that he had exposed her clitoris and was gently massaging it directly, which she had never experienced before. Kim wanted more. Rob move close so that he could taste her pussy juices. First he tongued her and then without notice, boldly sucked her clit. Simultaneously, Rob increased the vibrator to maximum and Kim let out an uncensored moan of pleasure and nearly jumped out of her chair with excitement. Rob continued his course of action since it was working for her. Kim was now pleasuring her nipples through her shirt and breathlessly begging Rob if she could come. Rob's response was such that he didn't back off, but instead, slipped his one index finger gently into her ass which forced Kim into a body-rocking orgasm! Wave-over-wave of climax took over her body, leaving Kim uncontrollably moaning, elevating Rob's satisfaction and arousal. With Kim coming down off her incredible orgasm, Rob remained kneeling under her desk admiring her in a way he had always hoped he could, as he stroked his hard and wanting cock. Kim looked down at Rob, and he said smiling, "Round 1 - we are just getting started!"