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After Hours

By: partsa



It's not like this was out of the blue. I've seen it coming for a long time. I just didn't really think it would actually happen, ya know? Ok. Back to the beginning -- almost 3 years ago now. 

Sherri is the boss' wife, but more than that, she's also part-owner of this company. From the first time we met, there seemed to be a spark of some sort, but I shrugged it off, thinking it must have been wishful thinking. She's rather young to be partial owner of a company, and her marriage seems to be a business arrangement. They stay together as a formality, and because of their daughter, but things have never been good with her husband. It doesn't even seem to bother him when she's flirtatious with the guys around the office. Maybe he's just accepted that she's going to fool around, but he needs her because she's the brain behind the business. I don't know. I don't think anything has ever happened as a result of all that flirtation. Well, at least not until now. 

Fridays are usually sort of a "dress down" day for everybody other than Sherri. She comes to work dressed as usual, playing the part of the rich and sexy young executive. This past Friday, she seemed to be on the prowl more than normal. As I said, nothing has ever happened before because nobody has ever had the guts to respond to her flirting, even if just to see how serious she might be. But we work together fairly often, and she has often flaunted herself at me -- the way she walks when she knows I'm looking; teasing me often with quick glimpses of her beautiful cleavage; the little smiles here and there; bending over to tease me with that hot little ass. You get the picture. She's hot and she knows it. But being the part-owner of the company and wife of the other owner, she enjoys the power and intimidation she has over people. Well, this past Friday as I was saying, she seemed to be a little more aggressive than normal, and it showed in her outfit. She wore a tight skirt that ended about 4 inches above the knee and displayed a generous amount of her well-toned legs. Above that was a tight-fitting short-sleeved sweater meant to accentuate those wonderful breasts. She works hard at the gym, and is proud enough to show off the results. I've often dreamed of what she looks like under those sexy outfits of hers, never dreaming that I'd ever really find out. Well, Friday, between the outfit and her teasing, I decided it was time to finally press the issue. I couldn't take it. So when she asked me to stay after work to go over some reports with her, I began to come up with a plan. I didn't know how, but I had to find out if she was just a cock-tease or if she actually wanted me half as much as she was making me want her.

So 5:00 came along and the place was quickly deserted, everyone else being eager to get the weekend underway. Sherri came back to my office and sat on the desk next to me and we chatted for a while about the reports and what impact they would have on the meeting coming up the following week. After a few minutes, we decided to get down to business. Sherri turned her back to me and leaned over to spread out the reports on my desk. As she did, her sweater slid up, exposing a little of her firm abs, and giving me a tantalizing view of those breasts hanging down. I couldn't take any more. "The hell with it," I thought, "even if she's a bitch and fires me for this, I have to know how those breasts would feel in my hands." So I stepped forward and quickly slid my hands along her abs and then up under her sweater. When they found their destination, I was surprised to find no bra there, only those perfect breasts filling up my hands. She hesitated and froze for a second, and I thought I'd soon be looking for new employment. But then she closed her eyes and moaning quietly, stood up and leaned back against me. I knew right then that this was exactly what she wanted to happen tonight.

I stood there for a moment, my excitement overwhelming me. Then I slowly slid her sweater up past her shoulders and over her head. She simply stood there, savoring every sensation, for once she was not the one in control. I turned her to face me, and the thrill of Sherri standing there topless almost instantly gave me a throbbing erection. She's perfect. Perfect to me, at least, and I've heard enough whispers around the office to know that most of the other men in the company wouldn't argue much. Looking me in the eye with a burning look of passion, she eased down the zipper on her skirt, dropping it to the floor where her sweater had already landed. Unbelievable. She was wearing the sexiest pair of black lace panties I have ever seen. Or maybe it was what was in them, but does it really matter? She wasn't in them long, and as soon as I snapped out of my trance, I quickly shed my clothing as well. From where I stood, she was somewhere close to a 36c-22-34. Toned, tanned, and incredibly sexy. 

I stepped forward and took her face in my hands, tilting it upward to meet my lips. It seemed as if something exploded in my head. I had wanted this so long, and it seems she had too. I have never known as much passion as I found in that kiss. Regaining her composure, she turned me around and pushed me into a seated position on the desk, once again resuming her normal place of control. I wasn't sure what would come next, but I knew I'd enjoy it. She looked me in the eye, trying to decide how to proceed. With a sly smile, she stepped forward, taking my erection in her hand. With a look of pure enjoyment, she slowly lowered her head until her open mouth was just centimeters above my aching dick. My mind was reeling. I'd had some great experiences, but I've never been with anybody who was willing to suck my cock. Could I be so lucky? Judging by the look on Sherri's face, tonight I would be. She was loving every second of this as much as I was, maybe more because she knew what she had planned for me. Slowly, almost torturing me with pleasure, she inched her mouth downward to my balls, taking in every inch of me. I thought I was going to explode. Seriously. My whole body felt like it would explode if she kept this up -- my agonizingly slow trips in and out of her mouth. After a few minutes of the most intense pleasure I've ever known, she sensed that I couldn't take any more. She took me in all the way, the tip hitting the back of her throat. Pausing just a second, she then began to bob her head up and down feverishly, pushing me closer to the edge. Soon I could take no more and exploded deep into her throat as unconsciousness washed over me. I opened my eyes to see Sherri slowly licking me clean, my head still spinning from the experience. She knew it had been good for me, and she smiled to herself, sensing that my first blowjob might guarantee my future "loyalty to the company." If there were more experiences like this, I'd take as many late nights at work as I could get. 

Still in control, she slowly worked me back to an erection, pausing between licks to stroke me lovingly. Though I had done nothing, her devotion to my pleasure had left her pussy dripping wet and aching for action. Coaxing me closer to the edge of the desk, she climbed up and took her place directly above my again throbbing erection. She was not about to give up control, but it didn't matter to me. As good as she was at controlling my pleasure, she could have just as much control as she wanted. After teasing me for what seemed like minutes but was probably only seconds, she plunged downward, plunging me back into unbelievable ecstasy with the feeling of her hot, tight pussy around my aching cock. She is apparently as expert at cock-riding as she is at sucking them. Slowly, slowly, she inched up and down, enjoying every sensation that was flooding through her body. As before, she continued her slow pace until she knew I could take no more. Then she accelerated her movements to a feverish pace until I again exploded into the most amazing climax of my life and again floated off into dizzying unconsciousness. 

As I sat up, it took me a minute to get my eyes to focus back on the room around me. I looked around, but Sherri was nowhere to be seen. I wondered how long I'd been out, but it couldn't have been too long. She'd wisely hurried out of the office, not taking the chance that we'd somehow be discovered. I was bewildered as I gathered my clothes and got dressed. Then I saw the quickly scribbled note on the corner of my desk. 

"Too bad we didn't have time to go over those reports tonight. It's a good thing the meeting isn't until next week. We'll have to try it again tomorrow."

After Hours



My first job after High School was as a cashier at a local franchise of a major clothing chain.  I enjoyed the work, but the hours were horrible, most nights I would end up re-stocking in preparation for the next day, tagging sale items, doing returns, and processing defective items.  Boring but honest work that kept me in cool clothes and shoes.  Just what I needed before shipping off to Albany U in August.  

This night in particular I was working with my manager Scott.  He was a man in his early thirties, a little balding, not in great shape, but a descent guy who was always willing to help me out.  We had been stocking the shelves for the transition to the fall line, putting up the sweaters and putting the bathing suits on the 50% off sale rack.  As the night wore on people's shifts ended and the clocked out.  I had the last shift, 4:00 to 10:00 PM.  I didn't have much time with the customers, but I had to close.  Scott and I were putting the finishing touches on the new line of denim jackets when we ran out of hangers.

"Beth, do me a favor and grab a few jacket hangers?" Scott asked me.

"Yeah, no prob." I said as I walked over to the front counter.  The counter was long and instead of walking around I sort of tiptoed up and leaned over the counter to where I knew the jacket hangers were kept in bins.  I grabbed a handful, and made a big mess which I cursed quietly about know I would be cleaning it, and stood up...only when I went to stand and turn I bumped into someone.  

I felt Scott's hands on my hips, seemingly to keep me from falling over, but hold me longer and tighter than he needed to.

"You have to be more careful Bethany". he said in a low almost monotone voice.

"I'll try." I said with a nervous laugh.  He was really squeezing me tight and sort of pulling me back into him.  Then I felt his erection.  Through his jeans and the back of my khakis I felt his member growing hard as my butt pressed against it.  Scott leaned forward and lightly smelled the nape of my neck.

"You smell really nice Beth."

"Thanks Scott, can you let go of me now?" I asked with a sort of whimper.  I was really getting scared and freaking out about the way Scott was acting.  I didn't know what to think.

"You're leaving soon Beth, this might be my last chance to tell you how I feel."

"And how is that?" I asked while sliding my hands down to his to try and release them.

"I think you know how I feel." he said as he pressed me into the counter.  I pushed back trying to get him to let me go, but it didn't help.  He was strong, and I couldn't leverage myself out from between him and the counter.  His left hand released my hip but before I could think to escape I felt him grab my ponytail and yank my head back.  

"Ouch!" I yelled. "What the fuck are you doing Scott?" I screamed more than asked.

"What I've wanted to do all summer Beth." He said now with his face right next to my ear.  He pressed his crotch tight behind me and with his right hand slowly and firmly ran it down my chin, neck throat and to my chest.  I tried to scream but he was pulling my head back so hard I couldn't yell very loud.  He groped my breasts each in turn, pinching the nipples and making them hard under my "Staff" button down shirt.  

"Please Scott, don't do this?" I asked.  

Without warning he pulled my head back then shoved me forward into the counter bending me over it.  His left hand was now pinning me to the table.  He ground his engorged cock into my ass and pulled my hips towards him with his right hand.  Grabbing my pony tale again he pulled me back to standing and began to unbutton my shirt.  I felt the cool air from the ceiling vents hitting skin on my chest as he undid each button in turn.  When it was unbuttoned as far as it could be he let it hang from the waistband of my pants.  His free hand was on the red lace cup of my bra grabbing my little tit and squeezing hard.  I winced and tried to free myself, but couldn't.  He then grabbed my bra and yanked it hard, pressing my breasts into my chest until the bra snapped.  His hand started to pinch my nipples and twist my breasts.  It was rough and angry, but stimulating on a merely physical level, my nipples became hard and sensitive.  

"I knew you wanted this".  He hissed in my ear right before he licked the side of my neck up to my ear.  

"Scott, don't hurt me." I pleaded.  

Without a word, he spun me around, grabbed my throat just hard enough to keep me from screaming, and took my nipple into his mouth.  His lips pursed around my little bud and his teeth scrapped over it and he ravenously sucked on my abused tit.  As much as it hurt, the warmth of his breath on that sensitive skin felt arousing in a small way.  

His free hand went to my belt and undid it, followed by my button and zipped on my pants.  To this moment I still don't know why, but I moaned in a way that conveyed more pleasure than fear.  He was taken back by this, and looked at me.  I was wet.  I can't believe it, but I was wet.  He was going to fuck me anyway, maybe this was a subconscious defense against being raped, but I was really wet, and I figured if I am getting fucked I might as well enjoy it.  His grip on my throat loosened just a little, and I smiled at him.

"What the fuck?" he asked...not to me mind you, just in shock.  He let go of my throat and was staring at me when he saw I didn't run, or scream.  He pulled my khakis down to my calves, and tore off my red lace thong.  Then he did something no guy has ever done before...he went down on me.  He was not gentle about it, but it felt good.  His tongue lapping at my vulva and clit, his lips separating mine.  His tongue probed deep into me.  I could feel his warm breath against my wet pussy and I felt a surge run through my body.  His tongue flicked my clit up and down faster and faster.  I whimpered, grabbed my tits and finally moaned out loud as I came.

He stood, pulled down his pants, and then turned me over.  His hands pressed down on my shoulders pinning me to the counter.  The head of his cock prodded my thighs once or twice before finding my slippery opening.  With one strong deliberate stroke he buried himself inside of me.  I felt his head expand and his cock throb.  It hurt, but not badly enough to make it unbearable.  My breasts were being mashed into the could counter-top and the stark contrast between the warmth of his tool inside of me and the cold lacquered table-top was a bit of a thrill.  I let out a moan/scream from the pain in my violated flower, but did not resist.  He did not make love to me, he did not ravish me, or screw me...he fucked me!  He fucked me in a way I never have been fuck before or since.  It was animalistic, urgent, and needful...it felt amazing.  His engorged member sliding in and out of me, going deeper into me than my boyfriend ever had.  The shock and pain/pleasure feeling when his head bumped my cervix was a new thrill.  His balls slapping into my clit every time he thrust into me drove me to another climax.  I screamed and moaned in ways that I never felt compelled to before.  I felt him stiffen, and his rigid cock twitch as he came deep into me.  

He pulled out and a final squirt of his semen hit my butt-cheek.  He zipped up, and started walking to the back office.  

"I'm sorry Beth.  Take new underwear from the racks."

I stood there with his sperm running down my thigh thinking that this was the most confusing thing I have ever been through.



After Hours



Jess walked through the empty school, humming softly to herself as her eyes wandered the various posters and displays in the corridor. Her night school class had just ended a few minutes ago, but she'd stayed after a bit, liking the serenity of the long, open hallways. She walked downstairs, where there was even less activity, and smiled to herself. She stopped, thinking she heard something, then glanced around quickly. She shrugged, turning the corner, down a row of lockers. Suddenly, a pair of strong hands grabbed her, shoving her against the lockers. She attempted to scream, her breasts bouncing as she was pinned against the cold metal. The man's hand flew to her mouth, and his body pressed against hers. It was Sean. Though it was a familiar face, Jess found herself frightened.

"Shh... " Sean hushed her, his lips finding their way to her neck, "I've wanted you for so long, " he whispered, sucking on her skin, "don't be scared. "

"Mmm!" Jess whimpered, squirming. Sean slowly removed his hand, and looked at her, "what... what are you doing, Sean?" She asked nervously.

"What I should have done a long time ago. I saw you go into class earlier tonight, and I waited the three hours for you. I haven't seen you in a while, but when I did, I just knew I had to have you, " he said.

"Have me?" Jess' voice trembled.

"You're so beautiful, Jess. I want to see more. I want more of your beauty, " he whispered, kissing her neck, his lips dragging along her jawbone, and to her lips, where they rested, engaging in a deep kiss.

"Mmm... " Jess kissed him back, hesitant at first, but she couldn't deny that she was terribly attracted to him. His arms slid around her waist, pulling her closer as he parted her lips with his tongue. Jess invited his tongue in gratefully, kissing him back. Her arms found their way around his neck, rubbing the back of it.

"Mmm, " Sean moaned softly, exploring every crevice of her hot mouth with his eager, curious tongue. He slowly pulled away, sliding one of her tank top straps down her shoulder and kissing it, "I need you, " he said softly, sliding the other one down and rubbing her shoulders. 

"Oh Sean, " Jess moaned softly, closing her eyes.

"Mmm Jess, " he moaned, lifting her tank top over her head. 

"Sean... what are you doing?" she whispered.

"Shh... " he put his finger on her lips, reaching back and unhooking her bra, slipping it off. Jess bit her lip in embarrassment, but Sean enjoyed every inch of her. He devoured her with his eyes, then let his hands cup her breasts, kneading them skillfully. Jess moaned in delight as she felt his warm tongue drawing circles around her now hard nipples. He was teasing her, but she didn't mind. Soon he took a nipple into his mouth, sucking gently as his hand pleasured her other breast. Jess moaned out loud, running her fingers through his soft blonde hair. Sean grinned proudly, growling playfully as he moved his kisses downwards. Jess watched his every move, squirming in anticipation. Sean smiled and unbuttoned her jeans, sliding them down her hips and thighs, kissing every inch of skin that he exposed, wanting to do this for so long.

"Sean... " she whispered, letting out soft sighs.

"God you're perfect, " he moaned softly, lifting her out of her jeans, then pulling her panties down, his erection becoming even harder when he saw her shaved, wet center, "oh Jess... " he moaned, leaning in, lifting one of her slim legs over his shoulder, gently blowing on her clit.

"Ugh!" Jess whimpered, gently thrusting her hips towards his face, so turned on by him.

"Ah ah ah, " Sean grinned, "patience, my sweet, " he winked, even though his body was telling him to taste her that very second. Jess whined softly, as Sean leaned in and kissed her inner thighs, tracing trails with his tongue. His lips got closer and closer to her hot, wet center, and as he got barely an inch from her, he smelt her sweet scent, and couldn't contain himself, extending his tongue into her pussy, licking her swollen clit and up and down in between her pussy lips.

"Oh!" Jess moaned loudly, putting her head back in pleasure. Sean's hands gripped her hips to keep her still, and his tongue slowly made its way inside of her.

"Mmm, " Sean moaned, closing his eyes, loving the taste of her sweet candy.

"Sean, baby!" Jess whimpered, struggling to grind her hips on his face. He held her firmly in place, then pulled his tongue out.

"You taste so damn good, Jess, " he moaned, kissing up her body. He pressed his body against hers, hissing into her ear, "Do you feel what you did to me Jess?" he grinned, grinding his caged erection against her.

"Oh God, yes, " she moaned, "please let me touch it, " she whispered, pulling his shirt over his head, rubbing his chest and abs.

"Yes baby... touch it, " he kissed on her neck, loving her hands on him, never imagining it'd feel so good. Jess moaned and reached down, unbuttoning and unzipping his jeans, pushing them off. She pushed his boxers out of the way, setting his seven inch monster free. She felt his hot dick against her skin and moaned, grabbing it firmly in her small hands. 

"Jesus, " she moaned.

"Mmm, fuck!" Sean grunted. Jess moaned, stroking it a few times before dropping to her knees, needing to have him in her mouth. She moaned as she fit as much of him as she could into her hot mouth, and was even more aroused by the sound of his pleasurable moans. Not even thirty seconds after she had him in her mouth, he was pulling her up again.

"Baby... don't make me stop, " she whimpered.

"I want to be inside you, " he whispered, sliding his dick teasingly along her dripping wet slit. Jess' eyes widened in shock, and fear.

"Wh-what? In... inside me?" she swallowed hard.

"Yes, Jess... please. Please let me, " he moaned.

"I... I don't know. I've never done it before, " she whispered. Sean paused for a moment, then kissed her deeply.

"Neither have I, " he confessed upon pulling away, stroking her cheek gently, "I won't hurt you, I promise, " he whispered, "I want to share this with you. Only you, " he said.

"Oh God, Sean, " she whimpered, wanting him so badly. She only managed a nod, looking into his eyes. Sean crashed his lips against hers, sliding his tongue into her mouth as he lifted her up against the lockers and slid up inside her. Jess screamed inside his mouth, digging her nails into his shoulder, "Sean!!!" she screamed.

"Oh Jess!!" he shouted, her tightness driving him absolutely insane, feeling so good. He stayed put for a moment, letting her get used to the feeling, and wrapped his arms around her. Jess whimpered loudly, tears of pleasure and pain streaming down her flushed cheeks. She wrapped her legs around his waist, pushing him inside her even deeper. Sean grunted and kissed her neck, thrusting in again.

"Unh! Baby!" she whimpered.

"Yeah baby! Mmm!" He moaned loudly, pulling out and thrusting in again, starting a pace. Jess moaned loudly, squealing and whimpering as he pumped into her once-virgin pussy.

"You're so big!!" she cried out, holding onto him, rocking her hips with his. 

"Shit yeah baby! Mmm! You feel so good!" he moaned loudly, his pace speeding up.

"Ah! SEAN!" she screamed, thankful the building was empty.

"Yeah! Damn!" he shouted, ad soon he was fucking her relentlessly against the lockers.

"Sean! SEAN!" she screamed, thrashing her head around, her body going crazy with all this pleasure she was enduring. Her body thumped against the lockers behind her, her breasts bouncing.

"Yeah!!" he yelled, pummeling into her tiny body with no mercy.

"Oh my God, oh GOD!!" She screamed, her orgasm suddenly hitting her as Sean's dick penetrated her G-spot. Her muscles contracted, tightening hard around his cock, covering him in her cum.

"Fuck, Jess!" Sean shouted, never feeling something so amazing. He grabbed her hips and continued his hard, fast thrusts, feeling his orgasm coming on, "Here it comes Jess! Yeah... yeah!! UUUUGGHH!!" he yelled, his dick twitching and releasing multiple loads into her innermost depths.

"SEAN, Oh SHIT baby!" she screamed, her body shaking as her pussy milked his dick for everything he had. Sean continued to thrust until he finished shooting his loads, and then slowly pulled out of her, resting against her as he attempted to catch his breath. Jess held onto him tightly, her knees weak as she also tried to catch her breath.

"Jesus... " Sean moaned breathlessly.

"That was amazing, " Jess moaned, resting her head against his. Sean laid his head on her shoulder, his face buried in her neck.

"YOU'RE amazing, Jessica, " he moaned, holding her against his body, that was now glistening with sweat, same as hers.

"Sean?" Jess asked softly.

"Yeah, baby?" he asked, planting soft kisses on her neck.

"I'm glad you waited for me, " she whispered, smiling. Sean lifted his head and looked at her, just smiling. He slowly leaned in, pressing his lips against hers, and they shared a passionate kiss.



After Hours



The couple sitting in the far back of the restaurant sat close together. To the passerby they looked as if they were having an intimate dinner for two. They were sitting there with their heads close and talking in hushed voices.

Diane and Jarred sat at the table in the back of the restaurant quietly discussing the merger of their two companies. They had chosen to go over the final details over dinner instead of in one or the other's office. They had been staying late all week long and it was Friday and they were still looking at going in and preparing for the upcoming merger that weekend as well. As they waited for their meal, they worked.

"Well, I don't see how we can possibly keep all the staff of both companies." Jarred said in hushed tones. "I don't see how it is possible either...I do think that for the first few months it may be necessary, we will all have alot of changes and problems to iron out. Then after that I think that we will find the areas that we need to create positions and the areas that we need to delete positions. At that point we will need to decide what percentage of staff we are going to need to lay off." Diane responded. Jarred just nodded slowly as he mulled this over in his mind. After a few moments he picked up his scotch and took a sip and then looked at Diane as he swirled his drink in the glass. Then as he spoke he let his eyes roam over her and take in everything about her. "I do believe that you are right there...and If we deal the cards right...there wont be very many staff that we will have to let go." he said.

He sat there looking at Diane as if seeing her for the very first time and he had worked with and known her for almost 9 years. She really was a very pretty woman. His mind should have stayed on the business at hand, but he found his mind wandering.

Her hair was a dark brown with auburn highlights, she was wearing it up, her eyes were a very bright green, her complexion fair. She had full pouty lips and her eyes amazed him. They were so expressive. He found himself wondering what her eyes would look like in the throes of passion and what her hair would look like if it were down. Then he realized that he had never seen her with her hair down. She was always so business oriented and professional.

Jarred felt a twinge of desire as he sat there imagining what she would be like when she was aroused. He took another sip of his scotch and willed himself back to the business at hand.

Diane sat there lost in thought about the merger. She was analyzing, planning and mulling over the details that they had decided on already. She had seen this merger coming for awhile now. She knew that this was the best plan of action both companies involved in could have chosen. She smiled to herself as she recalled how Jarred had balked at the thought of being a co-owner. He had fought this merger for almost a year. Now that he had finally weighed the pros and the cons of this he was very anxious to see the merger completed.

The waitress approached the table with their meal. She smiled as she sat it down on front of them. She asked them if they needed anything, Jarred ordered another scotch and Diane ordered a rum and coke.

As they started eating, they were silent, each lost in their own thoughts. Jarred was thinking how sexy Diane looked as she ate. He never realized that someone eating a steak could be so erotic. As he watched her he felt his cock hardening. Diane was thinking about how her last date had been a nightmare. She had never had any luck on the men that she chose to date. She then found herself wondering what Jarred would be like on a date.

Diane, gently sitting down her silverware, took her napkin and dabbed at her mouth. As she down her napkin she looked over at Jarred. "Excuse me a moment, I will be back in a moment." she said.

Jarred noticed that she a small drop of steak sauce on the corner of her mouth. He wondered if he should tell her. Then he thought, no, he would just reach over and wipe it off. That way he could discover what her skin felt like. He slowly reached up and cupped her cheek in his palm. He was amazed at how soft her skin was. He then let his thumb move down her cheek and to the corner of her mouth, where he wiped away the steak sauce. He let his thumb linger against her lip for a moment and then he smiled as he took his hand away. "You had something on your lip." he stated "Oh, well thanks for getting that for me." she breathlessly replied. Diane smiled at him as she got up from the table and turned and headed towards the restrooms.

Jarred sat there mesmerized by the seductive sway of her hips as she walked out of sight, his cock fully erect at this point. He shifted in his seat and attempted to adjust himself to relieve the straining confines of his slacks.

While Diane was gone that waitress brought their drinks. Jarred downed he first scotch and started on the second one as he waited for Diane to return. Soon she returned and they finished their meal. When they were walking to their cars.... they were still talking about the merger and they both hit upon the same idea at the same time. They looked at each other. "I don't have anyone waiting at home for me and I would like the details worked out before Monday...so I think I will go to my office." Diane said. Jarred stood there for a moment thinking. "You know I don't either. Why don't we just hop into one car, go to your office and work on it together?" he said. "Sure, I would be glad to have the help. Plus I won’t fall asleep while I am working." Diane replied as she laughed quietly

The both got into Jarred's car and drove to Diane's office. Jarred stood behind Diane as she unlocked her office door. Then she turned on the light and Jarred followed her inside.

She sat her purse and her keys down on the stand beside the door. Then she turned and asked Jarred if he would shut the door. Jarred closed the door and walked over to Diane's desk and sat in a chair in front of it. Diane slipped off her heels and then walked over to her desk in stocking feet and sat in her chair behind the desk.

Jarred and Diane sat there for several hours discussing the details of their idea. 

Diane laid her pen down on the desk, rose from her chair, stretched and then walked over to her the window in her office and looked out. She loved looking over the city at night. There was a beauty in it. Jarred rose as she looked out the window. He undid his tie and he walked up and stood behind Diane, silently, his hands aching to touch her. He felt his cock growing hard again.

Jarred took a deep breath and her sensual smell enveloped his senses. He felt his cock swell and become rock hard. He hadn't been this aroused in a long time. He placed his hands gently on Diane's shoulders and began to massage her tense muscles. Her skin so velvety against the manly roughness of his hands. He took a deep breath and slowly released it as he moved closer to her until their bodies were almost touching.

Diane gasped almost inaudibly when she felt Jarred's hands touch her. She had not realized that he had came up behind her. As he massaged her shoulders and neck she slowly closed her eyes and moaned slightly. His fingers working magic on her tense muscles. His hands were wreaking havoc on her senses. She could feel a pleasantly irritating ache settle deep in her abdomen. As he continued to massage she felt her nipples harden against the silky material of her bra.

Jarred could feel her relaxing beneath his ministrations. He wanted to feel her body against his. He slowly pulled her back against him and leaned next to her ear. His breath tickled her skin as he softly spoke. "You work entirely too hard Diane. You should start making time for yourself and your needs. I am a workaholic and even I don't work as much as you do."

Diane leaned back against him and listened to him. She didn't want to think about her work habits...they were hers and she had her reasons for being the way that she was. As she leaned back she was surprised when she felt Jarred's cock, hard, against her ass. Instantly as she felt this...she could feel her pussy lips swell and heaviness settle down between her thighs. Diane wanted to explore this other side of Jarred and yet she was afraid that it might change their working relationship.

Jarred couldn't help himself as he felt Diane's ass against him. He groaned softly in her ear and pressed his hips a little harder against her. He closed his eyes as he gently kissed the soft lobe of her ear. He slid his arms slowly over her shoulders and down her arms , his hands slipping into hers and intertwining his fingers with hers. Squeezing her hands gently as he touched his lips to her neck. His tongue tasting her delectable skin. Jarred moaned at the faint taste of salt from her skin. He could feel her heartbeat against his lips.

Kissing his way down Diane's neck; he released her hands and placed them on her hips. Jarred gently bit her shoulder as he pulled her ass back and pressing hard against his hard cock. Moaning against her skin, he slid his hands up her sides and then up beneath her breasts, cupping them in his hands. Slowly his fingers circled hard nipples through her shirt. His hands squeezing slightly. "MMMmm....Diane, you know that I have to have you, don't you?" Jarred asked His hands slid over to the center of her blouse and found the buttons. He deftly began to release each one. He continued kissing and sucking on her neck and shoulders as he made quick work of her blouse. Jarred ground his hips hard against her sweet supple ass as he slid her blouse off over her shoulders. Diane's blouse whispered to the floor. She shivered as she leaned back against Jarred. She stood there against him, breathless. She felt his thumbs running over her hard nipples through the material of her bra. 

Diane's breasts were full and heavy in his hands as he felt her nipples, hard as pebbles, through her bra. He slid his hands down over her stomach. He could feel her muscles quivering and rippling at his touch. He slid his hands over her sides, his hands slightly rough against her skin. She was so soft to his touch. He pressed his swollen contained cock harder against Diane's ass.

Jarred ran his hands down over her hips and he could feel the lines of her panties underneath the material of her skirt. Slowly he starts inching her skirt up as he watched her thighs slowly being exposed in their reflection in the window. He bit her neck, groaning as he looked at her there with her skirt bunched up around her waist, her pussy covered by a tiny triangle of material. He slipped his thumbs into the waistband of her panties. Diane shifted her hips slightly as he slid her panties down over her hips. She gasped as she felt the wet crotch of her panties sliding down the inside of her thighs. She shivered as they fell to the floor.

Diane could feel her pussy throbbing. Her juices flowed from within her and wetting her thighs. As she shifted slightly she could feel her swollen outer pussy lips rub against her hard clit. She moaned as she felt Jarred's hand slide across her hip and over her lower abdomen. Her stomach muscles quivered. His hand slid over her smooth shaved pubic bone. Diane thrust her hips forward trying to press closer to his hand. All of her senses were afire.

Jarred barely touched her wet pussy lips as his finger slid down the length of her slit then slipping the tip of his finger inside. His finger was buried to the first knuckle as he slid his finger over her tiny opening coming to rest on her clit. He could feel it so hard and pulsing beneath his touch. He slowly circled his finger over it. Diane gasped as her hips slowly starting thrusting as his finger circled her clit. When she moaned Jarred felt the head of his cock swell and pulse as some precum formed over the slit.

She could not help herself, her mouth was watering to be filled with Jarred's hard cock. Diane moved away from him and turned to face him. She looked up into his eyes as her hands undid his belt and the button of his pant. The sound of his zipper almost loud as she unzipped it. She grabbed his hand and she smiled, her gaze never leaving his as she brought it to her lips. Jarred groaned, his cock jerking as she slid his wet finger into her mouth. She had always loved the taste of herself. Diane sucked on his finger as her tongue circled around it. Her taste like honey to her senses.

Jarred groaned as she slipped his finger out of her mouth. His hand fell to his side. Diane slowly undid each button on his shirt, sliding the edges of the shirt apart and slipping it over his shoulders. His shirt slid down catching at his elbows. Diane raked her nails over his shoulders and down his chest, each hand found his hardened nipples. She flicked her nails back and forth over his nipples. Jarred moaned as more precum formed on the head of his cock. She grazed her nails down over his abdomen. Slipping her hands inside the waist of his pants. She licked her lips, leaned in towards Jarred, her moist lips sucking each nipple into her mouth as she slid his pants down and let them fall in a pile at his feet. Her tongue flicked over each nipple as she slid his briefs off. They joined his pants on the floor.

Jarred almost growled as his huge engorged cock sprang free. His eyes shifted back to the reflection in the window. He watched her ass moving as she kissed and nibbled down his abdomen till she was kneeling before him. She suckled at the soft taut skin over each one of his hips. She slid her hands around and her nails raked over his ass cheeks, then back over his hips and down the outside of his thighs as she kissed and bit gently down the inside of one thigh and up the inside of the other. Jarred looked down at her, his hips straining forward. His cock jerked and bumped lightly against her cheek. She cupped his balls in one hand as her mouth kissed the sensitive skin at the side of his groin. She felt his balls tighten as her teeth grazed where she had just kissed. She nibbled over his pubic bone and her mouth found the other side of his groin and kissed and bit, again his balls tightened in her hand as she caressed them.

Diane looked up at him from where she was kneeled. Her lashes hiding part of her eyes. Jarred moaned and smiled as he watched her tease him with her mouth and hands.

She purred and smiled up at him, her tongue slid out between her lips and she flicked the tip over his balls, circling as she moved from side to side. Jarred gasped and let his head fall back and his hand came to rest on her head, slowly stroking her hair. Diane pressed her tongue flat against Jarred's balls and lathed it around and around, she moaned as she gently sucked his sac into her mouth. His heavy cum filled sac filled her warm sweet mouth. She moaned as she sucked and her tongue swirled around, the vibrations of the moan rippled through Jarred's groin. She slid her hand around his thick shaft. Her small hand closing around him. Slowly she began stroking him; his hips slowly began to thrust against her hand. Then she purred as she sucked on his balls as she pulled her head back, moaning as his balls slipped out of her sweet succulent mouth. Jarred's body trembled above her. He rested one hand on his hip as the other slid along her cheek as she smiled up at him.

Diane's pussy was dripping wet, her thighs were slick with her sweet juices as she knelt before him. She could feel her wetness trickling out of her tight hole.

Diane slid her tongue from between her lips. She sighed as the tip of her tongue swirled in tiny circle upwards along the swollen vein on the underside of Jarred's cock, then along the swollen head, stopping when she reached his small slit. She moaned as she tasted the sweetness from a large drop of precum from his cock. She gathered it on the tip of her tongue, he groaned as he watched her, tangling his hand in her hair. She pulled away slowly, he hissed as he saw his precum stringing from her tongue to his cock. She slid her tongue into her mouth. Diane moaned as she felt a tiny spasm in her clit as she tasted him. Softly she smiled and spoke, her voice breathless.

"MMMMMMmmmmmmmm, Jarred, you taste so good. I am going to suck your cock so good for you baby."

Jarred groaned a reply.

"God Diane; I am going to fuck that sweet mouth of yours so hard."

Jarred's cock was jerking in her hand as she stroked him. She watched almost in fascination as precum began oozing from his cock. She cupped his balls, caressing and squeezing gently as her tongue circled around his huge head, stroking his shaft harder. He gasped as her slightly rough tongue lathed over the head of his cock. She flicked the tip of her tongue hard and fast over the ridge of his cock head. With one swift motion she sucked just the head into her mouth her teeth grazing over it, her tongue swirling fast over it. His hips thrust hard towards her as he tried to bury his cock deeper into her warm wet mouth.

She moaned around his cock as she took his cock deeper and deeper into her mouth. Diane felt the head of his cock touch her tonsils. She gagged slightly and attempted to relax her throat so she could take him even farther into her throat.

Jarred strained forward, moaning as his hand tightened in her hair. She had him so aroused he wanted to just fuck her mouth hard and fast. He felt his body begin to perspire. All of the muscles in his body were tensed and quivering as he fought to control himself. Her mouth so warm around him sucked and licked him. He felt her soft tonsils against the head of his cock. He felt her gag slightly and then he almost cried out as her throat relaxed and his cock slid in farther into her mouth, stopping when he was pressed against the back of her throat. He growled as his other hand also tangled into her hair, he held her head tight and unmoving. Jarred moaned as he started pumping his rock hard cock in and out of her heavenly mouth. Long slow steady strokes, the head of his cock pressing hard against the back of her throat with each thrust.

He could hear her moaning as her tongue danced and swirled over his huge member as he fucked her mouth. Her hands cupped and squeezed his balls. He looked down at her; her lips were stretched tight over his cock as he slid in and out of her mouth. The sight of his cock fucking her mouth was stronger than his control, he threw his head back and thrust his hips harder and faster, his cock ramming hard and deep into her mouth, his balls were so heavy and swollen, he fought to keep from cumming in her mouth each time he heard her whimper and moan as his cock slammed against the back of her throat over and over again. His mind raced as each thrust brought him closer to spewing his hot cum deep in her throat. His cock started jerking and pulsing. Oh god, he had to stop or he would lose it and he wanted to still fuck that sweet shaved cunt of hers. He moaned and panted as he released her head and jerked his cock out of her mouth, panting as he squeezed his shaft hard fighting to stop his orgasm.

When his need to cum passed he took her by the arms and stood her up. He kissed her deeply and hungrily. Sliding his arm around her, he pressed close to her, as he slowly maneuvered their bodies over to the desk. With his free arm he blindly raked papers and files aside, some falling onto the floor, papers scattering everywhere. Neither one of them heard the picture and desk lamp hit the floor. Diane was so crazed with desire she kissed him savagely, sucking wildly on his tongue, her hands moving almost frantically over his back and ass. Her nails raking hard against his flesh. He grabbed her ass and squeezed hard, his fingers digging into her skin. Lifting her, her breasts pressed against his bare chest, he sat her on the edge of the desk. She gasped as the cool wood surface touched her heated flesh. Jarred broke their kiss and he pushed her back onto the desk. They both were panting and moaning as their desire took over.




After Hours



Diane's pussy was almost spasming. She kept gasping for Jarred to take her. She was almost begging him.

"God...now Jarred!"... Gasping ... "Fuck me! Fuck my cunt hard!!"

Jarred wanted to taste her pussy so bad. Her cries almost made him cum, hearing her almost begging for him to fuck her. He couldn't help himself, grabbing Diane's thighs, his fingers digging in; he spread her thighs wide, pushed her knees up and spread them farther apart. He looked down at her pulsing pink cunt. Her juices were trickling from her twitching opening, sliding down in between her ass cheeks and covering her pink puckered asshole. He saw the wetness on the desk from her pussy when he has sat her on it. He shifted his hips and pressed his cock against her sweet swollen lips. She moaned and slid her hands up over her stomach and cupped each breast and squeezed them as her hips began thrusting and circling, her pussy lips moving against Jarred's cock. 

"Stop moving!" he hissed

Diane whimpered and her entire body trembled as she stopped her hips from moving. Jarred slid the head of his cock slowly between her cunt lips. He groaned as her pussy lips closed around him so hot they seemed to be on fire. His hands pressed her legs farther apart. He watched as her swollen clit became exposed. Oh fuck!!!! He had to have her. Her thighs trembled and she moaned out as her hips felt like they were being torn apart.

Jarred threw back his head, pressed his cock harder against her, the tip invading her succulent pussy. Diane arched her back up from the desk, crying out.

"Nowwwwwwwwwww!!! Jarred , please fuck me. Please fuck me. Hard baby!!!! Fuck my cunt hard!!!!

That was all it took for Jarred; he strained forward, a guttural animalistic cry filling the office as plunged his jerking massive cock deep inside her. He ground hard against her. His abdomen and balls become drenched with her juices. She screamed out and her body shook. She was pinching her nipples hard, twisting and rolling them in her fingers. Jarred ordered her not to move. She looked deep into his eyes her body covered with a sheen of sweat. She whimpered and panted. Jarred started thrusting slow, deep and hard into her velvety rippling tight walls. She cried out with each thrust. Her eyes wild. Jarred pumped into her cunt harder and faster, each thrust sliding her along the desk. She panted as she reached down and grabbed the edge of the desk. She was almost crying as she lost control momentarily and her hips thrust upward. A tear fell as Jarred's hands squeezed her harder, as he panted and growled for her to not move.

She moaned louder and louder.

"mmmmmmmMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM"

She felt the peak close, god she need to move so bad, she had to cum, she just had to. Her walls pulsed and clenched and sucked Jarred's cock, trying to hold him deep each time he slid out of her pussy. The her mind went spiraling out of the universe, she screamed out, her body almost convulsing, her hips and body staying so still, only quivering. She couldn't help it; screamed out as she felt her orgasm begin. Jarred groaned as he slid cock out of her tight sweet walls. Leaning down, he placed her swollen clit into his mouth. He sucked and bit her spasming clit. His tongue flicked over it faster and faster. He ordered her to still not move. Then she screamed and he felt her sweet thick cum flood into his mouth. His cock was dripping precum onto the floor as it jerked. Once his mouth was full of her cum he stood up, slammed his cock deep into her. Her walls as tight as a vice around his swollen shaft. He leaned forward and thrust frantically into her cunt. His peak coming closer and closer. She was laying so still, tears running down her cheeks as she continued to cum over his thrusting mad cock. She begged him to share her cum with her when she saw some dribble from his lips and run down his chin, dripping onto her breasts.

He released her legs, leaned over her, bringing his lips close to hers. He still thrust wildly into her cunt. She opened her mouth panting and begging for her cum. He slowly let it dribble from his mouth and fall onto her tongue. She lapped up her cum hungrily, begging him for more. He thrust wildly into her, grunting as he reached the peak. He savagely claimed her mouth, releasing the rest of her cum to her, as she took her cum in her mouth another spasm hit and she squirted cum against the head of his cock as he slammed into her hard and deep, his cock jerking against her back wall. His balls tightened and pulsed, stronger and stronger. He cried out against her mouth as he shot wad after wad of thick cum into her cunt. Her cum dripping out of her filled slit wetting them. 

As he drained his balls into her, he slowly relaxed and wrapped her tight into his arms. Holding her close and softening their kiss. She wrapped her arms around him. Clinging to him. He broke their kiss and whispered.

"Now you can move."

Diane arched and bucked her hips. Her clit sliding against Jarred's flesh. Screaming as she came one last time flooding her filled cunt, squeezing so hard on his cock, he had to strain against her to keep from being pushed out.

Then she collapsed. He kissed her tenderly and held her close, still inside of her he picked her up and wrapped her legs around him and carried her over to the sofa on the other side of the room. They laid down and caressed and kissed until Jarred's spent cock slid from inside her. They spoke in low voices as they drifted off to sleep.

This was the beginning of some pretty wild weekends in the office after hours as they worked together making the company that they co-owned a success.



After Hours



The weekend at last Jenny thought to herself as she finished buttoning her top, she grabbed her bag and headed out of the staff change room, as she exited the door she couldn’t help feel the eyes of her fellow colleagues on her.

“Jenny I need to see you in my office?” Her boss called out.

Jenny smiled at the sea of eyes and headed up the stairs to Mr Franklins office.

“ I hate to do this to you Jenny being the weekend and everything, Tokyo just called they need the contract on the merger reworked before Monday the client looks like slipping through our fingers if we don’t make some changes, they requested you, quite an honour, don’t you think?” Mr Franklin said with a smile. Jenny tried to hide her disappointment she was looking forward to going out tonight with the girls from work; she had even brought some new clothes for the occasion.

“You can use my office for the evening and Ill give you a call in the morning to see how you went, thanks Jenny.” Mr Franklin yelled out as he quickly walked down the stairs.

Jenny stood looking out through the floor to ceiling glass wall, she watched as her girlfriends left their desks and rushed for a position in the lift, shit Jenny thought how the fuck did this happen?

Jenny sat down at Mr Franklin’s desk, the sooner I start the sooner I can finish she thought. Jenny found the silence of the place eerie the usual sounds of telephones ringing the nattering of voices and the constant sound of fingers tapping on keyboards were all absent, it took a few minutes for her to settle down and become accustomed to the silence.

An hour had passed and Jenny was making progress on the new draft, she pushed the chair back put her feet up on the desk and carefully read her alterations. Jenny jumped as the phone rang correcting her balance as not to topple from the chair, Jenny picked up the phone, “Hello,” there was no reply “ Hello,” again no reply Jenny placed the receiver back down, wrong number she said to herself and started reading again. The phone rang again Jenny answered it quickly, “Hello, Hello,” once again there was no sound on the other end, Jenny hung the phone up. She walked over to the glass wall and surveyed the empty office its was now dark outside and only a few dim lights remained on in the building, Jenny felt a cold shiver down her back, she dismissed the feeling knowing if she was to dwell on it she would scare herself even more.

Jenny sat back down and the phone rang again, Jenny stared at it letting it ring and ring and ring, Jenny squeezed her legs together, “shit, shit ,shit,” she kept repeating, the phone kept ringing, Jenny snatched at the receiver, “Hello.”

“I thought you weren’t going to answer,” the voice on the other end said. 

“How can I help you?” Jenny replied.

“You can’t however I can help you,” The caller said. 

“Who is this?” Jenny demanded, she heard the line go dead, she slammed the phone down.

Once again the phone rang, as Jenny went to abuse the caller on the other end, a voice interrupted, “Now Jenny if you’re not going to play the game how can I help you?”

“Help me what, hey how do you know my name?” Jenny replied.

Jenny looked at the phone and realised it was an internal call; she gently placed the receiver on the desk and looked out over the empty office trying to see who the mystery caller was, she could see no-one. Jenny picked up the phone, “What do you want?”


“I don’t want anything Jenny, I told you I want to help you,” the caller replied. 

“Help me what and why is your voice all distorted?” Jenny said, trying to recognise some accent or distinction of the mechanical like tone.

“I don’t want you recognising me now do I and I thought all work and no play makes Jenny very dull and frustrated.” The caller’s voice taunting Jenny. 

“Jenny sit down and relax take a load of your feet they must be sore wearing those high black stilettos,” the caller said.

Jenny didn’t want to lose control however her feet ached and she thought if she amused the caller they would become bored and leave her alone.

“Now Jenny why don’t you unbutton your blouse and slip out of that silky red bra and release those supple ample breasts of your’s?” the caller whispered.

“You’re fucking sick!” Jenny shouted down the line before she hung up.

Jenny started to gather her things when the phone rang again, Jenny stopped and stared at the phone, the phone kept ringing, Jenny ignored it and grabbed her bag, the phone continued to ring. Jenny stopped her mind racing what if this person was waiting for her, what if that was their plan to get her to leave; Jenny sat back down in the chair and picked up the phone.

“How long are you going to keep doing this?” she demanded. 

“As long as it takes Jenny,” replied the caller.

Jenny paused for a moment and then unbuttoned her top releasing the clasp from the front of her bra, with expertise she removed the bra and flung it across the desk and quickly covered herself up.

“That must feel better?” the caller said. “Now take your top off and let those breast’s of yours enjoy the fresh air,” demanded the caller.

Once again Jenny hesitated and then followed the command of the caller, she slipped her top off and through it onto the desk, Jenny covered herself with her arms and then plucked up the courage to remove them arranging her long blonde hair to fall over her naked breast’s, trying somewhat to show some defiance.

“Jenny put the phone on speaker so you can free up your hand,” the caller ordered. 

Jenny did as she was told.

“I want you to caress your breasts and tease your nipples,” instructed the caller.

Jenny moved her hands over her breasts slowly caressing them, rolling her nipples between her fingers, her self stimulation causing her nipples to become erect, hardening with each touch.

“Pinch them,” the caller commanded.

Jenny pinched her nipples kneading her breasts harder with the palms of her hands, she could feel the wetness between her legs, Jenny squeezed her thighs tight together in an attempt to stop the feeling.

“I bet that feels good?” the caller enquired. “I want you to stand up and slip off your dress,” the caller said.

Jenny followed the voices instructions and did as she was told. 

“Now sit back down and let your hands stroke your pussy through your panties, softly now we want this to last,” the caller demanded.

Jenny sat back down in the chair her hand moved down to her crotch, she was surprised at how drenched her panties were, she wanted to stop but the voice commanding her to pleasure herself turned her on and as each instruction was given she found herself being controlled by the situation.

“I want you take it slowly Jenny I want you to enjoy this,” whispered the caller.

Jenny’s hand slowly stroked her cotton covered pussy every now and then she pushed her hand into her swollen lips only to hear the command of the caller instructing her once again to do herself slowly and softly. Jenny’s other hand worked at her breasts trying to relieve them of their ache they were full and tight, her nipples rock hard, as Jenny fondled one breast she moved her forearm up and down stimulating the nipple of her other breast. Jenny could feel the tension build within her wanting cunt she was close, Jenny quickened her pace her fingers darting up and down.

“STOP,” shouted the caller.

Jenny jumped, her hand stopping immediately.

“STAND UP,” the caller demanded. 

Jenny did so without thinking.

“Jenny what did I say, I want you to enjoy this, it’s not a quick finger fuck,” the caller said their voice now softer and calmer. “Walk over to the glass wall and take of your panties, now stand with your legs wide apart and let the air tease your swollen pussy lips,” demanded the caller.

Jenny did as she was directed to do the fresh air making her swollen lips tighten into her.

“Touch yourself,” the caller said in a persuasive tone.

Jenny ran her hands along the sides of her toned body, down to her knees she then ran them back up along her soft inner thighs slowly across her pussy and along her stomach until they reached her breasts, Jenny grasped each breasts and caressed them, pushing each one up in turn so that her tongue could tease each nipple.

“I sense your close Jenny, I want you to finger that hard clit of yours now,” the caller said.

Jenny did not hesitate in responding, her finger slipping between her engorged lips with ease, and darted quickly over her hard, stiff clit, Jenny threw her head back and released a squeal from her mouth, she had waited so long for the feel of her wet hot cunt, her finger sliding up and down faster, Jenny’s knees started to shake.

“With your other hand slip two fingers into your tight cunt,” ordered the caller.

Jenny squatted pushing two fingers into her tight wanting hole, she pushed them in as deep as she could take, she returned her finger back to her soddened pussy and flicked the top of it faster and faster over her enlarged clit, Jenny’s two fingers pumped inside in rhythm with her other hand, she could feel her pussy grasp at her two fingers as her Orgasm built deep inside her, Jenny’s body started to quiver.

“Cum Jenny Cum,” insisted the caller.

Jenny screamed as her body convulsed, the waves of pleasure escaping from deep inside, her pussy spasming around her two fingers drawing them deeper inside her, Jenny’s clit involuntary pushing up and down against her finger, her hips rocking back and forth forcing Jenny back against the heels of her high stilettos. Jenny could not take anymore, however each time she tried to withdraw her fingers her hot cunt took control drawing them back inside as deep as her wanting hole could take, finally Jenny’s body started to calm as each eruption became tinier and softer, at last Jenny removed her fingers from her dripping hole and lay on the floor spent and exhausted.

A few minutes past then the silence was broken.

“Goodnight Jenny,” the caller said.

Jenny sat up, her legs spread wide open exposing her wet, swollen sore cunt and looked out over the dark office trying to catch a glimpse of the caller but all that remained was the pip sound emanating from the phone.

Jenny dressed quickly, gathered her things and raced out the front of the building.

“Hi Jenny working late?”

Jenny turned around; it was Simone Mr Franklin’s secretary.

“Did you, I mean, call me?” Jenny stuttered. 

Simone just smiled and walked in the other direction.



After Hours



Jessie wearily removed her glasses, closed her eyes and rubbed at her temples. She glanced at the clock and groaned. Eight o’clock, and she still wasn’t done with the proposal. She reluctantly picked up the phone. Connor would not be pleased. This was the third day in a row she’d worked late.

She hadn’t even dialed yet when she dropped the phone back into the cradle. She sighed deeply and turned back to her computer. No sense starting another fight. They’d been having too many of those lately, and maybe, she thought sadly, it was time to just admit it was over before they hurt each other any more.

She shook the disturbing thought from her head. “I just want to get this done and go home,” she muttered.

“Jessie! What are you still doing here?!”

Great.

Mike Hudson was preceded into the room by a bulging briefcase. But he was dressed casually, indicating that he’d gone home for dinner and a change. Lucky devil. “I thought I’d be alone at this hour,” he said.

“No such luck, Mike,” Jessie smiled.

Mike ignored the comment and said softly, “Jess, you look like hell. You’ve been working too much. Please go home and get some sleep.”

“I can’t,” said Jessie. “I have this proposal to finish, and after that…” she trailed off, indicating to the stacks on her desk.

Mike surveyed the piles of paperwork, nonplused. His eyes met hers and he saw the exhaustion. Concern swept over him and he motioned for her to follow him. “Come into my office,” he demanded gently.

“Mike, I…” she started to protest. But he held a finger to his lips, and something about his look made her stop. She couldn’t say no to Mike Hudson. Her life would be so much easier if she could.

His pace was brisk and business-like as he marched down the hall to his office, a step ahead of Jessie. “What does Connor think of the hours you’ve been putting in?” he asked as he reached for his keys and inserted one into the door of his office.

“Well…” Jessie hesitated. How much should she tell him? “Not a lot, actually. But we don’t agree on anything anymore. I think we’re on the outs.” That should suffice.

“Sorry to hear that,” Mike said. The door to his office swung open. “I always did like Connor, but he didn’t seem to support your career goals. And I know how important a partnership is to you.” He stepped aside to let Jessie into the office.

“Yeah,” she admitted, really too tired to share much else.

“Well listen, if you need anything, just remember that Karen and I are here for you.”

Karen. Why did he have to remind her? Boss or not, Mike Hudson had become a great friend. So had Karen, but Jessie wished, on a daily basis, that she didn’t have such high morals; that Mike wasn’t so devoted to his wife; that he wasn’t so damn sexy. Keeping herself from falling in love with him had taken an iron will and hours of therapy, but she was past all that. Hours more of therapy, however, could not quell the urge to rip off his three-piece suit and fuck that man in ways his prim and conservative Karen couldn’t even imagine.

“Thanks, but I’ll be fine,” she said. “I’m pretty well over it already, we just…well, we fizzled out a while ago. I think we’re hanging on now out of habit.”

“Just the same,” said Mike. “Let me know if there’s anything I can do. It’s a damn cliché, I know, but if you need to talk or anything…”

Jessie nodded, impatient with the small talk. She brightened for a moment, hearing the refrigerator behind the wet bar. “Do you have any Coke?” she asked.

“I do,” he nodded. “No, no, let me get it,” he said, rising from the leather chair behind his desk, before Jessie could take more than two steps toward the corner of the huge office. She followed, and perched on a stool, resting her chin in her hand. She watched him withdraw two cans of Coke and a tray of ice from the small refrigerator. He retrieved two heavy glass tumblers from a shelf under the bar and dropped some ice into them, then cracked open the sodas.

After pouring, he looked up and cocked an eyebrow, an expression that served to soak Jessie’s panties immediately. “A little of the hard stuff?” he offered innocently.

“Yes, please,” she sighed distractedly, not really wanting the Crown Royal he was pouring into her glass, but not wanting to give away what she’d REALLY been thinking when the words “hard stuff” crossed those luscious lips of his.

He handed her the glass and she took a tentative sip. He hadn’t added much Crown. That was good; she still had work to do. Nodding toward the plush seating area near the windowed outside wall of the office, he took his own drink and said, “Let’s chat for a minute.”

“That’d be nice,” she admitted. “But only a minute, I’d like to finish the Bennington proposal tonight.”

“Oh, I won’t take long. I have work to do too,” he assured her. He sank into an overstuffed chair, his back to the window, and casually propped his feet on the table at the center of the arrangement.

Jessie opted for the end of the sofa opposite him and took a moment to admire the view of the city just outside. The lights below simmered with vitality and life. Above, the night sky was clear and the first stars were just beginning to appear. One day, if she played her cards right, she’d have an office with a view like this.

Mike sipped his drink and smiled at her. “How are things going, Jessie? I hardly see you outside your office these days. You’ve been working very hard.”

“Yes, it seems like the more I work, the more behind I get. But you know that doesn’t bother me. All of my cases are very diverse, and I’m really enjoying them.”

“It worries me though,” he said. “That we’ve been putting too much on your plate. Fact is, you’re the most able attorney on staff, and I wouldn’t trust half those cases to anyone else.”

She blushed at the high compliment. “Thank you, that means a lot.”

“And you know, of course, that your partnership is in the bag. We’ll be seeing your name on the wall very soon.”

“I didn’t know that,” she replied, carefully keeping a cool note in her voice. Meanwhile, her heart was pumping double-time. This was what she’d worked for since she came to the firm right out of law school! “I’m very honored.”

He drained the last of his Coke and swirled the ice cubes around the glass, looking thoughtful. “Can I get you another?” he offered.

“Thanks, no,” she demurred.

She noticed as he rose to pour himself another drink, how well his jeans fit, and the sight of his incredible bulge slicked her panties with a fresh layer of juice. Deciding not to finish her drink, she set it carefully on one of the coasters on the table. She hadn’t eaten anything since lunch, and had a slight buzz. After what he’d just told her, she could not afford for the alcohol to induce her to say anything that might jeopardize her position.

He returned a moment later with a fresh drink, minus the Coke. “I have to go over the Davis file,” he told her, as if reading her thoughts. “Might need something a little stronger.”

“Well thanks for the drink, Mike,” Jessie said uncomfortably. She didn’t want to leave him drinking alone, but she did have work to do.

“Leaving already?” he looked disappointed. “You didn’t finish your drink.”

“I didn’t have much for lunch,” she shrugged.

“Well at least sit with me while I finish mine,” he invited. “I’d still like to talk to you.”

She sat down again and tried very hard to keep her eyes raised to his, rather than let them stray to the fly of his jeans, the fit of which she marveled again. He worked out regularly, and it showed. “How’s Karen doing?” Jessie asked. “I haven’t seen her in a while.”

“Oh, fine,” Mike said blandly.

“You don’t sound too sure. I don’t mean to pry, Mike, but is something wrong?”

“No, not wrong,” he said, then thought again. “Okay, yeah, something’s wrong, but I don’t know quite how to put it.”

“Just tell me what you’re thinking. We’re friends, right? You can trust me that nothing leaves this office.”

He looked gratefully at her, and ran a hand through his hair. Weeks of therapy went right out the window, and Jessie swallowed hard, wanting nothing more than to jump him right then and there. He gulped the last of his drink, and set the glass down on the floor next to him. “It’s probably the alcohol making me say this. I haven’t told anyone, Jess, not even Karen, but there is something I need to get off my chest.”

“Go ahead,” she whispered carefully. “It’s not good to hold things inside.”

He grimaced, looking for a place to start, and ran his hand through his hair again. Oh, God. Vulnerable and slightly drunk, it would be so easy. She’d call her therapist in the morning. If she was lucky, she could get in right away.

“See, I don’t know if you knew this, but we were trying to have a baby. We tried for a really long time and it just didn’t happen. The doctors couldn’t find anything wrong with either of us right away so they did some pretty extensive tests, which revealed that Karen is infertile.

“I love my wife, Jessie, and I know there are other options available, so it doesn’t matter so much to me that we can’t make a baby ourselves. Sure, I’d love for it to happen, but it can’t, so hey…there’s always adoption. Or we could use a surrogate. Whatever.

“But Karen’s closed herself off to anything else. She thinks that if we adopt, she couldn’t love that child as her own. And she’s got a serious problem with another woman carrying a baby that is genetically mine, which I admit, is a little bit strange to me too.

“So here’s the real problem… Since it’s Karen who is unable to conceive, she’s built this wall between us. Says she doesn’t feel…worthy…of me anymore. I know she still loves me, but she’s not letting me help her deal with this. All I can do is watch as she goes through it alone, and try to be there as much as I can. She won’t even let me…we don’t even…oh hell,” he cried helplessly.

Against her better judgement, Jessie stood and went to him, sitting on the arm of the chair. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him to her. He gulped, then relaxed into her comforting embrace, encircling her waist with one arm.

“We don’t make love anymore, Jessie. She shrinks away whenever I touch her. It’s like she doesn’t see the point anymore, if we’re not going to be able to make a baby. She doesn’t get that I love her anyway, and all I want is to show her, make her feel like she’s still worth something to me.”

This was probably going to take a year of therapy, thought Jessie. But she didn’t allow the thought complete itself. Mike was her friend, and he’d come to her in his time of need. She couldn’t take advantage of that.

He looked up at her, his eyes glistening with tears. “What do I do?” he asked pitifully.

Momentarily, Jessie was at a loss for words. “How long has it been like this?”

“Six months. Since the last doctor’s appointment. She crawled into a hole right after that. I haven’t made love to my wife in six months.” Then he laughed sardonically. “Not only do I feel powerless where her emotions are concerned, but my balls ache something fierce.”

“I’m so sorry Mike, I had no idea you two were going through all this. Have you thought about therapy?”

“I’ve suggested it, but she won’t go. She says it won’t change the fact that she’s barren.”

“Maybe not, but it might help her come to terms with it.”

“Yeah,” he sighed, then shrugged. “I just… I don’t know… I wish… Damn. I don’t know what I wish. Maybe I wish I didn’t love her so much, and I could take a mistress. God, that sounds so selfish, doesn’t it?”

“Not at all,” Jessie replied. “You have needs too, and you’re dealing with this just the same as she is. But she won’t let you in. She won’t let you help her, and she won’t help you. I hate to be so blunt, and you know how much I think of Karen, but that’s incredibly selfish on her part.”

He blinked at her, as if she’d just revealed the secrets of the universe. A relieved breath whooshed out of him. “Do you really think so?”

“Absolutely. I wish I had an answer for you, but I don’t. It sounds like you are blaming yourself. For not being able to reach her, and for having needs of your own. That’s terribly unfair.”

Pausing, Mike took a moment to mull over what she’d just said. Then quietly, with a husky edge to his voice, he said, “I’m probably going to regret this,” and pulled her face to his, covering her mouth with a passionate kiss.

Jessie groaned and, with all her will power, pulled away. “Please,” was all she could say.

“Oh Lord, Jessie, I’m sorry,” he moaned.

“No, don’t be sorry,” she said, bringing a hand to his gorgeous dark curls. She smiled a soft, tender smile. “You got caught up, and…”

“And I’ve got a buzz on and you think I don’t know what I’m doing, right?”

“It’s not that. You have to know something though, Mike. I’ve had…feelings…for you for a long time. It’s taken a lot of effort to see past that and focus on being your friend and be able to work close to you. Not only am I proud of what we have professionally, I really cherish our personal relationship -- yours, mine and Karen’s, and I’d hate to put that at risk.”

“Wow. I guess I kind of had a feeling about that,” Mike said after collecting himself. “But I didn’t realize you felt so strongly about things.”

“I do,” she nodded genuinely.

“So,” he struggled to find words. “Given what I’ve just told you, does that change anything?”

“No.”

“Then…can I…would you be offended if…”

She knew what he was trying to ask, and met his mouth with hers, this time allowing the moment to envelop her. Her fingers raked through his hair as their tongues touched for the first time, cautiously exploring, then gaining confidence in what they found there.

They were playing with fire, and both knew it. But they were unable to stem their desires, and reached hungrily for each other, fumbling with buttons and snaps and zippers and hooks until their clothes lay tangled on the floor.

Tenderly, Mike lay Jessie on the deep pile of the carpet and paused to look into her green eyes. Funny that even though they’d been friends for so long, he’d never noticed the depth of them. She returned his gaze, and when he asked “Are you sure?” she knew for certain, and her nearly imperceptible nod was all the encouragement he needed.

Again he covered her mouth with his while his hands explored the curves of her body. A soft round breast fit perfectly in his hand and he lingered over it for a moment, trailing kisses over her jaw, down her neck, and finally stopping to taste the small dark nipple that his fingers had coaxed into a hard little pebble.

Meanwhile, his hand traced the line of her thigh and she turned slightly to allow him access to her shaved pussy, which had been constantly flowing since they entered the room, what seemed like hours ago. He noticed this, and gave a gentle tug on her nipple, raising his head to let her see the appreciative grin. She returned it, and pulled him back to her for a quick kiss before he began his descent to sample the sweetness below.

Reaching his destination, he looked up again, and nodded. “I like this,” he noted, delicately running a finger across the smooth plane. She nearly caught herself telling him it was the way Connor liked it too, but no. This was just about them. She wouldn’t allow Karen or Connor to be brought into this most exquisite place they were now.

She watched him dip his head and felt electricity sizzle through her nerves when his tongue dipped into her. A shiver of pleasure shook her body, and he fed off her excitement, stroking more boldly that deep, soft, incredibly wet cavern. He let his tongue dance lazily over her clit, then took it between his teeth, teasing it in and out of his mouth. A long, lingering exploration of the entire length of her beautiful red slit ended in a quick motion that Jessie didn’t register until mid-stroke, when his fingers had replaced his mouth, thumb rounding her hard bud and two fingers buried clear to the knuckle inside her.

Jessie writhed on the floor beneath Mike’s able hands, each of her senses fully aware. She opened her eyes to see him watching her intently, continuing the masterful hand fucking. A smile of pure bliss curled her lips and he smoothly bent to claim her mouth, letting her taste her own juices on his tongue.

Hands stroking, searching, finally found his stiff cock, and Jessie gasped when she realized the size of it. She wrapped her hand around its thick shaft and Mike’s body tensed, then relaxed as she slowly, seductively began an up-down motion, twirling her wrist ever-so-slightly, and now and then grazing the tip with her thumb.

Mike raised himself up for her to gain a better angle and Jessie gasped again at the sight of the throbbing monster which had to be at least ten inches. He withdrew his fingers from her dripping pussy and let her guide his shaft to it before lowering himself again, until just the tip was inside. Expertly, he shifted to his side, then rolled to his back and drew her to him, impaling her on his massive fuck stick in a fluid movement that caused them both to cry out.

Jessie’s rocking motion began slowly, deliberately, and she savored every inch of him, was completely in tune to his responses below her. She threw her head back, which caused her silky breasts to turn up, inviting Mike to reach for them. When he sat up in order to suck on their beautiful flowers, she brought her legs up and dug her heels into the thick carpet to continue a steady rhythm.

He brought his knees up as well, and rocked once, twice, then was on his feet, carrying her to the couch without missing a beat. Jessie wrapped her arms around him, knowing she had never been fucked so well or so completely. He set her on the edge of the couch, coming to his knees and driving his huge rod as deep as he could into her tight, soaking wet cunt.

She moaned and reached for whatever she could as the world spun away from her. She found his hands and their fingers locked. He raised them over her head and gripped them tightly, increasing the speed of his thrusting until they both, driven to the edge, panted in anticipation of the imminent explosion.

Jessie came first, with a searing burst of color and light. She screamed as her pussy constricted around his hot cock. The waves of her climax brought him over the brink, and he plunged deeply one last time into her drenched canal before emptying himself into her in great, heaving spurts.

They lay entwined, energy sapped, chests heaving, letting the reality of what had happened between them sink in. Neither dared to speak, but finally Mike cleared his throat.

“Thank you,” he whispered.

“Hmm,” came her answer, with a smile.

“I know what you’re probably thinking – or will be soon,” he cautiously said. “But let me just say this has no bearing on your partnership, Jessie. We uh…we entered into this voluntarily, I think.”

He waited for her nod to continue. “And I won’t let it damage our friendship either, as long as you don’t.”

When she finally spoke, her words only affirmed his. “The partnership hadn’t crossed my mind. I believe in our friendship, and I know you wouldn’t hold something like this over my head. As far as that goes, I’d like to think that, as friends, we just provided something to each other that we both needed. I also stand by what I said earlier, that nothing leaves this room.”

“Nothing,” he agreed, then sighed. “I don’t think I’m going to be able to concentrate on the Davis file after all.”

“I’m having doubts too, about getting the Bennington proposal finished.”

“Then join me for another drink, Jessie, and we’ll call it a night.”

“Deal,” she grinned, reaching for her blouse.



After Hours



Sometimes things happen that you just never expect and have no way to predict even if you look at the events from hindsight. I just wound up in one of those situations and at the moment, I have no idea how I will get myself out of it and worse yet, I really don’t want to. 

I am the manager of a department store. I won’t tell you which one but let me assure you, that you know it or at least know of it. We are a big chain, very pricey and very exclusive. Everybody who is anybody shops here or at least that is what we want you to think.

I am the independent sort and have been known to speak my mind even when it isn’t in my best interest. I don’t do what I am told, I do what I think is best. In college, I played nosetackle on a division I-A team despite being a bit undersized (5-10 and about 230). My coach was adamant that I needed to move to linebacker to make his team but I persevered. I won my starting position midway through my freshman year. I refused to redshirt because I was going to graduate as a marketing and economics major in four years. I even made a few All-American teams along the way, both athletic and academic. This was achieved through hard work, tenacity, balls and applied intelligence. I haven’t given up on my hard work, studies or need to keep in shape. All of these things brought me to where I am today.

I met my wife during my senior year and I went to work for my father soon after graduation and our honeymoon. “Dad” wasn’t too sure about me, thinking that I was a dumb jock just smart enough to look for a rich wife as a meal ticket. He tried to scare me off by starting me out in some of the more menial jobs but I didn’t care. I told him that he was going to wind up making me a store manager and then a major executive in the company soon anyway.

In eight years, I am now managing “Dad’s” flagship store and doing it better than any of my predecessors. That is extremely quick advancement in this cutthroat business. I tell you all of this just so you realize that I am nobody’s fool and not some wimp to be toyed with. Well that may have been true up until now.

I met Sophie during her job interview. She was applying for a direct marketing position at our store. She had a great sense of style and a very outgoing personality so I decided to try to use these talents. She had a need to work evenings and nights. What we were able to come up with was a floating sales position between women’s wear and the women’s makeup and perfume counters. We also were in need of someone to set up displays and manikins at night while the store was closed. A perfect fit.

Everything seemed to be working out just fine. After a couple of months, Sophie’s department managers were giving her glowing reports and evening sales in her various departments were on the rise coinciding with her evenings in those departments.

There was just one disturbing bit of a problem. Samples were disappearing. Not off of the shelves and counters but afterward. Most people don’t realize this, but department stores keep track of samples and demos after they are used. We want people to buy our merchandise not walk around with it for free. This problem began to crop up after Sophie started working with us. Just because B followed A doesn’t necessarily mean that A caused B but it would be stupid not to investigate.

The investigation fell to me simply because I worked late nearly every night and most of my department managers went home. Having one of them stick around to watch Sophie would be suspicious. Nothing had turned up on the security radar so that wasn’t going to help either. I am always around and I usually talk with my employees so no one would be the wiser.

Let me tell you a bit about Sophie. She is a petite woman, in fact she is tiny. Not quite five feet tall and slender, no more than a size 2. I spent time working in the woman’s wear areas as well so I am a good judge of size. She is of Middle Eastern extraction, very pretty with strong aristocratic features, long black hair and an olive complexion. She always dresses well to accentuate her shapely ass and legs. More importantly for me and the store, she is whip smart and very imaginative with an impressive ability to read people. All of this has, of course, made her a very good salesperson and an even better display creator.

As I spent time talking with Sophie while she worked on displays at night, I began to notice that the clothing, fragrances and hosiery she wore often coincided with the unaccounted for display merchandise. Bells were ringing but I wanted to be sure, besides I was enjoying my conversations with Sophie. She is very interesting and engaging. I walked around other departments in the store as well when I could drag myself away from one of our delightful conversations or intense debates in an attempt to be discreet.

As I have said, Sophie is no dummy so while I was wandering around the dark store, she was doing some investigating herself. Apparently she spent a bit of time rummaging through my desk. I rarely keep my office or desk locked since everyone would prefer not to have an audience with me in my office and there is nothing of true value kept in there.

Everything began to go crazy one Wednesday night. I was working on the inventory while Sophie was preparing the displays for a big weekend sale. There was a light rap at my office door and Sophie came in. Most employees are nervous and wary when they enter my office but not Sophie. She just walked in without invitation and perched herself on the corner of my desk. In doing so, she showed me quite a lot of her shapely right leg as she swung her strappy high heeled sandal to and fro.

I was mesmerized and hypnotically watched her sexy calf and shapely ankle swing. Her legs were clad in very sheer, Cuban heeled, seamed, red stockings. The sandal was red as well and the straps wound around her calf and up to her knee where they were tied in a big bow. As my eyes wandered up her leg, I noticed that she was showing quite a lot of smooth thigh under a very short, black, pleated skirt. My eyes continued to rove upwards over her lovely little ass to her torso. The blouse she wore was white silk and made of very light material. I could easily see her big, dark nipples poking out and the deep red bustier that caressed her small, firm breasts as she thrust her chest toward me. My eyes continued up along her graceful neck to her beautiful face. Her hair was pulled up tightly into a tail on top of her head, held there by four thick gold rings. This and her makeup were designed to emphasize the exotic, strong, angular features of her face.

As I gazed into her deep, dark eyes, what got me the most was the sly smile playing across her bright red lips. She was content to let me drink in her exotic beauty. She was enjoying her enchantment over me. 

Momentarily breaking the spell, she told me, “I know why you have been spending nights spying on me, Ross.”

I stammered back, “W-w-wel-l-l-l S-sophie, it is p-part of my job-b-b.”

“I have been doing a little spying myself.”

She handed me a couple of magazines that she had apparently found in my desk drawer. I didn’t look through them. I didn’t need to. I knew what they were. I have always been fascinated by women’s undergarments and how bold and brazen women can use then to fascinate and tempt men. The magazines were full of pictures of women dressed in stockings, garters, heels, bustiers and corsets. The items were made of leather, satin, lace and latex. All the models were dark complected and exotic looking.

I was taken quite off guard but I tried to rally.

“Sophie, I am not sure what to say but those magazines are my private property.”

“More importantly, what would your pretty, blond wife and her important father say about these?”

Easy, divorce and no job, even though I had earned this job by sweat and hard work not by marriage. Sophie had my attention.

“Don’t worry about answering. Let me tell you what I want. I do take the used demo merchandise but I want you to forget about it. I don’t sell it. I use it in my wardrobe so I can wear some very nice, very sex things which I can’t afford on my salary, otherwise…”

Relieved that there was a simple solution, I stood up quickly and took the magazines from her hand and tried to lead her to the door, saying, “That’s not a problem, Sophie. I realized what you were doing and why. As long as you are not selling the merchandise and don’t tell anyone else what is going on, I don’t have a problem with it. In fact, your increased sales have more than offset the loss of money by not having you purchase the merchandise.”

She stopped me at the door as said, “I haven’t finished. Don’t ever interrupt me again! I noticed that we have a mutual interest and I want to explore it.”

“I am not sure what you mean, Sophie.”

Her hand wandered over to my crotch and she began to stroke my bulging, hard cock through my pants. Until this point, I had been so mesmerized by her that I hadn’t really understood her effect on me. I was wired and tingling all over. My cock was throbbing at her teasing caresses. I have never been so excited, so aroused by a woman in my life. This sexy little slip of a woman had me literally and figuratively in the palm of her hand.

“Sure you do, Ross. You want to fuck my tight little pussy with this big, thick cock of yours. You want me to suck your cock. But you want this only after I have used you and made you pleasure me. You want to be my sex slave.”

Oh God, yes! That is exactly what I wanted but I wasn’t about to admit it. Not to her, not to any one, ever. I thought that I was in complete control of myself and my destiny.

“Sophie, just because I enjoy looking at some pictures of women in sexy, even kinky lingerie doesn’t mean I want to or will submit to you.”

Sophie walked around my desk and took out one of the other magazines I kept in the bottom drawer under the work folders. She knew just which one she wanted. She handed me the magazine and told me to turn to page 35. I knew exactly what she was showing me but I had no volition. I simply opened the magazine and place it on the desk, open to page 35. 

The pictures were of a small, exotic, dusky woman dressed in red stockings, red sandals and a red bustier with a large, muscular man. In the series of pictures, she was handling his big, thick cock and then pushing him down on the ground so that she could mount his face and have him lick her clean shaven pussy.

“Ross, this page seems to be the most worn of all the pages in all your magazines. It even feels a bit sticky. What do you have to say about that?”

With that she took my big hand in her small one and had me touch the tacky feeling page. She gave me her sly smile again and then slowly guided my hand up under her pleated skirt, across her bare thigh to her smooth, slick pussy. She had me insert one of my big, thick fingers into her very tight and incredibly hot, wet hole and then rippled the muscles of her pussy around it.

I could only whimper at this point, “Uuuuhhhhh!!!”

“That is just what I thought, slave.”

She abruptly stood up and pulled away from me. Teasingly, she began to remove her outer garments, one at time. Smiling haughtily and condescendingly, she watched me drool over each bit of her body and lingerie as she exposed them to me.

“You do know that I only dress like this to dominate you, to control you. From now on I am your Princess and you are to attend to my needs and desires. You are my sex slave. If you are a good slave and bring me pleasure and satisfaction I may, just may, reward you. Do you understand, slave?”

As I looked at her, I felt compelled. I wanted this sexy little woman with every fiber of my being. I wanted to serve her, to pleasure her, to be her sex slave.

“Yes, Princess Sophie. I am your sex slave. I will satisfy your every desire and bring you pleasure and hope I am worthy of any reward you see fit to give me.”

With a sparkle in her eye and a sly smile, she sat on the corner of my desk and slowly spread her legs wide. By doing this she silently commanded me to attend to her. I knelt between her spread thighs and she tangled her fingers in my hair.

“Do you want to make your Princess moan in pleasure, slave? Do you want to make me cum all over your lips and tongue and flood you with my nectar?”

“Yes, Princess, yes! Please let me pleasure you with my tongue and taste your sweet nectar.”

She pulled my face into her swampy pussy. I licked at her lips and sucked her clit. I tongue fucked her tight hole and ate her womanhood like a starving animal. I could not get enough of her tangy, sweet juices. I wanted more. I wanted her to gush into my mouth as her body bucked and she moaned in ecstasy.

As she approached the edge, her sinewy thighs wrapped around my head and squeezing me tight, her body stiffened and her fingers pulled at my hair trying to bury my entire face in her little hole. Her hips pumped and rolled, making it nearly impossible to keep my lips and tongue fastened to her clit. Her body pulsed with electricity, her moans and musky scent filled the room. Waves of pleasure coursed through her as she rubbed her gushing womanhood all over my face and I drank deeply of her royal essence.

Sophie recovered surprisingly quickly. She hopped up off my desk and sat in my executive swivel chair. I watched as she spread her legs and let her musky juices flood the soft, black leather seat. I knew that I was going to be bent over that seat sniffing her arousing aroma later and so did she. 

“Hand me my purse and then show me your cock, slave.”

I did as I was told. I handed her the big bag she had brought into my office and proceeded to unzip my fly and free my big, thick cock from the confines of my pants while she rummaged in her bag.

My eyes opened wide as I saw what she pulled out of her purse. One large, studded leather cock and ball harness and two pair of handcuffs. The harness was made of two studded leather loops closed by buckles with a studded leather strap connecting them. The smaller loop had a metal loop hanging from it by the buckle. The hand cuffs were thick and sturdy chromed metal and they were fur lined. She smiled brightly as she saw the wonderment in my eyes and noticed the twitching of my throbbing hard-on. 

Her hands caressed my cock and balls as she told me, “There is something so very submissive and exciting about a man standing in front of me in an expensive, tailored suit with his hard cock sticking out.”

I simply whimpered and moaned as she continued to tease my throbbing manhood.

“You really do want to serve your Princess Sophie, don’t you slave?”

“Yes Princess. I want to satisfy your every need, all your desires. This sex slave wants to please you.”

“Good. Show me just how much you want to submit to me. Undress and put one set of handcuffs on each wrist.”

Once again, I complied with a twitching, throbbing cock. I slowly took off my suit, underwear, socks and shoes, knowing that we both wanted to relish my submissive act. Her teasing, caressing hands never left my cock and balls. They coaxed me on and served as a reminder as to why I was submitting to Princess Sophie. 

Once I locked the handcuffs around my wrists, Sophie then picked up the cock and ball harness and dangled it in front of me. She was still caressing the length of my cock and it was drooling precum. I was dangerously close to erupting and splattering her entire body with my cum. I knew this would ruin everything and so I grit my teeth and held back as best as I could.

“You are doing very well, slave. Hold on and don’t cum. I will make that easier for you in just a minute. This harness is your collar. When it is on your cock, you are my slave. Do you want to wear my collar, Ross?”

“Yes, Princess. I want to wear your collar. I want to be your sex slave.”

With that admission she looped the two studded leather rings around my cock above and below my balls, cinching both as tightly as she could. My cock swelled and pulsed and became an angry red color. Sophie took the unlatched bracelet of each handcuff and locked them through the strip of leather connecting the two loops squeezing my cock. She then reached into her bag and pulled out a short, black leather leash and attached it to the metal ring dangling under the harness.

“Now follow me slave. Let’s find someplace appropriate to play, shall we?”

She tugged on the leash and led me through the store. Here I was being led by my cock through what was, before tonight, my domain. I was being led on a leash with my hands securely cuffed to the harness I willingly let my Princess Sophie fasten to my hard-on. If I wasn’t wearing the harness, I would have been hosing down the entire store with my cum. As it was the harness stemmed nearly all the flow and I was leaving a trail of sticky, white drops on the polished, cherry wood floors.

You may not realize this but department stores, even the large expensive ones, are not much more than fancy warehouses. Despite what looks like fancy walls and fixtures, most of the store is stripped bare for easy access to the plumbing, electrical and structural works. It is all just artfully covered and decorated to distract your eye from the raw structure. Sophie knows this as well as anyone since she is the person who sets up the décor.

She chose to lead me over to the toy section for the night. 

“I think this is most appropriate, slave. You are now my toy to do with as I wish. I am going to play with you tonight. I am going to show you that you are mine, that you want to be mine. After tonight you will lust for your Princess Sophie all the time.”

Sophie then unleashed my cock and unlocked the cuffs from the cock harness, commanding me, “Gather up all the soft pillows that you can find and bring them back here.”

I hurried around the store, finding all the soft bed pillows and throw pillows I could carry and brought them back to Sophie. She took each pillow from me and cast it artfully on the floor. As she took a pillow from me with her right hand, she would stroke my hard, still drooling cock with her left and coo sweet compliments into my ear.

“Good slave. Obey your Princess and I will reward you.”

After all the pillows were cast about, she looked up into my eyes, searching my soul. Her both hands were working my drooling manhood. One was smearing the sticky, slippery precum around on the head, the other tickling and caressing my aching balls. 

I was whimpering in need as she asked me, “This feels so good and makes your balls hurt at the same time, doesn’t it slave?”

“Yes Princess. Your hands feel so good stroking my cock, but my balls hurt so much.”

“Good this is your reminder. It reminds you of how good I can make you feel when I reward you but the ache in your balls reminds you of how much you lust for me and how I will leave you feeling if you don’t obey me. Understood slave?”

“Yes Princess.”

Sophie lay on the pillows and commanded me, “Get down here and pleasure me, slave. I want to feel your hands and lips and tongue all over my body. I want you to bring me to orgasm over and over.” 

I knelt down beside Sophie and took her exotically beautiful face in my hands and kissed her. I kissed her long and deep, our tongues wrestled and twined as I gave my soul to my Princess. 

After she broke the kiss with a long, low moan, I attacked her tight, sexy little body. I ravished her. I devoured her. My hands roamed all over, squeezing her small, firm tits and long, pointy nipples. They stroked her smooth flat belly and caressed her muscular but shapely thighs and ass. I kissed her from head to toe and licked her all over. I licked and sucked on her toes, fingers and tits before my face came to rest between Sophie’s thighs.

I grabbed her firm little ass cheeks in my big hands and pulled her slick, musky pussy to me. I lapped at her pussy and sucked on her clit as if I were a starving animal, drinking deeply of her essence. She was soon convulsing around my head, writhing in ecstasy as she was pounded over and over by crashing waves of orgasmic pleasure. My only thought was to keep her wailing and moaning, bucking and twitching forever.




After Hours



Once again, Sophie surprised me, this time with her ability to recover. I had expected her to lay heaving and trying to catch her breath, knees wobbly and eyes unfocused but I was wrong. She pulled my arms tight and rolled me onto my back. Using the dangling ends of the hand cuff, she locked me to a pipe running about six inches above the floor, concealed by a curtain.

Now my subservience to her really began. She straddled my hips and began teasing my hard cock with her tight little hole. She slowly rubbed her dripping pussy and prominent clit up and down the hard, throbbing length of my cock. I watched her do this as best as I could and occasionally stole a glance to see her watching my reaction to her tease. I couldn’t imagine how my big, thick member was ever going to fit into that tiny hole. I would probably fill her completely, squeezing the breath out of her lungs and she would be able to taste my precum.

Continuing with the slow, slick rub, she dangled one of her pointy little tits over my lips, rubbing them with her long, swollen nipple. I opened my mouth and licked the nipple, dancing my tongue all around and over the tip. As my mouth closed around her nipple and I sucked on most of her tit all at once, she rocked her hips and my cockhead slid between her pussy lips for the first time. I moaned around her tit but kept sucking as she slowly adjusted to my girth and sank down, impaling herself on my fuckpole. I was caught in a vise, velvety smooth, scalding hot and incredibly slick, being squeezed more than I ever had been before.

Sophie rocked and rotated her hips on my rock hard member, making sure to rub her clit across the base or in my pubic hair. As I continued to suckle at her delicious little tits, she whispered in my ear, “Does my slave enjoy having Princess Sophie fuck him? Does my royal, tight little fuckhole feel good wrapped around your big, hard cock?” 

I couldn’t answer. I didn’t want to take my mouth away from her little titties. I simply nodded in agreement as I continued sucking, hungrily. All at once, Sophie’s body tightened and she sat up pulling her tits away from my face. She started shivering and bouncing furiously up and down on my pulsing cock, keening and moaning as she did so. I watched with fascination as I felt her pussy suck at my cock and spasm around its girth. 

For the first time, I was able to watch my Princess in the midst of her orgasm, riding my hard cock to ecstasy. Her face contorted with the pleasure and her body began to twitch and jerk as if thousands of volts of electricity were shooting through her. 

The feeling in my balls welled up and let loose as I attempted to pump my jism deep into her thrashing body and clutching pussy. The cock harness did its job and denied me as I felt my cum crashing onto the tight leather loop below my balls and subside like waves on a rocky, stormy beach.

Sophie, collapsed down onto my chest and lazily ran her fingers through my chest hair as she asked, “Did you enjoy watching your Princess in the ecstasy that you brought her slave? You nearly came in my pussy didn’t you, slave. I could feel your cock pulsing and trying to pump your jizz in me.”

“Yes Princess, your slave loved watching you. I loved how you came all over my hard cock. I thought that I was going to cum but I couldn’t with the harness.”

Sophie reached up and unlocked the cuffs from the pipe and the rolled me on top of her.

“Fuck me again, slave. Make your Princess cum on your hard cock again.”

I positioned my cockhead at her pussy mouth and slid into her sopping pussy once again. She wrapped her legs around my waist and whispered into my ear, “Fuck me hard, slave. Fuck your Princess hard and deep.”

As I thrust my length completely into her, she bit my ear and moaned, “Yyyyesss!! Yyyyyessss!! Fuck me good, slave. Fuck me!”

My hips rose and fell, withdrawing so that my cockhead was just kissed by the sopping lips of her pussy mouth and then plunging all the way into her as my balls slapped her firm little ass. The spiked heels of her sandals, dug into my ass cheeks and she used them as spurs to keep me fucking her faster and deeper with each pistoning stroke of my hard cock.

Once again she stiffened and trembled and my cock began pulsing. Her arms, wrapped around my neck, and her legs, encircling my waist, tightened. They squeezed me, constricting my breathing and movement as her pussy contracted around my pistoning cock, threatening to rip it off at the root.

“Fuck me, slave! Fuck your Princess! Fuck me! Don’t stop!”

As Sophie relaxed and began lightly stroking my back, I slowed my pace. My balls ached with my lust for her and my need to pump out all the jizz swelling them painfully.

She kissed me lightly on the lips, a soft sensuous touch and cooed into my ear, “You fuck your Princess so good, slave. Princess Sophie is very happy with how you use your big cock.”

She pushed me up onto my knees and rolled over under me so that she could stroke my cock with both her tiny hands. It looked so massive and erotic watching both of her tiny manicured hands sliding along my cock in her slick juices and my drooling precum. One hand went down to my balls and began tickling and rubbing the hot, taut flesh. My swollen balls were so tight that they didn’t jiggle. They were nearly as hard as my cock.

I had my head thrown back in pleasure, whimpering, as Sophie told me, “Almost, slave. Almost. You are very close to earning your reward.”

Sophie’s hands left my cock and balls. It was a moment before I realized this. By the time I looked down, she was on her hands and knees with her tight little ass swaying in my face.

Looking over her shoulder at me, giving me her sly smile, she commanded me, “What are you waiting for slave? Attend to your Princess’s needs.”

I bent over and grabbed each of her tight, little ass cheeks in one of my hands. They seemed a perfect fit as my fingertips hooked over either side of her hip bones. I pulled her to me and drank in the sight. 

Sophie’s little fuckhole was stretched open and gaping at me, dribbling her musky nectar. As her body trembled in my hands, the dark puckered ring of her ass seemed to wink at me in invitation. I plunged my tongue into the gaping hole, lapping and sucking at her sex. My tongue trailed upwards to the invitation of her winking ass.

Sophie shivered and whimpered as I left a wet trail across the sensitive nether region between holes. She thrust her ass back into my face and let out a long low moan as I danced my tongue on the tight ring of her ass.

One tiny hand moved to her swollen clit as my tongue slowly penetrated the tight ring. Her hips thrust at my face as she fucked my tongue with her ass and rubbed her clit. Almost immediately, she was cumming again. Sophie’s face and firm little titties were squirming on the pillows as her hips pumped and bucked wildly back at me.

“Oooohhhhh!! Tongue fuck my ass, slave! Oooooohhhhh!!!!”

As Sophie finished bucking and twitching around my tongue, I thrust my hips forward and filled her still gaping, drooling pussy. I was frantic, completely out of control. Fucking her like a wild animal in rut. Grunting and moaning as she whimpered under my attack. She pulled one of the pillows to her mouth and bit into it as her whole body began to spasm. Her pussy muscles milked my cock, trying to suck out the flood of jizz still imprisoned in my balls. The flow of jizz crashed against the studded restraining loop and I thought it just might break free but the restraint held and my cock just pulsed helplessly.

Sophie pulled free of my still pulsing cock and turned around. She kissed me deeply, lovingly and caressed my face.

“Such a good slave. You have made your Princess feel sooo very good. For that you shall be rewarded.”

Her hand moved down to my cock and gripped it around the upper loop. We both looked down at it pulsing and twitching impotently while it drooled a small steady flow of precum.

“Do you want to cum, slave? Do you want your Princess to remove your collar and make you cum?”

My only response was a choked whimper. Smiling brightly at this, Sophie unbuckled the top loop of the harness. The drooling flow of precum increased. She rubbed her thumb on the sensitive underside of the head using my sticky precum to lubricate her play. My need to cum immediately increased. 

Sophie knelt directly in front of me and leaned forward to whisper in my ear, “You pleasured your Princess very well, slave, and you didn’t even try to remove the harness. Here is your reward.”

Throughout all her play with me, no matter how much I needed to cum and wanted to pump my jizz into her, I never even thought of removing the harness. I truly was her slave. Only she could remove the harness.

She then leaned back and unbuckled the second loop as she continued to rub the underside of my cockhead in the slippery precum. After no more than a few strokes of her thumb, the damn was opened. I bellowed and let loose like a firehose, spraying her tight tummy, small pointy tits, long nipples, neck and face with my jizz. Bolt after bolt of my cum shot from my wildly pumping cock and coated her.

After what seemed like an eternity, I slumped exhaustedly in front of her, gazing at her lithe little body dripping with my jizz. She had my cum splattered over the front of her from her red fishnet clad knees to her luxurious dark hair. She looked sexier and even more tempting than when she first collared this slave.

“You can’t leave your Princess looking like this, slave. Clean me. Clean me thoroughly with your skillful tongue.”

Sophie leaned back on the pillows and spread her legs. I knelt beside her and did as she commanded. I licked her clean. Head to toe and everywhere in between. I sucked the few cum splatters out of her hair and I sucked the hand she used to make me cum. She simply languished in the attention.

My cock had wilted a bit but never really softened. It dangled half-hard in front of me. Sophie grabbed my dangling member and guided me back through the store to my office. Once inside she let me watch her dress and then attended to me by dressing me slowly and stroking me.

Soon I was in my suit. She straightened my tie and stepped back, looking at me. My semi-hard cock was still poking out of my open zipper. With her seductive, sly smile, Sophie sat in my desk chair and pulled me to her by my dangling cock. She lowered her head and began licking and sucking my manhood, making it rise to her temptations. I was ready to be commanded by her once again. 

Her mouth was so hot and wet. Her lips and tongue skillfully manipulated my hard flesh and weak psyche and soon I at the point of no return. She teasingly kept me balanced at that sweet torturous edge on the verge of cumming. With a loud wet pop she pulled my cock from her mouth and tucked it away, zipping up my pants. 

“I will always leave you desiring me and ready to serve my needs, slave. You will be here, waiting for me next Wednesday night. Don’t forget to clean up all those messy pillows on the floor in the toy section before you leave.” 

With that she turned and walked out of my office…



After Hours



The rain poured down in sheets across my windshield and hammered like a tinsmith on the thin roof of my cheap used car. I leaned forward on the steering wheel, driving slowly, my wipers going as fast as possible, as futile as the attempt was. An approaching set of headlights blinded me enough so that I had to hit the brakes until he passed. I flipped him off with a grumble, even though I knew he couldn't see me.

"Fuck," I muttered. I rolled down the window and was greeted with a cold blast of fresh Texas rain. I was in the panhandle, headed east back home to Baltimore after spring semester at U of So-Cal. Somehow I had envisioned a cross-country trip as being more romantic. But there I was, with my head out the window of my car so I could see, driving 20 mph down a lonely stretch of road on the edge of nowhere. I could only see up to the end of my headlights, but with every flash of lightning I was reminded that the road went straight as an arrow all the way to the horizon.

I smelled something.

Being alone in the car, I tried to remember if I had farted, but I soon recalled the smell from the garage my dad owned: a hot car. I ducked my head back in the window. Sure enough, the 'check engine' light was on, and minutes later my car sputtered to a halt on the hard, gravelly shoulder. I bounced my head on the steering wheel for a few minutes before I tried my cell: no service. I hate Texas. I hit the flashers and jumped out of the car. Within a half a minute I was soaked. At least I wouldn't have to worry about dying of thirst.

I pulled the collar up on my leather jacket and went to open the hood, only to be singed. I swore and screamed and kicked my old piece of shit car so hard that the bumper fell off. Just fell off. Hopeless. I did a 360 and looked in all directions, and I just happened to be looking ahead when a flash of lightning revealed my salvation: a squat building with a couple of low-intensity streetlights. I pulled my hat down and jammed my hands in my pockets as I started walking.

The distance was deceptively long. All distances are in Texas. After about 40 minutes of trudging through the rain, I arrived at the building. It was an old, slightly run-down diner, with a homemade sign that read "Erma's Diner". How quaint. There was one car parked beside the building. With a little luck, Erma was around. I went to the door and tried it, but it was locked. I cupped my hands to the screen to get closer to the inner glass door and peered in. A dim light shone through a door leading to the back. I knocked and waited a moment, then banged harder with my fist, shaking the whole wall. A face appeared in the lighted door, but I couldn't really make it out. The person came to the door and opened the dinner one, so that we were separated by a screen door.

"Hey, mister, I-" she began. Yes, she. She was an almost surreally pretty, cute brunette, her light brown hair tied up in a bun in back of her head. She wore a brown and white waitress outfit and still didn't hide her killer curves. We both stood aghast in surprise. I'm sure neither of us expected to see such a person in such a place.

"We're...um, we're closed," she said, more quietly. I could barely hear her over the din of the rain of the metal roof. I took off my hat and ran a hand through my hair.

"Look, lady, I just need to use a phone, ok?" I said, shaking off my hat even though I was still standing in the rain. She just looked at me. I looked back, a little confused. I scratched my black beard stubble and sort of waved at her.

"Can I at least come in?" I asked.

"Yes! Jesus, get out of the rain," she said, opening the door and standing aside.

"Thank you," I said, stepping and taking off my coat. "My car broke down a few miles back, I need to call a tow-truck. Where's the phone?"

"Oh, we don't have one," she said. "Sorry."

"Ah. Great!" I said, throwing up my hands. I slumped down at the counter in the dark room. Another flash of lightning and peal of thunder shook the building. She jumped like a mouse; I didn't flinch.

"Well I guess I'm staying here for the night," I sighed. "Do you have anything to eat? I haven't eaten since last night."

"We're, um," she began

"Yeah, I know. You're closed. I heard. But this is a diner, you must have food around. C'mon, have some compassion! I'll pay you," I said, fishing out my sodden wallet. She laughed as I comically pulled out some dripping bills.

"C'mon in the back, I'll fix you something," she said with a smile, touching my bare arm for a moment. The touch was electric. What was it about this girl? I stood from the stool, shaking off my hat again as I followed her swinging hips through the small rear door. We walked through the darkened kitchen and into a small back office/stockroom. She cracked open some boxes and rummaged through a fridge. "Sit down, stay awhile," she offered, setting some food down on the table and pulling up a chair for me.

"Thank you," I said. She handed me a towel, and our hands touched. She blushed.

"I'll fix you some eggs and sausage, ok?" she said.

"Sure, sounds great!" I said, rubbing my hands together. She didn't take long. I stood in the kitchen with her, not content to be waited upon completely, and we talked while she took the 10 minutes to fix me dinner. Her name was Isabelle or Bella for short. She was 19 to my 21, and Erma was her mother. They lived about 30 miles up the road in a small trailer with her father and little sister. It was not a wealthy family, I gathered, but a very happy one.

"I've been working here since I was 13. My little sister will start next year," Bella said. "Mom would pay me a little for helping out, but I liked to, and money isn't much of an object around here."

"Where's the nearest town?" I asked

She pointed. "Oh, about 50 miles thataway. But we have a phone at my house, so you can call the truck from there. It'll cost you a bit, you know."

"The truck? Oh, yeah, I know. Whattaya gonna do, though, huh?" I chuckled. She laughed.

"Well, it's ready! Here, go on back in the office and I'll get you something to drink. Coffee OK? It'll be a little strong," said Bella.

"Just how I like it," I answered. She returned with my food and a couple cups of coffee, and she sat on the desk beside me as I ate, her smooth, shapely legs neatly crossed.

"So geez, the nearest town is 50 miles away...any neighbors?" I asked.

"Not for at least that same 50 miles," she answered.

"But you get plenty of customers out here?"

"Surprisingly, yes," she laughed. "Mostly truckers and bikers, but both groups have big appetites."

"Ha! I could eat them into the ground. No one on Earth has the appetite of a college student," I cajoled. We laughed. "What made your parents want to do something like this, anyway?"

"Used to be hippies," Bella said succinctly.

"Say no more," I said, putting up a hand. I ate a couple more bites. "This is delicious. Thank you so much," I added.

"You're welcome!" she beamed.

I finished and leaned back in my chair with my coffee. "So what do you do for fun out here?" I asked. I noticed she crossed her legs the other way, towards me, when I asked.

"Well, we do a lot of things," she began, leaning back on her hands. "You have a lot of time to spend with yourself, so you learn things you wouldn't learn otherwise. My mom sends me to boarding school during the year, but in the summers I like to come back home, and when I get here I always just fall back into my old routines."

I gave a questioning look, and she continued.

"Well, first of all I can play the harmonica like you wouldn't believe," (she gave me an odd wink) "and I learned some mild contortionism as a hobby."

I raised my eyebrows, and she giggled and blushed a bit. "You don't say!" I laughed.

"Mm-hm!" she nodded vigorously, then her expression changed. "But most of the time, we're just lonely. We always talk the ears off of anyone who will listen when the walk into the diner."

"You didn't seem too talkative when I showed up at the door a while ago," I pointed out, pointing with the thumb. She blushed a bit.

"Well, you were a bit off-hours. And with that hat and 5 o'clock shadow you looked kinda sinister. And..." (she paused, looking at the floor and smiling while brushing her hair behind her ear with one hand) "...we definitely don't get many good-looking young men in here, either." She looked at me at bit her lower lip tenderly. I felt my pants shrinking, and simply smiled at her over my coffee.

"Well, it's not every day that when my car breaks down on the edge of nowhere that a beautiful girl takes me in a feeds me dinner," complimented back. She smiled and twisted her feet around, her shoes clunking to the floor.

So...you have a girlfriend back in Cali?" she asked, pulling her legs up on the desk and sitting sideways on her hip.

"No, no steady girl," I said, putting down my coffee and leaning an elbow on the desk by her bare leg.

"No?" she said, looking at me with bedroom eyes.

"No..." I said. Carefully, I let my hand caress across her calf. She didn't pull away. She skin was soft, smooth, and warm. It had been a long time since I had really stopped to touch a girl. She stretched out her leg in response, our eyes locked. I rose from my chair and she sat up on the desk. I touched her cheek, then ran my hand back around behind her head, cradling it as I kissed her deeply. She moaned like I had just kissed her pussy instead; she obviously hadn't gotten any in a while! Her arms draped over my shoulders and around my neck as my hands took hold of her sides. We kissed more and more forcefully and passionately, our fingers fumbling with each others buttons. My shirt hit the floor with a wet slap, and she moaned again as she ran her hands down my hard, sculpted chest and abs. I got her out of the white smock to reveal a set of D-cup breasts that would have put any playboy model to shame. Her white lace bra kept them at bay for the time being as we kissed, our tongues intertwining and our hands roaming. I deftly unsnapped the little metal clasp holding her skirt on, then scooped her up under the butt, standing her up so it would drop to the floor. I stopped and took a step back to look at my prize of the year; 5'5", smooth, shiny brown hair, curves that would wreck and rally car, full, round breasts, and a bubble butt the likes of which I may never see again. Topsides she had a skimpy white lace bra that just barely covered her nipples, and below she wore a matching white cotton thong. She looked at me and leaned against the desk, tilting her hips back. I toed off my slightly muddy boots and kicked them behind me just as she dropped to her knees at my feet! She took the reins, unbuckling my belt and undoing my fly in a matter of seconds. She hooked her fingers into my jeans and boxers and pulled both to my ankles in one go. My 9-inch cock sprang free, and she gasped as she laid eyes on it.

"Oh my..." she cooed, wrapping her warm hand around my shaft. "You're definitely the biggest I've ever had!" I just moaned in response, leaning against one of the steady stack of boxes as her hand slowly strokes me up and down. Her tongue danced along the underside of my shaft and across my shaved balls, then she let go for just a second while she slowly ran her tongue from top to bottom, pausing to swirl her tongue around the tip before all of a sudden engulfing the head of my cock with her lips.

"Ohhhh fuck!" I moaned, my toes curling. I looked down at her while she wantonly looked right back into my eyes, her soft pink lips wrapped snuggly around just my tip, moving quickly up and down just fractions of an inch. God, it was wild! No other girl has since sucked me like that. But sadly, after only a minute or so she stopped and stood, kissing me and leaning back against the desk again.

"Don't think I'm going to let you come that easy," she said wickedly. "I'm gonna make you work for it!"

"With pleasure," I replied. She reached behind herself and let the bra fall to the floor. It was my turn to gasp; my imagination didn't even do them justice! The most perfect breasts I had ever or possibly will ever see. She giggled at my reaction, cupping them in her hands. I kissed her while she played with her nipples, and pushed my hands into the waistband of her panties at her hips. She moaned again as I pushed them off her curve and let them fall to the ground. She jumped her booty up onto the desk and I knelt between her knees, only to be treated to yet another beautiful spectacle; her hot little teenage pussy. She was shaved but for a small strip of neatly cropped hair just above her clit about 2 inches long. I touched her lips; smooth as a baby. I inhaled her scent like perfume, teasing her lips apart with the tip of my tongue. She moaned fervently and gasped over and over as I licked her pussy, swirling my tongue around her clit and alternately plunging my tongue into her pussy. God, she tasted so sweet. I wanted her pussy like nothing else. She stopped me, breathlessly.

"Do you have a condom?" she asked. I almost screamed. I didn't. I shook my head with an apologetic look.

"Good," she said. "Because I want to feel it when you come in my ass."

My jaw must have dropped, because she laughed again, playing with her pussy before my eyes, only inches away. I helped her with my tongue, with a renewed libido if ever that was possible. I'd only done one girl up the butt before, and it was the most amazing experience of my life. Well, that experience was about to be outdone.

Bella pulled her legs back, keeping them straight, until her knees nicely framed her tits. I licked tenderly around her freshly-cleaned rosebud, and she moaned breathlessly.

"Ohhh Jesus, I want you in my ass SO badly..." she moaned, looking me in the eye and shaking her head. I stood, and as I did she handed me a miniature plastic jar of Vaseline from her purse. "I keep it for my lips, but it works beautifully on my bum, too," Bella said with a smile. I dug out a healthy finger-full and she gasped and giggled at the coolness as I spread it over her pucker. She talked dirty to me as I lubed us up.

"So how much of that cock are you gonna put in my ass, baby? All of it? Oh my goodness I don't know if I can take all of it...my tushie's reeeeeaaally tight. Do you promise to be nice and gentle with my ass? Go slow at first, but be sure to give me eeeevery inch that I can handle, baby. I wanna feel that cock waaaay up my butt. I want you to make me scream!"

Shaking with anticipation, I lined up my glistening cock with her tiny little rosebud, feeling the slippery, crinkled skin against my tip. She gasped little gasps, looking me in the eye and squeezing my arm as I pushed. She lay on the desk, her legs spread wide and back around her ears, while I stood over her. She looked into my eyes as I slowly pushed against her tight back door.

"Oh yes baby, I can feel it going in!" she moaned, shaking her head, "I can feel my little bottom opening up for you, bit...by bit...by bit....ohmygod here it comes...it's gonna go in right now!!...Uhhhh!...Nnnnggg!........Uhhh!!Jesus, there it goes! Ohhhhmygodohmygodohmygod..." she groaned as my cock popped past the second sphincter and slid smoothly and deeply up her tight teenage butt. She continued to look me in the eyes, but her brow furrowed her and jaw dropped, her fingers digging into my biceps as I leaned out over her, my cock continuing its exploration of her hind end.

"Oh...my...gaaawwwdddd..." she groaned, letting her head fall back onto the desk. Her hands released my arms and held her legs back instead. "Is that all of it?" Bella whimpered breathlessly. I nodded, lying. There was about one more inch to go. "Oh thank God..." she moaned. "I couldn't take another inch!" As she said that, I slowly pushed the last inch up her butt.

"Ohhhhhhhohohohoooo!! She cried, her back arching. "Fffffffffuck!! You lied, you fucker!" she said to me, a big, lustful smile on her face.

"Did you like that?" I asked.

"Ohhhh yesssss..." she hissed. "Now make me scream again. Take that big hard cock and fuck me!" I watched her face as I began to thrust, marveling how her expressions, moans, groans, screams and cries told of a thirst-driven mix of pain and pleasure. I slid out, then back in, over and over again, going from the tip to my balls with each and every stroke, making her feel every inch I had to give her. And feel it she did!

"Unnnngggg! Ohh my, that was a deep one!" she groaned, putting a hand on her abdomen. "I can feel you in my belly every time!"

I just moaned in response, lost in my own world of pleasure. Bella's ass was hotter and tighter than an excited virgin on prom night, and the last girl I did in the ass could only take half my dick. This girl was amazing! I began to thrust faster as my excitement mounted, but the length of my stroke kept me from really pounding her, which was a good thing. I didn't want to hurt such a delicate-looking little flower. But Bella had other ideas. She grabbed onto the edge of the desk and pulled her ass onto me, meeting my thrusts with her own. She screamed and swore, her face pinching up in a grimace of pain, but she only pushed harder!

"Oh!Oh!Oh! Yes, that's it! Fuck me! Slide that cock up my butt, oh yeah! Oh yes! Oh! Unnngg!!" 

Her big tits bounced and the desk shook as my cock rammed deep into her bowels, making her scream in pain and pleasure, and she loved every second of it. Our eyes were still locked as we fucked, my cock sliding back and forth, up and down in her ass, her tight sphincter nearly wringing the blood from my cock as it squeezed and milked me.

"Oh fuck! Oh fuck I'm gonna come!" she squealed. She could come just from getting fucked in the butt! I pushed faster and harder, and was rewarded with even louder and more frequent screams and squeals from Bella. "Ooo! Oooobaby I'm coming! Oh God don't stop! Don't stop fucking me! Ohhhh!...OH!OHHHH!OH!OH!OH!!!" 

Bella's body shook and writhed on my cock as she came, her rectum rippling around my cock, squeezing me again and again. I kept ramming my cock deep up her butt, over and over. I was right on the edge!

"Come in my ass!" she squealed. That did it. I roared with pleasure, grabbing her hips and pushing every millimeter of meat I could muster straight up her butt. She screamed and held onto my arms as my cock exploded into her rectum, spurt after spurt of come shooting deep into her ass.

"Aaahh!...Aahhhh!...Ahhhhh!!" I cried, moaning out each rope as I filled her bottom with semen. She wrapped her legs around me, holding me deep within her and looking up at my face with a wicked smile. I gasp and groaned as I felt her ass expertly milking my cock of every last drop of come. When she was finally satisfied that she had gotten it all, she released me, her tight hole pushing out my softened cock with a wet little slurp. I had come so deep that only a tiny little thread of pure white dripped from her tightly closed pucker and down one smooth, tanned cheek. She slowly sat up and stood on shaky legs and wrapped her arms over my shoulders. I kissed her breathlessly.

"That was amazing," she gasped.

"You're the best I've ever had," I added with a disbelieving chuckle.

"Likewise! *whew!*" she said, releasing me and turning to pick up her panties. As she bent over I could see my come between her buttocks where it had started to leak. She didn't even care, though, and pulled on her thong right on top of it. She turned to smile at me.

"That should hold it in there," she laughed. We talked as we dressed, and I found out that I was the first man she had anal sex with! The "other things" she did when she was alone happened to be fucking her own ass with a dildo. She hadn't let on that she was an anal virgin before so I wouldn't be scared off.

"Paid off in the end, didn't it?" she laughed, giving my crotch a squeeze. I gasped.




After Hours



"Oh my God..." was my only answer. She laughed again.

She drove me to her home and I met her family; a stereotypical Midwestern folk. I used the phone the next morning, and she drove me out to wait for the truck at my car. She turned to me as he drove up and started hooking up my car.

"Thank you for an amazing night," she said, smiling up at me. "My ass is going to be sore for a week!"

"The pleasure was all mine," I said, kissing her passionately.

"But just so you know," she said, giving me a wink and a lick of her lips, "If ever you decide to road-trip it home again from Cali, my booty will always be open for a pit stop."

I shivered. "See you next year," I said, hopping into the cab of the truck.

I never did see her again, but the memory of that one night and Bella's hot, tight ass will never fade!



After Hours



I enter the tall office block, and nod to the security guard as I make my way over to the lifts.  I call the lift and wait for it to arrive.

The doors slide open and I step inside and press the button for the floor I require.  The doors slide shut, and I look down at my dress and smooth it down with my hands.  I can feel the tops of my stockings as I slide my hands over my hips and thighs.  They have lacy tops that hold the stockings up, so there are no suspenders to ruin the line of my figure hugging dress.

The lift comes to a gentle halt and I step out. I smile politely at the people who are waiting outside the door, and they enter the lift behind me.  The doors close and I hear the lift set off down to the ground floor, and all is quiet.

It is late afternoon. Sunshine is still streaming in through the windows, as I walk along the corridor towards your office.

You are not expecting me. You do not even know I am in the city today. I reach your door and stand quietly looking in.

There you are at your computer, typing away and concentrating on the screen, not even aware of my presence in the room. 

Your hands hesitate over the keys, your head tilts to one side and I hear you breathe deeply through your nose.  As you begin to turn your head, I slide my hands over your eyes.

“Guess who?”  I breathe into your ear.

“Is it really you?”  You whisper in surprise.

I take hold of the back of your chair and turn you to face me.

“Hi, sweetheart.”  I smile into your astonished face.

You stand and take me into your arms.  You are lost for words as you hold me close, I can hear your breath catch in your throat, and I pull back to look into your eyes.

“I can’t believe it’s you… you are actually here.”

“I told you I would come.”  I replied with a smile.

“Oh hon, it’s so good to see you.”  You say, as you bury your face into my neck.  Your arms feel so good around me, and you smell divine.  Your lips against my neck start tiny kisses up to my mouth, and when finally our lips meet for the first time, I feel like I’ve come home.

We had known each other for months of chatting on line, getting to know each other, same silly sense of humor… I enjoyed your intelligence…. Now we were both alone. I saw no reason not to travel to your city. But here we were, together at last.

I felt like I was drowning in your kisses, heat coursing through my body. I pushed you back into your chair and reached to loosen your tie.  Slowly I undo the tie, and drop it on the floor.

Next I undo the buttons of your shirt…

“Shouldn’t we go somewhere more comfortable?” you ask.

“I can’t wait that long.”  I reply breathlessly, as I pull your shirt out of your trousers and pull my dress up so that I can sit astride you in your chair.

Your hands run up my stocking-clad legs, feeling the contrast between the lacy tops, and the soft skin of my thighs. I hear you moan gently, as I close my mouth over yours once more.

I feel your hardness through your trousers as I wriggle in your lap.  Your hand reaches to the zip at the back of my dress and I can feel you pull it down until my dress falls off my shoulders and my breasts are revealed to you.

With a groan, you bury your face in my cleavage and hungrily suckle on my nipples.  I am squirming in your lap now, and I reach for the waistband of your trousers and undo them.

Breathlessly I stand up letting my dress fall to the floor. I am not wearing panties and all I have left on are the stockings.  I pull you to your feet pushing down your trousers and briefs.  You sit back down and kick the clothing out of the way.

You erection is standing proud and tall, and I fall to my knees and worship it with my lips and tongue.  Your hands are gripping the arms of your chair -- knuckles white. I hear your groans of pleasure as I suck you deep into the heat of my mouth.

“Stand up!”  I hear you command, and I do your bidding.  You pull me towards you, while you lean forward and bury your face in my pussy; your tongue delving between my shaven lips, licking across my clit and driving me wild with desire.  

Soon I am crying out in pleasure, one hand at the back of your head, pushing you closer into me.  

I can’t wait any longer, and I push you back by your shoulders and lower my glistening wet pussy onto your cock.  Slowly lowering myself onto you, your cock filling me, deeper and deeper.

A moan escapes my lips, as I feel you deep inside me.  Your face, once again between my breasts, as I begin to slowly move up and down your length.

You feel incredible inside me, but the arms of your chair are making it difficult to move.  You can see my discomfort, and gently stop me and suggest we change positions.

You make me stand up, and my frustration is obvious, I need you now!

Your turn me round and bend me over your desk.  Then I feel you entering me from behind.

“Oh yes…. I love it like this…” Your hard cock fills me once again, and I begin to moan loudly.  I hear you kick the door shut.

“Not too loud hon… In case anyone hears…”

“I’ll try…” I whimper as I bit my hand, to try to hold back my sounds of passion.

Slowly at first, you push in and out of me, but it’s not long before you begin to move faster.

“Oh please… harder… fuck… me… harder…”

Your hands take hold of my hips and you begin to drive your cock hard into my soaking wet pussy. The sounds of our bodies slapping against each other can be heard along with my muffled moans.  Harder and faster you plunge into me.  I can feel another orgasm approaching, my body tensing in anticipation. As you pound into me, I hear you let out your breath as you cum deep inside me -- my pussy walls contract around your cock -- and I cry out my pleasure.

As our breathing starts to return to normal, I stand and turn to you for another long, lingering kiss.

“Oh hon, that was amazing….” You tell me between kisses.

“You were pretty amazing yourself.”  I grin and gently bite your lip.  “Now, I am starving, are you going to take me out to dinner or what?”



After Hours



It was as quiet as death in there. Library smells of old books and all too serious people overpowered me, so I pressed my nose into the crease of the magazine I was flipping and sucked up the dark floral scent of the perfume they wanted you to believe all the supermodels wore. It was all right—-something you'd wear if you were on a date with somebody classy, or maybe on a job interview. Christ. I thought about buying a bottle of the stuff. Another week of ssh-ing and shelving and the freaking Dewey Decimal system and I was going to need to look for a new job. 

College students are assholes. They screw in the study carrels. They have pizzas delivered to the quiet rooms. They leave unending piles of balled-up paper in every corner, on every desk—anywhere but the trashcans we set out every thirty feet. Sometimes I think I'm going to just set the place on fire one day and be done with it.

It was during exams, and I was about to have the fuck that changed my life. I was covering for the little sophomore girl Kelly so she could study for a final that, I wanted to tell her, wasn't going to make a shit's worth of difference in her life. I had just flipped to an article entitled "My Kinky Affair," when that new art professor all the students are drooling over walked in. He's real good-looking, kind of a Mediterranean thing going, with flowing black hair and a tan in December. What was an art professor doing in the library?

I turned on the bitch switch. It's how you have to be with the faculty or they walk all over you. He sauntered right up, leaned on the circulation desk, and asked me if I could tell him where all the gorgeous women were shelved. Then he flashed me a smile so white I thought I was going to pass out.

"Up your ass," I said, ‘cause that's just how I am.

I pressed the intercom button and talked into the little box on the wall. "Closing in five minutes, folks. Gather up your crap and get the hell out. I've got a life."

It was a quarter after twelve when I finally shooed the last student out. I was alone, and I liked it. Took a minute to just stand there and take in how there were no cell-phones ringing, no sniffles, no fraternity morons trying to pull up porn on the card catalog computers. I could have dropkicked a freshman and heard it drop.

I had set the alarm and was getting my keys out of my purse when I heard footsteps on the lobby stairs. The art professor appeared.

"You are an extremely rude circulation desk attendant," he said. 

I was pissed. Don't fuck with a person when their shift's just ended. Where had he even been hiding? I'd checked every floor to make sure no one was trying to spend the night. Sometimes the kids did that during exams.

"That's Mistress Rude Circulation Desk Attendant to you," I said. 

Don't misunderstand me. I think the faculty at this school is a bunch of assholes. Even worse than the students. But I don't pass on the hot ones that come on to me. What am I waiting for, a knight in freaking shining armour? I wanted the guy from the second he leaned on my counter and arrogantly flirted with me. 

"Well, since there's no manager to report you to, I think I'll just have to redden your bottom," he said. He looked serious.

Why not, I thought. I crooked my finger at him, and he followed me to the back of the library. Back there we have a listening room where all the music major geeks hang out all day, mentally beating off to Mozart and Beethoven. There's a couch and a table and a killer sound system that these kids don't even begin to appreciate. So I unlocked the room. Once we were inside I unplugged the headsets and tuned the stereo to the R&B station. He made himself comfortable on the couch. 

"Take off your clothes," he said, resting his arms across the back of the couch. His hard-on was ready-made, tenting the fly of his linen pants.

To the sound of a whining sax, I peeled down to my bra and panties. I was glad I matched that day in my lavender-with-gold-piping Victoria's Secret set. Sexy if I did say so myself. Sometimes I wake up with that feeling, you know, the one where it suddenly matters what you throw on. Maybe I'll meet somebody, you think, or I'll get in a car wreck and the cute emergency room intern will have to strip me to save my life. The places my mind goes, I swear…

When he told me to, I came to him. He ran his hands over my stomach, my hips, my breasts—really got my skin tingling. He even tongued my belly button, which drives me crazy because guys hardly ever do that kind of thing. He ended his caress by grasping my mound and gently massaging me down there, nice and slow, until the floodgates opened. I felt myself liquefying from deep inside. I tried to push his fingers lower, get them inside my panties, but he told me to have patience; he would get there soon.

"Now," he said, indicating his lap.

I lay down across his thighs, careful of his hard-on, and he prepared me by sensually, greedily rubbing my ass cheeks. He pushed the edges of my panties into my crack and kneaded my exposed skin like dough, occasionally spreading my cheeks and pressing them back together.

"I love a beautiful ass," he said.

The first blow hurt; the sting on my bare skin was almost too much. But that was what we were there for. I owed him this because of my lip before. I push it with people sometimes, I know that. But look where it gets me! The guy was prettier than me.

"You were very, very rude to me before," he said, whaling on my ass like it owed him money. His hands were broad and thick—perfect paddles, each one taking in an entire ass cheek with each whack. "Are you sorry?"

"No!" I said, because I wasn't. "I'm not sorry."

The beating intensified. He seemed to get angry with me, or maybe it just was part of the game; he quickened his pace, alternated hands, and after several minutes my ass was burning; but more importantly, my cunt was dripping, dying for such a working-over by that cock straining against the fabric of his pants, brushing against me.

"Do you at least take back that Mistress comment?" he asked. "Because I'm in control here."

"Yes, yes, I take it back!" I said, as he leveled the hardest blow yet on my poor stinging ass. I liked the domination. I liked him dominating me.

He stopped beating me and unfastened his pants. A meaty cock with a large ballsack appeared.

"Get up," he ordered.

I climbed off his lap, and he fished in his pocket until he produced a pocket knife that looked very, very sharp. I backed away. I've gotten in some bad situations before; nothing that changed my life, but a girl has to be careful, especially with these academic types. They sometimes want the weirdest stuff of all.

"Don't be afraid," he said. "I'm not going to cut you."

He slid the blade under the fabric of my bra, right between my breasts, and sliced it. The cups snapped away. Then he did the same with my panties, cutting the seam along my hips so that the material fell limp and useless on the ground. I shed my ruined bra as he slid out of his pants. His lower half was almost completely hairless—golden skin, and that thick, smooth cock poking right out in front. He reached for me, and I came.

"You have got the most gorgeous tits," he said, pressing his face in between them. 

I felt his tongue at my nipples, then his lips approaching to suck. I was like a mother, giving him life. But the teeth closing on them, jerking them into hardness—there was nothing childlike about that. He sat me astride him, his cock just behind me. I could feel it against my ass. Reaching back, I caressed the hard balls in their soft sack, running my fingers over them until his head fell back against the couch pillows. I wondered if this guy's students knew he liked to have his balls tickled?

"Tell me what you want," he said, pushing me off his lap. "What you want me to do to you. I want to hear your fantasy." 

He bent me over the edge of the table and, crouching behind me, spread my ass wide. His tongue was a fat worm, working its way over both my holes. He teased me, making me wonder where he would enter me. 

"Talk," he said. Then his tongue plunged into my cunt.

I could hardly string words into sentences; he moved so fast inside me, his tongue slipping out ever so often to bathe my clit. Cream poured out of me. I could hear it making a lapping sound as he licked and sucked. When his finger entered my asshole, I was down to monosyllables.

"Tie me up," I said. "Tie me up and fuck me half to death."

And just like that the tongue left me, the finger de-inserted itself. He wandered bottomless, his great meaty cock aiming straight out like some kind of fleshy locating device, into the library where during the day swarms of eager beaver students descended on me, unable to please their professors without my help. Only tonight it was me that would please the faculty—with no help from anyone. Just me, my hands, my lips and my cunt, which I was about to swallow him up with.

I waited, my pussy dripping and throbbing for him. The ghost of his tongue still graced my clit, and it was lifetimes before he returned with a length of white rope, his lips still shining with my wet.

"Where'd you get that?" I asked.

"Maintenance closet," he said. "You guys don't lock it. You don't lock half the doors in this place."

He'd made love in the library before. I suddenly knew that. But so had I! How had we not crossed paths before?

"Follow me," he said.

I followed him naked, taking in the scent of my own arousal as I moved. I was wet all down the inside of my thighs and as far back as my ass. We ended up on the stairs in the front lobby. He had me throw my left leg over the thick wooden banister and lean forward on it, supporting my weight on my right leg. Then he lashed my trunk to the banister. He tied my left leg by the ankle to one of the vertical slats in the railing.

"Now your hands, please," he said.

I placed my wrists together behind my back, and he sliced off a short length of rope to bind them with. My only free part other than the leg I was standing on was my neck, but he soon took care of that. 

He used the last bit of rope around my neck, which he secured as tightly as would still allow me to breathe. I was trussed up like a Thanksgiving turkey with my ass turned up for all the world to see, and the meatiest cock I'd ever had was pressing into my wide-open pussy.

He went crazy inside me, taking advantage of the fact that I couldn't move or respond or stop him from doing anything he wanted to. The railing shook. He seemed to get off on the fact that I was his prisoner. He spoke to me like a captive whore.

"Bitch likes this shit, doesn't she?" he said, pounding into me while grasping a fistful of my hair. He went balls-deep over and over, slapping his hips against my ass. "You want some more of this cock? I'll give it to you. Got plenty of cock for you, slut."

His pole was long as well as thick. Every now and then he would tease me by slowing his strokes and leisurely taking his cock out to just the tip, making me think he was done. When I whimpered, not ready for him to stop yet, he responded by shoving himself back in up to the root and reaming me good. 

"Yeah, you like this shit in you hard, don't you, baby? Never had anybody tie you up and fuck you like this, have you?"

He was a wild man, thrusting a wild fuck into me. I couldn't see him because I couldn't even lift my head, and this made it better. I had to shut my eyes to imagine him roughly entering my spread-eagled cunt with his smooth, slicked-down cock, throwing his body forward, and making himself breathless.

After a while he got bored with my pussy and shoved his dick in my ass. He felt even bigger in there, and I liked its feeling of spreading me open. He pumped hard, taking vengeance on my poor bottom for the second time that night. When I came, it was with the kind of orgasm you only have when you're tied to the library banister with the cock of a handsome art professor up your ass. It was incredible, like hurricane-whipped ocean waves pounding through me.

He left me tied up as he went back to the listening room for his pants. When he returned to the lobby, fully dressed, he thanked me for a good time and headed for the front door.

"Will the alarm go off if I open the door?" he asked.

I shook my head. He was going to leave me there. 

"Wait!" I said.

But he was gone—melted into the dark night. I stayed there until morning, veritably hog-tied with my sodden and hard-used ass and cunt on display for whoever walked in. And that was the circulation manager, my boss, who came in first thing and found me. I lost that job, of course, but an education I'd never expected would soon follow. I signed up for his nude figure drawing class that same day. 



After Hours



Leah Ann gagged as the thick black dildo was shoved against the back of her throat yet again. Her cries and grunts for air fell on deaf ears. The rubber cock shining with her drool continued to abuse her mouth at a rough pace.

Every muscle in her body screamed to hold the arch it had been forced into by the thick ropes that bound her backward across the bar. Her only comfort was the padding along the frontside partially supporting her upper back, just below her aching shoulders. Her arms and head hung off the front, resembling an inverted crucifix. The back of the bar met the bend behind her knees, her calves dangling, fastened somewhere below. 

The rough fiber holding her spread eagled bit into the tender skin of her wrists and ankles. A bit of slack at her ankles allowed her a bit of movement for her legs, but not enough to close them. She clenched her ass cheeks even harder, against the pain. It served to push her hips forward, raising her gently furred pussy higher. Her generous natural breasts shook, each light tan nipple pointing to the ceiling at it's own angle. She choked again, giving an involuntary jerk of her head. Her reward was a harsh pull from the cords that wound her long wavy hair into a tight inverted pony tail, tied to the foot rail of the bar. She fought for breath as it pulled out of her mouth, rudely pushing around her lips in a rapid circle. She knew in a moment it would renew it's assault on her throat. Spit dripped from the rubber and the corners of her mouth, mixing with her tears and sweat as it ran up her face. She thought for sure she was going to die.

Between hard thrusts of the awful tasting latex and gasps of fear tinged air, Leah Ann tried to dissociate herself from what was happening to her captive body.

It had been her night to close the bar. She was almost finished, giving the place one more look before calling it a night. It was long drive home. She knew if she didn't pee now, she'd regret it on the ride. On the way to the ladies' room, she cut off all the lights except for the ones hanging over the long, gently curved bar. They made small pools of light under them. Her purse, keys and coat waited in one of the pools.

While in the washroom, she thought she heard a sound. At first she shrugged it off, but then the thought of the back door crossed her mind. She had assumed it was locked, now she regretted not checking it herself. Very cautiously, she crept to the door of the women's room, opening it just a crack. It opened facing the back door. In the dim light, she could see the slide bolt in place. A huge sigh of relief escaped her, a breath she didn't realize she'd been holding. She stepped out, a split second later her world exploded in a flash of light and sparks.

A bruising jab just past her tonsils slapped Leah Ann back to reality. The dildo continued it's brutal mouth fucking. Her eyes went wide as it stopped deep in her throat. Even breathing through her nose was now impossible. There was a long drawn out moment, her eyes pleading silently with her upside down attacker. He returned it with an amused smile that never reached his dark eyes. Her world was beginning to turn grey. He let go of the dildo. 

She choked, nearly vomiting as it slid from her throat. Ragged sounds came from her as she gulped what now seemed sweet air. The light over the bar reflected off her sweaty body. He moved out of her field of vision. Her eyes darted from side to side, trying to find him. Terror rose even higher in her as heavy footsteps came closer.

He placed a large black leather bag, similar to a doctor's on the table directly in her inverted view. He pulled out a chair and sat, staring at her. Thinking. He leaned forward, his elbows on his knees. The chair creaked under his weight. Leah Ann could see now how big he really was, and powerfully built. Until now, she had seen only blurred glimpses of his black denim pants. Under different circumstances, she would have gone for him in a heartbeat. He looked into her eyes, almost questioning. The thought occurred to her that this was a game to him, that he was loving every second as much as she was hating it.

She knew it useless to beg him to stop. She had tried that when she first found herself tied naked to the bar. When she wouldn't be quiet, he introduced her mouth to the dildo. That had been about 15 minutes ago. To her, it seemed longer, much longer. The pain from her tightly strained body called her back again.

He stood, moving easily to the bar, again out of her sight. A moment later, she heard the jingle of keys. There was silence, and then the sound of a zipper. A long zipper. She realized he was looking through her purse. He walked back to his chair, getting comfortable as he opened her wallet, having an uninvited look inside her life. He sat forward, glancing up from time to time as he thumbed through the photos she kept. Somehow, she felt even more violated.

He finished and stood, moving back toward her. She heard her stuff being put back, and the zipper again as he closed it. He walked slowly back to the table. This time he didn't sit. He opened the black bag, glancing at her over his shoulder. A smile of sorts creased his rugged face as he withdrew a large white object. Leah Ann's went wide, recognizing it as a very powerful vibrator. This one didn't run on batteries, it plugged into the wall. He turned and stood, his eyes taking in every inch of her. He seemed pleased. He tapped the bulb shaped head into one palm. Leah Ann began to shake.

With a quick step, he moved from her sight. She could hear him behind the bar, looking for an outlet. She gave an inward sigh of relief when she heard him swear, and then laugh. She flinched as he set it directly next to her ear, the hard plastic casing rattling as it settled. The rope holding her hair yanked on her scalp, causing her to give a small yelp of pain.

Just that quick, he was back in front of her, dildo in hand. The look in his eyes told her she shouldn't make another sound. She didn't want that thing jammed down her throat again, especially after it had been on the floor. Her mouth snapped shut. He moved away, reaching back into the bag, coming out with a length of extension cord. He went off in search of an outlet. Her fear rose again with each of his returning footsteps. A small whimper escaped her as the tears started again.

She heard the vibrator move away. A second later there was a click and a low hum reached her ears. A second click, and it went off. It was set back on the bar. He took a step, the crotch of his pants directly in her face. One by one, he undid the snaps on the button fly. His hands moved away, a second later, they explored her body. His hands were rough on her smooth skin. They squeezed her tits, not as hard as she expected. His fingers found her nipples, rolling them into reluctant peaks. Small sparks ran to her pussy. She bit her lip, trying to ignore his expert touch.

His hands drifted across her stomach and thighs, pressing the bulge still behind his fly into her face. His male scent filled her nose. Her ass clenched again, pushing her hips forward. His fingers teased around her pussy, and then away. With horror, she realized she was on the verge of enjoying this. His hands slid up, and away. A moment later, she watched him pull out his semi-hard cock. It was larger than average, and thick. It looked strong. She groaned in fear, she knew what was coming next.

He brushed the head around her lips, giving her a taste of him. The head pushed past her lips, she knew better than to protest. If she bit him, he'd kill her. Of that she was certain. There was no question what she was supposed to do. She began to suck gently, he grew in her mouth.

Leah Ann's mind raced. She still felt she was going to be killed. If she fought, it would be worse for her. If she didn't, he would let her live until he finished, unless he was going to choke her to death with his cock as he came. She promised to herself that she would bite as hard as she could with her last breath. It was all she had.

His hardness, now full began to slide in and out of her mouth at a slow pace. He stopped just short of choking her. Another thought rose in her mind. If she did well, maybe he wouldn't kill her. Leah Ann knew she gave a good blowjob, she set herself to it.

She felt his hands at either side of her face, on her cheeks. A small deep sigh from him told her she was doing well. His hands moved again to her tits, his sliding cock picked up the pace. She relaxed her jaw, her tongue lapping at the head as it passed between her lips. A pinch on her nipples sent fresh sparks of unwanted pleasure through the haze of pain.

His cock slid in again, this time pressing deeper. She tilted her head farther back, in the only direction her bound hair would allow. With a surprise, she found she could still breathe through her nose as he eased past her gag reflex. His balls nudged against her nose, his scent flooded her. He pulled back and started again, letting her tongue play on the head before moving deeper into her mouth. This time she took him all. He slowly moved his hips, almost gently fucking her throat.

She was vaguely aware of a click and a hum, her attention on the large cock filling her face. A second later she jerked against her bonds as the first vibrations bit hard into her unprepared clit. She grunted around the hot flesh now pumping hard into her mouth. She pulled against the ropes holding her wrists and ankles, her ass cheeks clenching and unclenching in a desperate attempt to escape the relentless stimulation blasting her shreiking nub. 

Suddenly, it was gone, she gasped for air around him. Her body relaxed as best it could. Her vision swam, she was dizzy. Without warning, it was back, pressing harder than before. This time, her muffled screams sent vibrations of their own along his slick pole. Her body resumed it's dance of agony. Leah Ann thought for sure she was going to pass out.

Mercifully it was gone again, leaving her clit almost numb. His cock moved deep and held, making tiny thrusts at the back of her throat. Her breath whistled in and out of her nose between whimpers. The vibe bit her again. He rolled it in a circle over her rapidly swelling bud. Then it was gone.

She tried to pull her knees together, to protect her sex from the next onslaught she knew was coming. She only succeeded in sliding from side to side in the growing pool of her own sweat on the hard smooth surface of the bar. His hardness pushed deeper.

The vibe was back. She braced in anticpation of it's blast, but this time he held it against her with a gentle pressure. He'd push just a bit harder to make her squirm, and then away. As hard as she fought against it, it was beginning to feel good. The more he did it, the better it felt. On, press, away. And again. And again. Soon, she was rising to meet it.

With shame, she felt the stirrings of a climax gathering. On. Press. Away. If he would leave it for just a second longer, it would push her over an edge she was becoming very willing to jump from. He began rolling the soft head from side to side as he pressed. She groaned around him, her hips rising to press back into the soft tip and it's strong persuasion.

For Leah Ann, it went on forever, and not fast enough. On. Press. Roll. Away. With each pass, she moved closer. Her body had moved past the point of pain, she was aware only of the cock she sucked, and her slowly approaching release. On. Press. Roll. Away. She sucked harder, trying to coax him into more. On. Press. Roll. Away, in the same unhurried maddening sequence.

She was desperate to come. On. Press. Roll. Hold. The vibrations rolled through her, moans and groans escaping around his hardness. She clenched, on the edge. One more second.

Away. She pulled hard on the ropes, cutting into her skin. Her mouth worked furiously around him, he began to swell as his balls drew tight. He wasn't going to let her come until he did. Somehow, she worked even harder. On. Press. Roll. Hold. Hold. Hold.

She felt him jerk and twitch in her mouth, warm jets shot down her throat, she swallowed hard and fast, trying to keep up. His orgasm had distracted her from her own. The tip pressed hard into her, she screamed around him with her release. It didn't rip through her, it ripped her apart. She felt her own juices flowing and spurting from her spasming cunt. He pressed harder, drawing it out until there was no more left. She went limp.

Leah Ann came to slowly. Her body ached, her head still spun. She tried to move, only to find herself tied to a barstool. Her arms were pulled behind her, around the backrest of the stool. Her thighs were splayed wide, held in place by ropes around her ankles and knees. More of the coarse binding wrapped around her upper body, crossing her tits, holding them out from her body, and each other. A ball gag muted any sound from her mouth. The vibrator was taped to her thigh by several loops of electrical tape. The tip pressed firmly into her still sensitive clit.

He moved in front of Leah Ann, speaking to her for the first time.

"I know who you are. I know where you live."

He let that sink in, and continued. 

"I have your spare keys. I will come and go as I please, and do to you as I please, whenever I want."

He finished,

"You won't go to the cops. You've never felt anything like I've made you feel, and soon, you'll want more. I will show you pain and pleasure you never thought possible, but you have to earn it first. I'm going to leave now. When they come to open up in a few hours, this is how they will find you."

He bent, and clicked the vibrator on. She arched, it was too much, too soon. Her cries were muffled by the gag. He shut it off. She slumped. He clicked it again, this time to the 'High' setting. Her eyes bugged, she screamed from behind the ball. He left.

She eyed the clock, it would be hours before anyone showed up. A few minutes later, the first orgasm blasted her. It passed. She could only imagine her humiliation at being seen like this, yet praying it would stop. She bit hard into the gag as her next climax forced itself through her. She didn't remember much after that.



After Hours



She was nothing like I expected – but there again I hadn't known really what to expect. I'd only spoken to her a few times, and even then the calls always seemed to be when I'd been driving, with poor reception on my mobile phone. So, I hadn't even been able to guess what she might be like from her voice. But as soon as I saw the slender, beautiful lady crossing the room towards me, I knew that it was her. And now, as she was stood in front of me, my mouth felt dry – and my trousers uncomfortably tight.

"Hi, I'm Alexandra – but please call me Alex."

Her voice was soft, almost seductive, but very firm and strong. She was only a few inches shorter than my six feet, although I could make out her stiletto heels at the base of her long shapely legs. She was maybe around thirty, a few years younger than me, but looked younger still. I realised that I was staring. She was dressed in a black skirt and jacket, with a white blouse, looking so demure, so professional – and incredibly sexy.

"Dave," I croaked as I tried to introduce myself, my mouth still dry. "Sorry," I muttered after clearing my throat, "Dave."

Her hand was warm, her skin soft, her grip firm. I felt sure my hand was tingling as I held hers. She raised an eyebrow, a smile crossing her face. I released her hand quickly, realising that I'd been holding on for too long, unable to drag my eyes away from her. But even as our hands dropped, I'm sure something passed between us. Another smile crossed her face, her tongue flicking around her red lips.

"Shall we?" she said, nodding towards were our mutual client waited.

We sat down quickly, and got down to business. Alex was the solicitor representing Andy, a client of mine – I'm an accountant - who had had an accident, and was trying to claim damages. Today we were to agree those damages with the other side.

We talked for a while, but I was totally distracted by Alex – and she knew it. I was distracted by the way she moved, by the way her firm breasts in her silky bra pressed against her white blouse, by the way she flicked her long black hair back, by the way she pushed her black framed glasses onto the top of her head, by the way her red lipstick shone on her wide, very kissable mouth. And I was distracted by the rings – or lack of them – on her fingers.

Our case was called, and we all stood up quickly. Alex stretched, her jacket hanging open as her breasts pressed against her blouse. For a fleeting second, I was all too conscious of the dark shadow of her nipples. I felt my cock lurch, but then she was tidying her blouse up and straightening her skirt. She buttoned her jacket up. It fitted her perfectly, hugging her soft breasts, following the shape of her body at her narrow waist, flaring back out onto her hips. She smiled at me.

Andy nudged me, a wide grin on his face as he watched me watching her, as we followed Alex. I tried to concentrate on the case as we walked the few yards to the courtroom, but somehow my eyes could only follow the swing of Alex's hips, the shape of her long, nylon clad legs beneath her well fitted, knee length skirt, her firm ass.

I shook my head and took my seat beside Alex, all too aware of her warmth beside me. The court rose – and suddenly she was forgotten, as all my professional instincts took over.

Two hours later it was all over. Andy let out a loud yell as everything swung in our – in his – favour. We were all on our feet, laughing as the tension of the last few months evaporated. Alex was hugging Andy. She turned to me, a wide grin on her face. She threw her arms around me for a celebratory hug. I held her tight, too tight. I was all too aware of her soft curves even through our jackets, of her breasts against me, of the smell of her. She pulled away, startled, and it was only then that I realised how hard I was.

I swore under my breath, cursing myself as she turned to slip her papers back into her briefcase. I did the same, my face glowing red at the thought of what had happened. Andy was oblivious to all this, anxious to get away, to be with his family. He thanked us both, and then was gone, calling back over his shoulder that he'd ring us.

We both picked up our briefcases. I followed her out of the court room, distracted again by her slim but curvy body, by her beautifully fitted clothes, even though I knew I'd blown it. She stopped, and turned slowly. A delicious smile crossed her face as she openly looked me up and down.

"A drink to celebrate?" she asked.

I thought I'd misheard her at first – but ten minutes later we'd dropped our briefcases off at our cars, and were sat in a half empty Wine bar with an open bottle of champagne between us. An hour later, we were well into our second bottle – and both knew exactly were our evening was heading.

By now, the Wine bar was getting noisy as it filled up with usual Friday evening type crowd. But we were oblivious to it, sat at a small round table, talking quietly about everything under the sun, our faces inches apart, almost teasing each other by not saying what was really on our minds.

Our legs were touching. I felt Alex move, my knee slipping between her thighs. She squeezed my leg between hers, the heat of her surging up my thighs to my cock. She sat back in the chair, her breasts taut against her blouse. This time there was no mistaking the darkness of her nipples. She finished her drink and smiled at me. A delicious, welcoming smile, that left nothing to the imagination. 

We stood up quickly, and grabbed our jackets off the back of our chairs. I pulled mine on, and then helped Alex into hers, savouring the smell, the closeness of her as I stood behind her. We moved quickly now, grabbing a taxi outside the Wine bar, neither of us wanting to drive. Alex gave the driver her address. It was only five minutes away, but even so she slid across the seat towards me. 

I reached out to her, wanting to pull her to me. But she had other ideas, and quickly straddled my lap, her knees each side of my legs. Her skirt rode up, and I caught a tantalising glimpse of her soft thighs above her stockings. Her breasts were firm against me as I pulled her close. Her tongue flicked slowly across my lips, and then slipped between them to plunge into my mouth. The taxi echoed to our moans as we kissed, as our hands moved around each other.

Our kiss was only broken by the driver coughing politely as we pulled outside Alex's apartment. We scrambled out of the car, anxious to be alone. I gave the driver too much money, just catching his amused grin as I followed Alex. She led me through the security gate of what had clearly once been a small warehouse, now converted into apartments. I watched as she opened the door to her ground floor apartment, and stumbled inside. 

I kicked the door shut behind us as I pulled her to me, hungry to feel her close to me. She wrapped her arms around my neck as I dipped my head to meet her. Our lips met softly, then more urgently as our tongues slid and flicked across each other, before exploring slowly. I slid my hands down her narrow back, pulling her to me. We moaned as we kissed, as our bodies pressed against each other, her breasts firm against my chest, my growing cock against her mound and belly. 

We broke apart, gasping for breath, our eyes locked. She glanced down at the bulge in my trousers, and then grabbed my hand. As she led me along a short hallway, I glanced around at the apartment for the first time. There was a bathroom off to the left, and a bedroom – with a huge bed – to the right. She led me into the lounge, with a kitchen area off to the left.

We crossed over to the huge "L" shaped settee that dominated the room. We sank down into it slowly. I pulled her to me, sliding my hand inside her jacket to rub and caress her back as we kissed, slowly at first. But as the urgency of our kisses returned, she pulled away from me.

"Give me a moment ...."

Her voice trailed away as she stood up and headed back towards the bedroom. I slipped my jacket off and loosened my tie, looking around the room at the modern furnishings, and the bright pictures on the plainly decorated walls.

She came back a few moments later, just as I sat back down. The suit and blouse were gone, replaced by a cream silk gown. She had let her long black hair down so that it hung around her shoulders. She twirled around in front of me. As she stopped, I reached out and tugged at the belt that held the gown together, pulling it slowly. Once it was undone, I let go, and watched as the two sides of her gown split apart.

Alex stepped back as I watched the silky gown slide off her shoulders, down her arms and into a shimmering pool around her feet. I stared at her, drinking in her slim, well toned body. Her breasts filled her lacy pink bra, her dark, hard nipples clearly visible, begging for attention. Her belly was flat, her waist narrow before flaring out onto the swell of her hips. Her long, shapely legs were clad in black stockings. These were held up by a sort of see through mini skirt, which clung tightly to her. It was short, very short, and of the same material as her bra. I could make out a hint of her pussy. She turned slowly. Her tight ass was naked under the skirt that barely covered it.

She turned back to me, reaching forward to run her hand lightly over the iron hard bulge of my cock. Her eyes smiled as she spoke huskily.

"You like what you see then ....." she murmured as she straddled my lap again, and pressed herself down hard onto my cock as she thrust her tongue deep into my mouth. 

We kissed urgently, her arms around my neck as I ran my hands over her body. I felt her soft thighs under my hands before moving onto the swell of her hips. I held her tight, pulling her down onto my cock as she ground herself against me, gasping into my mouth as we kissed, as our hunger rose. I cupped the taut globes of her ass, before running my hands up her narrow back.

As I undid her bra, she broke our kiss and both sat back a little, her breasts rising with her heavy breathing. Her bra fell away. I moaned as her breasts sprang free in front of me. They were firm and rounded, larger than I had imagined, her nipples dark and puckered. I leant forward and flicked my tongue across one nipple, feeling it rising under my touch. She moaned, and pulled my head to her.

I sucked harder, flicking her swelling nipple with my tongue as I drew more of her into my mouth. I reached for her other breast, cupping her before pinching her nipple softly, then harder as she urged me on, grinding herself down against my cock. Her moans filled the room as her breathing got harsher, as she pushed down harder against me. With a gasp, she pulled away. Her nipples were swollen now, jutting out from her breasts.

Alex stood up and grabbed my hand. I followed her rocking ass towards the bedroom, my cock long and hard, begging for release. She dragged my tie off and threw it to one side. We undid my shirt between us, a button flying off in our haste. As I dragged my shirt down my arms she sucked and bit my nipples, her hands reaching to undo my trousers.

Leaving me to finish undoing them, she crossed to the bed, crawling onto the end, looking over her shoulder at me. Her breasts swung free beneath her body, her naked ass pointing towards me. I dragged the rest of my clothes off and stood naked, my cock swaying thick and hard in front of me. She gasped as she saw my cock, her eyes roving over my strong, muscular body. I silently gave thanks for all the time I'd spent in the gym lately, as I moved the few feet to the bed.

As I moved behind her, Alex arched her back, pointing her pert ass directly at me. As her tight rosebud winked back at me, I knew I wanted her there as well as everywhere else. I leant over her, sliding my tongue down the crack of her ass, tickling her tight entrance as she wriggled against me. I reached under her, feeling her firm breasts filling my hands as I licked and kissed her ass.

She moved away from me and rolled onto her back. She drew her knees up, and this time it was my turn to gasp as she let her legs fall apart. She was totally naked, her plump, white pubic mound split only by the pink, wetness of her pussy lips. As I watched, she reached down and slowly drew a finger along her wet slit. With her eyes locked on mine, she sucked her finger, tasting her own juices.

With a cry, I dropped my head between her firm thighs and licked along her pussy, flicking her hard little clit, reaching down to her ass. She pushed against me, rubbing herself against my tongue. I felt her reaching out for my cock, pulling me as she cupped my heavy balls. I cried out as she twisted her own body and sucked me into her wet, warm mouth. Moments later, she moved away from me, and quickly pushed me onto my back, her movements needy, demanding. 

Straddling me, she reached for my cock, holding it upright as she rubbed the tip against her pussy. Her eyes, glazed with lust, were locked on mine again. She dropped her body down, both of us crying out as my cock drove into her body. She pushed down hard, taking my cock deep inside her. For a second she held still, my cock buried deep, her pussy wrapped around me.

Then she moved, slowly at first, but then faster and harder as she bounced up and down on my cock. She reached for her breasts, pulling at her own nipples, cupping her breasts in her hands. I held her hips, pushing my cock up inside her, matching her movements. Her pussy pulsed around me as her orgasm built. She threw back her head, her mouth open, her breasts thrust upwards.

I reached for them as she put her hands back on my thighs. She cried out as I caressed her breasts and nipples, softly then harder, driving my cock deep inside her, driving her on towards her climax. She cried out as she came, as her wetness flooded from her, as her orgasm ripped through her body.

I pulled her to me. We kissed frantically as I fucked her harder, her swollen nipples pressed against me. I drove into her, fucking her through her climax, prolonging it. I reached around her to finger her ass, slipping a finger inside her as she bucked against me, as my cum erupted inside her. Our cries as we came were muffled, our mouths locked together, her tongue fucking me as my cock fucked her. 

We slumped together, gasping for breath, laughing at our release. We slowly rolled apart, my cock slipping out of her. We lay side by side, quiet for a moment, both knowing that there was more, much more, to come.

I rolled onto my side and watched Alex as she got up off the bed and crossed the room. I watched her ass, encased only in her see through lingerie, rocking from side to side. She was back a few minutes later with two glasses of wine.

I lay beside her on my side as we chatted quietly, sipping our wine. Once my glass was empty, I reached over her to put it down on the bedside table. Lying back beside her, I stroked her legs as we talked, my fingers wandering up and down the length of them. I could feel my cock reacting to her body so close to mine, to her soft panting as my fingers rode up higher, as they ran along the soft flesh on the inside of her thighs.

As she reached across to put her glass down, I knelt up so that we ended up facing each other. She glanced down at my rapidly hardening cock, and reached for me, sliding her hand slowly along my shaft.

I reached for her breasts, cupping them in my hands, feeling their firmness, their beauty. I rubbed each nipple gently with my thumbs, feeling them pucker and tighten under my touch. Alex moaned softly, and then more loudly as I took each nipple and rolled it softly between my thumb and finger. I dipped my head, and took her left nipple into my mouth, kissing it softly, rubbing it gently with my tongue. I sucked harder, taking more of her into my mouth, and gradually eased her down so that we were both lying on the bed again.

I reached for her other breast, caressing it. She held my head in both hands, pressing it tighter to her, urging me to suck harder on her nipple. She pushed my head across to her other breast, begging for the same treatment. I kissed and licked between her breasts, all around her breasts, moving from one engorged nipple to the other, sucking them softly and then harder, teasing her, pleasuring her.

I ran my hand over her slim midriff, pausing to tickle her belly button. I cupped her naked mound, savouring the feel of her total smoothness against me. I ran a finger lightly down her pussy, feeling her wetness. She opened her legs wider, moaning at the attention she was getting, the attention she was wanting, demanding. I rubbed her clit softly, then harder, in a circular motion. Her whole body was writhing beneath me, my hand on her pussy, my mouth on her breasts.

She cried out as her orgasm hit her. Her body froze momentarily, then her back arched, and she cried out again. I moved to kiss her hard on the mouth, our tongues intertwined. I slid a finger deep into her pussy, fucking her, feeling her hot wetness, taking her over the edge again.

She pulled me tight to her, laughing at the suddenness, the urgency, of her release. We rolled over, so that she was spread eagled on top of me. We kissed, and laughed some more. 

"Now it's your turn," she warned me, thrusting her tongue into my mouth again.

We kissed some more, before she slowly started to slide down my body. She kissed around my neck, and under by chin, and onto my chest – soft, delicate kisses that sent a tingle through me. She moved further down, all the time keeping her breasts and hard nipples firmly against me. She licked my nipples, then bit them hard, and then kissed and sucked them better as I cried out.

She moved down to my stomach, kissing me as she went. My cock slid between her breasts as she got lower. She dipped her head, and gently licked the tip of my cock. Her tongue poked at the eye, flicking away my pre-cum.

Alex slid lower still, taking the head of my cock, and then much of my length, into her warm mouth. She sucked on me, and licked me, and then teasingly started to slide back up my body. She rolled across and lay at my side, reaching for my cock. She held me in her hand, gently stroking me up and down. We kissed deeply, passionately. Her strokes became firmer, faster. My breathing became harsher, as I thrust against her hand movements. She moved, and knelt over me, her hands never stopping. With a cry I came, my cum shooting out in an arc, splattering on her breasts.

She squeezed my cock between her breasts, into the sexy valley between them made wet and slippery by my cum. She pumped me harder, ensuring that she took all I had to offer. Finally, she leaned over and sucked on me, drawing out the last drops of cum.

She lay back down beside me, my cum dribbling between her breasts. I leant over and licked her breasts, tasting my cum on them. I drew some cum onto my tongue, and then kissed her again, sharing the taste. She reached for my cock. I was still half hard. She seemed determined to improve on that. I reached for her – cupping her breasts in my hands, and then teasing her erect nipples.

I slid my hand back down her body, while taking her nipples into my mouth, sucking on them, licking them, biting them. I reached down and teased her clit, then slipped first one, and then two, fingers inside her. She pushed her hips up to meet my fingers, urging me to do it harder. I thrust my fingers into her, sucking on her nipple at the same time. Our movements became more urgent as yet another orgasm shot through her. She arched her body, and pulled me tight to her, her pussy squeezing on my fingers, her hand gripping my already hard cock.

As she sank back down to the bed with a luxurious sigh, I kissed her mouth and sucked on her lower lip, before moving down the bed, to kneel at the end between her outstretched legs. I looked at her, taking in her beautiful sexiness as she stretched out before me, her body glistening slightly, her breasts still slightly flushed from her most recent orgasm. She flashed a gorgeous smile at me. I knew I just wanted more and more of her.




After Hours



Our eyes were locked together as I ran my hands under her firm bum, then back onto her thighs. I slowly undid the fastenings that held up her stockings. I eased each one down her long legs, before pulling the rest of her lingerie away from her body, leaving her naked in front of me. I looked down at her pussy, nestling between her legs. She pulled her legs up, and put her feet on my shoulders, exposing herself totally to me.

My cock reared up as she slid her hand over her belly and onto her pussy. She rubbed herself softly, her fingers slipping inside her hot pussy. She pulled them out and licked her juices from her fingers, her eyes locked on mine. I dragged my eyes away from hers and started to drink in the vision of her pussy before me.

Her pussy stood out as a white triangle surrounded by her suntanned flesh. The wet entrance to her body split her smooth, plump mound. Her clit stood out proudly, red and engorged from our lovemaking, standing out against the white flesh surrounding it. Her pussy lips were small; almost shy in the way they seemed to stay hidden. She pulled her knees back, exposing more. I looked down past her pussy, to the tight little entrance to her bum.

I ran my fingertip along the line of her slit, running it over her soft mound, over her clit, then down past her wet lips, right down to her bum. She moaned softly as I touched her, and then more loudly as I repeated this tantalising action, teasing and caressing her.

I leant forward and kissed her clit, a soft, gentle kiss. She pushed her hips up to me, wanting more, but I turned instead and kissed along the soft inside of her thigh. I licked and kissed my way down from the top of her thigh, to her knee, soft, wet, teasing kisses.

I worked my way back up, flicking my tongue across her clit before moving onto her other leg. I gently nibbled on the soft flesh of her thigh, feeling her legs pressing against me, her hips moving, her hand entwined in my hair, urging me back towards her pussy.

I slipped by arms around her legs and under her bum, pulling her to my mouth as I pushed my tongue inside her hot entrance. She cried out as I fucked her wet pussy, pushing my tongue as deep into her as I could reach. 

She cried out again as I sucked on her clit, caressing it with my tongue, sucking hard on her gorgeous nub of tasty flesh. And she cried out again as I ran my tongue along her pussy, over her clit, into her again, over her lips, sucking them into my mouth, and down to her puckered little hole.

I kissed and sucked and tormented her, teasing her body as her orgasm built up inside her. Looking up, I could see the muscles of her belly rippling as her body juddered, as pleasure poured through her. She grabbed my hair, and pulled me to her, arching her hips up to grind her pussy against my mouth and tongue. Her juices were pouring from her. I held her tight, my tongue inside her, licking and sucking her. Her juices flowed into my mouth, and down my chin.

With a scream she came, her orgasm pulsing through her, her pussy throbbing against me. She held me tight to her, so I kissed her and licked her, tasting her cum. Her cries echoed around the room as her climax crashed through her body, as she held by head tight to her, forcing herself onto my mouth and tongue.

She cried out urgently.

"Fuck me."

I knelt back up and held her hips, pulling her towards me. My cock was rigid, longer and harder than I think I'd ever been before, the head red and hot with lust. I let my cock run over her pussy, the length of me sliding along her slit, before letting the head slip inside her. Her pussy was tight, holding my cock head hard. I could feel the blood pulsing through her.

She pushed her hips higher, urging more of me into her. I pushed against her, letting her pull the full length of my hard shaft into her tight, wet body. Her pussy throbbed against me as I rested my cock deep inside her, as her pussy moulded itself aground every contour of my cock. I pulled out slowly, until just the head of my cock was inside her. I slipped back into her, then out, gradually speeding up my movements, our movements, as she pushed back against me.

Any teasing quickly changed to lust as our actions became more urgent, more demanding, and more wanton. I fucked her harder, holding her by the hips, my cock driving deeper and deeper into her pussy with each thrust, my balls slapping against her ass. I could feel the cum boiling in my balls, threatening to erupt out of my cock. As I cried out, she shouted out urgently.

"I'm cumming ... fuck me..... harder ......."

I slammed into her one more time, my balls tightened, and I flooded her with cum. I carried on pumping into her as my cum gushed out of my cock, jet after jet pouring into her. Floods of almost painful pleasure rushed through my body. She cried out as her orgasm hit her. I pulled her to me, driving my cock deep inside her one last time. I held her tight, feeling the exquisite throbbing of her pussy against my softening cock.

With a sigh of pure pleasure I collapsed on top of her, taking her in my arms, kissing her. We rolled onto our sides, and lay there holding each other, the length of our bodies touching, my cock still inside her as we drifted off to sleep.

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I started to wake up slowly, aware of the sunlight starting to filter into the room – and of Alex moving beside me. I rolled onto my back as memories of the previous night came flooding back. I smiled to myself – and then moaned softly as I felt her mouth, warm and wet, on my cock.

I reacted immediately, my cock starting to stretch out as Alex licked slowly along my shaft, almost purring to herself. I opened my eyes to find her looking straight at me, her tongue sliding wetly over my flesh. She licked slowly up my shaft again, then began to kiss her way up my body, her hair, her full, naked breasts, dragging over me as she started to kiss her way across my belly to my chest.

I reached for her as her tongue flicked across my nipples, one then the other. She kissed and sucked them in turn, making them hard, sucking them gently, then harder, before nipping and biting them. I cried out, catching her grin as she sucked them gently again, before sliding back down my body.

Fully awake now, I watched as she lifted my throbbing cock away from by body and held it upright. Her hand seemed tiny as she wrapped her fingers around my shaft and began stroking me slowly, my soft moans of pleasure matching the movement of her hand. She dipped her head and flicked her tongue across the tip of my cock before sucking me, taking me inch by inch deeper into her mouth. I groaned with pleasure as Alex sucked me harder, and then with disappointment as she let my cock fall back onto my belly.

I pushed up against her, wanting, needing, more, but sighing as I felt her wet tongue sliding along my shaft, upwards first, but then back down my length, then over my balls and beyond. I pulled my knees up and apart, exposing more. She repeated her movements, but this time more slowly, lingering at certain places, her tongue wet and sensual against me. Her eyes, bright and smiling, were still on mine as she held my cock flat against my belly and popped first one, and then the other, of my balls into her mouth, sucking on them, rolling them around her mouth, licking them.

Her tongue ran back up my length, my cock slipping back into her mouth. She sucked hard, drawing half of me into her. With one hand she wanked me slowly, complimenting her wet sucking. With her other hand she cupped and caressed my balls, squeezing them gently. Her movements became faster, all in time with each other, her sucking, her wanking, her squeezing.

All too quickly I started to feel the tension building in my balls, and with a groan I felt my cum rising. Alex speeded up her wet sucking as I thrust my hips up to meet her mouth, driving my cock deeper into her. She adjusted her hand to stop me going any deeper, all the time wanking and sucking. She gave my balls a final squeeze before slipping her hand lower, a finger probing at my ass.

She pushed a finger deep into me, and I cried out. My cum shot into her mouth, her lips clamped around me, her hand back on my balls to massage all my cream out of me. My cock throbbed as I came, her hand gently wanking me between her wet, red lips.

I slipped out of her mouth, but she still held me, stroking my still hard cock gently as she crawled up the bed to kiss me. Her tongue snaked into my mouth, bringing the taste, the feel, of my cum with it. Our tongues swirled together. I reached for her, holding her tight.

"Good morning ......" she whispered against my lips as we kissed, before slipping out of my arms.

I watched as she crossed the bedroom, loving the sight of her nakedness. She grabbed her silky gown off the back of the door and blew me a kiss over her shoulder as she left the room. I heard her in the bathroom, and then – a few minutes later - padding down the hall to the kitchen. I took my turn in the bathroom, and then followed her down to the kitchen, wrapping a towel around my waist as the smell of coffee got stronger.

Alex was stood making coffee, her back to me. She wriggled back against me for a moment as I moved close behind, her ass grinding against my cock. But then, as I reached around her, she pushed me away, nodding towards the breakfast bar where juice and toast awaited us.

"Later ..." she mouthed as she eased past me with the coffee pot.

We talked easily over a long, leisurely breakfast, sat side by side, our legs touching, very aware of each other. I watched Alex as she moved, the swell of her breasts pressing against the flimsy silk of her gown as she reached across for more coffee, my eyes following her when we were finished and she started to clear up.

I stood up, and cleared the rest of the things away. Alex was reaching up into a cupboard in the kitchen when I moved behind her. This time she didn't resist as I reached around her and slid my hands into her gown, cupping her breasts in my hands, feeling her nipples hardening at my touch. Alex sighed, and dropped her arms down. The weight, the firmness, of her breasts filled my hands. I rubbed her nipples with my thumbs as I buried my face in her neck, kissing and nibbling.

She turned around in my arms. We kissed, our lips crushed together, our tongues exploring easily. As we broke our kiss, I stepped back a little, and reached out to the belt of her gown. I tugged it slowly, savouring the moment, my eyes on hers. As the belt came undone, the sides of her gown dropped away from her body. My eyes drank in the deep valley between her partially covered breasts, her firm belly, the hint of her pussy. With a shrug of her shoulders, the gown slid down her body, and onto the floor.

Now Alex reached out to me, and tugged at the towel around my waist. Seconds later, it joined her gown on the floor, my cock rearing up, hard again. She reached for me, wrapping her hand around my shaft and pulling me to her. She held my cock as we kissed, as I ran my hands down her slender back and over her ass.

My cock was caught between us, pressing hard against her pussy. We moved together, our hips swaying as our bodies moved as one, my cock sliding along her wet slit and against her clit, her juices lubricating us both. I cupped her tight ass, pulling her to me, her nipples rock hard against my chest.

Her arms tightened around my neck and her groaning got louder as the first ripples of her climax started to build. I held her tighter, rubbing my cock against her mound as my fingers ran lightly down between her taut ass cheeks. She cried out as she came, as waves of pleasure washed through her.

"Quickly ..." she gasped.

I turned her around, my cock rigid in front of me. She arched her back, her wet, swollen pussy lips clearly visible between her soft thighs. I guided my cock into her, both of gasping as she pushed back onto me, as her pussy wrapped itself around me. I held her hips, my thumbs rubbing across the firm flesh of her cheeks as I held my cock deep inside her.

Alex let out a deep, satisfied sigh as I held my cock still for a moment. Then I started to fuck her slowly, gently, listening to the sound of her soft moans as my cock moved inside her. Alex reached down her body and rubbed her swollen clit softly, swirling her finger tip around the rubbery nub of flesh in little circles.

I began to fuck her harder as I felt the pressure of Alex rubbing herself, pressing her soft flesh against my cock as I glided in and out of her hot, wanton pussy. I felt her body changing under me as another climax built inside her. Reaching forward, I cupped her breasts, feeling them swaying, filling my hands, as I drove into her, her pussy wrapped around me.

I pulled one hand back and traced a finger tip lightly over her tight little hole as it winked at me. I rubbed harder, before quickly licking my finger to give it a little lubrication and pressing it even harder against her until my finger slid into her ass.

Alex froze, and then moaned, and then pushed back against my finger as it slipped in deeper. Alex cried out at the passion powering through her, from my cock and finger inside her, fucking her, from our hands on her breasts and clit. I could feel her rubbing her clit harder as I finger fucked her ass in time to my cock fucking her pussy, as I pinched and pulled on her swollen nipples.

I pulled my cock out of her aching pussy, resting it against her firm cheeks.

"Don't stop," she cried in alarm, her fingers quickly replacing my cock, her body tingling with desire, with lust.

I hesitated, my cock rubbing against her ass as I moved, my intention, my needs, obvious. Alex froze against me for a moment, aware of my cock, of where it was.

"Yes," she moaned, "Yes ... don't stop ... do it there ... fuck me there."

I stood still for a second, then pushed forwards, my cock pressing against Alex as she pushed backwards. My cock felt even harder as Alex moved to point her ass at me, at my cock. I pushed down, my cock head pushing at her tight hole. At first, nothing happened, but then with a "pop" I was inside her, the wetness of her pussy juice guiding the way. I stopped so that we could both get used to the sensation – Alex to my cock invading her, me to the velvety tightness of her. Then I eased deeper into her, taking my time. She gasped.

"Don't stop."

I pushed harder, pressing against her until my cock was buried inside her, my balls resting against her pussy. I held still, waiting for Alex. She wriggled her bum, pushing back.

"That feels soooooo good," she whispered, "Now fuck me."

I pulled out a little, and then pushed back into her, driving my cock deeper. My balls banged against her, slapping against her wet pussy, adding a new dimension to our pleasure. Alex reached down for her clit again, rubbing and caressing herself, her fingers slipping inside her pussy. It seemed that in no time we both went over the edge, crying out as powerful orgasms racked our bodies.

I pumped my thick cum into her, holding my cock inside her. Her juices rushed from her as she came. Reaching down further, Alex grabbed my balls and rubbed them against her pussy, making them as wet as she was.

I collapsed on top of her, exhausted, kissing her back and shoulders, holding her tight as our bodies shuddered. We stood up, my cock still buried inside her ass. Alex twisted her head around so that we could kiss – a totally fulfilled kiss. Slowly, I pulled away from her, my now soft cock slipping out of her. Alex turned around and sank into my arms, our legs weak with pleasure. I held her tight to me, kissing her softly.

Later, maybe only minutes later, Alex took my hand and led me the bathroom. I watched as she switched on the shower, and then stepped under the jets of warm water. She pushed her wet hair back, away from her face, the water cascading off her body as she pushed her breasts upwards. I joined her, taking her in my arms as we washed each other, some parts of us getting far more attention than others.

I stood naked, the water dripping off of me as I dried her, and then almost sighed with pleasure as she did the same for me. When we were finished we kissed again. As we parted, she spoke, her husky voice sending a tremor through me.

"I hope you haven't got anything planned for the weekend..." she murmured, her mouth inches from mine, her hand reaching downwards...



After Hours



I try so hard to be good, and usually I am, but let's face it—I have a sex drive so powerful it could run the city of Chicago for the next three months. Oftentimes, it takes me, not the other way around. I've been in so many positions, in so many beds and in so many places in the past, but let the past be the past. I've tried to start anew.

Rules for myself included: 1) no sex without a committed relationship. 2) no masturbating in the bathrooms at work (most accountants are so robotic that they don't need to use the crapper, it's a wonder I haven't gotten caught yet). 3) no more porn on my computer. 4) no cybersex. 5)nothing crazy crazy. 6) keep sex to inside the apartment. 7) don't wake up the neighbors.

These were a lot of rules for somebody like me, somebody who could easily go through a few orgasms over the course of the normal day. A great day for me would be wake-up sex before I make me and my partner from the night before a cup of coffee, then while I'm at work I go to the bathroom to jerk myself off—I won't if things are busy, but I will if things are slow. And the slower things get, the more "bathroom breaks" and "cigarette breaks" I take. And then there's whatever happens when I get home from work.

I wouldn't categorize myself as a sex addict, because I can go for a few days without any sex at all. You probably watch a lot of TV because you like to. Are you a TV addict? Is it the end of the world if you miss a night or two? Some people like food, some people like books, some people like smoking, some people like vacations, I happen to really, really like sex. I do not think that is a crime.

When I was in elementary school my classmates used to call me Glinda, based on my uncanny resemblance to Glinda the Good Witch from the Wizard of Oz. I have her strawberry blond curls (though recently I've taken the time every morning to blowdry my hair straight, it's what the fashion magazines are telling me to do) and I have her gait. I am, I will tell you, the cheeriest accountant you will ever meet. I practically hum when I do accounts payable. But when I'm in bed, I scream.

Anyway, this morning I felt good about my resolutions, good about sex and good about trying to clean up my life (my last few encounters had all been organized through internet sites, and let's just say I met some dreary people and was not at all happy with where they left me, emotionally speaking). For now, I'm me, and I have my fingers to do whatever somebody else can't.

That's what I was telling myself until around 12:15, just when I was about to leave the office with my friend Hannah for lunch. I got a call to my desk, from a phone number I didn't immediately recognize.

I picked up the phone. "Miranda Stallworth."

"Hey Miranda, it's Jared."

"Jared! How are you?" Jared is one of my good friends who would be best off as a contestant on Beauty and the Geek. He has glasses and a short, gelled haircut that absolutely makes him look every bit the software engineer that he is. "I'm great. Are you up for lunch?"

"Absolutely. Mind if my friend Hannah tags along?"

"No problem. Meet at Trio's?"

"Sounds good. Let me just ask her."

"Hannah," I call over to her. "Trio's? You'll be able to meet my friend Jared. He's a great guy."

"Sure thing," Hannah said. "Just don't set me up with him or anything, I don't need any more drama in my life right now."

I looked at her as if she were crazy. "It's just a lunch. Nothing more."

"Alright, whatever."

"Hey Jared," I said back into the phone. "Meet at Trio's as soon as you can get there."

***

The waitress was kind enough to find a table that was in a relatively quiet section of the restaurant, so that Hannah, Jared and I could talk more intimately. Hannah and Jared were delighted to learn that they had both graduated from Cornell in the same year and they were recounting all of the great times they had had as college students. I saw Jared's green eyes light up, the way I know they buzz whenever he has an orgasm. As for Hannah, she had just gotten out of a long relationship with a guy who, as from what it sounded like, didn't know anything in bed. Though I take Hannah as somewhat of a prude, I was surprised to see a shade of a black lace bra covering her ample breasts when she leant in to talk to Jared. This girl has a lot to give, I thought to myself.

"College was nuts," Jared said. "I was nuts."

"Nuts how?" Hannah asked.

"Let's just say that I was with girls left and right."

"Really?"

Jared flushed a shade of red. "Yeah... see.... I was walking down the hallway of my dorm once with a towel around my waist, straight out of a shower. One of my male friends thought it would be a great idea to yank the towel from my waist, to prove to himself and everyone around him that engineers didn't have anything down below. Let's just say that he—and a bunch of girls walking towards me—were very surprised at what they found under there, and word got around that God was kind to me when I was born. So a lot of girls banded together and decided that they wanted to... you know... experience me...test drive me, so to speak. I deflowered so many girls that way I can't even tell you."

Hannah giggled. "Are you.... Really... that.... Big?"

"I don't really have much of a basis of comparison—it's not like I go hunting to compare to other men and I've never measured myself.... But if what girls tell me is even half true... then I guess I am blessed."

Hannah turned red as a tomato. It was Jared's turn to laugh.

"It's okay, sweetheart... I'm used to it. And, apparently, I'm good with it too. Just ask your friend Miranda."

Hannah turned to me in shock. "You mean you've..."

"Had sex with Jared? Fuck yeah."

"But you guys never went out with each other. Or anything. Or maybe you did and you never told me about it."

I laughed and laughed. "Jared and I... we both like to have sex. And we like each other. And we like each other enough that we can have sex and we're okay that it doesn't amount to any romance. And that can be a problem, when we're in committed relationships."

"Oh my goodness," Hannah said. "That just sounds so weird to me."

"It's not, I promise you. If you like it, you get used to it. Jared and I know what each other are about."

"It's just so.... Untraditional, I guess."

"Maybe," Jared said. "But who's to say that tradition's any good?"

"And do you guys still...."

"Occasionally," I butted in. "We've been a bit slow on that lately. I just made a promise to myself to clean up my sex life, but now that I see you here, Jared, in the flesh, I might just have to change that."

"So happy to hear that, darling," Jared said.

"I hate to butt in," Hannah said, "but the next time you guys have plans with each other.... Maybe you can invite me along. Just to see what it's like, you know."

"Why certainly," Jared said. "We could always use a beautiful girl like you."

"Does tonight sound good?" Hannah asked.

"Awesome," I said.

"Perfect," Jared said.

***

Threesomes are my favorite. They tend to be fun and sweet, with everybody changing their tune every few minutes. And with two people to please, it's twice as hard, but so many more times rewarding once the job is done. What I love more than anything else is feeling not one, but two wedges of skin on me, each with their own feel, each doing their own thing. I was so excited for tonight that I skipped masturbating in the bathroom, lest it play with my performance.

I went home from work a little early so I could soak in the tub and pick out my outfit for that evening. I decided to go simple, with jeans, boots, and a deep v-neck top that clung to my torso like a second skin. I wanted to be sexy, but I didn't want to intimidate Hannah.

I rang Hannah's doorbell promptly at 8, and I greeted her with a bottle of wine. "Oh," she said, as she took the wine from me, "You really didn't need to bring that."

"Consider it my gift to you," I said.

Hannah was dressed in a kimono, her hair done in a bun. "I see we're not quite dressed the same way, I hope that's alright, "she said.

"Sure," I said. "It's no problem."

"And do you mind if I show you what I have on underneath....? I'm not sure it's appropriate."

"Go ahead, let me see."

Down came the kimono, and in front of me was the sexiest sight of my eyes. A lightning bolt sprung up from my pussy and went down to my toes and up to my ears. "That...." I said, gasping for air, "is the fucking sexiest thing I've seen a long time."

Hannah wore a camisole and boybriefs—black and cotton and relatively simple. Near her bust and on her shoulders, though, was just enough lace to accentuate the bones of her neck and the curves of her breasts. Her camisole ended short of her washboard stomach. Her underwear curved just up to her hips, and this time the lacing was not a frame, but instead covered her pussy. Hannah, as I was excited to see, was a tamed girl. She left enough hair for it to be natural, but it was obvious that she took care of herself quite well.

I dropped onto the couch.

"Come closer to me and let me see this underwear."

Hannah came closer to me, and I motioned her to sit on my lap. Hannah obliged—she straddled me, with her knees hugging my hips, and I touched the lace around her straps and her breasts. I felt her gasps of breath floating over my head as I touched the lace on her camisole and gently fondled her breasts.

"I have a treat for you. An appetizer. Stand up."

Hannah stood up, and her pussy was just inches from my nose. Without even taking her panties off, I stuck my nose in for a deep whiff. Having been with men for so long, I forgot the sour, wet, warm smell that is pussy in the making.

I slipped my index finger underneath the lace to touch each of her folds, to make sure that the heart I thought I heard beating had actually made it down there. It had, and it was intense, and getting faster by the minute. I put my hands on her hips and pulled her underwear down to her bare feet. She stepped out of them.

"You'll love this."

I put my hands on her butt cheeks and pulled her pot of gold in closer. I found her clit, small and tempestuous, and put my lips on it and started to suck on it along with her heartbeat. As her heartbeat went faster and faster, so did my sucking, and I made sure to do nothing else than suck. When I was satisfied with her hearbeat, I began sucking off beat, making sure she was never without sensation of some sort. Within a few minutes of this bliss her cunt started running like honey and her thighs started quivering.

"I'M GOING TO FALLLLLLLLL!" she screamed, before the most heavenly juices in the world squirted out of her clit, and she then promptly felt on top of me. She hugged me and giggled.

"I never thought a woman to give it to me like that," she said.

"Yeah, well this woman has had a lot of practice," I said.

At that moment, Jared opened the door to the apartment, and saw Hannah sprawled on me nude on her sofa. "Wow, I didn't know I was that late," he said.

"No, you're just in time," I said.

"So what just happened here?" he asked.

"My best orgasm in six months," Hannah said. "I might be out for the night after that."

Jared laughed. "What did my Miranda do to you?"

"She just sucked me. And sucked me so well. I felt like I was getting a blow job, that I was the luckiest person on the planet. And she has the softest, tenderest lips."

I used those lips to kiss Hannah on the cheek. Hannah responded by kissing me back on the mouth.

"Do you want to sit out a little while, Hannah? I could use some getting started, and maybe you could watch and join in when you feel ready."

"That sounds good. I'm just worried that Miranda won't be having as much fun as us."

Jared winked. "Miranda loves this stuff, and we love her. We'll save the best for last."

As Hannah moved over to my side, I got up and walked over to Jared, removing his coat and then his button-down shirt. He still had an undershirt on, but I didn't bother to take it off. I kissed and sucked and lashed my tongue on his cheek, his collarbone, and his neck while he used his hands to map out my back and fondle my breasts. All innocent, almost middle school-like, and when Jared softly giggled I got up, and he got up. After doing this so many times, we had each other's cues down like clockwork.

I took off his undershirt, and then undid his belt and threw it to the side. "Don't do that," Jared said. "We may want that for later."

"Then we'll just have to get it later," I said.

I pulled down his pants, and toyed with the elastic band around his Polo boxers before I pulled that down, and there was a good foot long of manhood awaiting me.

"See?" I looked over at Hannah. "It really is quite big."

"You say quite big like you've seen bigger," Jared said.

"I have," I said. "But they're not as nice-looking as yours. Yours is not the biggest, but the best."

"The best?"

"It knows how to treat a woman right."

"You act like I don't know how to treat a woman right."

"You do. Your dick just does a better job."

"Jeez," Jared said as a joke.

I put my lips on the end of him and I palmed the rest of his shaft. Deepthroating somebody like Jared, if not impossible, is quite difficult, so I don't often try it. I do, however, pay special attention to all of him, and he jumped a little as I gently pinched the area of skin between his balls.

"If you don't mind..." Hannah said. "I'd like to try."

"Go ahead," I said. "He's all yours. Take good care of him."

As Hannah got down on her knees to service Jared, I walked around to his back. I started by kneading the knots in his upper neck and shoulders, where weeks of stress had been building up.

"Thank you..." Jared said in exasperation. "Thank both of you... and... HOLY.... FUCK!!!!" he shouted. 

I stopped my work to see that Hannah had successfully deepthroated him. I felt joy and love steaming up from my pussy. I went back to work on his neck, only this time a little bit harder, alternating my massages with kisses and bites.

"Too much... too much for one person to deserve..." I heard Jared moan.

I began working down the ribs of his back, massaging and biting along the way. When I bit into his fleshier sides, I set my hands around to his chest to run my fingers through his chest hair, around his nipples and through his abdominal region. I met Hannah's hands at his thighs, at which point we started massaging his thighs together. Jared moaned again.

By this time I was also kneeling on the floor, and Jared's firm ass was staring straight back at me. Knowing that Jared likes his ass, I decided to spread his cheeks with my hands and give my tongue a little tour.

"Oh fuck... oh fuck... oh fuck...." I heard him gasping. His moaning went away for a while, and then suddenly it got louder and louder, until his moaned like a whale. I heard Hannah smacking her lips, enjoying his load, and sucking him dry to make sure there were no more surprises left for her on the way out. There was, though, and a little bit of Jared's hot, sticky cum got onto Hannah's lips. It looked like she had put on a little too much lip gloss.

"That was a lot, even for me," Jared said. "But I know whose turn it is."

Jared and Hannah both turned around to look at me with cravings.

"And you're still fully dressed! What a shame!" Hannah said.

Before I knew it, I was pinned to the ground, Hannah sitting on top of me and Jared lying down by my legs. My clothes seem to come off in an instant, and Hannah was grabbing at my tits and pulling at my nipples like she was molding pieces of clay.

"I've always, always wanted to do this to you," she said.

As Hannah caressed every inch of my breasts, her warm fuzz came down on my belly button. Though I wanted to splay my arms out to the sides and let her work her magic on me, I sent my fingers into her cave. Her pussy electrified before me.

"You don't have to, Miranda. You've done so much already tonight."

"I've always, always wanted to do this to YOU," I said, as I slipped another finger into her back door for a little shocker.

As Hannah was careening back and forth on me, I bent my knees to give her some support. As I bent my knees, I felt them being forced apart, as if a doctor was coming to inspect me. And all of a sudden I felt a great warm mass enter me—I didn't know if it was Jared's fist or his cock or maybe something else—I just knew that it sent me into an ecstasy unlike any other I had experienced lately. I took my fingers out of Hannah's pussy so I could go into some convulsions of my own. The following bliss was so sweet and buttery I can hardly remember it.

"If you think she's done," Jared said. "You're sadly mistaken. Do you want to know what she really likes?"

"What does she really like?" Hannah said.

"Get up and I'll show you."

Hannah got up, and helped me stand up. I realized how warm my back was, from all the friction from the carpet. Jared lay on the ground, his knees up, and I smiled as I sat on his cock, letting his mass enter me from behind.

"FUCK!" I screamed, both out of pain and pleasure.

"And Hannah, you're welcome to sit on my face for your own special treat."

For the next few minutes Hannah and I sat across from each other, looking over each other's breasts and stomachs and pussies—the parts of each other we wouldn't be seeing come tomorrow morning—and we smiled at each other, getting ourselves pleasured by the same person at the same time. Jared was somehow able to adjust himself to each of our likings—his cock pushed hard into me with deep, penetrating thrusts, while his tongue danced gingerly around her lips and her clit. Hannah and I stared at each other, and watched each other go into waves of pleasure. Without thinking any more, I bent over towards her, and she bent over towards me, and we started kissing and fondling each other. Hannah's lips were as soft and as delicate and sweet as daises.

"Any chance I'll get a little bit more of this tomorrow?" Hannah whispered into my ear.

"Sure," I whispered back. "Take a bathroom break whenever you want and we'll go from there."



After Hours



Looking back, and not all that far back, the summer after I graduated high school should have been one of the best of my life. Why you may ask? I had a job most eighteen-year-old guys would have done just about anything to have. I worked in a lingerie store, one of a large chain that I will neglect to name. As I was saying, for most guys that would have been a dream job. For me it was simple torture. At that age I was a very idealistic young man, and as such I was "waiting for love." Love mind you, not marriage. Losing my virginity would have hardly been a challenge, but I still waited... As many young men do, I felt I was in love with my girlfriend of the time. To be fair, I now realize it was more of an infatuation than anything else, yet at the time she was the girl of my dreams. She was also a virgin, and quite intent on staying one. Despite my many attempts to change her mind, I failed. I'm certain it is now clear why working at a lingerie store would be incredibly difficult for a young man in the situation I faced... 

This is the story of a Sunday at that store. What made my job all the more difficult was that the girlfriend I so loved had dumped me only two days before. Now, on with the story... 

My feet actually dragged as I walked away from my car. Depression was no longer governing my actions, but exhaustion still weighed heavily on me. Sleep wouldn't come, only thoughts of her... I realized I was standing still in the parking lot, lost in my thoughts, and began to walk towards the entrance to the mall again. I felt a very confusing emotion, one of near indifference to everything. I wasn't quite numb, nor empty, but those two words are the only which come close to describing my mental state. As my hand rested on the mall's door, I briefly looked up to the sky. The dark, cloudy look of a storm seemed somehow comforting to me as I entered.

I walked towards the store in no particular hurry. I was the only one working today and was already early. My stomach held a vague feeling of hunger, and I suddenly realized I hadn't eaten almost anything in the last two days. Somehow eating didn't seem important. Thoughts of hunger had only surfaced momentarily, and disappeared quickly. I unlocked the store and went about the usual preparations with a slow, yet practiced, ease. At 10 AM I took a seat near the register and waited for the day to pass me by. 

The day was the usual, anything ranging from teenage girls buying thongs (giggles, winks, and all) to elderly ladies buying things I'd rather not know they owned... I must admit, a smile graced my lips at a few points during the day. I was still sad, but to my surprise most of the sadness had left me already. The store closed at 8 PM on Sundays, so when the clock read 7:30 I was quite relieved. Shortly after this flash of relief, probably about 7:35, a young lady entered the store whom I'll never forget. 

Her eyes drew me towards them first. They were a calming shade of brown, but what struck me most was this unnamable quality in them. A certain depth...something that gave you a sense of peace and serenity by gazing into them for a single moment. Her hair was dark brown, and about five inches past her shoulders. Her lips had a soft look to them, the kind which beg for the most gentle of kisses and offer the most passionate of responses. Her clothes were rather average, although they still offered a good idea to her figure. Her jeans were not quite tight, but still offered a good feel for her tempting little ass and long legs. Her t-shirt was a pale blue color, with a yin-yang symbol on it. It offered a fairly good idea to her tight tummy and rather full (but not huge) breasts. Her eyes met mine for a brief moment, and the cutest smile passed over her lips. Until that moment, I had thought the idea of love at first sight was merely a mistaken interpretation of lust at first sight...suddenly I saw how wrong I was. 

The store was empty except for us, as most Sunday nights were always unbearably dull and slow. Rather than going about her shopping, she approached me with that cute, and ever-so-slightly playful, smile still gracing her lips. 

"Hey, I'm Jenn...not to be nosy or anything, but you just look like something's bothering ya. Wanna talk about it?" 

Something in those stunning eyes of hers, and her voice too, ensured me of her sincerity. She wasn't asking in passing, or out of politeness...she genuinely cared about a complete stranger... 

"I've just been dealing with some stuff lately...and on top of it all my girlfriend dumped me a couple days ago. My name's Cryss, by the way." 

"Ouch...no fun there. Well from what I can see, it was her loss." 

She winked with the same cute, playfulness that she smiled. I ended up telling her the long, drawn out story of my ex, which she listened to with a caring smile. At the end I felt an even stronger attraction to her then when I saw her walk in the door. By the time I was done, it was 8:15... 

"Damn...I wanted to take a look around" 

With a laugh I said: 

"Feel free...I can wait" 

"Heh, maybe you can help me pick a few things." 

I escorted her around slowly, while she examined various parts of the store...her first pick was very surprising, and honestly appealing too. It was a white, cotton bikini style panty, with little blue and pink flowers sprinkled throughout it. With a sexy look in her eyes, she turned to me: 

"Got a matching bra for this?" 

"Uh...yea, what size?" 

"I'm a 34C..." 

Smiling to myself the whole time, I dug up a matching bra in her size and handed her it. She held it up to herself in front of a full size mirror: 

"I don't know...what do you think Cryss?" 

"It looks good, but you could try it on to get a better idea." 

Her eyes lit up a bit, and her smile took on a sexy tone which was very provocative. Of course she didn't know that trying on lingerie was a strict taboo, but I'd pay for it later... With an irresistible whisper, she said: 

"Now close your eyes...no peeking." 

I did...and can honestly say I didn't peek (an incredible feat of willpower, I assure you). Her voice spoke up again: 

"Okay...what do you think?" 

I opened my eyes and was treated to the site of her posing in the very innocent underwear she had picked out. I suppose I must have been staring, as she giggled slowly and said: 

"I guess that means you approve... I love wearing things like this sometimes. I know it's a childish look, but I think that little bit of innocence is so sexy in its own way." 

My eyes were still taking her in. Her legs were very long and shapely. Her breasts were beautiful, certainly filling the bra to its limits. She turned slowly around for me, and I noticed her ass was...well, perfect in my eyes. Seeing all this, I was already very aroused. I hoped she wouldn't notice...but whether she did or not she began to look around again, not bothering to remove her current choice. My eyes examined her delicate features still, no longer those of her body but those of her face. Despite all I had seen, her hair and eyes were the most alluring part of her. Her eyes had a depth to them that just kept drawing my full attention...and her hair made me wonder what it would feel like to run my fingers through it in a passionate kiss. Losing myself in her beauty, I had failed to notice she had picked out her next selection... 

"Cryss...close your eyes so I can try this on." 

Without thinking I obeyed, realizing only a moment after closing my eyes that I had no clue what she had chosen. It took a great deal of willpower once again, but I didn't peek...and her voice called for me to open them again. 

"Okay...what do ya think?" 

She was lying on the countertop in a very tempting pose. She had chosen a black lace thong with a matching bra...and looked irresistible. The bra had demi cups, offering me a better view of her breasts and cleavage than before. Heh...I must have looked pretty funny, with my mouth opening and closing as I searched for the words to describe how sexy she looked... 

"Hehe...once again, I take it you approve?" 

I nodded slowly, and she got off the counter and stepped towards me. I took one step towards her, slipped my arms slowly around her and pulled her close. Her eyes seemed to sparkle, and the warmth of her body promised me the moment was real. Leaning closer, I kissed her with the soft passion of a man overwhelmed by attraction and desire. I closed my eyes. Her arms slipped around my back and pulled me closer against her body. Her breasts were now pressing against my chest, making the moment all the more erotic. My fingers ran slowly through her hair... 

The moment had a very surreal feel to it, and seemed to stretch on forever. As I pull away, I opened my eyes. Staring into her eyes for a moment, I knew I was falling in love with this girl I had just met... Her lips neared my ear, and nibbled on it gently. After a moment she whispered very quietly... 

"One last thing I want to try on...you close your eyes, I want it to be a surprise..." 

I obeyed quite willingly. Then again, at this point I would have obeyed just about any order she gave. I heard her rummaging around the store, and then her changing...it was torture, wondering what she might choose for her final show. Suddenly it was silent, after a brief moment I felt her breath on my cheek. She whispered with the same nearly silent voice: 

"Keep those eyes closed now...not a peek." 

She had me sit down briefly, and pulled off my shoes and socks. Next she had me stand up again. I felt her hand at the front of my pants... She unbuttoned and unzipped them slowly, obviously taking her time. She pulled them off and I stepped out of them quickly. Next, she began slowly unbuttoning my shirt. Once done, she slipped it off me quickly. I was now standing in only my boxers, her hands softly rubbing my chest. Finally she paused, and said: 

"Okay, now you can open your eyes." 

My eyes were greeted by...nothing. Her body was completely bare, and her eyes were locked on mine. I looked back into her eyes and barely whispered... 

"Jenn...I think I'm falling for you." 

"Let me assure you, the feeling is mutual." 

My hands began to tenderly massage her breasts. Her nipples were so sensitive they immediately became erect at my touch. Looking into her eyes, which seemed to have an aura of utter bliss somewhere in them, I lowered my mouth to one and licked it as softly as possible. A soft, throaty moan left her lips, which made me want her all the more. I continued to softly lick one nipple while massaging her other breast for a minute or two, but my desire to cast away my virginity overtook me quickly. As my tongue left her nipple, she knew what I wanted and quickly removed my boxers. She sat on the countertop and spread her legs slowly, offering me an enticing view of her pussy. Only the smallest triangle of hair stood above it. I neared her slowly and whispered: 

"Jenn...I'm a virgin..." 

Her eyes glowed for an instant and her response held the sound of joy. 

"So am I..." 

I slid into her warmth slowly, and paused when I felt the resistance I expected. She whispered: 

"Do it quickly...but please be gentle" 

I did as she asked, pushing through and pausing a moment. Her whisper was quiet... 

"I said be gentle...not stop" 

Smiling slightly to myself, I began to pump in and out of her at a slow pace. She was soaked, making my work all the easier. She slipped her arms around my neck and I lifted her from the countertop. Her back was soon against the wall, and my pace had quickened to that of a man desperate to release. Her moans were coming quicker now, telling me how close she was. I moaned to her... 

"Jenn, baby...I want to cum with you." 

"I'm about to Cryss..." 

I felt her pussy began to tighten and lost myself to a tremendous orgasm. After a moment of recovery, I laid her down gently on the countertop. Her eyes met mine and we kissed a soft, gentle kiss. As our lips separated, I glanced at the clock. 10:28... Her eyes must have seen it too. 

"Looks like we're here for the night, Cryss." 

I turned back to her and looked into her beautiful eyes with a smile: 

"Perfect..."



After Hours



It was late.

The glaring fluorescents had dwindled and died, replaced by the single 60 watt that stood guard over his cluttered desk. The sounds of industry had faded to a steady, isolated humm of air conditioning and the growl of a vacuum in the exterior hallway. He was alone, or so he thought.

"I had to come", she offered in hushed tones, afraid to shatter the pristine stillness that the moment offered. "I was just leaving, packing things away at my desk...and there you were. May I come in?"

He nodded, offering her the single empty chair which flanked his desk, but she moved instead to the leather couch along the wall and settled herself uneasily upon it.

"This couch always draws my attention," she murmured abstractly. "It has so many possibilities, you know." She added, flushing at the thought. "A place to kick back, a restful moment in the middle of the afternoon...somewhere to..."

But she couldn't finish. It was too much. Wasn't it?

She had his attention then, the wide stance she chose to assume offering him a quick glimpse of her lacy undergarment as she made herself more comfortable.

"What do you do here at night, after the others have gone, Gene?" [May I call you that? It's after hours you know. I'm off the clock now.] "Do you stick to business as the clock keeps ticking away? Do you work, Gene, or do you dream? Do your fantasies intrude at times like this? Do I?"

He dropped his gaze then, following the line of her hand as she stroked her thigh....the long, red nails that so often caught his attention during their regular 9-5, creating minute furrows in the thin fabric of her skirt.

"Sometimes," he admitted. "Yes, sometimes you do."

His tiny, flawed admission seemed to open new channels of communication, for she then leaned back on the tooled leather and relaxed her stance even more. 

It was a thong, he guessed. The brief strip of lace that caressed the span between her sex and her ass seemed to narrow and vanish as it neared her buttocks, wedging between her rounded orbs in ways that caused his body to quicken. He'd wondered about that.

"I fantasize sometimes too, Gene...here, in the morning when I bring your coffee, then later as I wonder what it would be like to..."

Again she paused, her bravery faltering. Had she imagined it all? Should she turn and retreat to the outer office, to the safety of her desk? But no, she'd come too far. She'd called him 'Gene', a fatal breech in protocol. She was committed.

She swallowed hard. Time to move on. [Move it or lose it. Isn't that what they say?] "I've always wondered how this leather would feel on my bare skin, Gene. Would you mind if I tried?"

He laid his pen atop the desk then, his briefs forgotten. Then silently he nodded his consent. "No, not at all. Please, be my guest." He offered, his body warming to the concept. "Get comfortable if you'd like."

A slow smile crept over her features, a moment of uncertainty, and then she rose and lifted her demure skirt until it pooled around her waist. Finally, taking her place once more she sighed.

"Yes," she whispered in hushed tones. "This is good. I knew it would be, Gene. Thank you for allowing me that liberty."

Again he nodded, his maleness coming to the fore. "Get as comfortable as you wish," he offered, his eyes taking in the moist, dark line that accented her panties. A garter belt...he'd never imagined that she wore one! Now, he'd never visualize her in anything else.

"May I take off my heels, Gene? By the end of the day they're sheer torture, you know. It would be a relief..."

"Of course," he replied, the epitome of good manners. "Get comfortable, My Dear. After all, you're among friends. No need to stand on ceremony."

She crossed her legs then, lifting left over right until the fine lace of her panties shifted and a glimpse of pink, wet "tongue" peeked beyond their confines. A tiny tug, and one red stiletto fell to the floor. She shifted then, causing her panties to imbed themselves deep within the shaven slit that so drew him.

His body lurched, and as the second shoe plopped silently on the carpet he felt the burden between his thighs begin to grow uncomfortably.

"My stockings...they'll be ruined like this, Gene. May I...?"

Again he nodded, eager in his acceptance. "Of course," he replied. "On a secretary's salary stockings like those must be expensive. I wouldn't want you to ruin them."

Again she smiled, then rising she trailed her hands over her abdomen, her thighs, until they came to rest on the clasps of her garter belt. She bent low, and lower yet until the fullness of her breasts filled the cleavage of her thin, silk blouse and threatened to spill out of their brief confines. He was mesmerized.

"Would you help me, Gene?" she asked huskily.

Help her? Help her...?

Oh, the garter belt! He drew his tongue over his lower lip.

"It would be my pleasure," he responded, preparing to rise. Instead she crossed the floor and circled his desk until he could smell the aroma of her sex and feel the heat radiate from between her thighs. Then turning she indicated the clips which stretched across her buttocks from their long, elastic tethers and formed the last restriction to her release.

"Here," she motioned, her hand stroking her rounded flesh. "I can't reach them. Would you...?"

Immediately he set to work, his fingers tracing the taut line of elastic until they cane to rest at a place just below her right buttock, near the hollow delta of her thighs. "Like this?" he murmured, the backs of his fingers grazing the furrow of her ass. "Hold still now while I get the other one."

But she disobeyed! Instead she opened her legs, bending away from him until her 'nether-tongue' came once more into view between her naked thighs.

"That's good, Gene. Those are so hard to get by myself. Do you find that some things are like that, Sir...hard that is?"

He noticed her subtle shift to the more postured mode of address, to the accepted formality of the workplace, but her tone spoke otherwise.

"Do you like my ass, Sir?" she questioned, taking her boldness to a new level. "Sometimes I imagine you're watching me as I leave your office...watching my ass. Do you like it?"

"Of course!" he asserted, running his fingers between the fullness of her thighs. "You're a fine piece...you have a fine ass, My Dear. What's not to like?"

She grasped the edge of the desk, her breathing becoming labored and thighs shaking at his touch. Then, placing one stockinged foot atop his desk she began to carefully peel the patterned silk down her thighs and off the tips of her toes.

Her aroma grew stronger, more sensual as her body shifted and she brought her remaining foot to rest between his thighs, repeating the gesture, her toes nudging his burgeoning fullness.

She paused...an invitation?

The inadequate line of her panties appeared binding then, on closer inspection. They seemed to beckon to him, like a dark arrow pointing from the waistband of her thong across her vulva to become lost in the moist slit below. He slid his fingers below the crotch and released them from her hidden confines, the slick wetness of her body still clinging to the lacy fabric.

She surged into his palm. "Oh...thank you, Sir," she breathed, pressing his hand against her pubis. "Thongs just aren't meant for comfort, I guess. They're always riding...up. That feels...much better."

The abandoned bands of her garter belt brushed insistently against his groin as she moved, the metal clips bobbing maddeningly against his fullness. She smiled.

"Are you like this...behind your desk, during the day?" she asked, her eyes taking in the tautness of his slacks. "Do you become aroused when I sit in the chair and cross my legs for you?"

Had she noticed him watching her then? He remained silent. What would she do next?

"Sometimes I wet my panties during the day, Sir", she offered boldly, her restraints abandoned. "When I'm sitting there, taking notes...I become so wet I'm surprised you haven't noticed! I always wonder if I've left a wet patch on the seat after I leave. Do I, Sir? Do I leave my mark on the furniture?"

He thought back to the many times he'd discretely glanced into the darkness between her thighs as she scribbled on her pad, the times the dim shadow of moisture had remained long after she'd retreated to her sanctuary in the outer office. Yes, he'd noticed. Of course he'd noticed!

"Like now, you mean?" he questioned intimately. "Were you wet like you are now?" he repeated, his index finger nudging beneath the wet lace.

She closed her eyes. "Yes...like that," she agreed. "Just like that, but then I could only imagine what it would be like, of course."

"And what do you imagine, My Dear? He prodded, his finger slipping into her wetness. "This?" he questioned as he pressed his digit deep inside.

Her knees shook visibly then, and she faltered against him.

"Yes...oh YES!" she choked, her hips rocking to urge him deeper...and deeper yet. "I imagine this...and us...and the feel of leather beneath me..."

Unsteadily she retired once more to the couch in an effort to prevent her total and shameful collapse. "I imagine you stripping my panties from me...here on the sofa," she offered heatedly. "That you ask me to touch myself for you."

Then, as if to punctuate her statement, she slipped her hand between her thighs and dipped a single finger into her vagina.

"And what am I doing during this solitary intercourse," he asked, his eyes riveted on the fluid motion of her finger. "Do I...participate in some way?"

"Oh yes!" she choked, the effort to speak becoming almost more than she could bear. "You...stand...here."

She indicated a place between her feet, an invasion of her intimate space, an open invitation.

"And...?" he prodded. "And then what happens?"

"Then..." she flushed, "You tell me to unzip your fly and take your...penis into my mouth."

"And...do you?" he questioned eagerly, rising to take his assigned position between her feet. "Do you take my cock into your mouth? Do you suck it until I'm ready to burst upon your tongue?"

"Oh yes," she sighed. "It's the best part of my day! It's so...intimate. I always have to lock myself in the john when I get to that part! To...you know...touch myself," she admitted guiltily as she began to stroke the line of his fly.

"May I, Sir?" she pleaded.

"Of course, My Dear, take it out and then open your blouse. Release your breasts for me. I have fantasies too, you know."

Her eyes widened. He had fantasies too? Perhaps she'd bitten off more than she could chew! And so, fingers faltering, she carefully released the band of his slacks and lowered his zipper, reaching inside to find his hot flesh and enclosing it in her grasp. Gently she stroked, feeling it quiver against her palm, until finally she drew it out.

It was then he stayed her hand. "The blouse..." he reminded her, his fingers tracing the edge of her cleavage. "Now."

His tone had changed, she noticed, more insistent, more dominant. He was in charge once more, and their foreplay had taken on a new profile.

She sighed, then leaning back against the sofa she slipped her buttons from their holes and parted the thin silk of her garment, exposing the brevity of her front-hook bra. Then with a brief flick of her finger her breasts surged forward, full and unfettered, their nipples dusky and prominent.

"Yes, that's it." He nodded approvingly, pinching her swollen buds between thumb and forefinger. "That's it." And with that he slipped the clothing from her shoulders until it came to rest around her arms, binding them to her sides.

A moment of panic assailed her. He had changed! The balance of power had shifted and she had lost her advantage. Could she now control what was to come?

Briefly she struggled to raise her arm, to once more grasp his sex in her trembling fingers, but the silk confines of her sleeves held her at bay.

"Use your mouth," he ordered. "Learn to rely on your mouth if you want to continue."

And so she did, parting her lips to engulf him, her tongue swirling around his member as he twined his fingers in her hair and held her fast.

It was in that warm, wet place that he thrived and his impressive organ grew to enormous proportions. Her jaws began to ache, and she soon found it difficult to accommodate either his girth or length.

It was then she began to pull away, to relax her endeavors between his legs for a moment, but he had other ideas. She had pursued him...seduced him, and now there was a price to pay.

"No!" he barked. "Lean back. I want to fuck your mouth."

Startled, she paused, her lips going slack as she pondered her course of action. But she had not long to respond, for in a few blinks he had pressed her back against the sofa and brought his left leg astride her cheek, inserting himself deep in her mouth once more as he began to thrust in earnest.

Again she struggled against her silk restraints, this time in an effort to control the deepening penetration of his body into hers, but once more she found it impossible.

Then, with one last thrust he released her, reaching between her legs to wrench the pitiful excuse for panties from her and tucking her skirt upwards into her belt.

"Stand up," he directed, his tone brooking no resistance, "...and spread your legs. Let's see how wet you are now!"

Red-faced she did as she was told, rising in her immodest dishevelment and spreading wide her slick thighs for His pleasure. Her belly quivered, and her nipples blossomed. Was this what he wanted...what he'd always wanted?

In one quick move he turned her, and bending her low over the arm of the sofa he thrust his right hand between her legs, the fingers of his left fondling the exposed expanse of her breasts.

She gasped. It had all gone so wrong...or was it so right? She had planned a late night seduction, an exploitation of her feminine advantage, but things had gone seriously awry! The upper hand was His now, as it was during their working hours. Her waking fantasies had become a reality, and it was the insistent probe of his rigid member between her legs that finally brought home the fact of it all.

Instinctively she attempted to close her legs, to slow his advance. But once more her efforts were foiled, for he had placed himself between them, his feet holding hers apart, his free hand pressing now on the small of her back to give himself greater advantage.

And then she felt it, his engorged cock pressing insistently between her labia, forcing aside the rubbery flesh until it found her source of heat and penetrated it.

She gasped! So hard, so forceful! Struggling she wriggled to free her hands once more, to gain some semblance of control, but it was not possible.

Deeply he began to rut, driving himself into her belly as he hunched over her heaving form, his hands groping her breasts, twisting her nipples into hardened knots of desire. Briefly she fought against her own arousal, one last act of defiance, but it was futile. She was lost, and he had won. The visceral nature of her sex had betrayed her and she desperately cried out for more.

Jaw set in a lustful grimace, he had no intention but to comply. But, as she pleaded for him to continue he backed away, then raising his aim he parted her buttocks to expose the puckered star of her anus.

At first she thought his intention was oral, but as she felt the rigid heat of his cock against her narrow passage she began to writhe. 

"I-I...can't!" she quailed. "I've never..."

But it was too late, for her virginal orifice was virginal no longer. With an urgency borne of the moment, he impaled himself, driving deeply between her buttocks as she whimpered beneath him.

Struggling, she tried to dislodge him, but his hand on the back of her neck removed her options. She was held fast, penetrated in a way she had never intended...and it aroused her.

Deeply he hammered, his free hand now snaking around her belly to stroke the fullness of her clit, to solicit her cries of ecstasy as he took her from behind. Each time she constricted her muscles to force him from her, he stroked the hardened mound of her flesh once more until the battle was won and he was able to hilt himself in her tight aperture once more.

Finally, with a monumental thrust he flooded her, filling her bowels with his boiling spunk until it gushed from her body and fouled her thighs.

Crying out and throbbing she sank to the floor before him, her body twitching with unspent arousal.

"Now...touch yourself," he ordered, slipping her arms from their silken restraints. "Spread your legs and show me how you please yourself! Do it well, and maybe I'll allow you to complete your task!"

Allow her to complete...? Had there been any doubt? Apparently there had!

Frantically she penetrated her labia with her forefinger, stroking her clit as she closed her eyes to the world about her, her body growing instantly rigid as her barely suppressed intent rose to the surface once more.

He smiled, and straddling her body he began to stroke himself as well, feeling his shaft once again thicken and quiver with its heated offering. 

Suddenly she began to shake, throwing back her head as she flowed into her palm and screaming her climax into the room.

That was all it took, for immediately he joined her, shooting his creamy burden squarely into her face, inundating her delicate features with his slippery ejaculation until it ran over her lips and down onto her naked breasts.

She gasped, eyes widening in shock, then ran her fingers through the viscous mess in an effort to clear a path.

"Lick me clean, My Dear," he directed. "You've done so well tonight, you wouldn't want to fall short at this point, would you?"

Desperately, she wanted to remove herself to the bathroom...to clean his spunk from her face and wash the sticky mess from between her legs...but stay she did.

Obediently she took him into her mouth once more, laving his limp flesh with her tongue until it lay pink and clean between her lips.

"Very well done!" he complimented. "I'm impressed! Now go clean yourself and I'll see you in the office tomorrow. Be sure to be here bright and early, My Dear. We have a lot of work to get done."

She began to rise then and move toward his private bathroom. "And Sarah," he added, "...plan on overtime....LOTS of overtime."

She blushed. It was going to be hard work from that point on.

And then she smiled. Working beneath Gene had its perks.



After Hours



My Dear Readers,

Disclaimer:

What I write is fiction/fantasy/fairy tales for adults. None of my characters are real, no one was injured during the production of my stories and just like on T.V., they all get up when the scene is over, have a beer, remove the makeup and go home, ready to return in the next chapter, all the boo boos healed.

Votes and comments are as always gratefully received. E-mail will get personal response if you remember to leave me a return e-mail address.

Enjoy.

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Carol caught the door of her husband's office building as it was closing behind some of the last workers leaving for the day. She slipped through and made her way over to the staircase unobserved by the fat old security guard at the reception desk who was more interested in the magazine he was reading than in paying attention to the lobby. 

She quickly made her way up the five flights of steps silently thanking her daily workout on the stair master. Dave's office was just down at the far corner of the floor and sneaking a peek from the stairwell she could see that everyone else on his floor had already left. 

She had been planning this for several weeks and had even snuck in once before but too many people were working overtime that night and she had to give up her plans, but tonight looked like the night. Everybody booking out early for a long weekend, except for her dedicated husband, he was finishing up his end of the month report and had called to say he would be late. 

Carol had immediately put her plan into action. First a long hot bath in scented oils, then dressing in the dark stockings and garter belt Dave loved. Makeup and perfume, style her hair, grab her long coat and she headed into town. 

Carol removed the coat and felt the air conditioning blow across her almost naked body. Her nipples hardened at once, and it seemed as if her body reacted to the thrill of the forbidden by getting both tight and wet. 

Carol dropped her coat on a nearby bench and strode across the floor to the door of his office. She quietly opened it and leaned against the door frame extending her legs and raising her arms. He had his back to the door as she straightened her back and thrust out her tits. 

"Is there anything I can do for you Mr. Bucannon?" 

Dave jumped a bit as he had thought everyone had gone for the day. "No. I'm good." 

He turned and caught the sight of a naked woman in garters and stockings lounging in his doorway. It took a moment for his eyes to travel from the long sleek legs over the garter belted roundness of a shapely and well muscled ass, up past a set of beautiful and well rounded tits to finally reach....

"Carol?"

She tried, really she did but he just looked so comical standing there with his mouth hanging open, she just couldn't help it. She burst out with a delighted laugh.

"I thought you could use some company and a reward for being such a dedicated provider."

She stalked over to his desk, pushing the door closed as she went. Reaching the desktop she continued towards her shocked husband by crawling up on the desktop and gliding towards him on all fours like a cat.

Carol snagged his tie and pulled his face down to hers, kissing him softly, and darting her tongue between his lips. She pushed him back against his chair and his knees buckled. Dave dropped into his chair and Carol followed, crawling down from the desk onto the floor still on all fours and pushed his chair back up against the window. She undid his belt and unzipped his slacks, pulling his shirt up and away as she nuzzled his crotch. 

Dave sat there still in shock as his wife proceeded to remove his quickly hardening cock from his briefs and lick down the shaft. She placed the glistening saliva coated flesh between her breasts and used the soft warm globes to jerk him off; licking at the head of his cock each time she finished a stroke. It took her less than a minute to bring him to an explosive climax, his cum shooting from his cock, like a water cannon, arching up and over her head to splash down on her hair, her face and dribble across her tits.

Dave collapsed in his chair in post coital bliss as Carol licked up some of the cum still oozing from his semi hard cock.

The clapping from the doorway froze the couple in place.

"Very nice final performance. Of course you know that you have violated about fifteen company policies and rules not to mention several laws."

Standing in the doorway was Dave's boss Ms. Reynolds. Carol slowly got to her feet. There was nothing she could do or say, Carol knew she had just blown Dave's career. She couldn't even cover up her nakedness as her coat was lying on a bench on the other side of the common room.

Dave just sat stunned. He didn't even remember to cover his rapidly shrinking cock. There was no point, he was finished. Fired. Blacklisted.

Reynolds walked around the desk trapping Carol and Dave in place. She looked down at the semen covered papers on the desk and shoved them off into a trash can at the end of the desk. She sat against the edge of the desk and looked Carol and Dave over just as if they were a hanging piece of beef she was considering buying.

Her gaze went to Dave's lap and her smile got wider and crueler. She turned to Carol. Her finger scooped up some of the cum from Carol's breast and she lifted it to Carols lips. Carol opened her mouth not really sure what was happening but knowing whatever it was she had no choice but to cooperate. 

"Lick it." 

Carol looked into the woman's eyes and began to lick the sticky goo from her finger. The woman found another slimy splatter on Carol's cheek and scrapped it off, again bringing it to Carol's lips to be cleaned. 

Dave started to sit up and Ms. Reynolds spiked heel on her shapely foot landed in his crotch.

"Sit puppy. I'll get to you in a little while." She emphasized her order with a twist of her heel in his ball sack.

Carol started to protest but one look into those cold green eyes and she closed her mouth without a sound. Ms. Reynolds hands began to squeeze and twist and play with her breasts and Carol found herself enjoying the sensation. She had always liked it a little rougher than Dave liked to dish out and the combination of being caught, of having this strange women taking control and the roughness with which she was being handled had Carol's body reacting before she knew what was happening. 

The woman's hand drifted down and pushed its way between Carol's legs. One finger then two pushed into her cunt and the woman's thumb pressed down on her swollen clit. Carol began to moan and hump the invading fingers, which suddenly withdrew. 

The boss grabbed the back of her hair and used it to move Carol beside Dave's chair. One quick jerk and Carol lay sprawled across Dave's lap. 

"Stay."

Carol felt the woman's hand reach under her belly and she heard Dave gasp. Then something was dragged out from beneath her. 

"You need to be punished. If either of you move, his career is over. Do you understand?"

Carol nodded. 

"Hold her in place."

Dave's arms went across her body and across her legs just above the knee. Carol heard a whistling sound just before her ass cheeks ignited. 

Carol's back arched and her mind flashed back to the whippings she had gotten as a kid. A belt. David's belt. Ms. Reynolds was using his belt to give her the thrashing she deserved.

Stroke after stroke landed on her ass and across her upper thighs. Carol cried and squirmed and screamed as each crashing blow landed until her entire backside seemed covered in molten lava. The heat seemed to spread deep into Carol's body and centered in her pussy which was dripping wet. Carol wasn't sure if she was screaming for the women to stop or hit her harder.

She was sure of one thing. Dave's cock was a rock solid pole poking its way into her stomach. Her getting whipped by his boss while lying naked on his lap was turning him on. 

She never could recall when the beating stopped and the fingers returned to her cunt. She remembered cumming over and over as Ms. Reynolds fisted her now wide open and dripping pussy. 

She remembered being dumped on the floor and lying against the rough carpet hearing the sounds of fucking and she remembered thinking it was funny she could hear fucking but couldn't feel it.

Carol was dragged to her knees and found her face up against a slick and wet pussy. The belt landing on her already red and black and blue ass brought the world back into sharp focus.

"Lick my cunt clean of all your husbands cum, bitch before I whip your ass raw."

Carol began to lick and probe the hole her husband had just fucked, lapping up her tormentor's secretions and his spunk. She found the erect clit and worked it over, probing and teasing until she felt Ms. Reynolds muscles spasm as she came again and again. She cleaned up every last speck then lay her head down on the floor totally exhausted.

She felt someone cover her with something warm and she slept.

"Carol. Honey, wake up. We can go home now."

Carol looked up at her husbands face and felt him kiss her. She sat up noticing she was still naked though she was covered by her coat. The clock on the wall was reading 4:32 am. 

"David what happened. Did I get you fired?"

"No baby, I'm not fired." David grinned at his wife. "I had to redo the report I was writing. It got covered in cum."

Carol blushed.

"Ms. Reynolds isn't going to fire me; as a matter of fact she wants me to take over the division as its Manager. Monday I move to the executive floor. You can come see my new office next Friday. It's right next door to Ms. Reynolds office. As a matter of fact she insisted you come see it. She even wants you to wear the same outfit as tonite."

"Oh."



After Hours



We've been working some long hours together.  Thanks for asking me to go unwind with you and some friends.  And thank you for asking me to unwind with just you after hours.

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After Hours



"Is there anything else I can help you with today?" she asked, smiling at me. I was lost in thought, fantasizing about this lovely bank teller in front of me. She was wearing a very attractive V-necked blouse that showed just the right amount of cleavage. Her hair was pulled back into a professional looking bun at the back of her head and I could make out the faintest whiff of a vanilla and lavender perfume. The sound of her voice brought me back to reality.

I smiled back at Anna and heard a voice in my head say, "Would you like to have lunch with me sometime? Maybe this Friday? Just say it; what's the harm?" 

"Well, actually..." I started to say, when suddenly, "Hey Anna! Can you double count this for me?" I turned and saw the next teller had a large stack of bills and needed a second set of eyes to review her work before she could complete her transaction. 

"No, I think that's it. Thanks, Anna." I replied without losing my smile. Our eyes met one last time before I turned away.

"Come back soon!" She called as I turned and waved. 

I left the bank that afternoon feeling a bit ridiculous, having lost the nerve to ask her out - again. A couple months ago I had started a new job that required semi-regular trips to the bank, and that's where I met Anna. She was a very friendly teller, with shoulder length brown hair, hazel eyes, and a welcoming smile. She always seemed to wear very provocative shirts that showed just enough cleavage without being unprofessional. When I needed to make my bank runs I found myself waiting in line until her window opened so we could share a few moments together. Invariably, we'd chat about our lives, me asking her how her classes at the community college were going, she asking me how I was liking my job so far. She masterfully worked in her personal charm without ever crossing the line. Oftentimes I wondered if she was that friendly with everyone or if she was really trying to flirt with me.

After a couple months at my new job I had a rather regular schedule. Tuesdays and Fridays were bank runs, and I always found myself looking forward to that part of my day. Just the couple minutes spent talking to Anna always lifted my spirit and got me through the rest of the day. I had made up my mind a little while ago to ask Anna out to lunch, but every time I got to her window there would be some sort of distraction or interruption, and I figured I would just bide my time until the moment felt right. 

So we continued our verbal dance for some time, weeks progressing into months, our flirting slowly becoming more overt. 

One fateful Friday, I missed a bank run; we were so busy, I barely had time to think about it. Later that evening I got a call from one of my friends asking me if I wanted to join him and a few others out that night. They were heading downtown to visit a few clubs, throw back a few drinks, dance with some pretty ladies and hopefully not go home alone. I wasn't in too much of a "going out" mood, but considering it had been a rather stressful week, I figured a few hours with drinks and good company might be a good way to start the weekend.

We started downtown at a smaller bar where it was rather quiet. We chatted about our work and sports, just relaxing and having a good time. Before too long it was time to move on, and we made our way over to one of the noisier dance clubs. The music was blaring the latest pop/techno mix and there was already a good crowd forming. 

My buddies and I walked in together, found a nice booth where the music was somewhat muffled and settled in to scope out the scenery. Since it was mid-July, the ladies were showing off more gorgeous skin this evening. I had just made my way up to the bar to order the next round of drinks when I felt a tap on my shoulder. 

"I missed you today!" I heard a feminine voice shout over the loud music. I turned to see my favorite bank teller, Anna, standing before me. She looked amazing, wearing a mini-skirt, knee high boots and a very flattering tank top that was revealing enough to get your imagination going, but not enough to show you everything. She wore her hair down and as her hand left my shoulder I caught that same whiff of perfume I had come to love her wearing. 

I broke into a mock frown and apologized, "We were so overworked today I didn't even get a lunch break!" I laughed, and I could see her smile warmly up at me. "How about I make it up to you. Can I buy you a drink?"

She nodded happily, "Cranberry Vodka, please!" 

I grinned and turned back to the bartender, ordering one more drink. I handed Anna hers and gathered the ones for my friends. 

"Looks like you need a couple extra hands," Anna said, reaching forward to help me with my load. She grabbed a few drinks and turned back, looking over her shoulder "Where to?"

"We've got a booth over in the back corner, a little quieter, but not by much!" I called out, hoping she heard me. I steered Anna back to my table where my friends were waiting. Two of them were in a fierce baseball debate about starting pitching rotations and whose team was positioned best to make a deep playoff run.

Anna passed the drinks she was carrying out and immediately the conversation froze. Each of my friends stopped what he was doing and gawked at Anna, for just the briefest moment, before trying to compose themselves. She turned back to me and smiled, appreciating the fact that the music wasn't quite so loud. I made introductions and my friends gladly shook Anna's hand in greeting. 

"Thanks for the drink," she said cheerily. She was sipping it slowly, looking up at me, and I could still see the smile in her eyes.

"You're welcome!" I responded with a grin. "So, what brings you out and about this evening?" 

"Oh, I'm with a few of my girlfriends tonight, just out having fun. I came over when I saw you at the bar; you owed me after bailing on me today!" She laughed and it felt great to be able to talk to her without the confines of her bank around us.

Just then the song changed and recognition spread across Anna's face. "I love this song!" she said excitedly. "Come dance with me?" She put on her best pouty face, so I smiled and nodded. She turned to put her drink on the table, took my hand in hers and started leading me out onto the dance floor. It was a fast song, with a decent rhythm, so I was able to follow along as Anna set a pretty good pace. We danced the entire song, and when the next one started she wouldn't let me leave the dance floor. "We're not done yet!" She cried out over the sound of the music.

I felt excited as the crowd moved in around us. For the next song Anna turned her back to me and slowly started backing up. I felt her shoulders hit my chest as she leaned back, then she started to grind her ass against my groin. The song started to pick up the pace, and I was forced to reach down and grab her hips so I didn't fall over. With the combination of alcohol, beautiful woman and fast music, I felt my erection start forming. With her insistent pressure I began to become quite aroused, and I could tell she could feel it as she glanced back over her shoulder and grinned at me. I felt her grind back especially into my erection, so with my hands on her hips for balance I started to grind back against her in time to the music. 

Just as the song was coming to an end, Anna turned around and looked up at me. In a quick movement she threw her arms around my neck and brought her lips up to meet mine. I felt her kiss me, and in a shocked moment I barely had time to kiss her back before she pulled away.

As the song finished she leaned up to my ear and whispered, "I've been fantasizing about your lips for so long now. I'm glad they're as soft as they look." I felt her body press against mine and suddenly, her hand was moving to the front of my pants, giving a friendly squeeze to the bulge she found there. "Well, to be honest, that's not all I've been fantasizing about!" she said with a grin, and winked. "And I'm glad to see not everything is soft!" She glanced up at me and I could see the fire in her eyes. I leaned in for another kiss, but she backed away.

"Not right now," she told me, as she started to edge away. "Why don't we get some fresh air?" I gripped her hand in acknowledgement as the next song began to thump loudly. I mimed over to my friends that I would be stepping outside and not to worry. They all waved in congratulations, letting me know the same way that I could call them if I needed anything.

Stepping outside, I could feel the soft July breeze blowing through downtown. It felt great and helped to clear my head as I looked down at Anna. She had a very contented look on her face. Before the silence became awkward, I spoke up.

"That was a little unexpected," I admitted, still holding her hand in mine. "Unexpected, but a very pleasant surprise. I hope my shock in there didn't give you the wrong impression?" 

She laughed as she looked up at me, "Not at all! I was just getting too worked up in there and needed some air to clear my head." She took a deep breath and exhaled slowly, leaning softly against my arm. We were walking down the street away from the club, Anna definitely leading me as we ambled along. "...where are we going?" I asked.

Anna smiled up at me, her eyes sparkling and reflecting the canopy of stars above us as we walked. "My apartment is just a few blocks away. I was hoping I could get you to come up?" 

I squeezed her hand and smiled down, "I think you could definitely convince me..." I trailed off, gazing ahead, seemingly nonchalant.

Anna caught my meaning quickly and responded by turning to face me and reaching to pull me down, throwing her lips against mine. I was expecting it this time, and kissed her back with abandon. We stood there for several moments, locked in a passionate embrace. Her fingers were combing through my hair as I hugged her fiercely against my body. 

She stepped back, eyes closed for the moment as we caught our breath. "Well...was that enough, or do you need more convincing?"

I gazed down hungrily at Anna, "Oh, I'm convinced! I just hope your apartment isn't too far away..." I replied. She turned and strode off at a determined pace and I had to jog a few steps to catch up. 

We got to her apartment and she led me in. It was dark as we got inside, and as soon as the door closed I pulled her back against my chest. Our lips met once more, the fires we had been stoking in the club now roaring to life. I felt her lips part slightly and her tongue dart out, running deftly against my bottom lip before sucking it into her mouth. She nibbled softly on my lip and I moaned with a passionate hunger. I parted my lips as well and our tongues met in the middle, fighting a mock war for dominance. She was very aggressive, and I was thoroughly enjoying the battle. Her hands were constantly stroking my hair, neck and arms, and I was returning the favor by massaging her shoulders and back as we continued our torrid kiss.

Somehow we managed to find our way to the living room without turning any lights on. Anna maneuvered me around and I felt a push, then the back of my knees hit something solid and I toppled backwards, landing abruptly on her sofa. Anna walked over and turned on one of the lamps, adding a soft illumination to the room. Anna saw my gaze stop on some of the framed pictures around the room and spoke up.

"That's my roommate, Kelly. She's out of town this weekend visiting her boyfriend in Boston." I nodded in understanding as she walked back over to me. She had this predatory gait as she walked, and I felt my pulse quicken in anticipation. I could feel the bulge in my pants straining for release, but I was forced to wait.

Anna stopped when she was standing directly in front of me, then turning and bending over she reached down to remove her boots. I saw her bend at the waist and her mini skirt slide higher up the backs of her thighs, until it almost revealed her ass. She knelt down and picked up her shoes, tossing them over to the side and out of the way. Then she very deliberately placed her left foot on the couch on one side of my legs, then leaned forward and moved her other leg so she was straddling me. I gazed longingly as her skirt slid up her thighs, very invitingly. I placed my hands on her thighs and slowly started to bring them higher when I felt a warning slap on the tops of my hands.

"Not yet," Anna whispered to me seductively. She took both of my hands and placed them palms down on the sofa. "Don't move them, and I'll make it worth your while." She grinned at me as she pulled her hands away, noticing mine stayed put where she had left them. I smiled and nodded, excited at how she was taking charge of the situation. 

Satisfied that I wasn't going to move, Anna shifted so she was sitting on my lap facing me. Her lips came down to meet mine again, and I felt her tongue once more pressing into my mouth. Instead of fighting back, I waited for her to assert herself into the kiss; to take control and direct it as she desired. She was slowly rocking her hips back and forward, and her hands came up to cup my face. I was lost in the moment until finally she broke away, gazing down at me. 

I saw that her hands had moved down to my pants, and in a flash she had undone my belt, opened and unzipped them. She worked one of her hands into the front of my boxers and I felt her gently wrap her fingers around my hardening rod, stroking it softly up and down. She navigated her hand back out of my boxers, her fingers never leaving my shaft. She gazed down with a devilish grin as she saw my cock standing proudly at attention. I felt her lean forward, her lips moving up to gently suckle on one of my ear lobes. Her hand continued to stroke the length of my cock as she shifted up to whisper into my ear.

"I'm not wearing any panties right now." 

With that, I felt her hand cup my hardness as she rocked her hips forward in my lap. Her dripping pussy was now rubbing directly against the sensitive underside of my cock. With a gentle rocking motion she was rubbing herself against me, slowly working up and down. I could feel an incredible heat emanating from between her legs, and I could suddenly smell her arousal as she breathed deeply against my neck.

"Mmm...you're so hard."

I saw that her eyes were closed, her hands wrapped around my shoulders for support. She was panting as she continued to slide up and down, rubbing her clit against my cock. I attempted to move my hips along with hers to increase the friction we were creating, hoping to add to her stimulation. 

"Can I... ohh mmm... Can I tell you something?" she asked me, panting as she spoke. Her eyes never opened and she seemed lost in the moment.

I stuttered to reply, "O-of course," hoping beyond hope that she would continue.

"Ohh yes... mmm... I get so.... I get so wet whenever I see you..."

Hearing her words was turning me on like I had never been turned on before. Her hips were moving a little faster now, she was adding more force to her rocking as I felt her clit grind against my cock. She continued, panting every few words and mewing with pleasure.

"The smell of your cologne.... Mmm.... You have such a sexy walk..."

I was struggling to control myself; the sound of her voice was nearly enough to send me over the edge. It took all of my willpower to keep my hands where they were, palms down on the sofa. With her warm breath on the side of my neck it was one of the most intensely frustrating experiences I had ever encountered. 

"I lock myself in... oh God... in the bathroom... mmm... And I have to touch myself..."

I could not believe my ears. This beautiful woman was describing how she would masturbate, while thinking about me, as she stroked herself against my hardness. Her wetness was dripping down the length of my cock as she rode against me, and I felt her hips start to quiver as she continued speaking. 

"I touch myself... and I think of.... Mmm... how great it would feel... if you were inside me."

I felt her hips slide up and deftly guide the head of my cock between her labia to the entrance of her pussy. Her eyes were open again and I saw her looking down at me. She held herself up, keeping the head of my cock pressed against her opening, but not letting me enter a single inch. 

"Would you like to know what I think of, every time I make myself cum?"

I met her gaze and nodded slowly, not trusting my voice to speak. 

"I think of... this..."

As she finished speaking she brought herself down the entire length of my shaft. I saw her face contort in a mixture of pain and pleasure as my cock split her tender flesh, burying itself completely inside her most intimate of places. I gasped in surprise, surrendering to the intense pleasure she had suddenly thrust upon my cock. My mind was reeling as she started to lift herself slowly inch by inch.

"Oh my God... you feel so good..."

She was lost in rapture as she started to slide back down my cock. Her hips started to rock up and down, slowly at first, but then gradually picking up speed. I started rocking my hips against hers, meeting her as she thrust herself down on me. I felt the walls of her pussy start to quiver and saw her reach down with one hand to start rubbing her clit.

With a gasp she cried out, "Oh my God... I'm... I'm cumming!"

I felt her pussy start to spasm as she ground herself down onto my cock. I felt a warm flood of her juices released as she came, the sensation almost too much for me. She began forcibly bucking up and down, slamming herself down onto my cock as wave after wave of pure pleasure washed over her. I felt her give one last shudder as she came to a halt, keeping my cock buried inside her dripping pussy. 

A few moments passed as she panted to catch her breath. Anna brought her arms around my neck as she leaned down to kiss me. There was tenderness to her kiss, but there was also an underlying passion I could not miss. 

She started to rock her hips again, and I could feel her starting to become aroused once more. She gazed longingly into my eyes as she softly said, "I want to feel you cum inside me..." Seeing my expression she quickly added, "It's ok; I'm on the pill."

I met her gaze and nodded, wanting my own release but having held back until I was sure it was safe. With a devilish grin I leaned forward, whispering in her ear, "If you don't let me move my hands now, though, I may rip these sofa cushions to shreds..."

She laughed and nodded in acknowledgement, releasing my hands with a playful slap to my arms. Immediately, I wrapped my arms around her, crushing her in a big hug as my hips rocked up to meet hers, my cock sliding into her eager pussy. I reached down to the edge of her skirt, sliding my hands underneath to feel the softness of her bare ass. I squeezed it roughly, massaging her ass with my hands, lifting her and pulling back down against me. With every stroke I could feel the walls of Anna's pussy contracting and squeezing my rod, adding to the exquisitely pleasurable sensation. 

My hands moved to the bottom of her shirt and began lifting it up her body. She felt the fabric moving and assisted, bringing her arms up over her head to completely remove the scrap of fabric. Immediately her hands flew behind her back and unclasped her bra, allowing it to fall from her shoulders. She never slowed her movements up and down my rod as she sat topless in my lap. 

I let my hands wander up the front of her body, from her flat stomach to her rib cage, finally letting my fingertips brush against her sensitive nipples. She shivered in excitement as I leaned forward, capturing one nipple in my mouth while rolling the other nipple between my thumb and forefinger. I felt her hands go behind my head, pulling me closer to her breast, trying to get more of my mouth around her sensitive flesh. I heard Anna gasp when I bit down on her erect nipple, adding more pressure as I felt the moistness between her legs increase.




After Hours



Suddenly I felt Anna shift and slide off my lap, standing up in front of me she grabbed my hands with hers and pulled me to my feet. She then turned without saying a word and led me through her apartment, into her bedroom. The glow from the living room was casting enough light into her opened door that she didn't bother to turn on any more lamps. I watched as she stepped forward, found the zipper on her skirt and let it fall to the floor. Gracefully she stepped out of it and moved over onto the bed; sitting down, she looked over to me with a definite hunger in her eyes. 

"You're wearing way too many clothes right now..." she said in a sultry voice. 

I nodded in agreement, and quickly moved to disrobe. My hands pulled my shirt over my head as I felt Anna come forward and help push my pants and boxers down to my ankles. She had me lift first one leg, then the other, so she could help me step out of my clothes. As I threw my shirt to the side I felt a warm breath caress the underside of my cock, and I looked down to see Anna gripping it softly in her hands. I reached down and ran my fingers through her hair, grabbing a handful at the back of her neck. She lustfully gazed up at me as I steered her face towards my cock. 

Her lips parted and I felt the head of my shaft pass into her mouth. She moaned softly as I pressed gently on the back of her head, urging her to take more of my shaft into her mouth. Her lips closed around me and I felt her tongue begin to work back and forth along the underside of my shaft. It was an exquisite form of agony as I stood in front of her, letting her head bob up and down my shaft. I put both hands to her head, steadying myself as my hips began to thrust in time with her ministrations. 

I felt Anna reach up and stroke my cock as her eyes looked up to me. "God, I need you inside me". 

She turned and rolled over, placing her knees on the edge of the bed, looking back over her shoulder at me. "When you pressed against me while we were dancing, this was all I could think about..." She rocked her ass back and forth in front of me, inciting me to plunge into her. I stepped up and brushed the head of my cock against her moist tunnel, slowly starting to press forward. I felt her reach back and gently caress the underside of my shaft as I slowly started to push my cock into her slick pussy. 

Our hips began to move of their own accord, thrusting and lunging in perfect harmony. I heard Anna cry out in ecstasy as my hands started caressing her perfect ass. I felt my balls slapping against her and the sounds of our lovemaking increased. With a sudden inspiration, I brought my hand up and rapidly down across her ass. A loud smack filled her room and she cried out,

"Yes! Harder! Oh, god..."

I continued thrusting fiercely into her love nest as I brought my hand up again to spank her. With each loud slap I felt her body quiver in front of me and her breathing become more ragged. I knew she was getting close and I wanted to feel her explode around my cock. 

I knew I wouldn't last long, so with a concerted effort I maneuvered one hand down her body until I could start manipulating her clitoris. As my fingers brushed against her sensitive nub, Anna's eyes flew open and I felt her body convulse under me. After stroking her clitoris several times, I witnessed a powerful orgasm ripping through her body. Her hands had fallen to her sides, gripping the bed sheets fiercely. Her hips were rocking uncontrollably, and I could hold back no longer.

With a cry of passion I felt my own orgasm come tearing through my body. From the base of my balls I felt the constriction, and instantly my cock began to swell inside her. Anna looked at me and cried out, "Yes! Oh my god, yes! Cum for me!"

Hearing her cry out I responded with one last thrust, burying myself as deep as I could inside her warm treasure. My cock throbbed in ecstasy as wave after wave of cum shot into her blissful depths. Her back arched as she felt me empty myself completely. 

We panted, attempting to catch our breath as we lay there, basking in the afterglow of our amazing coupling. I gazed into Anna's eyes, seeing a slight tear forming on the edge of her eye. She wiped it away quickly and laughed.

"Oh god, I've dreamt about that...but it was never that good in my dreams," she told me honestly, looking for my reaction. 

"Anna..." I started, unsure of what to say, but feeling the need to express myself. Finally, gathering my courage, I spoke up.

"Would you like to have lunch with me sometime?" --- *I hope you enjoyed this story. Comments and feedback are always welcome, as they can help me to plan and improve my next writing endeavor. 

I would also like to give a very special "thank you" to Kalliope for her fantastic editorial assistance. She is a wonderful member of this literotica community and I would encourage anyone looking to write their own stories to reach out to the volunteer editors available.



After Hours



Thanks to all that commented on my previous story, I can only hope that this offering lives up to your expectations.

UK_Dreamer

*

I hated nights like this, they seemed to last forever. It had been a long night at the snooker club, the tables were not that busy and the bar was poorly populated. The only upside to the night was that Chris was in and he was looking good. 

Since I'd started working at the club, pulling in two or three shifts a week after my regular day job just to make ends meet, I had always thought that Chris was hot. He had a short mousy hair, deep brown eyes, a taught slim body and a cheeky grin that made my cock twitch. I had my suspicions that he was gay but no proof to back it up so I had never made a move on him and kept my own sexuality deeply hidden - or so I thought.

All of the players had now left the tables and had settled their bills so I set about clearing the bar and getting rid of the stragglers.

"C'mon ladies and gents, glasses please," I shouted.

There were a few mumbles but everybody started to drain their glasses and head for the door with the occasional call of "Goodnight" as they left. As I was clearing the glasses from the tables I failed to notice Chris heading into the toilet as I followed the last of the nights' drinkers to the door and locked it behind them. As soon as the door was locked I returned to the bar and pumped the volume of the dilapidated stereo up a notch or two and began the work of clearing down the bar and washing the glasses. As I lifted my head above the bar from loading the washer I spotted Chris emerging from the toilet.

"Sorry Chris, I didn't know you were still here. Hold on a sec and I'll get the door for you," I said.

"No rush, I've got the day off tomorrow so I don't need to be in my bed early. How about I give you a hand?" he asked.

"Erm, yeah, sure. That'd be great if you don't mind," I replied.

He came around the back of the bar, grabbed a cloth and passed by me and started wiping the far end of the bar, emptying the drip trays into the sink as he went. It was great having some help for a change; it meant that I could be back home and relaxing half an hour earlier than normal.

As I bent to start unloading the glasses from the washer Chris passed behind me and his body brushed against mine causing me to jump a little.

"Sorry," he said, "it's a bit of a squeeze behind here."

"Don't worry about it," I said as I concentrated on making my excited cock deflate.

He continued past me and went to work on the rest of the bar, wiping the surface, emptying the trays and throwing the empty crisp packets into the bin.

As I finished pulling the last of the glasses from the washer he said "Bars all done, where do you want me to do next?"

"Well you can make a start on the tables if you don't mind. You make a start that end," I said pointing off to the left "and I soon as I stack these I'll start the other."

He headed off and began wiping tables and clearing rubbish while I stood at the bar gazing at the perfect bubble butt that his tight jeans were trying to cover, god, the things I would like to do to that. I felt my dick begin to stir again and reluctantly dragged my gaze away and finished up the glasses and then made my way out into the bar so that I could start helping with the tables.

With two of us working the tables we were soon down to the last one, "I'll do that if you like," Chris said.

"Thanks, I'll give the pool table a quick brush down and then we can call it a night," I replied, thankful for the extra pair of hands.

I grabbed the table brushes from behind the bar and began to brush the green baize that covered the pool table. It's funny how therapeutic the simple act of clearing down was but after a rather dull night in the club I was feeling more up beat than I had all night and I started to whistle along to the tunes coming from the stereo. In fact I was so relaxed that I did not notice that Chris had finished the last table and was standing behind me as I continued to smooth the cloth on the pool table.

As I leant over the table again I suddenly I felt his hands clasp my hips and his groin gyrate against my arse. I turned my head in surprise and his mouth found mine, his tongue fighting to part my lips. After a moment or two getting over the initial shock my lips parted and his warm tongue entered my mouth and began to caress my own, fighting for dominance in my quivering cavity. As we kissed his hand began to caress my body, travelling from my waist and up and down my sides, gently squeezing and pulling. I could feel his cock hardening as he continued to push against me and my own cock began to stir, blood coursing from my rapidly beating heart through my exited body.

Without saying a word he began to un-tuck my shirt and pulled it up my body, when it reached my neck he removed his lips from mine and then pulled it over my head and clear of my arms. Before I could say anything his lips resumed their place over mine and he continued to kiss me deeply and I could do nothing but return his passion, I was at his mercy. As he continued to toy with my mouth his hands began to explore my now naked torso, caressing the smooth skin at my sides and travelling onto my chest and teasing my hard nipples. As his fingers caressed each sensitive mound it felt like bolts of electricity where passing through my body and every nerve ending cried out pleasure and my cock pressed harder against the restraint of my jeans.

As if sensing my bodies' need to be released his hand travelled down my chest and found the restraining button on my jeans and deftly undid it with his nimble fingers. He then slipped his hands into the waistband of my jeans and began to caress my throbbing cock, gently squeezing it with his warm strong fingers through the fabric of my briefs. His hands played along the whole length of the shaft and cupped my balls, manipulating them with his warm hands, and he let his hand wrap around my girth as he gently stroked me, pulling my tight skin over my leaking head causing it to rub against the fabric of my briefs.

He must have read my body as my cock leapt in his grasp because as I neared the point of no return he removed his hands from my cock and began to run them up and down my hips. After a few minutes he hooked his thumbs into the waist band of my jeans and began to push them down my thighs, pulling my briefs down with them, soon I was bent over the pool table with my trousers and pants pooled around my ankles and Chris was still clamped to my mouth.

As our tongues continued to do battle his hands began to massage my exposed arse cheeks, pulling and squeezing the tender flesh. He gently eased my cheeks apart and one of his fingers slipped into the sensitive valley between them and began to stroke its length, gently riding over the warm lips to the entrance of my body. Each time his soft fingers passed over them a shudder of pleasure would assail my body and a moan of pleasure would escape my mouth to be lapped up by his exploring tongue. As the pleasure grew blood was being pumped into my cock causing it to swell against the pool table, the hot gland at its tip riding over the edge and brushing against my bent body. 

I was now so lost in lust that each time I felt his finger passing close to my lips I would push my arse back to meet it, eager to feel it push against entrance and feel it slip into me. Sensing my desire Chris released his mouth from mine and lowered himself to his knees so that his face was level with my arse. Once there he gently eased my cheeks apart and began to lick the area that his fingers had been pleasuring, running his tongue up and down the valley and coating my entrance with his saliva. My body continued to shudder and my cock continued to throb as he took me to levels of pleasure that I had only ever dreamed of before, a slight sheen of perspiration caused my skin to glisten under the strong lights above the table. He parted my cheeks a little more and buried his face deeper into me and I could feel his hot tongue frantically licking my hole and I let out a loud moan as he pushed the soft tip into my body and the pulsing head of my cock began to leak pre cum as it twitched against me.

As he continued to probe me I could feel the muscles surrounding my hole loosen to allow him better access, he forced his head forward and he pushed his tongue deeper into me and began to touch nerve endings that had thus far been untouched. My body was on fire and my head was spinning with desire, my cock was slick with pre cum that was running down the shaft like a river. Chris removed his tongue from my hole, stood up and clamped his mouth back onto mine, as he pushed his tongue into me I could taste the muskiness of my body on him and I battled to devour my scent.

His fingers began to work their way down the valley again and made their way to my aching hole where they were eagerly greeted by my wet, parted lips. Once there he pushed one into me and began to gently stroke the area just inside my body. I pushed back against his hand, wanting him deeper inside me, he responded by pushing against me and forcing the full length of his finger into me. Another shudder of pleasure assailed me and a wad of cum shot from my cock as his finger pressed against the bumpy surface of my prostate gland and began to milk it. I moaned loudly against his lips and, reaching around for his head with my hand, pulled him tightly against me.

I didn't know how much longer I could hold out under his expert touch, but I knew that I wanted more so I started to buck against his hand, using my hips to force his finger to slide up and down my now slick channel. Suddenly the pleasure was doubled as he slid another finger into me, stretching my hole a little wider, joining its twin in the task of exploring me. My body responded by trying to draw them deeper into me by contracting and relaxing its muscles around them, my bucking grew faster, my breathing grew deeper and my skin glistened with sweat. I continued to ride his fingers, enjoying the feel of them sliding up and down my channel and knocking against my prostate . His hands became slick with sweat and juices from my body and I could hear a slap each time I pushed back onto his hand.

His head pulled back from mine and I could see the lust in his eyes as he withdrew his finger from me and brought them to my hungry mouth, he gently placed them on my lips and began to tease me by trailing them around my lips whilst my tongue tried to search them out. After a moment he relented and first slipped one and then the other into my eager mouth where my hungry lips drew them in and my willing tongue lapped up the juices that were coating them. The taste of my body was strong on them and I frantically sucked them clean, enjoying the strong musky taste that coated them. When every trace of my body was gone from his fingers Chris returned his mouth to mine and began to extract the lingering flavours from my tongue while his hands returned to my hips and his groin ground into my arse. I could feel the swelling of his cock through his jeans and pushed my eager arse towards it, wanting to feel it against my skin.

He continued to grind against me for a few moments more and then pulled his hips back a little and released my hips. I could feel his knuckles occasionally brushing my bare cheeks as he battled with the buttons on his trousers, once he had them open he pushed against me again and I could feel his hot cock straining against the fabric of his underwear as he laid it against the crack of my arse. I pushed against it eagerly, willing him to free it so that I could feel his skin against mine. As he continued to grind and I continued to push I could feel the fabric of his underwear begin to get damp as pre cum seeped out of his excited body. His mouth became more frantic and he began to push his lips against mine with a new urgency while his hips pushed his straining cock towards me. 

He pulled his hips back and his hands again left my skin as he reached behind me and lowered the front of his underwear, finally releasing his throbbing cock. While one hand parted my cheeks his other hand gripped the base of his cock and slipped the head up and down my crease, leaving a warm trail of pre cum in its wake. I pushed my body back to meet his and soon the hot head of his cock was nestled against the lips of my hole. I could feel the heat pouring from it and was keen to have it inside me so I pushed back against it. My wet lips parted and I felt him enter me, my lips sliding over his slick head and onto the collar where it joined the thick shaft. Once there I stopped pushing against him and let my muscles relax and contract around him, as I continued squeezing I could feel pre cum from his body leaking into mine and making my channel slick, this time it was Chris' turn to moan with pleasure. 

Slowly, he pushed himself into me and as he began to travel deeper I began to appreciate how big his cock was, my hole was being stretched to breaking point and his swollen head was ploughing deeper into me than I thought was possible, yet I wanted to feel him completely inside of me so I began to relax my body around him. He continued to push forward until I could feel the downy growth of his pubic hair and the rough cotton of his jeans tickling the cheeks of my arse as he finally pressed home the last inch of his huge cock. I hadn't seen his cock but I estimated that I now had at least 10inches of pulsing manhood buried deep inside my body and it felt good. His thick shaft pulsed rhythmically against the walls of my channel and his head throbbed deep in my bowel, warming me with his passion.

After a moment of stillness, allowing me to get accustomed to him, he began to slowly withdraw his mighty pole only to slam it back into me up to the hilt, causing me to take a sharp breath. He was good. 

Each time that he withdrew from me I could feel my body closing up after him, I could feel the warmth that he was leaving behind and I could feel the wet trail of pre cum that was leaking from his cock mixing with the juices that my own body was creating. As his slick shaft slid over my prostate I could feel pre cum oozing from the tip of my cock and leaving a cooling trail as it slid down my own throbbing shaft. 

Each time that he slammed back into me my body was rocked by a more intense pleasure as my channel parted to welcome him and his head slammed deep into my bowels, the heat caused by the friction of his shaft flying over my prostate causing my body to shudder.

He moved his hands back to my hips and he removed his lips from mine. He then pulled his hips back further than before, the swollen tip of his cock almost leaving my body and slammed forward into me again with a force that caused me to lower the top half of my body closer to the surface of the table while my cock was squashed against the edge. With his hands holding my hips he began to fuck me in earnest, his cock flying up and down my greasy love chute and my body loving every moment of it. With my body now being bent so low he seemed to be able to travel deeper into me than before and his cock raked across my prostate with increased pressure, pre cum was not just leaking from my cock now it was running from it like a river swollen by spring rain.

As he continued to fuck me his hands began to explore the flesh on my back and my sides, kneading it and pulling it, awakening my nerve endings. The intensity of his thrusts increased and he used his hands to draw me deeper onto his cock as he thrust into me. As I lay over the table, the green baize brushing against my forehead, I was involuntarily moaning in pleasure, my moans coming from somewhere deep inside of me that had so far in my life been untouched. Above the noise of my moans I began to hear a wet slapping noise each time he thrust into me as the combined juices of his body and mine leaking from my arse mingled with the sweat from our skin as he thrust himself deep into me. I also heard Chris' breathing, hot and heavy, as he continued to exert himself.

Soon his breathing became ragged and shallow and his thrusting reached a new peak. I could feel the shaft of his cock pulsing manically as he pushed into me and the head of his cock burnt deep in my bowels as his body forced blood into it, then I felt the surge of his cum running up his shaft before exploding from his head as he buried himself deep inside of me. He continued to thrust as he came; as each spurt shot from his cock he buried his head deep into my bowels, filling me with his warm sticky seed. I counted four, five, six shots as he continued to cum before the pleasure I was experiencing made me loose count. I could feel his seed deep in my bowels, running deep into my body, coating my channel with his silky warmth. I could still feel his cock exploding as he unloaded more of himself into me and before I knew it I could feel the cum racing thro my own body as it erupted from my own throbbing cock and coated the skin of my stomach.

With his cock still buried in me Chris collapsed on my back physically exhausted from his exertions and I turned my head to face his and kissed him deeply on the mouth until I felt his cock shrink and fall from me.

"Thank you," I said, "that is something I've dreamt about for so long."

"Your welcome," he said giving me a cheeky grin "I knew that you dreamt about it but I got fed up of waiting for you to make a move. How about I help you clear up this place on a more regular basis?"

"You are on," I said.

With that Chris kissed me once more and pushed himself upright, did up his trousers and said "glad to hear it, when are you working next?"

"Tomorrow night," I grinned as I pulled my clothes back on, "in fact I think I'm going to ask for extra shifts!" 



After Hours



The lights had finally gone out and the shop door was locked, I was pleased, it meant we would soon be going home. "Where do you want these?" Emma asked gesturing at the money bags on the counter; "Put them in the floor safe" I replied with a slight smile, this was my favourite part of any night at work with Emma. She knelt on all fours and pulled the lid off the safe, as she did her loose trousers started to ride down, just a little at first, a teasing glance of her lacy black thong, but as she reached into the safe the top of her curvy arse came into view and I was heaven. I watched her arse oblivious of anything else, then I heard a slight cough and looked down at Emma, she was looking straight at me; "enjoying the view?" she laughed as spoke, "sorry" I muttered sheepishly and then darted into the back to grab my coat.

I was just reaching for my coat as she walked into the backroom shutting the door firmly behind her. "I know you were enjoying looking at my arse, its not the first time I've noticed you enjoying it" she looked straight at me as she spoke; "But I'd never noticed just how much" she pointed to the large bulge in my trousers, she stepped up close to me, so close I could smell the sweet scent of her perfume. "I think its time you repaid me for all the free shows you being enjoying, don't you?" I didn't know what to say, but it turned out I wasn't going to have much of a say in the matter!

She grab my balls and squeezed them hard, the mixture of pleasure, pain and shock on my face brought a satisfied smile to hers. "Ok Carl you're going to do exactly what I say, aren't you?" she emphasised her point with another hard squeeze of my balls! 

"Stand in the centre of the room and slowly remove all your clothes" she said as she perched herself on a pile of boxes. I must have hesitated because she suddenly yelled at me to strip my worthless ass; I did as she instructed slowly removing my uniform until I was stood in only my Playboy boxers. She walked over to me and slowly began to circle me, occasionally she would stroke part of my body, each touch sent a shock through my body. Then suddenly she grabbed a hand full of my hair and harshly yanked my head back, she pulled my ear close to her mouth and seductively whispered; "I said ALL your clothes!" She made her point by harshly spanking my ass as she released my head. I quickly stripped, wondering what she would demand of me next.

Emma bent me over a table, like a cop does to a suspect they are going to search, I felt really vulnerable as she stood behind me. She reached between my legs and stroked my rapidly stiffening cock, squeezed my arse checks and then firmly spanked each side a dozen or so times, the pain was bearable, pleasant even, but she must have realised because the next thing she did was grab a plastic ruler off the table and she really went at it. The pain was intense but short lived, "that's you punishment for being a naughty boy, now its time for my reward, your going to give me a lot of pleasure for all the times you've watched me!" 

I was made to kneel in front of her in the dead centre of the room, it was difficult with my sore arse but what happened next made it worth while. Emma slowly began to strip of her uniform, first she removed her pale blue polo shirt, revealing a lacy black bra which was barely restraining her enormous breasts, then she slowly kicked off her baggy trousers to reveal long shapely legs, I ached to reach out a stroke her smooth thighs but I knew I couldn't. She slowly, teasingly removed her bra and I finally saw her amazing tits, they were large and round with rapidly stiffing nipples. I had always longed to see them and they had not disappointed, then she turned around and started to remove her thong, it was torture to watch that beautiful shapely ass and not touch it, almost as if she knew what I was thinking, she called out "if you touch any part of me without my permission then it ends." She turned back round and sat down, looking down at me she offered me one of her feet. 

I started to kiss and caress her foot, while I was doing it she made little moans of pleasure, I switched to the other foot and continued to worship them. After a while she ordered my to start to work my way up her body, I did, each kiss taking me closer to her pussy, each kiss making my cock harder. Just as I reached her pussy she grabbed hold of my hair and held my head in place, just a few inches away from her visibly moist pussy. "You want it don't, you?" she asked with a teasing smile on her face, I nodded. She started to rub her clit with her spare hand, making small circles which caused her breath to quicken and a small moan of pleasure escaped from her lips. 

This was torture and she sent me over the edge by plunging two of her fingers deep into her hot pussy! She rode her fingers hard, her hips bucking as she finger fucked herself mere inches from my frustrated face. As she reached the point of orgasm she cried out and rode her fingers harder still, after her orgasm she slowed down. Emma removed her fingers that were now slick with her own juices; "I bet you wish it was you that had made that happen, her you can taste what you missed out on," saying that she roughly shoved both her wet fingers deep in my mouth and I sucked and licked them clean of her juices, they tasted incredible but it left me wanting more!

"Don't worry" she smiled "you'll get to lick my pussy but first you have to worship the part of me you took such a liking to!" She turned round and bent over the pile of boxes, thrusting her magnificent arse into the air, I slowly started to caress her buttocks and then gently kissed them moving slowly across each one, before running my tongue gently down her arse crack. I slowly parted her cheeks and started to rim her arsehole, she began to moan and knowing she was enjoying it I quickly inserted my tongue into her tight arsehole! If the noise was anything to go by she was enjoying it as much as me!

Suddenly she had turned around and shoved me onto my back. Emma stood over me and after looking at me for a second lowered her pussy over my face, I started to lick her clit the second I could reach! As I was pleasuring her, she grabbed hold of my cock and started to stroke it, the feeling was electric, she started out slowly and gently and then gradually applied more and more pressure and moved her hands up and down quicker and quicker! The feeling was incredible and it made me lick her pussy even harder. Then suddenly her hands stopped moving and she began to lick the top of my now rock hard cock, slowly like it was a lolly pop she teased my bell end with her hot little tongue! I was already in ecstasy as she slipped my cock into her mouth, now we were simultaneously pleasuring each other, Emma used one hand to caress my balls while she sucked my cock, with her other hand she started to probe my arsehole, slowly inserting one finger, then another, the whole time sucking on my cock with all the skill of a pro! Mimicking her actions, I began to slowly finger fuck her arse hole! We stayed like this until she rode out her second orgasm, grinding her pussy hard onto my face.

"I want your cock inside me, now!" she grinned as she climbed off me grabbing a condom from her bag, she put it on me quickly and lowered her dripping wet pussy over my cock and started to ride it, as I lay there being ridden by this beautiful wild women I was in heaven. Emma grabbed her tits and started to squeeze them, excitedly pulling at her nipples and moaning intensely. I reached out with one hand and started to stroke her clit while I squeezed her other nipple with my spare hand, after a while she moved both my hands on to her chest and wrapped hers around my throat, she started to slowly apply more pressure, the sensation was incredible it focused my entire body and I could better feel everything that was happening to me!

We changed positions and I pushed Emma onto her back and began to fuck her as hard as I could, she was scratching at my back with her long sharp finger nails but the pain felt good and I could tell she enjoyed it as I bit her nipples, hard! We were really going for it now, Emma's cries were loud and we were both breathing heavily. As I fucked her, she came again this time I could feel her pussy clamp around my cock and her fingers tore the skin from my back as screamed with pleasure. I pulled out and this time it was Emma that bent over the table!

I slipped my cock back into her and started to fuck her over the table, I gabbed on to her hips and really went for it, I fucked her hard, occasionally I spanked her ass checks which she seemed to like, after a while I pushed two fingers into her arsehole and started to fuck both her holes, with my other hand I grabbed her hair and yanked back her head, she screamed that she loved it and wanted me to cum inside her arsehole! I pulled my cock out of her wet pussy and using her juices as lubrication I pushed my hard cock inside her tight little arsehole and fucked her hard until with an almighty groan I came like I had never come before!

We collapsed in a sweaty heap on the floor, barely moving for a while before quickly dressing and starting to leave, as I set the alarm she said "looking forward to work tomorrow?" I saw the look on her face, and nodded, I'd never looked forward to work so much!



After Hours



This is my first attempt at a submission here. I look forward to the feed back.

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It was getting late and most of the employees had already gone home for the night. The office was practically empty of all people. The only two on this floor was a temp that had just been hired to a few weeks ago. Her wavy brown hair contrasted against her pale skin. She was just tidying up after a long day, getting ready to go home for the night.

He had been watching her for the last few weeks, he became enthralled by her. He fantasized about her when he wasn't around her, he had to have her. Her perky breasts pushed against her thin, dark purple, silk top. Her skirt was tight around her behind showing off her lovely ass. He wanted to tear those clothes off of her and take her hard. But he was a high class executive, he had his image, his career to think about. 

Her busy hands filed away the day's work, she stood and tidied her desk, "Hello there, you are here quite late." His voice startled her as he approached her from behind. 

"Oh goodness, you startled me," her voice was a little shaky from surprise. "I was just about to leave." She smile at him, her face lit up a little as she spoke. "I feel like I need to work harder just to keep up," she started. "I mean not that I don't love my job." She was becoming flustered, "I really do. It's just a lot to keep up with."

As she spoke he watched her, her hands fumbled some papers. "A woman like you shouldn't be careful," his voice was low. "It's late out, wouldn't want to meet the wrong sort of company on your way home." He flashed a smile at her, his eyes were dark with lust. 

A blush crept up her neck to her cheeks as she let out a nervous laugh. "I'm sure I'll be okay, but thanks for the heads up." In an instant his hands were on her she let out a yelp. "What are you doing?" Her voice shook with fear. 

"I'm proving a point." He looked her in the eye as she struggled against his strong hold on her. His hands roamed from her arms to her waist, his touch firm. She trembled lightly under his touch. 

"Please let me go," her voice shook, one of his hands moved its way to her breast squeezing firmly. She let out a gasp, her fear mingled with a little jolt of pleasure. It had been so long since she had been with a man. "Please stop, I won't tell anyone, but please don't do this." She didn't believe her voice, his hands sent goose bumps along her skin.

"I have no intention of stopping now," his voice was rough and filled with lust. He slipped a hand under her shirt, her skin was softer than he ever imagined. His hand made its breast and squeezed hard. She moaned, her face was lightly flushed. "I don't think you really want me to stop." He lifted her up and placed her on her desk.

Her body betrayed her as her boss fondled her roughly. She could feel jolts of pleasure running through her with his every touch. She was trembling, her breath came in quick little gasps. She shook her head, she only half meant it though. 

With one swift movement he tore her blouse open, buttons popping off. He let out a low moan and undid her bra, releasing her tempting breasts. Her nipples perked up practically begging for his attention. He wrapped his hand around her hair and pulled her head back. His other hand pinned her arms behind her.

Her breathe caught in her throat when she felt him pull her head back. When his teeth clamped down on one of her breasts she shuddered and let out a low moan. Her body moved without her permission, her back arched. She pushed her breasts against his face, her nipples hard. She could feel her pussy becoming wet. She was losing her resolve.

With strong arms he lifted her off the desk and bent her over. Using her bra he tied her arms behind her back. "I plan on taking you in every way possible." He lifted her skirt and removed her panties, his fingers trailed along her moistness. 

She struggled against her bindings but moaned when she felt his touch on her most sensitive areas. A shiver ran through her body, she couldn't move, she had no control.

He made his way around to where her face was pressed against the top of the desk. Without a word he unzipped his trousers and discarded them along with his underwear. His dick was hard, he was breathing hard as he pulled her head up by her hair. "Open your mouth," he demanded. When she complied he shoved himself into her mouth as far as he could go. He felt her gag as he took her deep. He thrust into her mouth, taking her with swift strokes. He could feel her tongue moving against his dick and he let out a quiet moan. 

She did as she was told and he thrust so deep into her throat, after a few moments she grew accustomed to his size. Her body grew moist with need as he pumped into her mouth, hard and fast. Her body moved against its restraints every time he thrust hard into her mouth. 

He thrust hard into her mouth holding her there by her hair, she trailed her tongue along his dick sending pleasure coarse through him. He let out a moan and pressed harder into her mouth, her lips were so tight around his member. He released her hair and removed himself from her very talented mouth. He shoved her panties into her mouth, silencing her. He tied her shirt around her eyes, blinding her. Without another word he made his way back to the other side of her desk where her ass stuck up in the air as a silent offering. He lifted her skirt around her waist and slid his dick against her dripping wet entrance. With one hard thrust he buried himself inside her.

She let out a muffled scream as he entered her roughly. It felt as if she was being split in half, he stretched her to her limits. She struggled against her restraints trying to grind her hips against his in silent desperation.

He watched her struggle, it only excited him more. He began thrusting into her with long, hard, even strokes. Each one earned a muffled scream from her, her body was trembling under his as he pounded her hard. The papers on the desk fell to the floor from the force of his thrusts. He slapped her ass hard leaving a red hand print and continued his hard assault on her sweet pussy.

She could feel her pleasure building, her body was shuddering with the extreme pleasure he gave her with every thrust. Her moans were muffled by her panties, her breasts rubbed against the hard wood of the desk. It only excited her more. Her orgasm ripped through her, her body squirmed under his. She lost control, her muffled voice carried through the empty building.

The feel of her muscles clamping down around him set him over the edge as well, with one final hard thrust he filled her pussy with his hot cum. He let out a loud moan and slapped her ass again, the feeling reverberated through him. He pulled out, his dick covered in their combined juices. He was still hard, he needed more of her. "I'm not done yet." He picked her up by her waist enjoying the view of her ass in the air waiting for him to fill her some more. He pressed himself against her ass and entered her slowly.

Her breathing was fast, her body trembled as wave after wave of pleasure coursed through her. Then she felt him press himself against her virgin ass. She began screaming into her gag, her body struggled against her bindings as she tried to escape him. 

Her struggles only added to his excitement. Her screams went unnoticed as he pressed hard into her, burying himself into her. She was so tight around him, her body still convulsing from her orgasm. He pumped himself hard and fast in her ass, reveling in the feel of her around him. He held down with one arm, the other went to her clit and rubbed hard.

The pain slowly died away leaving her feeling so full, his hand on her clit was driving her to another orgasm. Her hips bucked against his as best as she could. His pace increased and she let out a scream, her orgasm ripped through her violently leaving her shuddering and bucking against him.

He felt her orgasm again and slapped her ass hard. He pushed himself deep and hard into her over and over again. He pushed himself towards his own orgasm. With a loud grunt he pushed hard into her ass and emptied himself. He collapsed on top of her, his breathing hard. After a moment to catch his breath he pulled out of her tight ass and slapped it hard again. He retrieved his discarded clothes and dressed quickly before untying her. He left her there, naked and quaking from her orgasm.



After Hours



Why didn't the alarm go off? The sun is too bright for six a.m. and I didn't hear the bread man's truck. It backfires when he leaves at five o'clock. No, it's seven thirty and I need to be in the office in an hour! I'll just freshen up -- what is that on my thigh? Did I bump into something? And why are my nipples awake before I am? Oh, no, it's coming back to me now. Could I really have done all that? 

My new billing manager, Marcy Harder, started work at Joan Bond Consulting, L.L.C. last week. She is a short redhead with an athletic build, ten years younger than me, and twenty pounds lighter. The type that walks ten mile hikes for charities on the weekend, she hadn't mentioned a man. In the interview I asked the standard questions about availability for overtime, and she mentioned that she had no children at home. "A couple hours after work isn't a problem, Miss Bond," she'd told me. "I don't have to be home early."

Robert packed up and ran off two years ago and I haven't looked for a replacement. There have been a few weekend dates with old friends and colleagues that didn't amount to much. I've got no kids and little time left to have any at this stage. My business has always been my real family. 

I'm looking in the bathroom mirror now, and disbelieving my eyes. Purple bruises run from my throat down to my waist. Is that from the clothespins or had she used those stiletto heels? 

Now I turn around in front of the full-length mirror and inspect my thighs. They are not nearly as bad as my ass, which has welts that are still scarlet. If I spread my legs and look there I know it will be chafed inside.

Last night we took our primary customer to dinner at La Panetiere. The customer had hired two young guys to replace his older purchasing agent. It was their first time in Philly since college and they wanted to see the Old City district. My sales director, Donna Carpenter, and Marcy Harder came with me. After a superb filet and dessert, we walked over to the Crowing Fowl for drinks. Then, Carpenter drove the boys down to Delaware Avenue to the overpriced strip clubs. The places along the river are for the tourists; locals have better clubs in their own neighborhoods. Harder and I stayed in the Sansom Street bar for another round. "Do you know if the Cave is still there?" she asked me. "I had to go there for a bachelorette once."

"I don't know," I replied. "I remember that place; I was a bridesmaid and had to go to her party there."

"There used to be some nice clubs up on Third Street," Harder mused. "My friends and I had memberships in some, back when."

Leather bars, dyke bars, after-hours dance clubs for the Wizard of Oz crowd -- that was the Third Street I remembered. Harder and I hadn't talked outside of work, and I wondered if she was coming on to me. My gaydar was rusty, and ordinarily lesbians were much more candid when they hit on me. Other than the usual college roommate infatuation, my experience had only been with men.

It is Thursday morning, I've got a prospective client to meet at lunch, and my presentation folder for the meeting is in my office. There is scarcely time to dress, get in and out of the office, and make it to the restaurant ahead of the prospect. It hurts to put my bra and panties on. 

Vague memories of last night float past in a haze. I don't drink that much anymore, do I? We had Cabernet Sauvignon with the meal, a Sambuca or two after dinner, then beers at the Crowing Fowl. It's all on my Amex but I don't have time now to go over the receipts. I must have been able to drive home. Sure, I remember driving past the Betsy Ross Bridge and talking to someone on the phone. Marcy Harder? Yes, I was giving her directions to my house. I think I remember the long exit ramp to Academy Road. 

I was telling Marcy about Robert, how he left me when I needed him, what a jerk he was. I must have been really drunk. She walked me into the shower and waited until I stopped babbling, and then somehow we were both in the whirlpool tub. We were sitting in the tub with a bottle of Chenin Blanc and a Teddy Pendergrass album playing in the bedroom. I leaned on Marcy's shoulder and told her, "I want to kick Robert's ass." 

Marcy smiled, reached her arm around my shoulder, and said, "Joan, I'd really like to spank your ass." 

I looked at her smiling eyes and wanted to hug her. "Marcy, none of my men would ever play games the way I wanted. Robert talked about threesomes and going to the nude beach, but he wouldn't do anything for me. It was all fine if I tied him up, abused him, and used him as a toy, but he wouldn't do the same for me. After all these years, I'm still better off with my vibrator."

Marcy began playing with my nipple under the sudsy water, saying, "A vibrator can only do what you make it do. A real person can do things for you, and do things to you, and make you do things you never imagined doing."

We sat in the hot soapy water and talked, then rinsed each other down and came into my bedroom. 

My Federalist rowhouse has newly restored nine-over-nine windows and the requisite marble stoop. Classic wooden blinds screen the twin bedroom windows and sheer pink curtains hang against the venetian blinds. The bed has a mammoth carved wooden frame with a headboard, shelves, outlets and corner posts. 

Marcy Harder rooted through my bedside table while I sat naked on a towel on the bed. She produced an inch-wide, four-inch cylinder that resembled an oversized tube of Chapstick. "Do they still make this stuff?" Her eyes lit up as she opened the cap and sniffed. "I remember playing with this when I was in school."

"There's more of that in the fridge," I slurred.

"Yes," she grinned, "I want to see what's in that refrigerator. Why are you sitting up like that?" Marcy gently laid her hand on my right wrist. "Why don't you relax?" she asked. With no warning, she pulled my left hand behind my back and wrapped something around the wrist, then pulled my left arm back toward the headboard. She fastened my left hand to the vertical bed frame and then did the same to the right. My arms were outstretched as far as they could comfortably extend. 

Marcy, still stark naked, went into the bathroom and rummaged through the medicine cabinet. "Do you have a battery toothbrush?" she called. 

"Don't wanna brush teeth now," I mumbled back. "There'esh extras in there. Help ya self."

She emerged with an evil smile across her face. "Oh, I will," she said and walked back to the bed with another length of the sticky bandage tape she had used on my wrists. She pulled my legs apart and wrapped each ankle to its corresponding post leaving me spread-eagled on my back. 

"Marcy," I said as soberly as I could, "I like to play games with people I know a little better. This maybe isn't such a good idea."

Marcy walked across the thick wool rug and looked out at the parked cars. In the darkness gas lamps illuminated the Society Hill street. Twelve feet across the cobblestones some of the neighbors' lights were visible. "Joan," she murmured, "it's nothing to worry about. Nothing is going to happen to you that you don't want to happen." She examined the white cords controlling the horizontal slats and the knotted double cords that raised the blinds. Grasping the heavier cord, she yanked it until the blinds lifted to the top of the window; then, the other blind. Only the filmy curtains draped from their rods. 

Marcy padded over to the front dresser and turned on the two yellow desk lamps, then came back to the bedside table and turned the reading lamp up to 250 watts. Next, she walked back to the rear closet and unplugged the floor lamp by the chair. She lifted the heavy base and lugged the three-way swivel lamp over to the bed. After plugging it into the bed outlet, she turned the floor lamp on at its brightest setting. She looked down at me with approval and said, "I'll be back in a little bit."

The solid thump of a slammed car door roused me. I could hear voices outside the window. "Bright. Morning?" I muttered. 

I heard the refrigerator door open, then the kitchen sink faucet running, and then something rattling against metal. A shadow crossed the doorway and I heard the clinking noise again. "Work. Go?" I mumbled. "Light. Park. Car wash!"

Marcy entered carrying a wide plastic gallon pitcher in both hands. She set it on a towel on the bed stand. The floor lamp was behind her and I could see in silhouette her nipples were erect.

"You keep the extra sticks in the fridge with the K-Y, huh," she announced. "That's good."

Suddenly freezing cold struck the sole of my right foot. I screamed and lunged against the bindings. "Stop that!" I shrieked. 

"I won't ask you to do anything that makes you uncomfortable." Marcy said quietly. "I am going to give you some very simple instructions now so you understand what's going on." She rubbed the ice cube the length of my foot and then against the toes of the left foot. "Tell me what it is you want," she said. 

"Get that off me," I yelled. Another ice cube was creeping up my leg now, slipping up the inside of my thigh and sliding over my belly. 

"You are going to ask me politely, Joan," she ordered, and dragged the cube up to my stomach as she leaned her weight onto it. 

"Get that goddam ice cube off me," I shouted. "Now!"

Now both cubes, melting, were pressed against my breasts as Marcy rolled the wet ice over and around the areolas. "It's very simple. Ask me respectfully." The ice was numbing my nipples a little bit, and the sensation was disconcerting. She took another ice cube and placed it on my curly black pubic mound. "You're going to do what I tell you to do, Miss Bond. You're going to follow directions." The melting ice water was tricking between my legs and my feet were too tightly tied for me to move.

"Marcy," I gasped, "that's enough of this game. Let's play something else."

Marcy took another ice cube and shoved it all the way in between my legs. Then she went back to pinching my nipple and twisting it. "You're not giving the orders here, Miss Bond." She slapped my cheek lightly. She squeezed my chin in her cold fingers and pushed my head back against the pillow, then firmly slapped my other cheek. "Do you understand?"

Marcy had my full, if drunken, attention. She then proceeded to demonstrate how she would enforce my compliance. That explains the bruises. 

It is all coming back to me in lurid detail, and I've got to get to that lunch meeting now. I wonder what Marcy will say to the client.



After Hours



Dropping the phone back into its cradle Morgan leant back in her chair. She took in a deep breath, brushing her fingers back through her long auburn hair before exhaling. It was ridiculous the effect that woman had on her she thought, as she rose from her desk to fetch some water in a poor attempt to rid herself of the knots in her stomach. It was late in the day and most of her co-workers had already left for the night but she'd just been summoned to Alex's office and Alex was not a woman you said no to. She is just your boss Morgan reminded herself. Granted she's beautiful, cold, terrifying and eats people for breakfast, lunch and dinner but still it's just a job and there are others out there. She was a grown woman and a professional and she wouldn't allow herself to feel like a naughty schoolgirl who'd just been summoned before the headmistress. 

Unfortunately the project to which she'd been assigned had not achieved the targets set and she had seen more than one colleague packing up their desk today but that did not mean she was being terminated as well; she'd done everything possible to save that project and if it weren't for her quick action it would have lost money. She gulped the water, binned her paper cup and headed up the stairs, her heart pounding as she went. She'd worked for some tough bosses before, there was no reason for her to find Alex so unnerving but whenever their eyes met she felt naked and the ability to converse like a normal human being left her. It had been like that from day one. It was Alex's predecessor who'd interviewed her that first day otherwise she doubted she'd be here now. 

"Hi Elissa, Alex asked me to come up." She smiled warmly at Alex's Assistant in an attempt to belay the nerves but her eyes failed her as usual and she could feel the pity in Elissa's smile as she asked her to take a seat.

"Alex is just on a call, can I get you a drink?" You look like you need one. The words were unspoken but they both understood the meaning. She shook her head quickly in response. At least she wasn't alone in her discomfort when it came to their boss. Most of the men she worked with described her as a ballbreaker, though never to her face. The women strangely said very little, none of the usual office bitchiness. Alex had worked hard to get to the top which they respected but she was terrifying and intimidating as well and when she set her mind to something she pursued it with a predatory zeal.

"Elissa, send in Morgan and then you can leave for the night." The sharp tone reverberating through the intercom interrupted her thoughts.

She rose purposefully, took in a deep breath and strode into the office determined not to be a coward. "Alex, you're looking well. I understand you've expressed some concern at the outcome of the Park Project and I think that there are several minor changes we could make to tighten the budget across future projects. I'd be--"

"I'd love to hear them but that isn't the reason I called you here." Alex was seated at one of the two sofas in the room rather than behind her desk. Her tone was clipped as usual and her athletic body was encased in its usual power suit but the top button on her blouse was undone and her hair was loose. She crossed her long legs and leant forward slightly, her blonde hair falling forward. "Why don't you take a seat?" 

Unnerved by the interruption, the panic she'd being holding back returned at full force and she stuttered an acceptance as she quickly sat across from Alex on the other sofa. The seat pulled her in and she twisted to assume a more professional appearance and as she did so she couldn't help her eyes from running up the length of Alex's body. A sudden urge to reach out and brush her hair from her face came perilously close to taking over and she shook herself internally. She was so used to seeing Alex with her hair pulled back painfully tight; finding her looking relaxed was unexpected. As she noticed Alex's smirk at her unease she grimaced slightly and responded "So if you didn't want to discuss the Park Project, then what exactly can I do for you?"

Alex smiled gloatingly as if she'd won an undisclosed challenge. With feline eyes and a captivating sway in her hips she crossed the small space between them and seated herself beside Morgan on the sofa. "I had wanted to discuss a new project that I've selected you to take lead on," she spoke slowly and deliberately, "but when you look at me like that I can think of something far more enjoyable that you could do for me." She enunciated the last words and placed a perfectly manicured hand at the top of Morgan's thigh.

Morgan's heart pounded violently and she blushed crimson as she tried to find some way to respond. She could feel Alex's nails grazing her inner thigh, her eyes never leaving Morgan's face, watching her response closely. Her breath had left her body, her throat felt dry and tight and her nerves jittered. A distracting heat began to radiate out from deep down inside her; the inappropriateness of the situation only inflaming her body further. She bit her lip and looked back at Alex. She couldn't believe this was happening; she'd been so sure that Alex had called her here to chew her out over the budget on Park and she couldn't believe that someone like Alex was interested. Slowly she reached out her hand and swept her fingers through Alex's silky hair, her fingertips tingling as she made contact urging her to draw closer. Suddenly she withdrew her hand, shaking her head. "This is crazy, someone could come in."

"No-one's going to disturb us but I'm glad that's your only concern." Alex took her hand and led her across the room and around the desk. "You always act so nervous and shy around me but then you look at me with those big dark eyes and I know precisely what you're feeling." She pushed her up onto the desk, Morgan's skirt riding up her thighs. "Then you bite that lip and I just want to taste you."

Morgan gasped, the tension in the pit of her stomach overpowering, her skin tingling with desire. "I never thought--" 

"You're thinking it now though and you felt it before." Alex leaned in, her eyes enticing Morgan to come closer, she flicked her tongue across Morgan's bottom lip before briefly nibbling it and taking full possession of her mouth, increasing the pressure gradually, teasing her with every stroke of her tongue. Sensing Morgan's returned hunger she slid the jacket from her shoulders, pushing Morgan back as she did so and released her mouth to allow her lips to move downwards trailing Morgan's neck as she used the jacket to pull the redhead's arms back towards the desk, forcing her breasts to push forward, the peaks of her nipples clear against the tight satin blouse. "You were always so shy and then you marched into my office bold as brass, telling me I need to make changes to my business. Now that cannot go unpunished." 

"Punished? This is about punishing me?" Fear gripped her while her body continued to throb traitorously, aching to be devoured. Alex untied Morgan's blouse sliding one arm round her caressing her curves, her nails dancing across her back and sides while using the other to torment her nipples with skilled strokes. Morgan looked for a distraction to help her think clearly. Alex was so intense; it was as terrifying as it was erotic. "Wait, the blinds are open, they'll be able to see us from the office across the street." 

"Well if you're a good girl I might push you up against the glass as you come so they can see just how hot you are for me but for now I think I'll play some more." 

Morgan's heart was pumping in her chest harder than she'd ever felt before, her nipples were crying out to be touched again and a building arousal was causing her core to pulsate uncontrollably. Alex unhooked her bra quickly and took one of her nipples into her mouth, her tongue encircling it, her teeth tugging gently, tantalisingly close to pain as her hands cupped and kneaded Morgan's breasts. 

Morgan couldn't resist her hunger, her hands slid through Alex's hair and she pulled her face up towards her claiming her mouth, nipping her cherry red lips with her teeth as she did so. Alex's moan gave her a momentary sense of power as she unbuttoned her shirt, releasing her breasts and taking them in her hands. She really was beautiful Morgan thought.

"Not yet, I have a promise to keep." Alex commanded pushing Morgan back onto the desk. She'd been fantasising about getting Morgan alone in her office like this for months and she was determined to savour every moment. With devoted precision she peeled off Morgan's skirt leaving her in just her underwear. Her eyes devoured Morgan's curves and her hands brushed and stroked her body with fervour.

The breeze from the air conditioning taunted Morgan's already sensitised body causing her to shiver. Her eyes sought out Alex, ready to follow her every instruction. It was freeing she thought as she lay back, giving herself over completely to the sensations running through her body. Captivated as Alex adeptly spread her legs and kissed her way slowly up, lapping at her thighs before covering her with her mouth and breathing out deeply. The heat from Alex's mouth through her underwear caused Morgan's body to arch. She reached out suddenly, aching to return Alex's embraces.

"Oh no, not yet." Alex pulled Morgan up from the desk, turned her round and bent her face down over it. "Now spread your legs more so I can see you." Alex used her knee to nudge Morgan's thighs apart. Sliding her hands down Morgan's sides and into her underwear she slowly slid them from her body. Standing behind Morgan she grasped her buttocks firmly, moulding them with her hands as she slid down to her knees. Sliding one hand between Morgan's thighs she swirled her thumb provocatively against her folds feeling her warm and moist in her hand. Twisting her hand she used her thumb to circle her clit, kissing and nipping the curve of her buttocks as she did so.

Morgan's body rocked against Alex's thumb eager to find its release. She thrust back with her hips inviting Alex's fingers to claim her. Instead Alex slid down to her knees, spreading Morgan further to allow her to replace the probes of her thumb against Morgan's clitoris with her tongue, swirling around it before clamping her mouth firmly over it, suckling and swallowing before plunging her fingers into her. Morgan cried out in desperation "Now, please now." Alex stopped suddenly. "No..." Morgan moaned. "Please I need..."

"Tell me." Demanded Alex, "Tell me what you need."

"Please let me come" gasped Morgan the need rippling through her.

"Do you remember what we talked about?" asked Alex breathless with barely concealed excitement.

"What?" 

"Come with me."

Alex pulled Morgan up from the desk and manoeuvred her across to the full height glazing. "Oh god no, you can't mean it."

"Oh but I do." Alex pressed Morgan's naked form up against the glazed panel where she started to pull away. "Trust me, don't think, just go with it" murmured Alex her hot breath against Morgan's neck. The glass she was pressed up against was cold, numbing the tender ache in her nipples but refocusing all her need at her core, she shuddered, her body starting to spasm in anticipation for what she knew Alex would give her if she would only remain in position. 

"Open your eyes."

"No."

"We have company; you wouldn't want to appear rude now would you? And I so want to be back down there between your thighs."

Morgan gasped with need and shock, opening her eyes but instead of focussing on the office across the street she caught Alex's reflection in the mirror. Saw the flush in her cheeks, the elation and need. Need for her? Alex wanted her, badly. The realisation rocked her. Suddenly all she wanted was to please this woman and she pressed herself up against the window harder. "In the office across the street is a brunette lying back on her sofa. She's sliding her hand inside her skirt touching herself as she watches us. So let's not disappoint her shall we? Get on your knees and fuck me with your hands and your tongue."

Alex's eyes blazed in the windows reflection and she spun Morgan round kissing her hard, bruising her lips, pulling her tongue into her mouth and sucking it quickly before spinning her back round against the glass. Dropping to her knees she spread Morgan's thighs with her hands before sliding her thumb up inside her, rotating it gently. Rising she slid her tongue into her cleft, flicking it with increased urgency against the swell of her clitoris. Hearing Morgan's moans reaching their peak she quickly rose pressing her body up against Morgan so she could feel her bucking against her. Sliding one hand in front to continue the strokes, she slipped the other between Morgan's thighs, her fingers probing deeper as she inserted one, then two, then three before spreading them to fill her. 

Morgan was gripped, moaning deeper now as she submitted to Alex. She could feel the ache building deep within her, heat rushing through her thighs and her abdomen. Pushing up against the glass harder and throwing back her head she roared her release, her body clenching Alex's fingers, consuming her and draining her at once. As her legs threatened to buckle she turned using Alex's body to steady herself and watched as Alex raised her fingers to her mouth and sucked them dry.

"Why don't we move this to the couch, you should rest a moment," Alex suggested generously.

"Oh no, I'm just getting started," replied Morgan suddenly emboldened. "Only this time, you'll be doing exactly what I say and if I'm not satisfied I'll bend you over that desk and spank your arse until it's red raw, and sweetheart, you are definitely going up against that window!"



After Hours



We closed the kitchen at 10:30. The last patrons left around 11:15. The 4 remaining employees (kitchen staff and wait staff) began the tedious nightly cleanup. I wiped down the grill, wrapped the open food, disinfected the cutting surfaces .............do you really want to hear the details? I don't think so.

Emily and Jessica completed their tasks in the front, tables set, rug vacuumed, chairs in place.

"Goodnight, Carlo," they called back.

"Goodnight, my little chicadees. See you tomorrow." 

They left by the back door.

Rachel continued to tidy up the Maitre D' area, while I put the finishing touches on the kitchen. 

Let me say a few words about Rachel. I know little about her, except that she has a boyfriend, and lives not far from the restaurant in an apartment in a marginal part of town. I have had my eye on her since she came to work here about 4 months ago. She is, in a word, HOT. Although she dresses conservatively, I have from time to time caught a glimpse of her, backlit by the track lighting. She wears very skimpy thongs, colorful push up bras, and I can't swear to it, but one night I think she may not have been wearing panties at all. It's a good thing I was behind the griddle after that. It would have been embarrassing if anyone had seen my hard bulge.

I have made no moves on Rachel, and she appears to have no interest in me. I think I'm a reasonably good looking guy, but I'm not exactly a winner when I have grease running down my apron, and sweat pouring off my head.

"Hey, Rachel. How you doing?" 

I heard footsteps coming back to the kitchen. She appeared at the door. 

"I'm fine," Pause, hand on hip. "And I'm also good, or so I'm told." 

She smiled at me seductively. I was speechless. In a million years I would not have expected flirtation from Rachel. She turned and walked away before I could say anything.

Now what? Was that a real come on, or was she pulling my chain? Only one way to find out. I peaked around the door. She had her back to me, and was meticulously sorting the flatware. I turned, removed my apron, wiped my greasy head, washed my hands, ran to the bathroom, brushed my teeth, and peed. All of this took less than 1 minute (it's amazing how motivated a man becomes when the possibility of sex is in the air).

I peaked again, and Rachel was still sorting flatware, taking her sweet time about it. Usually the girls want to get out as quickly as possible, but Rachel seemed in no rush. I walked softly toward her. When I reached her, I touched her neck with my thumb and finger, so softly that she might not even have known I was there. She shuddered almost imperceptibly. I left my hand where it was, and she did not turn around, and she did not say anything. I reached my other hand out and touched her waist, the silky feel of the dress allowing me to slide my hand up and down. Rachel continued to sort flatware, silently. Little did she know that this sort of pretend scenario is my fondest fantasy. That she should find it appealing was making my brain explode.

I closed in on her from behind, and pushed my body against hers. I already had a raging hard-on, which she could not have failed to notice. I didn't want to push things too fast. I just love the tease.

She pushed back against me, rubbing her ass where it counts, but so slowly that I could have cum right on the spot. I felt a moan in my throat, but I suppressed it. I reached around her with both arms, and pulled her tight against me. She touched my hands with hers, and uttered a tiny whimper.

The longer we went without talking, the more excited I got. And it was pretty clear that she was having the same reaction.

I nuzzled my nose in her hair. Even after a long evening of waiting table, her hair was soft, and smelled delightful. I inhaled deeply. She took one of my hands and placed it on her breast. I could feel the bra inside, and I was pretty sure that was an erect nipple pushing back at me.

Rachel took both of my hands, pushed them down, and pushed me back away from her. I wanted to protest, but I knew that talking would spoil everything. I stood there. She stood there, still facing away from me. I could see from her arm movements that she was undoing the buttons on the front of her dress. She slowly dropped the shoulders, then dropped the dress to her waist. I could see the lavender bra, a wholly cotton affair with no clasps. Her back was creamy, the area where her waist widened to her hips oh so enticing.

She stood still for a moment, then dropped the dress to the floor. She was wearing no panties!!! Holy shit, I wanted to push her down right there and fuck her brains out. But I controlled myself. She did NOT turn around. She reached back with her hands and motioned for me to come closer. I didn't have to be beckoned twice. 

I moved up against her again, my cock pushing hard against the crack of her sweet ass. She rubbed that crack up and down, and then reached behind to touch my cock. She had magic hands, even with my clothes still on. Then she unzipped me, reached inside, and began to play with my hard-on. Through my boxers, no less. Not actually touching my cock with her hands, but rubbing the silk along the shaft. What an amazing tease she was.

She reached around with her other hand, and using both hands, undid my belt, and the clasp. My pants dropped to the floor. I pushed my shoes off with each foot, and kicked the shoes and the pants away. My cock instantly popped out of the front of my boxers. I pushed it up against her nakedness. She lifted herself up on her toes, and opened her legs enough for me to slip my cock under her ass and out the front. She was sopping wet. I slid back and forth while she began to arch her back. I could feel my cock parting her wet lips a little at a time, until I was actually touching her clit with my glans on the forward thrust. She was no longer whimpering, she was moaning. She put her arms around my back, and pulled hard. She moved to one side, pulling me with her. We walked in this awkward manner to the nearest table. She released her hands, and bent over the table. She raised her ass the way Monkeys do when they are in heat. I was sure I had died and gone to heaven, and gotten my reward for being such a good chef all these years.

So far not a word had been uttered, and I liked it just that way. Rachel spread her legs, and I entered her pussy from behind. She let out a yelp. I moved ever so slowly to prolong this dreamy experience. In and out I went, to the hilt, then all the way out until just my glans was in her. I could not recall ever being with a woman who was so wet with excitement. I reached under her to tweak her clit. Another yelp. She reached under herself to rub her nipples, through her bra. I continued to massage her clit, while slip sliding in and out of her. Her yelps were mixed with moans now, and her body was shuddering and writhing. I began to go in and out faster and faster. I was close to cumming, but I wanted her to cum first.

She pushed hard, back against me. She uttered a low scream, then a louder one. This was it. I jammed myself in deep, growled, and as she let out one last loud scream of ecstasy, we both came together. Her legs got weak, and she flattened herself on the table. I kept pumping while I stayed hard, and she just whimpered helplessly. We calmed down after a couple of minutes, me still inside her, but getting smaller and softer.

I would have wanted to stay that way for an hour, but it was not all that comfortable a position. I pulled out. Rachel stayed on the table for about a half minute, then slowly pushed herself up to standing. She never turned around, so I couldn't see her face. She walked over to her dress and bent over to pick it up. She then walked to the bathroom, doubtless to clean up.

I wiped off my cock, put it back in my boxers, put my pants and shoes back on, and waited. A moment later a fully clothed Rachel emerged from the bathroom. She gave me a brief smile, grabbed her coat, and exited the rear door, leaving me wondering what had happened, why, and if I could dare to hope that it would happen again.



After Hours



Thank you to all those who read and commented on this story and who encouraged me.

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She had no idea how long she was waiting for him. She could hear the rhythmic ticking of the clock, aggravating her, heightening the anticipation. She tried to count down the seconds, each loud tick echoing within the bare room vibrating through her skin. She knelt upon her cushion, her back straight, head held proudly high, her eyes downcast. Her thighs slightly spread, her hands lightly resting upon her knees. 

Where was he?

She didn't dare to move to look at the ever-insistent clock to check the time or to stop the infuriating infernal ticking. She exhaled as she tried to block the sound out, and instead mentally replayed the conversation they had earlier; she had asked him what he wanted to do that night. "Surprise me," he had told her. She had sighed in mock frustration and teased him that she will surprise him all right. With a pile of work, while she sits back and enjoys a cup of coffee. The rich laughter that boomed through the phone still warmed her. She entertained the thought for a moment, of him in a flowery apron, pink bow in hair, knitting a purple sweater. She chuckled at the mental image. 

The movement caused the silky sheath to graze her nipple. The garment did nothing to hide her body; rather, it accentuated her nakedness. Her nipples hardened, pushing the fabric away from her form. She settled more comfortably on her knees and straightened her back as the silk flowed from her breasts to the thin, flimsy belt cinched around her waist before following the flare of her hips. 

She began to feel apprehensive, with each passing moment heightening the intensity. She wondered if something happened, if he was safe. What happened if he was delayed at work, an unforeseen appointment coming in and he had to work late? What if he was in an accident? Or what if he... forgot? She shook her head at the last thought, but it did not prevent her mind from flying to numerous possibilities, each one more dramatic than the last. She firmly told her mind to shut up and giving herself a mental smack, concentrated on her posture and the increasing pulsing of her desire. 

Where was he? 

Her heart pounded. She heard the engine pulling in and the unmistakable sounds of his footsteps: she recognised the gait of his walk from anywhere. Her skin began to tingle. The door cracked open and he called out as he walked in, "Baby? I am so sorry! The traffic was unbelievable and my phone died."

There was no response. Of course there wasn't. She was on her knees in the middle of the room, waiting. Waiting for his pleasure. "Baby?" He asked again. It's not like her not to answer. "Hey, baby?" Silence. "Baby! Where are you?" She could hear the creeping displeasure in his voice. She swallowed hard, the thrill of excitement shuddering through her body, the anticipation thick, knowing that her silence will only increase the intensity of the moment for them both.

The door to the room flew open. "Baby! You know when I cal..." His voice trailed off as he saw her, kneeling, her thighs open, the glistening hint of her desire for him peeking from beneath the garment, waiting... ready for him.

He walked into the room and quietly closed the door. There was a pause as she could feel him taking in the scene spread out in front of him. In her mind's eye, she pictured what he saw. The room was dark, the light of the lamp reflecting on the highly polished hardwood floor, emitting a warm glow. Her form, sheathed in gauzy silk, was kneeling on the red-black velvet cushion in the middle of the room. Next to her was a low table, their favourite implements carefully placed, the leather of the whip and flogger lightly oiled. She heard the soft chuckle as he spied the wooden spoon too casually laid out. She bit back a smile, her dimples flashing as he continued to take in the display. The ropes were neatly coiled beside the handcuffs, resting next to the lengths of leather. The edge of the freshly sharpened knives glinted under the light, winking wickedly, beckoning him. A single rose, the thorns delicately adorning the stem, stood in a vase, completing the offering. Whether he chooses to use them or not would depend. He may choose to use his hands, his fingers and his teeth instead. He may not, but she knew without a single shred of doubt that he will take her, that he will stake his claim on her, true to who they are. The uncertainty, the anticipation of all the possibilities tightened her nipples, further pushing the silk, belying the calm profile that she presented to him. 

He took a step closer, the floor echoing his footfall. She could feel him so close to her. She knew that if she just moved even a fraction of an inch, she would be able to touch him. He grazed her nipple, feeling it harden under his fingers, speaking of her excitement. His growl was music to her. She inhaled, her nostrils flaring, desperate to catch his scent... ah, there it was. The smell of him, of his masculinity, of his unmistakeable primal side, was intoxicating, making her mouth water. She knew, without even looking, that his arousal was growing.

She could feel the slight change in the atmosphere, the air thickening as he began to shed his role that he presented to the outside world and allowed his true self to emerge. He breathed in deep and exhaled the last of his outside self, allowing himself to be revealed in their sanctuary. This was their room, a place where they could be their complete selves, where they could allow their natures to roam unfettered. There was no barriers in this room, no pause, no civility. His breathing became more even, deeper. She no longer needed to bite her lip to keep herself from smiling. She, like him, fell deeper into her true self. She could almost taste him, taste his desire to dominate rolling off in waves from his body and could feel herself radiating her need, her hidden nature that she only presented to the man standing over her, the man who truly understood her. It is in this room that they could freely revel and celebrate who – and what - they are. 

He grasped her jaw and firmly lifted her chin; she raised her eyes to meet his. He stared deep into her eyes as she unblinkingly met his gaze. There was no false modesty, no pretty blushing, no coy playfulness in her look. Instead, there was a raw hunger for him as he pierced through her eyes with his desire, the intensity burning his mark onto her soul. He lowered his head and kissed her hard, his tongue probing her mouth, taking possession of her. She moaned low in her throat as she instinctively leaned into him. His hand moved to the back of her head, his fingers weaving through her mane, trapping her to his lips. Her hands itched to touch him, to feel the thundering of his heart, to cup him. Not this time. This time, she surrendered to him, to his pleasure.

He broke their kiss and pulled away, his eyes boring deep into hers. 

"Were you anxious?" he asked. She didn't answer. It was something that she had to work on, her penchant to worry if he didn't contact her. She looked away. His hand tightened his grip on her hair and yanked back her head.

"Were you anxious?" he demanded, his voice hardening. He, like her, rarely repeated anything. She licked her lips.

"Yes," she whispered. "For a bit I was." There, she admitted it and waited patiently for the repercussion that was sure to come. 

"Why?" This time there was no hesitation.

"Because it's not like you to be late," she replied simply. "And so I wondered." She stood there, her eyes lowered as he taught her, his fist tangled in her hair as she felt his eyes studying her face, contemplating. A brief moment and she felt a sudden sharp thwack on her ass, the pain throbbing through her skin. He decided to use the wooden spoon – a tool of bliss now used for one of punishment. As much as she enjoyed, even needed the pain from being smacked, there was no pleasure in this. 

Her eyes stung with unshed tears, not so much from the physical pain but from the pain of disappointing him. She closed her lids to hide her shame from him. 

"Look at me," he ordered. With a deep breath she obeyed. He stared deeply into her soul, his frustration evident. Each smacking was harder than the one before. She tried to keep a mental count, but the pain was too sharp, the disappointment in herself too great to do so. She rapidly blinked, holding back. He alternated between the spoon spanking her ass and his hand. She began to choke on her sobs, almost blinded by her tears, but she still held his gaze. 

The smacks stopped only to be replaced by the warmth of his hand as he rubbed her sore skin. He enveloped her into his arms, his strong hands kneading her back. She cried, whispering, "I'm sorry" over and over into the crook of his neck. 

"Shh. It's okay, baby," he told her, cupping her face, wiping her tears. "It's over." She shuddered and nodded. It's done, it's dealt with, and it's over. His disappointment was assuaged and the punishment was closed. 

"You okay?" he asked. She wiped any last errant tears from her face with the back of her hands. 

"I'm okay," she reassured him. He grabbed her shoulders and looked straight into her eyes.

"No more of this doubting, you hear?" She nodded. The corner of his eyes began to crinkle. "So now what?" She grinned and lightly cupped him. He chuckled. "Insatiable, aren't we?"

"For you? Always." He wove his fingers through her hair and brought her close to his lips. She groaned as she closed the gap, his moist, warm mouth descending to capture her. She kissed him greedily. She pressed against him, her hips grinding against his. His hands twisted at the base of her head, chaining her to him. She drank in the sound of the rumble of his groan as it vibrated through the room. They pulled apart, breathing hard and staring at each other, their eyes dark with intense desire, their growing heat palpable. 

After long moments he released her hair and she fell to her knees. He stood tantalisingly close. She could smell his arousal, his crotch just inches away from her face. She began to pant as his hands began to casually remove his clothes, clenching her fists, nails digging into her palms to contain her impatience. After an indeterminable, even unacceptable, long time, he stood naked in front her, his hardness tempting her. Her mouth began to water. 

He reached down and ripped open the gauzy fabric, the belt flying, exposing her completely. Almost casually, he grabbed her turgid nipples and pulled them up. She inhaled sharply through her teeth and glanced up. His eyes captivated her. Staring at her face, they were dark with desire, hard with want, a want that mirrored her own. He twisted the nubs hard, distending them, almost as if he wanted to rip them off of her breasts. The sharp pain was exquisite.

She whimpered as his hands left her breasts. The heat of the pain radiated through her body. She wanted more, needed to feel the power of his dominance. He slowly pushed the torn silk off of her body, rendering her as naked as him. Her back straightened, her breasts thrust forward, her bruised nipples proudly standing in sharp contrast against her skin. Mauling her breasts, he brought her to her feet, making her stand on trembling legs so close to him but not quite touching. She began to breathe heavily. Without any preamble, he slipped in a finger into her apex. Her juices seeped. She rolled her hips against his hand, aching to feel him fully. 

"So wet for me, aren't you, my sweet?" She moaned in response, her hips thrusting harder against his hand, yearning for a release. "Don't you dare cum. Not until I tell you," he growled. She gripped his shoulder and bit her lower lip hard, almost drawing blood. She was so aroused, her body was humming and his playing her like his own instrument did nothing for her control. 

"Please," she whispered. She throbbed around his finger. He withdrew and cupped her face, her scent gracing his skin. He stared into her eyes before kissing her hard, possessing her, claiming her through his kiss. She knew that some other time he would conquer her with his lips, teasing and tempting and controlling her pleasure, bringing her to the peak over and over until she could no longer see or breathe, but not this time. This time she is his vessel, a tool for his pleasure. She almost came from that thought as her fingers dug into his shoulders, her sore breasts pressing against his chest. 

They broke apart and she saw him swallow. They stood there in each other's arms, breathing hard. Suddenly, he pushed her onto the table, the implements digging into her back. As she settled more comfortable, he grabbed her jaw and shoved his hardness deep into her throat. She moaned at the intrusion, welcoming the possession. She arched her back to take him deeper, her tongue rubbing his shaft, feeling his silky hardness.


"Play with your tits," he growled. She didn't need any encouragement – her hands were already flying to her breasts before he even spoke. Her fingers twisted and pulled her nipples, tugging them hard. He groaned as he began to thrust himself deep into her throat. She gagged, the walls echoing the sounds loudly. He slipped his finger into her, toying her clit. Her juices seeped out, covering his hand. She could see his smile as he thrust his fingers into her depth, hooking up, using her as leverage to bring himself even deeper into her mouth. Tears poured, her saliva boiled to cover him as he pummelled her holes, her gags echoing in the bare, wooden room. He placed his other hand over her throat, trapping her, feeling the column expand as he pushed deep. She couldn't move even if she wanted to. Her hips began to grind against his fingers, her body desperate for release. She whimpered. 

"Not yet," he murmured. She couldn't have pleaded with him even if she was able to. Her mouth was filled with him, his balls pressed against her nose. She at once tried to push him away and to swallow him whole. He continued to pound her throat, using them both for glorious pleasure. He thrust hard and paused. She could feel him growing thicker, stretching her lips as her tears flowed. He lightly squeezed her throat, feeling it expand with his hardness. "Mine," he rumbled. "My throat, like it is my cunt." She groaned in agreement, her lips tight around him, barely able to breathe. He rubbed his thumb over her throbbing clit, his fingers pressing mercilessly at her deep spot. Her nails dug into his ass, trying to distract herself from his sweet torment. 

"Cum for me, my sweet," he ordered quietly. She almost sobbed with relief. She was barely holding on. She arched her body, letting go of the ball of erotic tension that threatened to overtake her, groaning against him, muffling all sounds, her mouth full of his taste. Her orgasm spread through her like liquid fire, leaving her panting and craving more.

He pulled out of her mouth suddenly. She pouted at the loss of fullness. Helping her sit up, he raised her to her feet. She panted, staring him full in his face, her lips covered in his precum. He caught a drop rolling down her chin with his damp finger and fed it to her. She took it greedily, her lips tight, sucking his digit, tasting the intoxicating cocktail of their juices. He pushed down over her tongue, making her gag for a brief moment, the sound loud in the wooden room. 

He grabbed her shoulders, spun her around and pushed her to her knees. She could feel him settling behind her, his heat radiating. She shivered as she felt his fingers trace up her spine and settle around her neck, pushing her forward. She bent, her face to the floor, her ass high, her back arched, her nails trying to grip the smooth surface. He drew his hardness through her aching sex, covering the tip with her wetness, teasing her. She moaned, craving to feel him deep within her. 

He grabbed her full hips and pushed himself into her moist depth with one fluid motion, buying himself to the hilt. She could feel his full balls nestled against her clit. She rolled her hips, needing for him to pound her, to claim her, to possess her. With one hand on her hip, the other at the back of her neck, he began to thrust deep, the rhythm of their coupling hard and furious. He gripped her hard – she knew that in a few hours, new bruises would form, a temporary tattoo of his ownership. She shivered at the thought, adding to the tension that is threatening to take over. Thrills began to cover her body as she felt him move deep inside her. She squeezed his shaft, trapping him deep within her, knowing that the tightness would make him erupt. He snaked his arm around her and began to rub her clit in response, the assault sweet. Her body tightened, the need for release overwhelming. She began to beg wordlessly, her voice hoarse. Her hips started to buck, trying to make him lose control, to bring out the depth of his complete self. His thrusting came harder, the jerks more unsteady as he was being pushed to his edge. 

"Cum," he gasped out. With a loud groan, he pushed in her, his tip kissing her cervix, flooding her and held there as her walls clamped down, milking his seed, needing every drop. They collapsed together, panting hard, his breath tickling her ear. After a long moment, he withdrew from her and rolled onto his back and opened his arms for her to come in. He held onto her tight, cradling her to his chest as the thundering of their hearts slowed. His hands lightly soothed her bruised skin, his lips pressed against her hair. Silence reigned as they basked in the glow, their appetites satiated for now, their true selves celebrated. She raised her head and studied him for a moment. 

"Couches." He looked at her in surprise.

"Cou – what?"

"Couches," she repeated.

"Couches?"

"Couches," she nodded. "That's what we need in here. Low couches covered in warm blankets." He rolled his eyes at the sudden, abrupt and totally random topic change. She continued. "I mean, think about it. One or two wide low couches, throw in a few soft rugs, maybe a throw or two, pile it with pillows, and we don't have to lie on the floor, as comfortable as your arms are, my all. Oh oh oh!" she exclaimed excitedly. "We could even have an indoor fire pit in that corner over there. With the lighting and the wood, it could be like a yurt or a ger – earthy and cosy." She looked at him and burst into laughter at his confused look.

"You want to talk about interior decorating now?" he asked in disbelief. She snuggled deeper into his arms, sighing, her hand playing with his chest hair. 

"I take it that you don't won't want to discuss colour schemes?" she teased. He chuckled.

"How about if I say we'll think about it?" He looked down at her, her head resting against his shoulder. He smiled. "You know I want to build them, right?"

"Now?" she teased.

"Good God, woman! Later!" She grinned at his mock scolding and lightly nuzzled his neck. She leaned over for a deep kiss before settling her head on his chest, feeling the quiet, rhythmic beating of his heart as his arms tightened around her.



After Hours



Bryan waved at his departing colleagues as they stumbled out of the bar. "Get home safe! I'll see you guys tomorrow," he called after them. One of the figures gave a vague hand wave and disappeared across the threshold with a small stumble.

"And then there were two," Jess said with a smile, drawing his attention back to present company. Jess's slim, petite frame was daintily perched on the stool next to him, her long, slender fingers wrapped around the base of a martini glass filled with an unidentifiable pink girly-girl drink. She lifted her glass toward Bryan. "Cheers. To outlasting everyone else at happy hour on a Thursday."

Bryan gave his drink a quick swirl and touched his glass to hers, then moved it to his lips to drink. 

"Ah, ah, ah!" Jess exclaimed, stopping him. Brian looked up over the rim of his glass and arched an eyebrow. "You have to look me in the eye when you do that, or else, you know..."

"I know what?" he asked.

"Seven years of bad sex." Jess giggled and locked her big, brown eyes with his.

Bryan nodded solemnly. "Well, I suppose we can't risk that," he said. He tilted his glass back and again touched the rim of hers. "To no bad sex."

"No bad sex," Jess agreed, and they sipped from their drinks. Bryan made sure that he stared into her eyes until their drinks both touched the bar again. It was a moment too long, a second too intimate for coworkers. Jess gave a nervous smile and her eyes went back down to her drink as she brushed her brown hair back over her ear. Neither spoke for a moment, then they both started simultaneously.

"Jess, I—" 

"You know, Bryan—"

They stopped mid-sentence. Bryan resumed first. "Jess, I can't stop thinking about what you said back in Dallas, when we made that trip for the Morris account." 

She'd done more than say, really. On the last night of the trip, after one two many celebratory drinks, she'd turned up at his hotel room door wearing nothing but an oversized T-shirt. When he opened the door, she immediately leaned up, stood on the tip-toes of her bare feet, and kissed him. He remembered the intoxicating scent of her, mingled with the saccharine taste of cherry and alcohol in her mouth from whatever she'd been drinking.

But nothing more had happened. Caught off guard, he had stammered out something about being coworkers and not wanting to make things complicated. Her eyes had welled up with tears, and her already-petite frame suddenly shrank as her boldness became embarrassment. She'd fled without another word.

Jess stirred the swizzle stick in her drink, her eyes narrowing. "I don't remember saying much that night," she countered, bitterness in her voice.

Bryan sighed. "Sorry. I'm not much good at this. I guess what I'm trying to say is, I'm sorry. You just caught me off guard, and I reacted pretty badly." He trailed off. He moved his hand down from the bar, and laid it gently on her thigh. Her body tensed as if she'd touched a live wire, then relaxed and she leaned in, putting her free hand over his.

"Who says you get another shot?" Jess asked, her face now inches from his and her voice low. 

He had a sudden cognizance of the same smell of saccharine sweetness on her breath, and he could hear every word despite the noisy chatter in the bar. "Mmm... well, the beautiful woman sitting here next to me seems like she might be offering an olive branch. I'm asking nicely. And she just guaranteed me seven years of no bad sex."

And then he closed the last two inches between them and kissed her. His mouth was filled with the same taste of cherries, and he could smell the scent jasmine in her perfume. Of its own volition, his hand started to rub lightly on her thigh, pausing at the hem of her dress before moving back up her long, slender legs.

When they finally broke, she looked at him with eyes that sparkled in the dim light. "Fine," she said with mock exasperation. "But this time, I'm not coming to your room. You're coming to mine. Your tab closed?"

Bryan fumbled through his wallet and threw a $20 on the bar. "It is now. Would it be trite to say, 'Do you want to get out of here?'"

"Mmm... no. Since you covered my tab too, no." She took him by the hand and led him through the Thursday evening crowd to the door. "I only live a few blocks from here, but let's take a cab." She reached down to open the door to a cab waiting outside the bar for a fare.

"Why don't we just—" Bryan began. Jess cut him off by roughly pushing him up against the side of the cab and pressing her body into his and then kissing him hard, forcing her tongue inside his mouth. She ground into him with movements that were imperceptible to anyone watching, but that he felt acutely as the blood rushed to his groin. She moaned softly and he felt her hand grab through his pants at his rapidly hardening cock. 

After a long minute, she separated from him, and the same wanton boldness that Bryan had seen in Texas was back. "Any questions as to why we're taking a cab?"

"Nah-uh," Bryan gulped. He somehow found enough presence of mind to open the door to the cab, and he gestured to the interior. "After you, madam."

Jess slid in, and she deliberately let her dress ride up her legs. Bryan stared and gulped again as he caught a glimpse of the edge of her lacy black panties. He got into the cab and closed the door.

"415 East Harbor Street, corner of Harbor and Green," Jess told the cabbie. She turned and flashed Bryan an evil smile. "And we'll tip you a bit extra if you take the scenic route." 

The cabbie nodded at her via the rear view mirror and winked as he pulled the cab out into city traffic. "Yes ma'am. There's too much traffic on Harbor anyway. I think the expressway might be best this time of night."

"That sounds perfect," Jess muttered as she swung a long, pump-shod foot across the cab and straddled Bryan. 

She attacked him then, yanking him into her. He buried his face in her neck, kissing first just below her ear. She threw her head back at that and mewed her approval, her hands blindly fumbling for the buttons on his dress shirt. Bryan slowly worked his way south, kissing down her neck and then kissing down along the plunging V of her dress's neckline. 

Jess moaned again, and her hands worked under Bryan's shirt now, caressing his hard chest. Her hands ventured lower, now fumbling with his belt. Bryan slipped the dress off her shoulder, taking the strap of her bra with it, revealing the pale flesh of her breast. He kissed that too, and tugged it down to reveal her nipple. It hardened as he took it in his mouth, and Jess groaned out her pleasure, arching her back and grinding her hips into his lap. Even through the layers of fabric still separating them, he could feel the heat of her pussy, and his cock twitched in anticipation.

She had undone his belt by now, and her hands groped between them, and when she found the elastic to his boxer briefs, she pulled down. His cock sprang free, and she immediately wrapped her fingers around it and began to stroke him.

It was Bryan's turn to groan his appreciation, and he slid his own hands down and pushed her skirt the rest of the way, until it bunched up around her stomach. He slid his hands up and down the edge of the black lace panties, and he could feel the moist heat emanating from her pussy. 

"God, Bryan, don't tease me!" she begged. As if to underscore her point, she increased the speed of her ministrations on his cock. He jumped at the sudden increase in intensity, and obligingly slipped a thumb under her panties and began to rub up and down her pussy. 

His thumb was slipping inside her without any resistance, even though he was trying just to brush over her lips. She lowered her face to his and kissed him, hard. Their tongues dueled, and she pressed him harder into the bench of the cab.

His thumb, still exploring beneath her panties, came to rest on the hard nub of her clit, and began to rub small, quick circles over it.

"Ohhhh!" she cried, putting one hand onto the cab's rear deck to steady herself, and pulling herself into him with the other. He found his face buried between her breasts, and he inhaled her aroma as he felt her body tense under his assault. She buried her face down by his ear, and growled into his ear, "God. I'm gonna... Unnnngh!" Her words trailed off into a grunt as he felt her body shiver and release as she came. 

She collapsed into him in a heap, whimpering softly from the intensity of her orgasm. But when she sat up, her eyes blazed with a feral lust. "Fuck this, I can't wait," she muttered, and she pushed her panties aside with one hand and used the other to position his cock at her wet entrance.

Jess sank onto him with a single motion, burying his cock all the way into her pussy, and they both groaned their pleasure. Her warm walls gripped at him, and she felt his hardness filling up every part of her.

He raised his hips up, pushing further into her, and she gasped with the sensation as his head hit her cervix. Then she pulled up, and felt the emptiness as his cock backed out, leaving only the head inside her. They lingered there for a moment, what felt like a long moment but must have been only an instant, and then she pushed herself all the way down and she felt his hardness fill her again.

They began to fuck in earnest now, she rocking her hips down onto him, and him thrusting deeply to meet every fall of her hips. The sensations washed over him, and he could feel the familiar stirrings of an orgasm begin far off.

"Unh! Unh!" Jess buried her face in his shoulder, trying to stay quiet as she rode him with an urgency that frightened him. "Yes! That's it! God, don't stop!" she urged.

Deep within her, she felt the tension begin to rise, and her orgasm start to barrel toward her like a wave. He thrust in and out of her, over and over, the rhythm driving her higher and higher, until the tension was unbearable, and the wave of her orgasm threatened to sweep her away.

"Ahem!" the cabbie's voice shattered their singular focus. "We're here, ma'am." 

"Goddamn it!" she punched the roof of the cab, her orgasm snatched away from her by the rude intrusion of reality.

The cabbie seemed cowed. "Sorry, miss. The meter was still running while we were sitting here, I didn't want to..." Apparently, they'd been sitting outside her apartment for a few minutes. Without dismounting Bryan, she reached across the cab, fumbled in her purse, and threw two $20 bills through the slit in the plexiglass. Jess gave a small growl of frustration as she opened the door and climbed off of Bryan with an audible wet plop. She pulled her dress back down as she climbed out.

Bryan fumbled to cover himself, his still-hard cock suddenly exposed. "Um, thanks. For the lift," he managed as he pulled his zipper closed.

Jess leaned back into the cab and grabbed Bryan, yanking him roughly from the cab. "Don't bother with the belt," she growled at Brian. "I'm going to be fucking your brains out again in a minute anyway. " Then, she leaned back into the cab again and put another $20 bill across the plexiglass with a sweet smile that was the polar opposite of her lust-filled growl at Brian a moment ago. "Sorry," she said to the cabbie. "I didn't mean to be a bitch. I just need to get his cock back inside me. Thanks for the ride!"

The stunned cabbie waved at her mutely as she shut the door, and she dragged Bryan up the steps and into her brownstone building. She threw open the outside doors, and led the way to the top of the interior stairs. They paused in front of the door, and Jess turned the deadbolt, then fumbled on her key ring for the keys to the knob.

The keys fell out of her hand and onto the floor. Jess cursed and bent down on one knee to pick them up. Then, she looked up at Bryan, eyes gleaming. "Can you be quiet?" she asked.

Bryan nodded mutely. Without a sound she undid his zipper and pulled aside his briefs, allowing his still semi-hard cock to spring free. Jess lowered her head to his engorged member and kissed slowly along his shaft, then licked him from base to tip. Bryan groaned with appreciation as he felt the wetness of her mouth and the moist friction of her tongue run along his cock, sending rushes of pleasure exploding into his consciousness.

Jess took him in her mouth then, her head beginning to bob slowly up and down. Bryan moaned again with pleasure, and he put out a hand against the apartment door to steady himself. "Oh, god, Jess, you do that so good," he managed. She moved a little more enthusiastically now, taking four inches into her mouth and then letting it slide out until just the tip was in before descending again and sheathing his cock in her moist mouth.

Bryan felt his pleasure start to glow hotter, and his orgasm begin somewhere far off. He grunted his approval, loudly enough for the neighbors to hear, but he was beyond caring as this woman that he had fantasized about since the day she had set foot in the office gave him the most amazing blowjob of his life.

He realized, somewhere dimly in the back of his consciousness, that she was now taking all of him in her mouth, and that her mouth was firmly nestled against the base of his cock. His head felt the tightness of her throat, and his cock twitched with the knowledge that she was deep-throating him.

Jess looked up at him, never disengaging his cock. Her hand was between her own legs, reaching under her dress and her fingers drawing furious circles over her clit. 

Bryan felt his orgasm rising closer, and he could feel the warmth beginning to spread through his tensing body, a sure sign that he was approaching the point of no return.

But with a primal urge, he realized that he didn't want to cum in Jess's mouth. He had to have her. Bryan took his hand off the wall and guided her head off his cock. "What? Did you not..." Jess began to ask. 

Bryan cut her off by reaching under her arms and pulling her off the floor, then pushing her roughly against the wall. Jess gave a small squeal of surprise and delight, and his hands groped at the hem of her dress, pushing it up to her waist. Jess, clearly on board with the plan, gave a small hop and wrapped her legs around him, and he felt her pussy lips part to accept his throbbing cock. 

He thrust up into her, her wet pussy accepting most of his length, and Bryan let gravity do the rest, letting her slide down the rest of the way until he was deep inside of her. Jess gasped with the sensation of his rock-hard cock filling her up, and she could feel every inch of him inside, throbbing and warm and hard. 

Bryan pulled almost all the way out of her, and then thrust up hard, pushing her into the wall. Pulses of pleasure shot from Jess's pussy through her body, and she gasped with the sensation of him bottoming out, the head of his cock bumping against the entrance to her womb. He pulled back again and again he thrust into her as deeply as he could, gravity helping as he shoved as much of himself into her as he could. Jess again gasped at the sensation, this time moving her own hips slightly to take as much of him as possible.

They began to move against each other with an animalistic lust, and Bryan felt her velvet wetness encasing his cock, over and over as he probed into the deepest parts of her. Jess began to slide down the wall, and he put his hands under her ass to steady her as he continued to pound into her pussy. 

Jess could again feel her orgasm welling up inside her, and she cried out her encouragement to him, all thoughts of waking the neighbors long gone from her mind or Bryan's. "Ungh! Ungh! That's! It! Don't! Sto... ahhh!"

Her voice rose to a pitch and volume that Bryan hadn't heard before as her pussy clamped down on his cock in a violent orgasm. Jess buried her face in his shoulder, trying to muffle her screams of pleasure as the orgasm racked her body. He continued to thrust up into her through her orgasm, as her pussy pulsed around his cock, growing even wetter as she came.

His thrusting had reached a breakneck pace, and he could feel the pressure building past the boiling point. Jess's small frame bounced up and down with each hard thrust, and gravity sent her entire body down onto his cock, pushing him all the way, it seemed, into her belly. Jess's own body was tensing with his, and she could feel herself bracing for a second orgasm, hot on the heels of the first. 

"Oh, God, Bryan! I'm— ungh! I'm—oh, God!—I'm gonna cum! Ahhh! Again!" Jess cried out, her words punctuated and broken by moans and gasps of pleasure. Bryan, as close as he had been after Jess's amazing blowjob, was surprised he had lasted this long. Jess's cries sent him past the point of no return. He pistoned into her harder and faster, grunting now with each thrust. 

"God. Jess. I'm gonna cum!" He grunted out.

"Yes!" she cried, still gasping for air after her own orgasm. "Cum with me!"

Somewhere in his haze of pleasure, dimly, Bryan grasped at common sense. "Can I cum inside you? Are you..."

"Yes! Cum inside me, baby! Cum for me! Cum with mee---aiyeeee!!!!"

Her words were too much for him, and his long-delayed orgasm hit him like a freight train. She came at the same time, her pussy clamping down on his cock as he gave one final thrust that seemed to fill her completely, and he groaned out his pleasure as the first spurt of his cum splashed off of the back of her pussy.

Jess buried her face in his shoulder again, this time biting down to stifle her screams. Bryan was vaguely aware of pain, but his pleasure was so overwhelming that he could focus only on the massive orgasm he was having. His cock twitched inside of Jess again, filling her up with even more of his hot seed. Over and over, he shot his cum inside of her as her pussy trembled around him. Their orgasms seemed to go on forever, and they lost themselves in the bliss of the moment as the world narrowed to include only them.

And then they were in the hallway again, her dress bunched up at her waist, her perky tits heaving as she gasped for air in an attempt to recover. Her hair was a mess. Bryan's pants were around his ankles, and he found himself trembling with the effort of continuing to hold her up. He moved one hand from her bare ass to the wall to steady himself against the rocking aftershocks of his orgasm. They were both covered in sweat, and panting hard from their exertions. His cock was still semi-rigid inside of her still-wet pussy.

"Holy shit!" Jess giggled. "That was..."

"Yeah," he agreed. "Holy shit."

They stayed there for a moment, breathing hard, until their reverie was broken by the sound of the deadbolt across the hall clicking open. The door swung open and an older woman in a pink bathrobe and slippers peeked out. 

"What on earth is that racket—" the woman's eyes went wide with shock and both hands went to the "O" of her stunned mouth.

Jess giggled and peeked out from behind Bryan, then waved a hand at the woman. "Hi, Mrs. Berenstein. This is my coworker Bryan. We were just coming from happy hour."

Bryan suppressed a snicker at her pun. Jess looked at him, opening her brown eyes as wide and innocently as she could, and batting her eyelashes a few times for effect. "Bryan, sir, thank you for walking me home. Would you like to come inside for a cup of coffee?"

Bryan laughed. "I'd love that, thank you, miss. A cup of coffee sounds delightful." Jess slid off of him then, his cock sliding out of her with a slurp, and smoothed out her dress. Bryan pulled up his pants and held them loosely at his waist.

Jess turned the doorknob lock and opened the door to her apartment. Bryan followed her inside. "Good night, Mrs. Berenstein!" Jess called out as the door closed behind her.

Mrs. Berenstein remained rooted to the same spot, agape and staring at Jess's closed apartment door.



After Hours



My friend/co-worker and I were the last ones left at the gym, as we scurried around trying to shut down the computers, get our bank deposit ready and lock the doors for the night. It was our annual employee party tonight, so instead of racing home to shower and dress, we brought our clothes and necessary items with us to work. After everything was in order, and the lights were turned out, we headed to the ladies room. I opened my locker, retrieved what I needed, then walked the rest of the way down the hall with Jenny.

"Think you'll get laid tonight?"

I laughed before answering her question. Jenny always seemed to have sex on her mind. Me . . . well, I did too . . . I just didn't advertise it though.

"Maybe. Who knows?" I answered as I stepped out of my work out clothes, turning and raising my hand to the shower knobs. The water spurted out, causing me to gasp. It was cold! Finally, it evened out. I turned to look at Jenny. She was lathering soap onto her sponge, and the more I continued to watch, the more excited I became. I'm not sure why. Maybe I was just extremely horny or something. Her hands moved in circular motions over the pink sponge, making sure that every inch of it was lathered. My heart was beating against my chest erratically as I imagined her touching my tits in this very same way. Some of the soap escaped from her hands, dribbling down between her small and perky tits, over her flat stomach, easing below, flowing across her blonde mound, and then running further down between her lips.

"Hanna?"

My head jerked up. "Yes?" I could feel my face turning red as my gaze left her pussy, darting to her eyes.

"You okay?" Suddenly her voice sounded sultry, not at all like it usually is.

"Yeah . . . yeah, just fine." I replied shortly, then turning to grab my own sponge and soap.

Next thing I knew, she was standing behind me washing my back. Neither of us said a word as she continued doing this. Her touch brought tingly sensations throughout my whole body. My nipples hardened immediately as I desperately and silently begged for her to touch me there. Oh God, I wanted her to touch me everywhere. My pussy was becoming wetter by the second; almost aching as I imagined one of her perfectly painted, red nails fingering me there, touching my clit. I inhaled sharply when I felt the sponge nearing my side, and then further up, gently nudging her way under my arm, and to the underside of my breast. I lifted both of my arms, placing them in front of me onto the shower knobs, holding on for support. Jenny dropped the sponge, using her hands to lather the soap onto my large and hardened nipples, massaging them just as I had fantasized about. They hardened even more so under her soft hands.

"Your nipples feel so good." She whispered in my ear, as she planted kisses on my neck. 

I moaned, grinding my ass harder against her pussy that was pressing into me. 

Suddenly, she stopped. "Oh shit."

"What?" I asked breathlessly.

"We have company."

I turned, gasping when I saw the night security guard watching us with a wide grin on his face.

"Was just locking up . . . heard strange noises in here and wanted to check it out." He cleared his throat before continuing on. "Don't stop on my account."

I eyed the young stud who stood before us, not sure what to say. Some of the other girls had said he was a good lay, but neither Jenny nor I had had the chance of finding that out; yet. Jenny licked her lips seductively as she let her gaze travel the length of his toned and young body. She shuddered at the thought of his strong arms holding her, touching her. Then her gaze lowered. Slim hips, and then, on my . . . a very large protrusion that nestled firmly between his legs, straining against the zipper on his gray pants.

Finally, Jenny spoke. "Care to join us?"

I giggled, not sure if I should stay, or if I should run. In the end, I decided to stay. 

Moments later, he was completely naked and so very hard. His cock was massive and I wondered to myself if I had taken on more than I could handle. That thought vanished once his hands found my tits. His fingers tweaked my nipples; causing me to gasp in pleasure, especially when his head lowered and he took one in his mouth, rolling it around on his tongue. His strong arms reached behind me on the wall, supporting his weight, enclosing me within his sweet torture. His mouth felt like a hot iron pressed firmly against my large tits as he expertly sucked and licked, devouring each one at a time. I heard him gasp between my own moans. Looking down I saw Jenny. She was kneeling between us, sucking his big cock, almost inhaling it. Her hands played with his balls, running up between his ass, and fingering him there. Just watching her suck his shaft, as he sucked my tits, almost made me come. My ass pressed harder against the hard wall of the shower, desperately wanting the ache in my pussy to be sated. The guard reached down between us, rubbing a finger up and down my swollen clit, stroking, massaging the swollen nub, then inserting his finger inside of me. My pussy lips grabbed a hold of his finger, bringing it further in. He finger fucked me, as Jenny sucked his cock, his mouth still hot against my big brown nipples. I was going mad; needing something more, needing his enormous prick buried deep inside of my quivering lips. Finally, Jenny moved away allowing us to come together. Turning me around to face the wall, he grabbed my hips, placing the tip of his prick against my ass, teasing my puckered hole, then down lower to my wet cunt, thrusting inside, fucking me like I had never been fucked before. Jenny scooted under me, her tongue on my swollen clit, sucking and slurping my pink lips, tasting the juices that flowed from my trembling pussy. My body quivered as I came hard. I was being fucked from a guy and licked by a girl. The whole encounter was overwhelming, yet so very nice. 

I felt myself being pushed aside by Jenny. "My turn now."

I sat on the shower floor, dazed, as I watched her being fucked by the security guard. His back was against the wall, and her back was against his front. His huge cock was fucking her pussy, then her ass, just the way she had always told me she wanted. She reached back, holding his hips for support, moving her body with his. I watched her doing this. My pussy began tingling, my nipples becoming harder. Hungrily I moved towards her on my knees, already becoming even more aroused as I smelled her intoxicating aroma. She gasped loudly when she felt my tongue on her pussy. I had watched, licking my lips at the thought of tasting her . . .just as she had me. Oh God, she tasted so good, so sweet. Her pussy was hot, her lips swollen as I sucked and licked, biting her clit softly between my teeth and then rolling it around with my tongue. The guard continued fucking her ass, groaning as Jenny began whimpering, her body trembling as she came, her juices spurting into my mouth as I lapped up every bit of it. Finally, he came, pulling his cock out of her ass. He stood against the wall, his large cock shooting come. Jenny and I both licked and slurped up the juices that shot from his enlarged shaft, until there was none left.

After our breathing had returned to normal, the three of us looked at the other and just laughed. I believe it was a wonderful experience for all of us. I know it was for me.

Later on that evening at the party, someone asked. "You two got here late. Had problems at the gym?"

Jenny looked at me and we just giggled.



After Hours



Author's Note: This is a fantasy scenario, rape is always wrong and sex should only be between consenting partners. Hope you enjoy responsibly.

*****

Chris had at first assumed she'd gotten the job just because she was a woman. Their firm was top notch, but it was almost all male, and it was beginning to look bad. When they brought in a new female manager to replace their retiring one, he figured she would be a dumb ditz. He was wrong, but it didn't annoy him any less. He knew there were better men for the job, even if she was a hard worker. 

She worked late most days. Didn't have much of a social life. They were the last ones remaining in the building one night before a long weekend. She was in her private office, tie off and the first few buttons of her shirt undone, reading reports when he knocked lightly on her door. "You going home soon, boss? Bet your boyfriend wants you home."

"No boyfriend, and I'm not leaving, but you're welcome to if you want." She didn't even look up, which was for the best. She wasn't at all prepared for when he pulled her hands behind her back and zip tied them together. 

"The fuck!" she screamed when he grabbed her, stomping her kitten heel on his foot. He replied with a grunt and shoved her head down on her desk. 

"Don't fight and this will go better for you," he said in a smooth, calm voice. "Yell all you want, but no one can hear you, and you'll be punished."

She was petite and, though not unhealthy, had all the physique that a normal office worker would. He was tall, broad shouldered, and spent lunch hours at the gym. She knew there was no way she was getting away from him, but she fought on instinct and for the sake of it. "Let go of me or I'm going to the cops!"

He held her down with one hand and delivered a stinging spanking to her ass with the other. She yelped in pain each time his hand made contact. "You're going to obey me either way," he said as he grabbed her thick brown hair and pulled her to her feet. "Come, missy. You're new but it's time someone taught you how things work here."

She whimpered and fought against the zip tie holding her arms behind her back, but it was no use. All she could do was try to follow him quickly enough that he didn't hurt her. He dragged her into the bullpen and shoved her into a chair. She was shaking now, but she glared at him and started to stand up. A quick backhanded slap knocked her down and she stayed put. 

"Now, listen. You might be our boss but none of us here like taking orders from a woman." He grabbed her chin and forced her to look into his eyes. "I don't know what they were thinking of hiring a little thing like you, but you shouldn't have taken the job."

She didn't reply, she was trying to think of a way out. Could she disable him long enough to grab a scissor, cut herself loose, and make a run for it? Get her hands on a phone and covertly dial 911?

He slapped her again. "Pay attention when I'm talking to you!" 

"Stop it!" she cried. "Why are you doing this to me?"

It was at that point she noticed the tent he was pitching. His dick was straining against his pants. "No, no, you can't."

He laughed. "What are you going to do about it?"

"I-I'll quit," she said. She didn't mean it but maybe he would believe her. 

"Fat chance, they'll just bring in another broad, and she might not have half your wits." He licked his lips. "Or that gorgeous body." 

She swallowed. "Please. I don't know why you're doing this, but you don't have to. I'll do anything you want."

"What I want," he said, gripping her hair again, but gently this time. "Is that pretty little mouth of yours wrapped around my dick."

She looked from his crotch to his eyes and nodded, unable to speak. He smiled a cruel smile and let go of his hair. "Yes, the good little girl is starting to understand her place. With one hand, he released his cock.

She wasn't a very sexual person. She didn't get to where she was by dating, and she certainly wasn't going to make partner wasting her time with men. She had a cute little vibrator for her clit, and that's all she needed. 

"Well, girl? Are you going to suck it, or just admire it? Bet its bigger than anything you've seen." 

It was. It was at least nine inches of smooth, pale skin, practically throbbing in front of her. She licked her lips and opened her mouth. She only took a little bit of him in her, but he let her take her time. He stroked her hair and praised her like he might a dog. "Good girl. You're a smart broad, you know? A pretty thing, too. Yes, just like that."

She started sucking harder on the two inches she'd pulled in her mouth. She hoped she could get him off and he'd let her go. 

"Hurry up, I want my whole dick down that pretty throat of yours. So skinny I bet I'll be able to see it go down." He reached down and stroked her neck. "Do it yourself, or I'll put it in there for you. Your choice, girl."

She trembled at the threat. His hand was still in her hair, ready to grab and thrust. She hated herself for complying but knew if she didn't it would be worse. Slowly, she worked him into her mouth bit by bit, slowly bobbing her head as she pulled him in deeper and pulled out to breath.

"Alright, enough of your pace." His hand tightened in her hair and she quickly shook her head and looked up at him, silently pleading to be allowed to continue.

"If it wasn't such a pretty sight, those lips tight around my cock and those eyes so desperate to please me, I'd be balls deep in you, lady. But hurry up."

She sat up straighter in the chair, and moved a bit faster. Each time she pulled him in farther, gagging as the head of his dick pressed against her throat, and shuddering as she drew him in past. She couldn't think of anything past the terror she was feeling, all she wanted was to get him to come and be let go. Finally her nose pressed against his stomach and, with her throat spasming around his thick cock, she held all of him inside her. 

"Yes, yes, good girl. Good little girl. Such a good cocksucker." She started to pull back to breath but his hand fisted in her hair and held her head in place. A few seconds later she was struggling to pull back, fighting against his hand even as her hair pulled on her scalp. He held her until she didn't think she would last much longer, and then he let go and let her fall back into the chair.

His cock glistened with her saliva. Her lips were coated in it. A little bit had dripped onto her shirt. She gasped and panted and expected to be pulled back onto his cock in any moment. Finally, she looked up at him, and he was wearing a self satisfied smile. 

"I did a good job picking you, little slut. That tight little throat of yours, those pretty eyes. We're going to have fun this weekend."

"Weekend?" she asked in a squeaking voice. "Please. Please just let me suck your dick and let me go. I won't tell anyone, I swear. I'll quit, I'll leave, you don't have to-"

He put a finger to his lips. "Hush, my pet. Don't worry about any of that. You just focus on keeping me happy, and I'll worry about what happens next. But for now, I'll offer you a choice. You can let me fuck your face, or I'll cut you loose and let you strip so I can try out your cunt. But I'll warn you, if I cut those binds and you try anything, I'll beat you till you can't see straight and fuck you anyway."

She didn't know what to do. He'd already made her almost pass out, but his dick was huge and she hadn't had anything in her vagina in years. And she really didn't want to pick either. 

"Don't be indecisive, that's not what you were hired for. Come on and pick or it will be much worse."

"My mouth," she said quickly.

"Your mouth, what?"

"My mouth, please."

"Good girl. Open up." 

She expected to be allowed to go at her own pace, but he grabbed her head in both hands and thrust deep inside. She coughed and sputtered but he gave her only a moment before he began fucking her mouth relentlessly, ignoring her muffled cries of pain. It felt so good he barely wanted to come and have it end.

He pulled out and splattered his come on her face, adding to the tears streaking her cheeks. "Good girl," he said, petting her gently. She was sobbing but he smiled. "Now, lets go to my office. I brought some things special for today."



After Hours



The three women had caught his attention the moment they entered the bar. Initially, he was attracted to the short blonde in the red dress, but as the night wore on his focus switched to the tall brunette. They all were having a good time, dancing, taking turns buying each other rounds. But as time passed it was obvious that there was something different about the tall brunette. Compared to her friends, she was by far... the drunkest. 

When they decided to leave, all heading off for one last visit to the toilet, he settled his tab and slipped out into the dark parking lot to see what they would do next. They staggered out the door, giggling, a few minutes later. Then there was much hugging and promises to do the same again soon. Fortune favored him. The short blonde and the one with glasses wobbled away down the sidewalk toward downtown while his pick made her way alone toward the back of the bar. Toward him. 

Alright. It was on. 

........

She was grabbed from behind and dragged into the deep shadows, pushed up against the back wall of the bar. Her vodka slowed thoughts raced sluggishly in an attempt to make sense of her situation. A few seconds ago she had been very happily drunk. Now she was just very drunkenly confused. 

One of his hands pinned the back of her neck keeping her face firmly pressed up against the dark gray painted cinderblocks that were rough against her cheek and hands. Her low cut tank top was skewed sideways and her little lacy yellow bra was all that separated her previously perky, now squashed breasts from scraping the wall. Her long, chunky necklace dug painfully into her chest. He had made sure that all she could see through her wavy brown hair that now mostly covered her eyes were the bar's dumpsters. 

She fought her growing feelings of alarm and panic. Had she come here with a date? Picked someone up inside? There was that one cute guy that had bought her... Something. Something sweet and fruity. But, no. Besides her two girlfriends, she had arrived and left the bar alone. 

His hand that was not clamped on her neck was up her short plaid skirt, clumsily searching for the top band of her underwear, finding it, yanking it down. She heard his zipper and he pressed against her, his body warm in the chilly night made colder by her skimpy, no, cute and sexy, clothing. Mmm. That felt good. No, wait. Who was this man behind her? She felt a finger quickly find the slit between her labia then roughly push its way inside her. It dipped in and out a few times then did a quick swirl, stretching her tight walls, pushing out against her insides, opening her up. 

She liked sex. She liked it rough. The finger withdrew and she could feel the man shift position behind her, shifting his pelvis. But who was this, and why were they having sex here and now? Did she want this? No! Well, unless it was that one cute guy who had been eyeing her and her friends all night... She felt the head of his penis large and smooth pressing up between her legs. Jabbing and pushing, trying to find the right angle and right spot to bury itself deep within her. No. No! She started to struggle. 

She wiggled and kicked back with one leg but he was too close for her to do any damage. She pushed her arms against the wall but this only served to push her butt out further giving him the opportunity he had been looking for. She yelped as his penis, thick and hard, rammed inside her to the hilt, causing her pussy to spasm in protest at its sudden invasion. He muscled her back against the wall and pinned her firmly again as he pumped into her over and over. Each thrust rough and quick, filling her full, driving all the way to her cervix, grinding her pelvis against the ungiving wall. No! No! She felt stretched and bruised and just wanted everything to stop until her thoughts could catch up with reality. She whimpered. She didn't want this. But she liked it. But she didn't want to like it! No! 

The man transitioned from continual quick thrusts to individual sharp deep thrusts accompanied by grunts.Then he pulled out and she was empty and cold and there was wet running down her leg. Was it over? Oh, god, he had cum in her, hadn't he? Shit, what was her birth control situation? She turned to confront him, but her high heel caught on something and she fell down to the sidewalk skinning her hands and knees. 

"Wait!" she called. The footsteps crunching away across the gravel parking lot paused. She squinted out into the dark, his figure blurred by drink and distance. "Were.. Were you that cute guy?"

......

He laughed and walked out of the parking lot into the night.



After Hours



**Author's Note: I purposefully left out a description of Sandra because I wanted my readers to imagine their own woman to make the story more pleasing to them**

It was past closing time and her co-worker had already gone for the night. Sandra was running a bit behind because during their rounds of the building a few forgotten items were rounded up so she couldn't leave until they were logged. Not to mention she still had to write up the nightly report and dammit if she didn't forget to check and lock up in the tiny employee lounge that was never used and was soon to be turned into a retreat for breastfeeding moms who wanted to feed their child in private. 

She hurried writing up the items she'd gathered during the building rounds, playing her music on her cell phone on an external speaker so she could enjoy better bass. As soon as the items were logged and she'd quickly written up the building report she jumped up and went through the back room to the hallway where the restrooms and employee lounge were located. 

The hallway was a little creepy even during the daytime hours. It was L-shaped and the bottom of the L had two unused offices now that the new offices had been finished and everyone moved into them. Also in that part of the L a door lead to the loading dock area where currently mostly only construction workers went and Sandra had only been a handful of times in her year at the job. 

Hurrying across the hallway to the employee lounge, Sandra pushed the door open and noted that the motion sensor light was off, meaning no one had been in there for a while, if at all, that day. Still, she had to go in and try the doors and check the men's restroom (the woman's restroom having been gutted and the door taken off as preparation for the lounge's new use).

One door was perpetually locked and when she tried it, sure enough, it was still locked. The other door lead to a utility room that the construction workers sometimes left unlocked after they'd been in there messing with electrical equipment. Sandra hated checking this door because the lounge was already creepy enough as it was with it's old furniture and poster from some early 90's travelling musical. The utility room was dark and there was a ceiling tile that had been removed months before that her old supervisor told her freaked her out after she saw a chair sitting under it after a woman had been caught taking a nap in the lounge. Sandra played it off to others but, secretly, she felt as uneasy about the utility room as did her old supervisor.

As usual the utility room was dark and empty of any trespassers so Sandra closed the door and pulled out her keys to lock it. That's when the lights in the lounge went off. Was something up with the motion sensor? Usually it took 20 minutes of inactivity for the lights to turn off. She waved her arms and nothing happened. With a sigh she began walking toward the door in hopes it would trigger the lights. Still nothing, except that her outstretched hand hit against something warm and hard and soft all at the same time. For a moment she left her hand there, her heartrate picking up as she realized it was fabric she felt under her fingers. Then she took a few steps back and fumbled in her pocket for her phone, hoping to get the screen on before anything happened.

A light step or two and then she felt a hand on her cheek. She screamed and jerked back, only to hit her head against the wall behind her. The hand covered her mouth and a voice quietly hushed her. 

"It's alright," the obviously male voice said to her from the pitch black. "I won't hurt you. In fact I'll do the opposite. And don't worry, you do know me, but I can't risk you identifying me."

"Just let me go," Sandra pleaded, her voice cracking and her mouth suddenly going dry.

"I will, when I'm through."

"What?"

"Like I said, I'm not going to hurt you. I'll be gentle and I promise to make sure cum first."

Sandra suddenly slashed out with the sharpest key she had, catching part of him. He cursed under his breath and then a hand grabbed her by her shirt front and pulled her to a hard chest. Lips fell over hers, demanding at first but then softening, coaxing. 

"Mmph," Sandra protested at first but the longer the kiss lasted the more her resolve weakened. She hadn't been kissed like this in several years. Little bolts of electricity darted from her lips down over her stomach and deep into her womb. She could feel her blood rushing between her legs, making her throb almost painfully it had been such a long time. Before long a small moan bubbled up out of her throat and she felt the man smile against her lips. 

Slowly the hand on her shirt loosened its grip and slid to the right over her breast. She felt her nipple instantly become hard and the man's thumb ran over the bump he felt through her bra, sending more little shocks down between her legs. 

Another hand snaked its way behind her neck, pulling her closer as his body pushed hers up against the wall. His hard rod pressed into her stomach and she groaned. Her fingers twitched as she warred with herself to really give in and just explore this mystery man or try once more to fight him off. He said she knew him and he was, afterall, in the building after hours, which meant he was either one of the men she'd seen during her rounds or one of the office workers who came back in with his own key. Could it be so bad to be any of them? 

His hand on her breast moved down and then came back up under her shirt, causing goosebumps to rise as his hand trailed up over her stomach. His hand came back to her breast and squeezed gently. Sandra moaned again. Then it slipped the cup of her bra down and under her boob and came back to lightly tweak her nipple, eliciting a gasp from Sandra, which the man took full advantage of as he plunged his tongue into her mouth. 

This was the final straw. What little resistence Sandra had left crumbled and she lifted her hands to run them through the man's short cropped hair and pull his head even closer as she moved her tongue against his. To her surprise and delight he let out a groan and she felt herself become instantly wet. 

Her breathing soon became ragged as she began grinding her hips into the man's rigid member through their clothes. She lifted one leg and hooked her knee behind his rear and pulled him more into her. Soon the kiss broke off and they were both left panting as they dry-humped each other. 

As they did this, the man reached down and pulled Sandra's shirt up over the tops of her breasts and pulled the other cup down, both of her breasts now exposed. A hot, wet mouth latched onto her left nipple as a free hand massaged the right, tweaking the nipple every so often, making Sandra cry out. He circled his tongue and sucked and gently bit her nipple, bringing Sandra close to orgasm from that stimulation alone. Briefly it ran through her mind that it was a bit sad that mere foreplay could bring her so close. She should really get laid more often.

But the thought passed quickly as her mind couldn't keep a clear thought for long. Her need was growing and her now frantic grinding was making her frustrated as she wanted the mystery man to just put his dick in her before she went mad with lust. Tilting her head down she found his ear and playfully licked it and nipped it then whispered throatily, "Are you going to fill me up or did you come here to play?"

It seemed she'd caught him off guard for a moment for he stopped massaging her breast with one hand and his tongue stopped laving at the left nipple. Then, with one last nip he stood up and removed his hands from her breasts. 

Those hands were then, suddenly, at her pants, undoing the buttons and zipper there. He pushed them down and she stepped out of them, leaving her in her top and lacy, cheeky underwear. When his hands were gone from her, she heard the rattling of a belt buckle and then a zipper and the unmistakable sound of jeans hitting the floor. 

He stepped back to her then, his boxers still on but now Sandra could feel more of his erection and this time she couldn't help herself. She reached out and gently grabbed his member through his boxers and began stroking it. A lovely groan/gasp escaped him.

Before he could do anything else, Sandra dropped to her knees and pulled his dick from his boxers and ever so lightly traced her tongue around the head of him. She heard a sharp intake of breath at this. Nothing made her feel more powerful than giving a blowjob. The way a man made noises and usually lay back and took it as she teased him relentlessly bringing him close to the edge then pulling him back. And when he lost control and grabbed her head and began fucking her mouth she could almost cum.

Now she exercised some of that power over her would-be rapist as she teased his cock with light tongue strokes, giving him only a taste of what he wanted from her mouth. Around the head, down each side of the shaft she went with the tip of her tongue, being sure to keep it lubricated to keep from dragging. His groans became more urgent and she could tell he was getting frustrated with her teasing. 

Back to the head she went, as she kissed the tip, letting her lips slightly slip over it. Then she pulled back and could tell he wanted to give her what for. She smiled and a little, throaty chuckle left her kiss swollen lips. Before the man knew what she was doing, Sandra plunged his dick into her wet mouth, taking his girth all the way into her throat.

"Holy fuck!" he gasped and she felt him lean over her as his hand hit the wall while his knees buckled. Sandra pulled back and chuckled around her mouthful and began moving up and down his shaft, her tongue flicking back and forth over the underside of his dick. She placed one hand around the base of him and brought her other hand up to cup his balls and lightly massage them. She felt him shudder as he moaned.

A few more times of deep throating and the man couldn't take it any more. He got down on the floor and pushed Sandra down. Moving down over her sex he pushed his hand against her and through her underwear began rubbing her clit. Now Sandra began to moan and her body jerked with the bolts of pleasure emanating from the little button.

Before long she was gasping and squirming under his handling. She heard him make an approval noise as he then pulled her panties down over her legs. When he came back from the task he pushed her knees apart and she then felt his mouth over her. When the first stroke of his tongue ran over her clit, Sandra cried out as her hips bucked upward. There was something so smooth about a tongue ravishing her clit. The sensation was so vastly different from fingers rubbing circles around it. That was harsh and though it felt nice it left her unsatisfied, but a tongue was like satin and had her feeling made of liquid velvet. 

As she reveled in the smooth tongue strokes she felt a finger slip into the depths of her pussy. She gasped and then groaned. Another finger entered and it was all she could do to keep from climaxing right then and there. Seriously, she needed more sex.

As his tongue licked and he sucked at her button, he began pumping his fingers in and out of her, flexing them to hit all sides of her, making her hips buck and her moans to rise in pitch. 

In and out, in and out, his fingers went. Round and round his tongue circled. Sandra was now helplessly grabbing at the wall, at the carpet, at his head as her orgasm neared. She was almost there, she could feel her muscles in her thighs bunching when suddenly he stopped all ministrations. It was only a few seconds but it felt like an eternity to Sandra when suddenly she felt him push himself into her. Sandra cried out, grabbing his arms as they came to rest on either side of her. 

"Fuck!" she yelled and instantly melted into moans as his dick moved inside her, bottoming out on her cervix, making her go wild. She raised her hips to meet each thrust, her legs hooking behind him, to pull him in harder.

"God, Sandra your so wet and tight for me. I don't know how much longer I can hold out."

Sandra's response was a groan of pleasure at hearing his appreciation. Then he leaned back and grabbed her knees, pushing them to her chest and he began pumping into her faster and harder. Sandra clapped a hand over her mouth as her cries grew too loud and her mind shattered from the pleasure.

"Mph, mph, mph!" Her voice cracked at the last and she closed her eyes as she felt her orgasm crash over her. Her back arched, which the man gladly used as he put his head down and sucked a nipple into his mouth as he continued to dive into her faster and faster, his own climax nearing as he felt Sandra tighten like a vice around him.

He gasped," Sandra, I'm gonna cum." This snapped her out of her lust-filled haze. She wasn't on the pill. No need to be when she wasn't getting any. She tried to push him off.

"No! I'm not on the pill," she gasped out as another climax suddenly tore through her. But the man either didn't care or wasn't listening as he groaned and thrust into her deeply a few more times. 

As their orgasms subsided, both of their chests heaving and Sandra's body racked with orgasm aftershocks, the man pulled out and Sandra could hear him getting his pants back on. Within moments light flared in the room as he opened the door and left, the door shutting her in the dark once more.

Sandra quickly fumbled for her phone and turned the assist light on and used it to put her clothes back on then find the light switch. She ran out of the room then in hopes of catching the man but there was no one around.

Another aftershock rippled through her and she gasped and leaned back against the wall, a small smile playing on her lips.



After Hours



It was very late in the evening, Sue Whitmore had been working for hours on end, trying to finish up her proposal for the new client. She had been working on getting this client for over a month now, and if everything was satisfactory, it could mean a promotion. She had lost track of the time, it was almost 10:30 P.M., and she hadn't had a bite to eat since lunch, no wonder she was feeling weak. She grabbed a menu from her desk drawer, called and ordered a salad and sandwich. She was the only one left in the building, so she instructed the man on the phone to have the delivery guy buzz extension 623, and she would buzz the door.

After she hung up she put the menu back in her desk drawer and noticed her little secret friend. It was a pen vibrator, for those times when she just needed to relax. She couldn't have some big vibrator in her desk, somebody might find it by accident. She had been working so much lately, she couldn't remember the last time she had had real sex. She figured she had about 1/2 an hour to kill before her food arrived, so why not take the edge off. Sue was attractive, 5'5", nice natural tits, 36c, and a really cute little tight ass, black hair down to her ass, she had dumped her last boyfriend when she found out he was cheating on her, so she had buried herself in her work to get her mind of it. The lack of sex was getting to her though, she really needed to get off. She unbuttoned her blouse and slid her fingers inside and caressed her nipples, feeling them harden at her touch, mmmmmmmmm, it had been so long, she pulled up her short skirt and turned on her little vibrator and slowly moved it up and down her panties, feeling the vibrations, she started to moan slightly. To hell with it, I'm the only one here, so off with the panties. She spread her legs wide and slid the pen between her lips and let it slide inside. Oh god this feels good. For a small vibrator it was very strong, the vibes were getting her wetter by the minute. Just as she was getting close to cumming, the buzzer went off, it was her food, great timing kid. She buzzed the door and told him to come up to room 623.

She very quickly tried to straighten herself up, she slipped her panties back on just in time. There was a knock on the door and there he was, no kid she thought to herself, this guy was about her age and she was already horny as hell. She felt that since he had interrupted her orgasm, she would make him finish the job off. She walked over to him and as she was walking she faked twisting her ankle. He helped her to the couch in her office and sat her down. I'm sorry, that was so clumsy of me. He lifted her ankle up and examined it, she let out a little yelp. His hands felt really good stroking her leg, it had been months since the last time she got laid. She had to try and keep him there longer, so she asked him if he could go down the hall to the break room and get some ice for her ankle. While he was gone she laid down and pulled her skirt up some more so he would have a better view of what she had to offer.

He came back in and she had him sit down and she put her foot in his lap. Thanks so much for helping me, what's your name, I'm Sue. Tim he replied, not believing what was happening to him. Some of the other guys at work talked about things like this happening, but Tim never thought it could happen to him. Having her foot laying in his lap, and the view he had up Sue's skirt, was starting to get him aroused. Sue could feel his cock getting hard under her foot, and new that she was having the desired effect on him. Tim looked up her skirt and could see that Sue's panties were wet, and his cock grew some more. Sue started to move her foot a little bit, in slow circle's in Tim's crotch. He placed his hand on her leg and started to massage very slowly, Sue let a slight moan out, mmmmmmmm, that feels good.

Tim looked over at Sue and couldn't believe his own eyes, Sue had her hand inside her blouse and was caressing her tits. Tim decided to go for it, he slid his hand further up her leg to see if she would say anything, higher up her thigh, up to the hem of her skirt, no complaints. He let his hand slip up under her skirt, his fingers inches from heaven, that's when he looked at her, she just smiled and spread her legs further apart. He could feel the heat coming from her pussy, and when he finally touched her she was so wet, he slipped his middle finger inside and she let out a low moan.

Sue started to undo her blouse, fuck her work, right now she needed some me time. Sue removed her blouse, by now Tim had pushed her skirt all the way up around her waist and lowered his face to her wet crotch. As soon as his tongue touched her clit she bucked, oh god that's it, lick my cunt, yes, don't stop, oh yes, he slid his finger back inside and concentrated on her clit, one more flick of his tongue and she was cumming, her first orgasm in months.

Sue had to see his cock, her foot had been rubbing it before, and it felt really good. She moved over to Tim and grabbed his belt, and before he knew it his pants were down around his ankles. Sue had been with a few guy who were big, but this guy was thick, really thick. His cock was about 6 inches long, but it was as thick as a beer can. Sue couldn't get it into her mouth, so she just started licking his shaft, up and down, up and down, Tim loved it, he let his fingers stroke her hair. Sue stroked his cock as she licked him. This was insane, she knew she couldn't open her mouth that wide, but had to find out if she could stuff his fat cock inside her wet pussy.

Sue got up, walked, without a limp to her desk, Tim couldn't help but notice. She reached in her purse and pulled out a small bottle of lube. I need your fat cock in my cunt Tim, I just have to have it buried deep inside. Tim wasn't about to complain, she put lube all over his thick cock, had him lie down, and she straddled his cock. Sue grabbed his cock and stroked it back and forth against her wet pussy, feeling the big head of his cock, this might hurt, but I need it. Sue felt the head pushing into her pussy, god it was tight, the lube was helping, she lowered her pussy down, 2 inches, she was amazed, how much it was stretching her pussy lips apart. She pushed some more, and another inch was in. Suddenly Tim grabbed her by her waist and gave a big hard shove up, while pulling her waist down, oh my god, it felt like she had just been ripped in half. Tim remained still, letting her adjust to his thick cock.

Sue slowly raised herself up, her juices were flowing, she was feeling every inch of his cock like she had never felt a cock before, she was really full of cock. Sue lowered down, mmmmmmm, unbelievable. Tim grabbed her hips again and started moving her up and down faster and faster. She felt her orgasms start, one right after the other, never before, multiple orgasms, oh fuck me, fuck me, don't stop, your cock is the best. Wave after wave of orgasms, Sue passed out.

When she came to, Tim had her bent over the arm of the couch, and slid his cock in again, it went in easier now, he grabbed her hips and started ramming his cock in hard and deep, his balls slapping against her everytime he buried his cock. Tim slapped her ass checks as he fucked her hard, again Sue was cumming. Tim reached around and pinched at Sue's nipples, he was getting close, suddenly he pulled his cock out of her wet pussy and spun her around. Sue got down on her knees just as the first load shot out of the end of his thick cock, she caught the first load in her waiting mouth, the next shot hit her tits, he kept jerking more cum out, she kept on trying to catch as much as she could, when he finished she raised her mouth to his cock and licked it clean. She looked at the clock and realized that her proposal would never get done. Sue gave Tim her phone number, she had to have that cock again.



After Hours



Pausing a moment, in the midst of wiping down the bar top. I decide I need a break, it's been another long night, the crowd has now gone. My clean up is almost complete. A mountain of glasses washed, a cooler packed, juices chilling, towels stacked.

I dim the lights, a cold lemonade in hand. I take an unaccustomed seat at the bar. Turning completely around. Resting my back against the edge. Sipping quietly, reflecting on the evenings' events. listening to the bubbling sounds of the tub. 

Out of the corner of my eye, I see the door open, and a silhouetted figure enter. The darkness swallows the shape as the door closes. Oddly enough I could have sworn I locked the door.

The sound of heels click, as the figure moves through the shadows. Nearing me, I squint, more curious as the hint of perfume hits me.

Stepping into the light, taking her all in from top to bottom. Her hair looks amazing, clad in a long coat, like a black trench but tighter, form fitting. Black stockings cover what little of her sweet legs I can see, ending in a pair of high heels, black and dangerous.

She takes an assessment of me, and does not seem displeased. When our gaze meet, there isn't the usual bashful or uneasiness between us. Her eyes are determined, like a cat stalking.

Cautiously she approaches, I haven't moved a muscle. She steps in the space between my knees, leaning forward. First resting her hands on my thighs, then leting them glide up, past the belt, presing on to my abdomen, across my chest. Cooing, as the fingers of her right hand, trace cirlces on the skin at my open collar. The left glides up my arm until she removes the glass from my hand.

Bringing it to her mouth, noting I haven't taken my eyes from her. Taking a long drink, placing the glass on the bar behind me, then seductively licking her lips.

Her hands resting on my chest as she leans in, without hesitation, like a flash, I feel her hands at the back of my neck, as her lips are upon mine. Almost in concert, do our mouths open, I can taste the lemon on her tongue. An endless series of sensual caresses take place. From long slow sweeps, short fast fluttering, darting, suckling sweetly.

Every moment my hunger for her grows. Heads turning, pressing into one another. Feeling her fingers curling in my hair, raking her nails, digging in. My eyes rolling back in ecstasy.

Suddenly, she pulls back from me. Eyes wide, trying to find out what is wrong, gasping for breath.

A wicked grin forms as she steps back. Lithe fingers, undoing the belt of her over coat. With a hush it lands at her heels.

Before me....stands my desire.

The high heels, thigh high stockings, delicate lace panties of intricate design, a majestic corset, her bosom threatening to spill out with each breath. All items black as midnight.

By an almost inaudible "...wow..." that I barely and breathlessly manage, she undoubtedly is aware of my feelings. Truthfully I must shift a bit in my seat, as the tightness in my pants grows uncomfortable.

With a look of wanton invitation, her hand reaches out for me. Hand in hand she leads me over to the couch. Trailing behind in tow, watching her saunter, hips, her ass, moving side to side, hypnotic.

Impassioned and overcome, I can not wait, as I step in and enwrap her, pulling her to me, my lips on the back and side of her neck. She place her hands on mine, guiding them over the corset to her breasts. Shifting her hips back slightly, to rub herself over my ever growing excitement. Raising one leg behind her, hooking around my leg, letting the shoe tip gliding up and down my calf.

Tilting her head back, resting it upon my shoulder, moaning as my teeth skim over her skin.

One hand, fingers wide, squeezing her bosom passionately but tenderly. As the other goes down to find the edge of the black lace. Following the patterns, tips tracing.

Cooing in a voice I have never heard from her before, "Tear them." Perplexed, my hand pauses. Instantly I hear her repeat "Tear them off!"

I don't want to damage the dainty garment, but my desire overcomes me, as I grip the light material in my fist, ripping it from her now quivering body. Her gasp, almost masks the sound of the Velcro on the panties.

When she reaches back, small but strong hands, on my ass, grabbing tightly. Her bare bottom, sliding over me, pressing harder.

Licking up her neck, kissing and biting, nibbling on her lobes. Panting and gasping. Tasting her skin, inhaling her scent, feeling her heat, and the sounds she makes drives me wild.

Slipping my hand in to the corset, caressing the whole breasts thumbing the aroused nipple affectionately.

Unusually slow fingers run through the soft damp hair I have just revealed. My eyes close as she shutters at my touch, so close to her sex.

Letting my fingers run over every spot caringly. So hot and wet, so slick with passion. How I hunger for her.

A single fingertip glides through the soaked lips to her swelling clit. I start to stroke over it, back and forth, using an array of pressures, different speeds, even taking the time to circle it slowly and teasingly. With each variation, I am rewarded with a gasp or a moan, a yelp or a cry. How turned on I am by her pleasure, but really I want more!

As if she could read my mind, she lets go of my ass, and unhooks her leg from mine. Pulling from me, taking the two more steps forward to the couch, turning to me and sits. Raising her hand up, curling a finger, becoming me. Nearing she presents me with an open palm, a sign to stop, so I do.

As she sits, I stand before her. I gaze down as she peers up. An aching and wanting in our eyes. Her hands start on my waist, I reach out to her. Quickly she takes hold of my wrists, bringing them back to my sides. Then slowly she wags her index finger at me in a "no-no" fashion.

I smile as her busy hands pull out my tucked in shirt. With a suddenness unexpected, she rips the shirt open. The buttons fly everywhere. I don't know who was surprised more, but the look on her face shifts from surprise to delight as she looks upon my bare chest.

Her lithe fingers and open palm gliding over my chest. I blush a bit, as she looks over my body. Her eyes sparkle. In a blink I feel her lips, so hot, pressed to my skin, as she pulls the shirt down my arms. I quake at her loving bites and the sensation of her tongue dabbing and licking.

My head tilts back, looking to the ceiling. As my belt is loosened, it is closely followed by the unbuttoning of my trousers. I suspect what is next, so I slip out of my shoes, just as my remaining garments are pulled from me.

Again standing there, awaiting as she inspects, loving the way she looks at me, over every inch.

Looking down to see her kiss me softly on my inner thigh. all around my manhood, taking great delight with each kiss how I throb, incredibly swelling more. My hardness before me, eyes darting up to mine with a grin.

As my lids lower, her searing breath washes over the very tip of me. Passing between her lips, entering her mouth, so hot and wet, feeling like liquid fire. Taking me in, enveloping me. The suction bringing the walls in. Starting a slow pace, gliding up and down. I cry out in pleasure, her hands, one clutching my bottom as the other cups under me. Rolling them in her palm, tugging gently, nails dragging on my softest skin, so close to my hardest.

Mesmerized and excited by her aggression. I find my hips arching slightly with each pass of her mouth. her moans traveling through me, the vibrations sending me reeling. My hands on the sides of her head. Fingertips slipping through her hair. Riding the movement of her steady pace. Eyes never leaving mine, feeding off my expressions. My body shaking, tells her I could be close, but she won't have that yet.

Pulling her mouth back slowly, in a long hard stroke, the tip of her tongue, fluttering a long the bottom length of my shaft, till finally breaking contact with a loud and delicious slurp.

Eyes wide on her as she grins up at me. My saliva soaked member feels the coolness of the outside air. my hand caresses her cheek, her head turns and kisses my palm.

Taking hold and drawing down the front of her corset, revealing her bountiful bosom, my mouth actually opens in disbelief. Watching me marvel at her magnificence makes her giggle as she scoots closer, cupping them, enveloping me. My hips begin to drive in and pull back automatically, sliding my full length. Her breasts surrounding me, nipples pointing and hard. My mind racing with pleasure, still wondering what I did to deserve such attention.

Ooohing and ahhing with each pass, her tongue brushes my tip as it nears. Throbbing, swelling during each stroke.

Minutes of intense attention go by, my loins ach for her, I must have her. Sexy and sweet, innocent but seductive, aggressive but gentle. All woman... all mine.

With an easy touch to her shoulder, she looks up. My eyes, deep, with a look of quiet longing, a look of yearning, a pleading for her.

How easily does she set the fire in me. She knows she could continue and bring me to the edge, but happily she shares my want. Hips arching back, my hardness, unsheathed from her voluptuous breasts.

Sliding back from the edge of the couch, bringing her legs up and apart, baring her essence to me. The heels of her shoes pressed, digging in, threatening to puncture the upholstery.

Oh how good she looks!

I desperately want to return all the delights she has given to me so far. Swiftly I swoop in, drooping to my knees, my mouth is on her heated core, licking and sucking on her saturated softness. A loud gasp from the shock then her hands immediately on the back of my head, pulling me to her, balling fists of my short hair, her hips gyrating into my mouth.

Driven by her scent, thick, dusky and rich. My head bobbing and turning wildly. My tongue a frenzy over her clit. Her moisture covering my face as I hungrily have at her. Moaning louder every second I devour her sex. Letting loose my tongue, plunging deeply into her furnace.

A quick yelp, followed by a rapid secessions of cries. Looking up, her back arching, head turning right and left, hair swishing wildly. Her breast heaving. My mouth making sweet love to her. 

Thrust after thrust of her hips, suddenly stop, back bowed, her hands, so strong, pull me so tight and close unto her, I feel if I have become one with her. A crescendo of cries, rising higher and higher, pierces the night as her body tenses. A shutter, then the shaking uncontrollable.

Brought to the very edge, the peak, cresting a tidal wave of ecstasy, crashing down into and through her, as she is washed away in orgasmic delight.

Wave after waves of after shocks roll through and follow. Taking tender and loving care, I slow the intense attention, I have been showing this amazing woman. This woman of unparalleled joy and bliss.

Softly kissing on and about her sex, watching as her arched hips sink back, incredibly slow. The goddess' form, recontouring to the shape of the couch.

Hard labored gasps, eventually replaced with a steady rhythm, she finds the energy to lift her lids. Glowing, a sense of contentment. But where I see a look of tranquility and peace in her eyes, she sees the storm in mine. 

Rising up again, she to moves, wordlessly. Turning up on her knees, back to me, leaning over. Taking hold of the top edge of the couch. 

Inching my way forward, my hands, sliding up her thighs to her sexy bottom. Stepping up with my left foot, resting at the outside of her left knee.

Taking hold, fingers spread, thumbs pressing in circles. Feeling the grazing of the high heels several times, urging me on, as do the moans.

Leaning in, tip, swollen, hard, beseeching, letting it glide, rotating my hips, soaking the head. savoring the touch, enjoying her body responding to me. Bucking her bottom towards me, gyrating and an almost silent whine of the word "...now..." Enlightening me to her growing impatience.

Pressing up against firmly, not quite entering. Our bodies quivering with anticipation. Never wanting as much as this before.

Driving in a single determined thrust, not as gentle as my nature governs, but not as animalistic as my loins demand. But an intoxicating balance.

An onslaught of sensations occur at once. in concert we moan loudly. Engulfing me in her sweet embrace, taking me in, a welcoming that causes me to shutter to my very core. Blinded by the heat, hips arch forward at impossible angles, my head snapping back, buttocks clenched, feeling myself swell inside of her, throbbing. Her grip tightens over me in response.

Incredibly slow, retracting immeasurably, easing back, only to go forward. Much faster, craving that initial contact again. Her head snaps back, I feel the edge of her hair whipping over me. My want seizes me, my pace hastens, thrusting, gliding in to the fire. My hands firmly gripping her hips. selfishly I pull her on to me again and again. Loving her moans. How she arches her bottom back and up at me.

Independent action from our hips. Bodies slapping, soaked in our excitement. Collision after collision. fighting to breath. Driving harder and deeper. Wanting her. never like this before. all my energy, every bit of my being with each thrust. Every pass trying to become one with her. 

Calling her name, now, quietly at first, but as I near the edge, louder and she can hear my voice tremble. I can feel my body quake with hers. She starts to cry my name in response. My body in a frenzy. Both of us knowing we are so close.

My brow, glistening with sweat, gasping for breath. the shaking starts as I cry for her name one last time. Yielding myself, with all I have left, both of us letting go, our release, shuttering through us in unison. As I throb and pulse deep within her walls filling her, wave after wave, so hot, feeling her contractions, tightening on me, during her own orgasm, milking me of every drop as she moans over and over.

Moving, with what little strength, I can muster, leaning in, my chest to her back, arms wrapped around, holding her to me, guiding her, laying her on her side. The two of us still intertwined. Gently stroking her hair, kissing the back of her head.

Slowly drifting off into an orgasmic induced slumber.

Sometime later, I wake to a gentle kiss upon my lips. Eyes open, on her, now reclad in her long coat. "I just wanted to thank you for the lemonade.' Followed by a soft smile and a light blush. 

I lay there in utter awe, watching as she walked to the door, heels clicking. Looking back for a second, a sly wink, and then she's gone.



After Hours



I walk up and you just look at me... when my hand reaches down to caress your cock, it shocks you. You open your mouth to say something but nothing comes out. I am already there silencing you with a kiss... 

My hand undoes your fly and your cock springs out. "No underwear... " I whisper to you quietly as I kneel down. All of a sudden, you feel your cock enveloped in warmth... you moan as my tongue swirls circles and I suck on you... 

You grow harder quickly, as I take your hand and move it under my skirt. 

You smile and whisper "No underwear"... You are bold now and push me back onto the desk lifting my skirt and lowering your mouth to my wetness gently licking my pussy, feeling how wet I am. 

You see me fondling my breasts as you're licking me and if possible your cock gets even harder and larger. I begin to moan, "Put it in me! Fuck Me! I want you... "

You smile and gently take him out the rest of the way letting your pants fall. You position yourself over me, watching as I lie on the desk with my skirt hiked around my hips and smile. All of a sudden, I gasp as you push your cock into me, the gasp changing to a scream as I cum just from you going in. 

You start to pump slowly at first and begin to get harder. I look at you as we make eye contact as I pull my shirt undone and pull your mouth down towards my nipples. I moan as I feel you flick it with your tongue while you still have one arm wrapped around my leg so you can keep pumping... 

You move to kiss my neck for a moment... then you pull me up and I pull move myself forward, feeling your cock going deeper and deeper into my pussy... I squeeze my muscles tight around your cock and feel your leg muscles start to stiffen... I scream as I cum yet again and whisper 

"Fill me with your cum!! I want you to cum inside me... "

It’s as if by saying that I opened the floodgate... you cum inside, filling me to the brim. I squeeze my pussy muscles as you throb in me and keep squeezing as you slowly cum down from where you were, you shiver from the pleasure. 

All of a sudden we hear something... "Someone’s coming," I whisper. You pull out and quickly do up your trousers as I pull my skirt down and do up my shirt. I look for my bra, but realise I took it off before I got here, thinking of wanting you and hoping you would taste my nipples... 

It was nothing, just a sound in the corridor. It's time for me to leave anyway so I pick up my bag, and text books. 

“Thank you, I have to go... ”

You look at me, a woman with pert 20 year old breasts and smile... “Bye then. I'll see you tomorrow I hope. ”

I smile and leave... I have an appointment with my maths tutor tonight, university is so much fun.



After Hours



I walk into the café, seeing you at the back, poring over a newspaper, looking innocent and contented, with a row of empty espresso cups laid out before you. I already find myself picturing you without your clothes. I almost want to leave you as you are, take my place in the spectator gallery, and watch you when you don’t know I’m looking. But then you look up, and somehow catch my eye, smiling knowingly. I walk slowly over to you, never taking my eyes from yours, and as you stand to embrace me, I make sure I press my body as tightly against yours as I can get away with without arousing suspicion from the other patrons. I kiss you swiftly, our lips meeting fleetingly, and the sensation travels straight to my groin. I place my hands on your hips to steady myself, but then pull away and giggle self-consciously. You suggest we move on to a nearby bar, where we will be able to chat more freely. Conversation is easy, but we are both aware of a sub-plot, of an alternative agenda. 

We drink a little more than we should, all the while the eye contact burning a path throughout my body, making me wish we were alone. We search each others faces for clues, trying to work out what the other is thinking, and occasionally, our hands brush across each other, hinting at what we have to look forward to. You receive a message on your mobile phone, a mutual friend, and as I bend behind you to read it, you feel my warm breath stirring the hairs on the back of your neck, my already erect nipples pressed lightly to you. 

You shiver inwardly, but maintain the facade that you are in control, as you always like to believe yourself to be, and always claimed you would be. It is a warm night, and as you sip your cool gin and tonic, you can’t help but conjure up impressions of what it would feel like to have my naked body next to yours. I watch your lips skirting the rim of your glass. Noticing this, you tease me, running your tongue across the lip, watching my eyes widen in response. The eye contact remains intense, I can feel the blush rising up my neck, yet this is the only thing to suggest what is really going on, things that before we have only really joked about with each other.

Before we know it, the bar is closing, you saying you are too tired to go on to a club, all the while knowing that the excuse is as see-through as your blouse. We leave the bar, for the first time of the evening feeling a sense of almost awkward uneasiness, knowing this is the make or break stage of our evening together. As we walk back along the riverside, you gather the courage to reach for my hand, sending waves of desire throughout my being. At last, your skin on mine, even if it is just a small token of the possibilities. I feel overwhelmed, and cannot subdue the urge to pull you to me and kiss you tenderly. As I do so, I feel your heartbeat quicken. I crane my head in towards yours, my lips brushing lightly across yours, somersaults inside me. My mouth melds to yours, the heat conducting between our bodies, my fingers reaching out to stroke your face. I open my eyes, not believing that this is truly happening, but there you are, your eyes smiling back at me, in that confident manner I love so much. Your eyes reveal rainbows of opportunities, like octaves of chances to come. I run my finger across your lips, never moving my mouth away in case it brings the dream to an end. Your hands on me feel amazing, one on each side of my waist, slipping just underneath the bottom of my tee-shirt. As I move my hands and stroke them through your hair, I offer you my tongue, which you willingly accept, and suck with urgency into your mouth. Our tongues finally meet, and I’m ready to swoon, your hands grounding me enough to keep me stable. The world around us has disappeared, we are all that is left. Never mind the gangs of men stumbling home drunkenly from the pub, stopping and ogling at our display. We don’t even hear their sleazy comments, we are so absorbed in each other. I can’t believe how good this feels, like I am a teenager again, in the first throes of passion with another girl, discovering the possibilities, the taboo nature of the act making me all the more excited. 

Your mouth feels soft against mine, comforting me that you feel the same way, that you will look after and protect me. Your tongue probes deeper, you mingling with me, sealing our passion for each other. You pull your mouth away and I am crestfallen, thinking that even seconds away from you would injure me beyond recovery. But then you surprise me by leaning in to kiss my neck. You know from previous conversations that this is a weakness of mine, and you intend to regain some of your advantage, and use it to ensure that I am yours entirely. I bend my head to the side, offering myself up to you, making myself vulnerable, as you continue to kiss your way across my throat and neck. 

The shivers this sends right through me are fantastic, like sitting in the waltzers at the fairground, not knowing which parts of your body you could have left behind, but feeling the excitement in the pit of your stomach. Finally, you pull away. I’m silently imploring you never to stop. You once again take my hand and, this time, begin to lead me in the direction of your home, ‘accidentally’ brushing my breast lightly with your arm, causing my stomach to leap and my cunt to moisten further. The walk feels like an eternity, our breathing heavy against the silence of the night, unsure with every step that my legs will be able to carry me there. Yet I know this is the most important thing I have ever had to do, as if I’m climbing the final fifty metres of Everest, I know that if I can just ignore the painful pangs of passion and make it to your door, then I shall be rewarded accordingly. We speak little for the rest of the journey, each too focused on what this means. The silence is comfortable, but intense and loaded with sub-contexts of secret eroticism.

After walking for about twenty minutes, although my cunt telling me it was a lot longer, you begin to fumble for your door key. You find it, and standing in the porch in the moonlight, I am once again overwhelmed by the fervour of what you can make me feel, just by being near. As you turn to open the door, I take the opportunity to move in behind you, embracing you, my hands around to your full, soft breasts, moulding myself to your buttocks, pressing myself against you until we are almost one and the same. Oh, if only we could just get these damn clothes off. As if you read my mind, you pull me with you into the hallway, passionately, needily, pushing me back against the wall, and beginning to lift up my top. You notice the pace of my breathing, and begin to realise the extent of the effect you have on me, making mental plans to use this to your advantage. With a surge of confidence, or maybe just uncontrollable desire, I also remove your blouse, surprised that you let me get so close so quickly. Seconds, later, both bras removed, we are pressed to one another, locked once more in a wonderful and passionate kiss. I try to remember when I have ever felt anything so good as your warm, soft skin against mine, and can think of none, although I’m finding it hard to think coherently at all. I moan deeply at the feelings that are welling up inside me, and you know I am yours, to do with what you will.

Moving inside, losing the rest of our clothing as we go, we stumble to the bed together, collapsing in each others arms. I can’t get close enough to you, I want for every inch of my skin to be in contact with yours. Nevertheless I pull away slightly, I want to get a better look at you. Your body turns me on so much, the smooth, smooth skin and sensuous womanly curves. I run my hands across your frame and feel you shiver slightly in response. Taking this as my cue, I shuffle down the bed, and wrap my hot mouth around your nipple, taking the other between my fingers, and feeling it stiffen in response. I tease for a short while, running my tongue around your aureola, before sucking it quickly and roughly into my mouth, twisting the other between thumb and forefinger. You gasp at this sensation, and moan a little, driving me to bite lightly, and then harder on your swollen nipple. Lost in the sensations I am causing, I leave myself open to you unexpectedly regaining control, and rolling me back onto the bed, overpowering me, straddling me, confining me. Time slows down, as if following a film script, following directors cues. But the ecstasy in this case is in not knowing how the story will progress. 

Before I know it I am tied up and alone, blindfolded, ties at my wrists and ankles, a rope around my neck to stop me moving. The rope is not tight, but is enough to stop me lifting my head - you want complete control over me, and it seems you know how to get it. You love my expectancy, my not being able to see what you will do next, not being able to relieve myself. I don’t know whether you have left the room or are watching me as I lie there frustrated, needing release, not from my confines, but from the uncomfortable lust which you have built up inside me. 

I listen for you, and can hear you faintly breathing from across the room, my cunt jolts again as I realise you are watching me, teasing me until you know I can stand it no longer. I call your name, and there is no response. I plead with you. Still nothing. Then, just when I am about to give up, yield completely to your power, I feel movement beside me on the bed, your tongue once again penetrating my mouth, your fingers running through my hair. I want so much to pull you to me and savour this kiss, for I do not know how long I have you for before you abandon me again. Using the little control I have over you, I force my tongue into your mouth, letting it dance with yours, while I kiss you passionately. Despite the restraints, this kiss is the most natural feeling in the world, as our tongues envelop each other, exploring the contours of each others’ lips and mouth.

You move to once more sit on top of me, I moan at how wet I can feel you are, finally understanding how hard you are finding it to keep even a semblance of your original control, teasing your own cunt just a little. I lie there, blind, not knowing what you will do next to make me want you, growing frenzied with my mounting passion, driving me insane. You grasp at my breasts again, boisterously yanking at my puffy nipples; I am moaning in response. You move away slightly, and I feel a surge of fear that you will leave me again. But, seconds later, I feel you once more, placing your breast close to my mouth, teasing me. I suck it to me earnestly, realising as I do so that I can taste you on yourself where you have placed your finger to your own wet pussy and gilded your nipple with your moistened digit. This only serves to entice me further, desperately reaching as far as I can, given the confines of the rope around my neck, taking all of you that I can get. After a short while, you pull your breast away from me, your heart leaping as I try to keep my hold on it with my teeth. You know that I am ready for you, for what you have been dreaming of in the lead up to my visit.

You slowly, agonisingly kiss your way down my body, your breath hot and fast on my abdomen, moving gradually down until your lips meet my inner thighs, teasing me, prolonging my need to have you inside of me. Running your tongue just briefly over my swollen, throbbing clit, I moan out in response to the new heights of desire which you are awakening in me. All the while, your hands explore the curves of my body, as if you are trying to read my story, like Braille across my skin, as if it is you that is blindfolded. Your hands feel warm and tender across my frame, yet a sense of urgency is now conveyed. Moaning now with pleasure, I try to implore you on some psychic level to touch me, touch me where we both know I most want and need you. The only power I have is to pathetically grind my hips a little, and whimper to let you know how good you feel on me. My body tells you this without a word. I want to talk, to guide you, to beg with you to fuck me, but you have threatened that if I am not good you will gag me, and I want my mouth to be free to accept all that you may offer me.

You pass your fingers across my cunt, appraising my wetness, and realising for the first time that the lips are shaven smooth, a smile creeping across your face. Your fingers begin to explore my folds, tentatively at first. You bring your fingers to my mouth and move to kiss the nectar off, marvelling at both how wet I am for you, and how salty-sweet it tastes. For a moment I think I can even hear your heartbeat as you do this, my senses heightened against the blackness of the blindfold. I listen closely, unsure as to whether it is simply my own heart, trying to escape the confines of my body, abandoning me completely to nameless lust and desire. Pangs of passion for you once more hit my cunt as I realise how much you, in your silent way, are wanting and enjoying this too, savouring the effect you are having on me. As I try to lean in to the kiss, the rope pulls taut across my neck. I’m caught, unable to breathe, regretfully having to back away. The coarse rope feels good, contradicting the feeling of having your fingers slowly, and surprisingly gently, once more trace a path down my exposed belly. I suck in my breath, understanding where you are now heading. As your fingers move, they leave shivers like tattoos across my skin, creating a masterpiece on the canvas that is my naked frame.

You can tell now that I’m close to the edge. My sighs come quick and hot. You push three fingers inside of me, all at once, enveloped like summer waves by my sodden flesh. I gasp and cry out, my intense, low, guttural moan causing your clit to throb in time with the movements your fingers make in and out of my dripping sex. The ripples of pleasure build inside me, like breakers ready to hit the shore, not knowing whether they are spiralling towards or away from my epicentre, my life-force, my cunt. I scream out to you as I start to cum, my whole body covered slowly, inch by inch, in warm water, or maybe it is more like honey, washing over me. Stars collide in front of my deprived eyes. My toes feel as if you are burying them in the sun-heated sand, my head as if already buried, or floating somewhere out to sea. 

As the tide begins to ebb away, you move up to kiss me. I survive only on the breath which I borrow from you. After holding me fleetingly until I am still, you remove my blindfold, the desire I see in your eyes burning into my retinas. You shift on the bed, positioning your cunt above my mouth, hovering just far enough away that my tongue cannot reach. I am forced to wait, to lie there and stare into you, willing you to move closer, to let me taste. Finally ceding, you lower yourself to me, my hot mouth ready for you, your wetness fusing with mine of a different tune. I want to pull you down on me, hard, force my tongue inside you, but, still tied up, your movements dictate mine. Taking your clitoris between my lips, holding it there delicately, I run my tongue across it, feeling you begin to grind your hips against my face. This is my cue. 

Running my tongue upwards, from the base of your saturated slit, taking my time, flicking quickly over your clit with each stroke, you instinctively push yourself hard against my mouth, anticipating each movement of my tongue, automatically moving with me. Moving to pinch your labia, a little harder now, between my teeth, I pull my head away a little, taking your soft flesh with me. You know you are losing your composure now, elegies escaping your lips, emanating from the depths of your being, moaning in time with the motion of my face against your cunt. 

Alternately driving my tongue into you and retracting it to suck forcefully on your clit, hard against my soft mouth, circling my tongue as I go, you scream out words of love, unaware in your frenzied state of what you are saying. Dragging my wanting tongue across your clit, applying pressure now all around the head, the muscles there taut and expectant, I play to reach the perfect note. And then it hits me. Your whole cunt contracts in powerful convulsions against my face, your lyrical cries like a wavering crescendo, discovering melodies never before sung, the fluid pouring out of you sapping your energy more with each second. I lap at this sacred offering, like a kitten at a saucer of milk, relishing every drop, knowing it is all for me, my face now as wet as your cunt. You pant appreciatively as you feel hundreds of tiny ricochets against the walls of your pussy, your body growing limp. Finally collapsing against me, our skin damp, you hold me close to you, nestling in to my warm, sticky body. 

Eventually you bend to untie me, slowly, leisurely, prolonging my relief, allowing me to recuperate a little. Finally able to look into your eyes once more, I see the sentiments held therein have changed now, your gaze softer, almost grateful. Free at last from the confines of the binds and rope, the release I feel mimics your orgasm. Clasping me to you, your skin is once more against mine, its softness a contrast to what has gone before. This feeling is safe, the paradise of spending an eternity with our limbs entwined. Make-up smeared across my face, I suddenly feel self-conscious again, in front of the beauty and inspiration of your body. 

You recognise this in me, and bow your head to kiss my eyelids, softly, in turn, littering my face with soothing kisses. I brush my fingers across your back, able finally to touch you as I want, my hands rushing to explore your body, composing rhapsodies up and down your spine. I explore every inch of your skin, your back like an alluring expanse of ocean, which draws me in until I am swimming in your flesh. After lying together like this for a time, touching, stroking, sharing our bodies with each other, we finally have to seek solace and calm in the realms of sleep. Curled up against each other, your head on my chest, we are lulled together into a peaceful slumber, only to dream of caressing each other some more.



After Hours



I was working late again – that had become a habit. I was a year into this new job and I don't think I'd come home before 11pm more than twice. 

Sometimes I'd get a break and have to attend a function somewhere in the city, a few drinks talking shop with colleagues and perhaps a passing glance at a beautiful woman.

These days passing glances was about all the amounted to a sex life for me. Being single and a man who was determined to make it to the top didn't really allow for much of a social life. My thoughts of late however, had been drifting towards a co-worker, Debbi. 

Debbi worked downstairs as a senior account rep in our company. Besides being so busy, I never thought I had much of a chance with her. She was a few years older than me and absolutely one of the most beautiful women I had ever seen. She stood at about 5'5" with shoulder length wavy brown hair. She was a petite woman with one of the best asses around. To complete the perfect package was a set of piercing blue eyes and a smile that whenever she looked at me, sent shivers through my spine and a jolt to my loins.

We had worked on a number of projects together and I admit at first concentrating on the job was difficult. Whatever she wears seems to fit her perfectly. Every article of clothing perfectly articulating her body, she never dressed trashy. Who knew that business outfits were very flattering?

Last night Debbi and I both attended a celebration party for one our accounts. We had both had a few drinks and enjoyed a great talk. One of the benefits of working together all this time was that we had become friendly enough that we could talk openly with each other. This recent project had become so intense that I had forgotten about the lust I always kept inside for her and really focused on the work. 

It was almost impossible to catch a cab after the party so Debbi and I ended up sharing one. We talked for a while and as she got out at her stop she said, "Mike, I'm so glad you were there tonight. You know how much I hated this project and I know how busy you are, so thanks for taking the time out and keeping me company."

I told her that the diversion from the office was welcome and that I would be happy to keep her company any time. She smiled and out of the blue told me that I was cute to be so polite and then leaned in for the customary kiss on the cheek – or so I thought. She ran her hand along my chest and kissed me on the lips, slightly licking my upper lip with the very tip of her tongue, winked and got out of the cab.

I was so shocked and spent the next fifteen minutes kicking myself for not leaping out of the cab and following her to her door. I spent the whole night tossing and turning wondering what would have happened if I had returned the kiss.

So there I was at 8pm, my thoughts drifting to the brief kiss from Debbi the night before. I was so into reliving those 30 seconds that I didn't hear her knock on my door.

"Got a minute?" She asked. As I looked up, I laughed at the how cliché the scene was. Here I was dreaming of her and there she was standing in my doorway in a white blouse, tight black pants, her hair down on her shoulders and the light from the outer hallway making a body halo around her.

"What's so funny?"

"Nothing", I answered. "You look like an angel in that light. The angel of the office – sounds silly doesn't it?"

"Honey, you don't know me that well. Angel is one thing I've never been called!" She replied with a wink. 

"That wink always gets me." I blurted out. "Sorry – What can I do for you?" I hate when the filter between my brain and mouth breaks down.

"Well Mike, we were both pretty buzzed last night and I just want to make sure that everything is ok between us. Sometimes I get a little carried away with someone I really like and tend to be forward." 

"Uh…no…it was fine. I mean I uh… no worries…um…" I stammered. Great, now the filter was working but my mouth had shut down. 

"So you didn't mind that I kissed you last night?"

I pulled myself together and said, "No, in fact I've been thinking of it all day. I was just replaying it in my head right when you walked in."

She acted slightly shocked, "You've been thinking about the little kiss all day and you never came down to talk to me? You really do work too hard Mike."

Debbi took two steps into my office, whispered, "I think we both need a break." and leaned down and kissed my just like the night before – only much longer.

After what seemed like minutes we both opened our mouths and let our tongues dance together. Without breaking contact I stood up and embraced her so our kiss could be that much deeper. Her lips were so soft and her tongue was twirling these little circles around my mouth, occasionally licking my teeth.

I began caressing her back and arms as she moved her hands to my face and neck. We stood like that forever, locked in this kiss that would have made Venus jealous and finally we broke looking deep into each other's eyes.

She spoke first, "We have been working together for so long and I go home every night just wishing that I could taste those lips. I have waited so long to see how you kiss. And after you didn't follow me last night, I was confused. I had to come up and try again."

I closed and locked my door and replied, "So, was that the only thing you wanted to research? Because I have been dreaming of tasting you from head to toe since we first met."

"Well Michael, I think we need to continue this investigation. Right here. Right now." 

We fell back into a locked embrace kissing more passionately than I had ever kissed anyone before. The sexual tension that had existed between us for more than a year was finally coming to a boil. I pulled her head back and started kissing her neck while caressing her breasts through her silk blouse and teasing the nipples through the thin bra.

She moaned a little bit as I gently undid the blouse and bra and licked each areola. I backed her to the credenza and sat her upon it, all the while undressing her and showering her with kisses across her chest. 

Debbi pulled my head up and we kissed some more while she ran her hand along my growing erection. When she started for my zipper, I pushed her back. 

"I'm not finished my research yet." I said as I removed her shoes and undid her pants. I hooked my fingers around the waste band of her pants and panties and pulled them down in one motion. Then I took her left foot and kissed each toe and moved my way up her leg and thigh. When I got to her pussy, I lightly brushed my tongue over her clit and worked my way down her right thigh and foot.

"You tease." She moaned.

After reaching the bottom of her right foot, I straightened up and for the first time took in her naked beauty with my eyes. The soft light from my office played upon her body and the lights from the city seemed to glow like her eyes. I leaned town and kissed her again while my finger gently rubbed her clit. Slowly at first, then as her breathing became more rushed, faster. I repeated that cycle – slower – faster – slower – faster while I went back to licking her nipples.

I stood her up and leaned her over the credenza and kissed the back of her neck and then down her arms and back. Planting kisses across that wonderful ass and down the back of each leg and eventually spreading her legs apart and stroking my tongue from the bottom of her pussy up to the clit and back down.

I continued to lick her in the same slow then fast rhythm as I had done with my fingers until I felt her knees start to buckle. She was moaning and trying to keep standing with all her might, so to be nice I turned her around and sat her in my officer chair while I went back to eating her out.

By now she was very wet and had draped her legs over my shoulders and was pushing my head into her. After several more minutes of my tonguing her clit, she screamed out and came as I hurried the pace and lapped up all the juice that flowed from her. I kept on licking and sucking and her hips bucked off the chair. After a few minutes of my continued cunnilingus she came again and then again. Three times in a row! I was enjoying this as much as she was and didn't want her ride to stop, so I kept on going until she screamed again. I thought I had gone too far and started to pull back – but then she rammed my face into her and growled – "DON'T FUCKING STOP!!"

What could I do, except give her just what she asked for again and again? I thought she would get tired but each orgasm seemed more intense than the first and she was gushing like a beautiful tropical waterfall.

Finally she pushed me back and I sat back and said, "I think my research is complete." With a smile went to sit on the couch in my office while she recovered. 

To my surprise, she didn't want to sit and recover. Debbi looked at me with a devilish grin and said. "Those were the most intense orgasms I have ever had from being eaten out. You knew right where to touch me and I want more! There is one spot, however that your tongue cannot reach." 

Debbi took three steps to my couch sat on me and hungrily kissed me like a woman who had been in the desert for days while she tore my clothes off. 

My clothes were in a heap on the floor and my passion filled colleague slipped down and took my cock in her mouth and gave it a few licks – as if to give me a test drive. Just as I was relaxing and getting into the blowjob Debbi was expertly giving, she pulled her head away and pushed me back on the couch. 

"I need your tongue one more time Mike. Lick me now!"

She positioned her pussy right over my face and I went back to my new favorite pastime – sucking this beautiful woman back into the throes of another shattering orgasm. This time I decided to use my tongue as fast as I could. She kept humping my face and moving her hips around. 

Debbi came even more intense than before and while still in the midst of the orgasm, she moved off my face and lined that pretty pussy up at the tip of my rock hard cock. In one deft motion, she took all of me in and started fucking me like a piston on a racecar.

I had never been fucked by a woman who was still coming and I could feel her pussy muscles contracting at an incredible pace. When I started to try and match her rhythm, she told me to just lay there for a bit and just get fucked.

It was all I could do from exploding when she leaned forward and buried my face in her breasts and smothered me with her hair. It was pure heaven.

After a while, Debbi slowed down and we fell into a nice easy rhythm. Gently rocking back and forth on the couch staring into each other's eyes. Then eventually we picked up the pace. Up and down on my cock her pussy slid until we were so worked up that I knew there was no turning back. 

I grabbed her hips and moved us around so that she was sitting on me and my legs were dangling off the couch. That must have hit the spot Debbi was talking about, because her eyes widened and she screamed, moaned and came again.

We kept fucking and she kept coming. 

"Come with me lover," She cried.

That was all the encouragement I needed. With one final push, my cock exploded in her pussy in the most intense orgasm I had ever had!

We lay on the couch and rested, the room smelled of sex and we just stared into each other's eyes.

"I think I need to move my office up here." Debbi finally spoke, "We need to make sure that we do this kind of research more often."



After Hours



It had been a long week in the office. The Quarterly figures had to be compiled, and inevitably meant me working late every night. Still, they were done now so I could relax and go home and treat myself to a beer.

As usual I was the last one in the office, and locked away before heading downstairs to the exit. Just as I went for the door handle I noticed that there was still a car in the car park. It belonged to Jenny, one of the Admin team . I decided to go and say goodnight and check if she was OK. As I walked down the long corridor I could see that the only light in downstairs was in her office. As I got near I could see through the glass panel in the door that she wasn't working in the conventional sense! 

She was sitting in her Typists chair, with her back to me but slightly side on. Her head was tossed back and her long auburn hair flowed down her shoulders. It looked as though her eyes were closed, and she was breathing very heavily. The best of it all was that her skirt was hitched up around her waist and her long tanned legs were spread wide apart whilst she was rubbing her silk panties furiously. Her legs were clad in stockings – but I couldn't quite see if they were worn with suspenders or hold ups. Whatever they were, they looked damn good. 

At this point I didn't know whose heart was beating faster. I stopped dead in my tracks. She was astonishingly good looking. I'd been out with her at various office parties and it was amazing the effect she had on men. Wherever, whatever pub or restaurant we went into – all the guys would have only eyes for her. And that was when she was being perfectly respectable. Not just downright filthy as here! 

My dick began to get hard in my pants – this was a first class porn show in the office. How many times had I looked at her and imagined having dirty sex with her, and here she was doing it, albeit without me, but Boy, was I enjoying myself. In the silent building I could hear her breathing heavily, and her sighs of pleasure. It looked as though she was getting close to coming. Her breaths were getting faster and faster, and one hand was now up inside her white blouse caressing her breasts as the other one was making frantic circles on the front of what I imagined to be a very very wet pair of knickers. 

Without realising it, I found my hand inside my pants and was stroking my cock. More than anything I wanted to release it from its confines and let it play over the golden skin of Jenny in front of me. 

She'd now unbuttoned her blouse completely, and I could see she'd left her bra at home. I'd never seen such perfect breasts before– I could see her toned stomach, and the tits were the icing on the cake. They wouldn't look out of place on a porn star, twin golden orbs, finished off perfectly with two very dark and very erect nipples. I wanted them in my mouth. To suck on, and bite, they were too good to resist. 

She tweaked the nipples with her left hand, twisting and pulling, and letting them fall back again. Each nipple looked as hard as my cock felt, standing out proud form those magnificent tits, that bounced so seductively as she ground her pussy into the chair. I was dying to give those nipples and tits a bloody good suck just for starters. Her right hand played with her clit, circling, and rubbing alternately. I could see her long red nails flashing away in her crotch – this really would have done Amsterdam proud! She began to pant very heavily. By now I was pressed up against the glass of the door, and she was too engrossed in her impending orgasm to notice anything else. Her right hand was now like a blur as she rubbed her slit, and her head was being thrown back in the throes of ecstasy. 

Her panting was getting louder and I was almost afraid that someone would come out and discover us – me playing with my dick and Jenny coming. Stupid really – the entire staff had long since left. With one final sigh she arched her back and ground her pussy up and against her hand. Her whole body stiffened for what seemed a lifetime and then she slumped back in her chair. I could already see the sex-flush on her chest she had obviously enjoyed it. 

After seeing that I was so turned on I had to have her. I took my hand from my pants, and my cock felt unbelievably solid as it strained against my waistband. I pushed open the door – Jenny turned like a startled rabbit caught in the headlights. The shock on her face was immeasurable. But when she realized it was me, and saw the horny look on my face – she relaxed. Then her face turned into a picture of lust. The girl obviously wanted more – she'd only just begun. 

'Richard – it's you – come and fuck me now – on the desk' her eyes blazed. I almost ran at her and kissed her lips hard and deep. By now she was standing up, and I could feel her nipples rubbing at my chest. I wasted no time in losing my shirt and feeling her warm skin against mine. 

We were both so turned on it was untrue – the kissing was feverish and we explored each other's mouths with our tongues that seemed to be everywhere at once. Jenny had her hands over my back and I could feel her long sharp nails digging into my flesh. I didn't care – I just wanted to be naked and have her. . I broke away from the kissing and my mouth went straight to her breasts – they tasted as good as I'd imagined – I sucked her nipple hard and she groaned – she liked it. I now had both my hands round her tits as I sank to the floor on my knees, I could hardly contain my excitement – I sucked like crazy and looked her in the eye – Jenny was so hot for all this. Her eyes were just begging me to fuck her. I was now teasing her - first one nipple between my teeth, then the other, and squeezing the breasts together hard. 

'Oh Richard - I've been a bad girl haven't I?' she whispered in between sighs. 

'Yes Jenny – you have – and I'm afraid I'm going to have to make you suffer for being so naughty in the office. Get on your desk and take your knickers off!' 

Jenny needed no further instruction – she hoisted her skirt up to reveal a white silk thong that barely covered her pussy. I could see the dark wet patch where she had been wanking herself before. She turned around so I could see her perfect ass and leaning forwards, gently slipped the thong off her, slowly easing it away from her wet cunt, and down her legs and over her black stilettos. She looked every inch the Porn Queen now. I got my first look at her pussy –it was barely inches in front of me – I could see its neat lips glistening with her juice, and the dark tuft of hair above it – just pointing the way to where the action was. 

'Lean over the desk Jenny' I barked. She did willingly and I saw her hard nipples rest on the shiny surface. Her legs were open, but she was begging me to get closer to her wet cunt and she edged her legs ever wider. The curves on her arse were perfect – it was firm, with just the slightest hint of a tan line. My hands sank into her arse cheeks as I started to lick her sweet wet slit. Her body shivered with excitement as my tongue ran down towards her clit. She tasted so good and was so wet. This girl was ready for a hard fuck.

'You have been a very bad girl – now I'm going to have to punish you – I'm going to eat your pussy, and you are just going to have to put up with it- whether you want it or not – OK Jenny?' I told her after I'd tasted her warm juices. 'Yes Richard – I understand' came the meek response. My hands gripped her ass firmer and I dived back into her pussy. I was licking away and enjoying the wonderful warm taste of this dirty dirty girl. My tongue found its way in between her ever so neat and tidy pussy lips and I began to fuck her with my tongue. I wanted the whole pussy in my mouth – I wanted to fuck this lovely cunt with my mouth. I withdrew my tongue from her hot hole, and played it round her clit. She began to grind her ass into me and as she did the intensity of feeling in her clit was growing – 'Put your fingers inside me' she hissed. I was only too willing and slid two digits into her cunt. It was tight, but oh so welcoming and so hot. I was licking and playing with her clit with my tongue whilst finger fucking her pussy at the same time. This just drove her wild, and within a moments she came violently. I could taste her juices getting more and more as she came, and as soon as she did I whipped my fingers out to get my tongue in there and lick up every last drop. I buried my mouth deep in her pussy lips, as though I was fucking her with my face. 

She lay there exhausted on the desk – and I peeled off her blouse and unbuttoned the skirt that was merely acting as a belt around her waist. Now she was naked apart from the stilettos and her hold up stockings. They really showed her legs off to good advantage and the height of the heels meant that her arse was ever so slightly turned up to me – allowing perfect access. 

'OK Jenny – you've had your fun – now it's my turn – I'm going to fuck you – doggy style.'. I unbuttoned my belt and let my pants and trousers fall to the floor. I kicked off my shoes and socks too – I didn't want any piece of clothing getting between her body and me – I wanted full flesh to flesh contact. I needed to feel the heat of her body. 

My cock was as hard as its ever been, and it was big. I couldn't wait to get it into that pussy that was still wet and open from my finger fuck. The lips just begged for a hard cock inside them. I pressed the head of my veiny cock up against the lips of her pussy. I could feel the wetness and the heat coming through, and it felt so good I wanted to come then and there. I paused just to savour the moment – the tight wet pussy, stretched around the head – I wanted to remember it forever. - A deep sigh came from Jenny, and I eased it into her, inch by inch. It was pretty thick, as hard as steel, and her pussy was tight, but as she was so wet, it wasn't much of a problem. The feeling as I went deeper and deeper into her was unbeatable. I'd longed to do this to her for years, and at last it was a reality. Some things are worth waiting for. I felt my balls touching her legs as she took my full length, As I stopped, she let out a deep sigh and arched her back. This gave me access to her tits freed as they were from the desk. Each tit fitted just about into the palm of my hand and as I began to thrust my cock in and out of her, I was pulled and teasing her nipples. 

'Remember Jenny – this is my turn now – you have been bad and I'm punishing you by using you' I said cruelly. You aren't allowed to come – I shall be cross if you do' She groaned in dismay. I grabbed her hips for extra leverage and really started to pump her hard. My balls were bouncing off her pussy lips now, and they were already wet from her pussy . I could tell Jenny was enjoying it, but she was working hard at stifling her pleasure. She was biting her lip, and her eyes were closed in a mixture of exquisite pleasure and pain. She tilted her ass up higher in the air, as an invite to just fuck her that little bit harder and deeper and I could tell she was close to coming again. I grabbed her hair, and pulled her hair hard. It was like reining in a wild horse – and what a ride she gave! 

As I did this she started to come – forcing her ass and pussy onto me as far as was possible. I could feel her bucking getting more and more desperate – and then as she reached the top of her orgasm, the tremors through every muscle she went rigid for what seemed a lifetime, before she nearly collapsed on the desk – with my cock still deep in her cunt.. By now her back was wet with the sweat from our bodies, and gleamed seductively under the light. I dipped my fingers in the little pool that had formed in the small of her back and massaged it into the cheeks of her ass – and giving her a small smack just for good measure. I really couldn't take much more of this though – I had to come, and come hard – we could always continue the sex back at her place later. I pulled out of her and she relaxed on the desk. 

'Jenny – what did you do wrong then?' I asked. She turned round and looked up at me with her green eyes sparkling – a mixture of perfect sweetness and lust at the same time. 'I'm sorry – I couldn't help it – I came' she said apologetically, with just the faintest smirk on her lips revealing her real feelings. 

'Well then – now you must pay the price for your disobedience. Get on your knees.' I told her. 

This she did, and with my cock standing proud, just inches from her mouth – she knew what she had to do. I could feel her breath on the end of my cock – it was slippery and wet from her pussy. She knelt forwards, and let me run my cock around her lips – circling her mouth – teasing her face like you would her pussy. Then, without even touching my dick with her hand she opened her lips – still wearing her ruby red lipstick and swallowed the head of it. She never broke eye contact at all and as she started to suck and lick me she looked me deep in the eyes. I'll never forget that face of an angel staring up at me as she gave such an expert blowjob – it was so unexpected this behaviour that it was as horny as hell. 

She took almost my entire length in her mouth, her nose almost nuzzling up against my stomach. Then she took me all the way out and my cock sprang out of her mouth, bouncing into her cheek. She held it in her hands and started to wank me off as her tongue licked my balls, and ran up the shaft, God it was good. I was starting to cover her tongue with my pre-cum now. She had licked her own juice off my shaft already. She then teased the end with her teeth – nibbling and sucking, just prolonging my agony – so many times I wanted to come, but she could just tell that I was close and she let the feeling subside before starting back up again. 

'I'm going to come all over your face any minute now Jenny – I hope you like spunk 'cos you are going to get a mouth full of it!' I told her. 'I deserve it – come all over me - I need to feel your hot come trickling down my skin' came the reply.

And with it – she took my full length in her mouth. It was now hard to tell what was happening. Was I fucking her face – was she blowing me? Her tongue swirled round the end and underside of my dick like a whirlwind – feverishly trying to coax my spunk out. I got hold of her hair and was using that to make sure there was no chance her mouth was going to leave my dick until I was ready. It was absolute ecstasy! The sweat was rolling off me, and my balls were desperate to despatch their load all over Jenny's tanned face and body. I could feel her long nails digging into the cheeks of my ass, and her hard nipples were brushing against my legs. It was all too much for anyone to take. 

'Oh God!' I groaned as my balls went into spasm. Jenny felt the spunk beginning its journey and pulled her mouth off my shaft. She wanked me off with her right hand, with her open mouth inches away from my penis aiming to shoot the creamy liquid mostly down her throat. It shot out of my cock, and she did a good job to get as much of it into her mouth and onto her tongue as she did. I've never shot so much come in all my life as I did then – there was enough to coat about half her body! I was so turned on and hot for her that I almost expected the spunk to sizzle as it landed on her face – her cheeks, lips, nose – just about all over. 

Then she directed more spunk down to her breasts, to give her a chance to gulp down the load in her mouth. Her creamy face was looking up, her red lips in a delicious grin. I was still trying to recover from my climax, and had to lean back against the desk, so much had she exhausted me. She grabbed my cock, and used the end of it to work my spunk into her nipples. All the time, looking me deep in the face, fucking me with those beautiful green eyes of hers. 

I could tell this was just the start of a very late night in the office!



After Hours Adventure



She was reading by the soft glow of a lantern in the back corner of the Library, surrounded by stacks of books and papers in front of her.

I suspect I've always had a " thing" for bookish schoolmarm sort of women. Well, I am a dusty academic type myself, although in my imagination , I'm like Indiana Jones- mild mannered professor , until called on for a great adventure , to save the world. Oh , yes, and to get the girl. But I wasn't even a professor yet. I was still a student, toiling away in the Research Library, shelving books to earn my tuition. I suppose subconsciously I also figured that since lots of girls study here, I might meet the perfect one. Fat chance. That would require being brave enough to actually speak to them. And, they all seemed to go for the jocks. Sigh. At 22, it seemed I might be a virgin forever. My anxiety was heightened by having rented the video of "The Mummy Returns" last weekend. My attraction to researchers had blossomed watching the delectable , voluptuous Rachel Weisz portray a librarian at the beginning of the first film. Although is just a brainy adventuress in the sequel, it stirred my longing.

My sexual frustration was compounding by the publicity for the forthcoming Gwyneth Paltrow film, Possession, in which she plays a researcher in a Library. Gwyneth was simply my favourite actress, despite her clothes hanger thinness- her lustrous eyes and elegant bone structure played my heartstrings like a symphony. Anticipation of a fresh film featuring Gwyneth distracted me, at the same time focusing me on the tightness of my groin. Daydreaming in the stacks was common amongst the staff, but masturbation was likely a firing offence. 

Imagine how I felt, then, after hours, coming upon a beauty ensconced in a back corner, a woman who combined the full lush ripeness of Rachel Weisz with the fine fair features and cheek bones of Gwyneth. Even her hair had the body and volume of the Mummy charmer ,combined with the wheatfield golden hue I associated with visions of La Paltrow.

I was actually aware of her before I saw her. As I approached the end of the last set of shelves, I heard a soft whisper, not recognizing it as silk against silk- the secret sound a woman's thighs make as her stockings collide, then slide. I  had no time to consider the sound. Perhaps I would have thought " mouse", despite the Physical Plant insisting we were vermin free ( except for the snake in my trousers). I was not startled to find a researcher hard at work. I was warned on hiring that several " scholars in residence" had their own keys, for all hours unlimited research access. A few times before, I had found curmudgeons dozing in dust alcoves, asleep atop ancient manuscripts. However, coming on a beauty like this- young, ripe, and awake , even, was a first.

She was dressed in a white blouse made from that shiny material, with a wide notched collar dropping into a deep " V", plunging between her burgeoning breasts. Instantly, I recalled a comment I had made to a friend after watching The Mummy Returns: "I'm sure the wardrobe people were told to see how low they could cut those tops without her breasts popping out, and they must have used invisible two-sided tape to achieve it."

She sat sideways, her feet tucked underneath her pear shaped bottom, in a mangy old wing chair, work spread about on teeny side tables better suited to Victorian tea than research, and a big oval low table in front. Her skirt was as sensible as I was insensible- below the knee, straight cut in a plum colour. Which meant, of course, that as she sat, it curved temptingly taut around the contour of her hips. She had cat's eye lens creeping down, balancing perilously on the upturned end of her perfection of a nose . I say perfection, but, as I caught my breath, I thought "perfection, confection", my amateur poetic sensibilities combining , intertwining, with my instant insane insatiable lust.

My cart bumped a corner, not surprisingly, given that I was not watching where it was headed. The thump started and distracted the woman, causing her to sit upright. Another silken rustle drew my eyes to the sound of her brassiere rubbing under the fabric of the shirt. My eyes, so far unaffected by years of study, perceived a flowery white lace pattern beneath the shine of her shirt. I raised my glance just as her gaze found me as the source of her distraction. "I'm sorry", I muttered, apologizing for the breach of Library etiquette- staff shall always respect the solitude of scholars. I blushed slightly. I felt a warming in my groin. That made me blush crimson. "Oh, please god, don't let her see that," I prayed.  The first time in days I spoke to a new woman, and it was mortifying.  I wanted to crawl back to my dank airless basement apartment and eat a bag of cookies. If I did that , of course, I would just end up dejectedly stroking my erection , imagining what I regretted not doing with this woman. Sigh.

When I came out of my brain fog, I realized that my dream angel was smiling sweetly at me, a slight giggle forming on her ruby red lips. She pushed her glasses up her nose, a harmless habitual gesture which none the less sent a shiver up my spine. "That's ok," she spoke, in a hushed, warm alto, " I think I as nodding off anyway. Is it warm in here?" 

She sat up, swishing her legs out from underneath her towards the floor, bringing her ample chest forward. Did she realize that, from my upright viewpoint, this allowed me to see right down her cleavage? Her eyes moved down from mine. If she was checking for a basic biochemical reaction in my pants, her view, thank God, was obstructed by my cart. I blushed even deeper. Well, any blood flowing to my cheeks at least lessened my erection. My eyes burrowed like lasers into the deep valley of pale pinkish white flesh spilling out of her blouse. I briefly flashed an image of that big pearly button at the crest of her cleavage popping, and a torrent of pure woman pouring out. I think I actually shook my head to clear the image and return to reality. She giggled again. I realized she was waiting for me to speak. When I still stood there in stunned silent awe, she spoke again. "I'm Doctor Sharon Jewell, I'm just here for the week from the University of Pittsburgh. I'm working on a paper on Edgar Allan Poe's contributions to the evolution of language, and this Library has some rare texts of other writers who were his contemporaries that I'm reviewing for linguistic similarities. They lack Poe's interesting plots, or his use of vivid imagery, so its tough to stay awake. Aw, geez, I'm babbling, aren't I?" she grinned the broadest, warmest most naive smile I had ever seen. Then, she pushed those glasses up again, just as her tongue darted out to click against the bottom of her front top teeth. I felt woozy, like I was about to faint. Was this what love is, or just the world's biggest case of lust?

She put her book down on the low table and stood quickly, smoothing her skirt in the front, then leaning back slightly to run her hands quickly over the rear. " What's your name?" she finally asked.

 It took a moment for my jaw to work. " Donnie," I replied.

"Well, Donnie, when do you get off work? Or can you take a break? I am on a tight schedule," here, she waved her elegant arm at the pile of books, " and need to finish all this by Friday. If I'm going to pull an all-nighter, I need coffee. Will you join me? I haven't spoken to a soul since 10 this morning, and I could use some conversation about anything except 19th century literature. Can you help me out?"

My spirits soared at the prospect of time with this iconic beauty, but immediately, hopes of adventure dashed against the rocks of her tight time lines, leaving my heart shipwrecked on the shoals of despair. Despite that, I nodded and answered "my shift is actually over. I just wanted to not leave a few books on the cart. The morning staff get all twittery if we don't finish. Just let me put these last three away- they belong right there behind you, in fact, then I can go,. I'd love coffee. I have an all-nighter ahead to finish a paper myself." that lat bit was untrue, but I felt I needed a reason to be drinking coffee at midnight, and didn't want Sharon to know that my plans were Peek Freans and the Late Movie, alone.

I picked the slim poetry volumes off the cart, and started around towards the shelf. Unfortunately, since my eyes remained locked on Sharon's exquisiteness, my clumsy feet found the corner of the cart. The next few seconds seemed to pass in slow motion, like a movie. The books flew out of my hand. I fell into Sharon. My left hand fell on her blouse, tearing the big button off the front, sliding into the V neck to grasp the firm right breast. We ended up across the wing chair, me on top of her, hand on her bosom, hardness firm against her loins, nose sniffing the sweet jasmine scent of her hair, lips just beside her cheek. The very few times my feeble efforts at couch wrestling had progressed that far, the girl had either remember a boyfriend to be faithful to; professed virginal shock; or, worst of all, gone " eww, Donnie, what do you think you are doing, sicko?"

Sharon did none of these. Instead, she moved her head an inch or two left, planting her lips on mine, her tongue sliding past my teeth , snaking inside my mouth. Her left hand found my buttock, her right hand clamped mine more tightly to her breast. In a moment, her hips started bucking up wards against my erection. She stopped the tongue play, gasping for air , then whispering, " Oh, Donnie, eat me- start at my ear." 

I followed Sharon's bidding, lightly nibbling her earlobe, then lick down from her ear to her neck, kissing then nipping at the flesh of her throat. " Lower, lover, keep kissing lower," Sharon instructed. 

I kissed the tiny hollow at the base of Sharon's  neck, then pulled my face away to appreciate her splendid dishevelled passionate beauty. I resumed, planting gentle pecks along each collarbone, out to the point of first the right, then the left shoulder. As I did this, Sharon stroked my rear, my thighs, and my manhood, finally releasing it from its imprisonment in my pants. My kisses travelled down her chest from her shoulder to just lightly kiss, teasingly , her right nipple, then across to pay homage to its right side twin. She grabbed my head, forcing me into the canyon of her cleavage, my late night whiskers burning her porcelain flesh. Beneath me she writhed , in pain or pleasure. From her moans, I assumed pleasure. " Loww...errr" she growled, forcing my head further down, my tongue caressing her belly, cleaning her navel.

Sharon stopped massaging my hardness. Good thing, since I was about to burst. Her hands travelled to the hem of her sexy,  yet oh so sensible, skirt, pulling it up to expose the tops of those silk stockings which had initially caught my attention, and lacy white see-through panties, covering a sex organ crowned by translucent ghosts of blond hair. "Lick me," she ordered, her fingers pulling the lace away , baring her treasure.



Lowering my head, I explored the mysteries of the female sex for the first time, her cooing interrupted occasionally by whispered instructions- the professor now taking her role as teacher. By this point, I had no sense of time. It might have been hours, but more likely was minutes . Then, her entire lower body elevated off the chair in a massive convulsion, the dampness of her thighs now flooded by pungent fluid. I set instinctively to the task of licking up as much as I was able to. " Mmmmmmm, I love a fast leaner," Sharon purred, pulling me again by the hair, this time to give me another deep tongue kiss, tasting herself on my lips, my tongue, and inside my mouth.

Just as suddenly, she gathered her lithe body together, not giving up her hold of me. In one quick move, she twisted off the chair and rolled me onto it. Sharon then dove mouth first to my loins, her elegant lips now devouring me. With shamefully few moments of pneumatic efforts on Sharon's part, I issued forth an unprecedented stream of seed, filling her mouth, and spilling over her lips and chin onto that majestic bosom. It seemed perfectly natural when she rose up , gently cradled my head in her hands, and guided my lips to my own ejaculate. I cleaned her chest tenderly, barely noticing that her hands were attending again to my organ, coaxing it back to a state of erect readiness. " Got a condom, Donnie?" Sharon inquired. She perhaps noted my dejected tone in my admission of unpreparedness.

"Oh, well," she replied. She spun around again, slipping neatly underneath me onto her back. She once again pushed her skirt up, her hand not relinquishing its grasp on me. "You can rub yourself along the outside of my panties , hon, I love that almost as much."

She actually winked! Then , Sharon tugged my manhood forward, forcing the rest of me to fall onto her body. As soon as her hand slid out from between us, my instincts again took over. There was no timelessness this time. Despite having ejaculated once, it took only a few strokes for me to cum again, coating her belly with stickiness. I did not wait for instructions this time. I lovingly licked up as much of it as I could, holding it in my mouth. I pulled myself along her body to face her closely. Sharon raised her mouth to mine, accepting the offering of sperm like it was communion. She swallowed, then her tongue gracefully slid around the inside of my mouth, teasing the teeny bits of goo from the spaces and corners, more throughly than a floss pick. 

Once she was done , Sharon broke our embrace, sighing deeply. She quickly pulled herself together, then glanced at her watch. "That sure beat a cup of coffee, for giving me my second wind, Donnie," she said, grinning, " but now I don't have time to go for coffee with you."

Perhaps she saw the dejection on my face, but, in any event, she continued, " I'm going to the Ladies to freshen up while you finish here. I tell you what. Meet me here again tomorrow night. But make sure then that you remember condoms."

With that, she swirled off between the stacks. It was only then that I realized that I was still, technically at least, a virgin.



After Hours Affair



I first met Scott when I was 26. As a business consultant for one of the nation's top firms I traveled a lot for business. A few years into my career I encountered an industry that I had a passion for and that brought me to Scott. He was a partner at my consulting firm and definitely looked the part. Well groomed, well spoken, and while not wildly attractive he had a certain quality that caught my eye. I have always had a bit of a thing for authority figures and as my boss's boss's boss he certainly qualified. 

Nothing about our first encounters led me to believe that he even recognized me as a woman. To him I was just another member of his 30+ person project team. Admittedly, at the time I was the new girl, and had absolutely no place in his day to day activities, so why should he notice me. I was nobody important.

As I gained experience, I was given increasing levels of responsibility at work. I started to love the type of work that we were doing and in the process became a career driven, passionate, and focused woman. My sex life certainly paid the price for my dedication to work, and I made due with toys and my fantasies. While I can't say that Scott didn't show up in my fantasies now and again, I had come to see him as a colleague and a bit of a mentor. About 6 months into my project, Scott sold some other work and was rarely even at our client site. Out of sight, out of mind, and I stopped thinking of him much at all.

Sick of my dating slump, I made time to go out with a few men. They were nice enough, but all of them were lacking in some way. Where was the chemistry? Where was the passion? I wanted a man who filled my senses and made me unaware of anything but him when we were together. These men were barely worth the effort of shaving my legs and putting on a dress. I blamed my penchant for romance novels on my seemingly high expectations and, again, focused on work. 

Then, just over a year after I had been staffed on the project, I got assigned a new role. I was working more directly with senior management and as a result I saw Scott more and more often. I couldn't deny that I was still attracted to the man, but I was certainly not stupid enough to give any indication of my feelings. He was my boss after all, and he had never given any inkling of returning my regard. It would be career suicide to try to make a move on him. Assuming of course I ever had the courage to make a move in the first place. All things considered, I determined it best to just shove all such thoughts to the back of my mind and try to forget about them. 

Weeks flew by and as I settled into my new role I become more comfortable around Scott and other senior partners that made up our team. We would go to dinners and talk shop well into the evening at least once or twice a week and I found myself easily laughing and joking with all of the partners. Most were men, and they seemed to enjoy my presence. Some even started to pick on me, as an older sibling picks on a much doted upon younger sister. Our easy camaraderie emboldened me and often I pushed the limit in our conversations, interjecting borderline inappropriate comments with my natural wit. 

One evening we were celebrating a particular success in the project and after dinner a group of us went to the hotel bar for a few drinks. Scott was there, but he quickly disappeared into the corner to talk to another manager so I struck up a conversation with some of my other teammates. I had just gotten my second vodka soda when I sensed a presence behind me. Scott had apparently finished up his conversation and decided to join our little group. I shifted to my right, allowing him room to join our circle. As he stepped into the empty space I caught a whiff of his cologne. He smelled like man and sex and my belly clenched in arousal. I was shocked at my immediate and strong reaction to his proximity but chalked it up to a long dry spell and pushed my inappropriate thoughts to the back of my mind. I was so focused on trying to ignore Scott's presence that I didn't even notice how close he was standing to me until the arm of his suit coat was brushing my forearm every time he raised his glass to take a drink.

Regardless of whether he had intended to enter my personal space, or was just moving out of way to allow people to squeeze through our group to order drinks at the bar, my senses went haywire and my body immediately reacted. My instincts screamed to move closer to him, to lean into him, to touch him, and basically to jump his bones. When I realized the direction of my thoughts I stopped cold. I could almost hear sirens echoing in my head, emergency bells clanging loudly. I cautioned myself not to react one way or the other. I didn't want to move away because I was enjoying the sensation of the soft cloth brushing against my skin. I would NOT let myself move closer because he was my boss and we were surrounded by coworkers and it would be a stupid thing to do.

I was feeling pretty buzzed from the wine at dinner and my first cocktail, so I was only sipping lightly on my second drink. The feelings assailing me made me feel lightheaded enough. I certainly didn't need to compound that by downing more liquor! Bit by bit the crowd thinned until there were only a few of us left. Scott, who had not directly addressed me all night, finally turned his attention to me. His eyes, which were a clear blue, focused on mine and I could barely think of something to say. Of course the topic I did latch on to was inane and stupid and I immediately gave myself a mental kick in the ass. Way to bore him to death, idiot! Still, he politely conversed with me for a few minutes and I lost track of what he was saying. Now that we were talking one on one I gave myself permission to look up into his face and all I could focus on was his wonderfully sexy mouth.

We were still standing close, probably too close to be workplace acceptable but I certainly was not going to complain. The conversation between the other coworkers in our group dwindled to a close and I glanced around to see that everyone but Scott and I had finished their drinks. Scott was the first to break away and went to take care of the bar tab. My body missed his heat immediately after he moved away and I mentally scolded myself for the thought. I tried to tell myself that he didn't mean anything by it, that it had just been an accident, but my traitorous body ignored logic in favor of burning hot lust. When Scott made his way back to our group to say farewell, his hand came up to brush the small of my back and the embers of my desire that I had managed to tamp down ignited into a conflagration of heat. I realized that I would have to get myself off at least once before I was going to be able to get any sleep. 

Scott was the first to leave the bar, and my mind won the argument with my libido, so I stayed behind in the bar for a few moments. Getting into an elevator with the man given my state of arousal would not be a good idea. Confined to such a small space I didn't know if I would be able to control my reactions to him. So I stayed, finished my drink, and then headed for the elevator bank. 

As I exited the bar, I was surprised to find that Scott was still in the hotel lobby. Apparently he had run into some acquaintances who had waylaid him on his way to his room. Smiling politely, I circled around the group and headed for the elevator, intent now on getting up to my room and naked in bed as soon as possible. I was so aroused that I imagined I could smell myself even through my clothes. My nipples were stiff points against my shirt. I fervently hoped that no one noticed. I was safe inside the car and the elevator doors started closing, so sensing relief was near I closed my eyes and leaned back against the elevator wall. 

A soft ding, such an unexpected sound, dragged me from my mind which had already begun to spin fantasies. I was still in the lobby and the elevator doors had re-opened. Apparently Scott and his group had followed me to the elevator and had pushed the up button in time to interrupt my escape. I am not sure if there is such a thing as elevator etiquette, but I opted not to move to the rear of the car to make room for the new passengers. Instead I scooted over to front right of the car and let the group fill in behind and beside me. As they called out their floors, I gamely hit the appropriate buttons. Scott, who was directly behind me, was on the 21st floor and another man was on 17 which was already lit up since it was my floor as well. With so many bodies and their laptop bags, the elevator was full although not unpleasantly packed. I tried not to be aware of Scott who was standing directly behind me. I could feel him close to me but couldn't really tell how much space there was between us without physically turning around and looking to check. Unconsciously, I took a small step backward and felt his laptop bag brush the back of my leg. He was close. One more step and my back would meet his front. I shivered lightly at the thought and forced myself to stay put.

On the fourth floor we stopped and a very large man in the back made his way out, causing the rest of us to shift around to accommodate him as he exited. I felt Scott's chest brush my back, and he adjusted his computer bag so that it brushed against my legs once again. He was so close I could hear his breath in my ear. I focused on the sensations, soaking in all of the details that I could in those few minutes as the elevator made its way up. All too soon we were almost to my floor. We stopped on 16, and I realized with a start that there were only three of us left: Scott, myself, and the guy who was also on my floor. Scott was still standing close behind me, despite the now nearly empty elevator car. My heart pounded in my chest as I wondered for the first time if maybe, just maybe, he was as turned on as I was.

In the boldest move I think I have ever made, I shifted my hips backward seeking confirmation of his feelings the most obvious way I knew how. I had little time, only seconds as the elevator moved up one last floor. My ass brushed against him, but to my frustration I couldn't tell if he was hard or not and I didn't dare turn around to look at him. My face was flaming red, and I tried to casually shift away from him with a hope that he hadn't noticed my gauche attempt. As the doors opened on 17, my exit route was momentarily blocked as the other man in the elevator barreled out, nearly knocking me over in his haste. I felt Scott's light touch as his hand grasped my waist to steady me and, as I made to exit the car as well, I felt his grip tighten. 

His fingers grasped my hip and held me in place, and he moved in so that my back was fully against his chest. My indrawn breath was loud in the confined space, and I halted my forward movement, content to remain in Scott's quasi embrace. It seemed to take ages for the doors to ease shut and the elevator to resume its upward path. Uncertain if I was imagining things, I remained completely still. Even as the elevator doors swing open, I made no move to exit the car. Again, Scott's hand pressed against my waist and this time urged me forward. His body half behind me, half at my side, he leaned down and finally spoke quietly in my ear. 

"Come have one last drink with me." 

Nodding my assent, I followed him as he strode confidently down the hallway to his room. My legs felt like jelly and I was shaking with nerves. Fantasizing about this is one thing, but in real life so much could go wrong. He was my BOSS. If I screwed this up he could fire me. I almost quailed and turned back, but it was too late. We were at his door. As if he could sense my hesitation, Scott reached out and stroked his hand from my shoulder down to my wrist. I was wearing a sleeveless dress so his finger met bare skin. The touch was electrifying and I knew that I wasn't going to walk away now. 

With a quick glance down the hallway, which belied the clandestine nature of our actions, I let Scott guide me into his room. It was bigger than mine, but certainly not opulent. Other than an additional seating area, I didn't see much difference from my room. I definitely didn't see anything resembling a mini bar for that "drink" he mentioned. Summoning my courage I met his gaze and said as much. 

He just smiled and said, "you didn't come here for a drink."

I met his gaze in silence for a few beats, before turning away again and moving to the wall of windows. I could see that in the daytime he would have a beautiful view of the river. Now, I could see nothing but the blackness of night and the twinkle of stars. "You are right," I finally said, "I didn't come here for a drink. I don't know why I came here."

"This," he said as he came up behind me and grasped my arm, turning me so that we were toe to toe. I had to look up to see his face. Again he ran his fingers down my arm, shoulder to wrist, but this time he didn't move away after. His had moved to my waist and pulled my hips against his. For the first time I could feel his hardness as it pulsed against me. Even through our clothes I could tell he was big. Scott ground against me and I watched as his eyes turned hazy with desire. "You came here for this."

"Yes." I half groaned it half sighed it. And then I didn't talk at all. His mouth, which I had admired from afar and constructed countless fantasies about came lower and lower, inching down at a torturously slow pace until finally his lips met mine. The kiss started out soft, testing, tasting until I flicked my tongue out to taste him. From there the kiss exploded with passion as our mouths and tongues dueled. I have always been a fan of kissing and have found that some men are better at it than others. Scott was amazing. He knew just when to stroke, just when to suck, just when to nip, and he tasted like heaven with an edge of of cigarette smoke and whiskey. His taste seriously turned me on. 

As we kissed, my hands naturally gravitated to his shoulders and rested there but soon I became aware of a desire to touch him. His hands, never still, had been caressing me wherever he could reach. My waist, my ass, my face. Before I could even register it, he had my dress falling to the floor to pool at my feet. Clad only in a lacy black bra and matching thong (thank GOD I had worn my sexy underwear) I stood silently as Scott stepped away to take in the view. His breath rushed out in a strangled groan and I took that to mean that he liked what he saw. In quick, rough movements, Scott divested himself of his jacket, tie, and shirt. My mouth watered at the exposed skin and my hands itched to touch.

I reached out to suit thought to deed, but didn't get a chance to feel the smattering of hair on his chest, or follow the silky strip of hair down, down, down to what I most wanted to see. Scott spun me around, and bent me over the hotel desk. He braced my hands on the edge and I felt the heat radiating from his bare chest on my back as he pressed up against me. His hands left mine, and slowly stroked up my arms to my shoulders and down my back until he reached my hips. My bra and panties soon joined my dress on the floor. 

I felt his breath on the back of my neck, tickling the sensitive skin there. Moments later I felt the wet heat of his mouth in the curve between my neck and my shoulder. Gentle hands tugged my hips backward until I had no choice but to move backwards with him. Hands still firmly on the desk, I was now bent over pretty far. His feet nudged my legs apart and he stepped between them. I'm not sure when he took his pants off, but I was shocked to feel the burning heat of his cock against my ass. He ground himself into me again, only this time there were no clothes between us. His cock was nestled between my bum cheeks and his balls rested against my wet heat. He stroked himself against me a few times, but I needed more. 

I reached back to put his dick where I needed it most, and was treated to a sharp slap on my ass. It wasn't too hard, and I was surprised that I had actually liked it. Scott moved my hands back to their previous position at the edge of the desk.

"Keep them on the desk this time."

I had a few moments to decide if I was willing to follow orders, but before I had reached a conclusion I felt the broad head of his penis pushing against my pussy. Slowly he entered me from behind, forcing his way into my soft heat. I was seriously wet, but it had been a long time for me so I must have been extremely tight. Finally, after what seemed like hours, I felt his balls brush against my opening. He was all the way inside. 

"Are you ready to get fucked?" His voice was gruff with passion. Unable to speak, I nodded in response. 

He didn't say another word, just pulled himself nearly out of me and slammed back home. Scott's fingers gripped my hips as he pistoned in and out, back and forth. I could hear the slap slap slap as his hips met mine. My fingers tightened on the hard surface of the desk and I tried to rock my hips in concert with his. One of his hands moved down, and his fingers found my clit as he continued to rock into me. I was close to orgasm, so close. Almost there. 

On the brink of my orgasm, he pulled out. I felt like screaming. 

"I don't want you to come yet," he growled. "Suck me."

Willing to play his game, I sank to my knees and took his cock in my hand. He glistened with my wetness. I had never sucked a guy off after getting fucked before, so I wasn't certain I'd like it. Taking him into my mouth, I had my answer. It was delicious. I licked every inch of him before sucking him into my mouth. I started out slow, not wanting to end the game just yet. If I couldn't get off, I certainly wasn't going to let him come either. Blow jobs always turned me on, so I could feel my wetness between my thighs as I started sucking harder and faster. His breathing changed, and I knew he was close. He stopped me, thank god, and we moved toward the king sized bed. 

Scott positioned me on my hands and knees, and he moved to take me from behind again. His cock slid easily into me and he didn't hold back. He pounded into me so deep it should have hurt. It did hurt, actually, but I was so turned on at this point that I was beyond feeling any pain. We strained together and were soon glistening with sweat. The bed springs creaked and the headboard banged against the wall with every stroke. Ever elusive, my orgasm was just beyond my reach. I wasn't going to get there before Scott finished. I could tell that he was so close. His thumb rubbed from my anus to where his cock was disappearing into me and back up. Slick with my wetness, his thumb teased my ass. He pressed down until it entered the tight ring. I wanted to protest, but it felt good. Amazing actually. Orgasm raced through me, making my pussy clench around his cock and my ass clench the intruding thumb. Completely spent, I nearly collapsed face first into the bed. Only Scott's hands on my hips held me open for him as he thrust the last few times before finding his own pleasure. 

After cleaning up, Scott cuddled me into the curve of his body and pulled up the sheets. "In the morning, I'm going to take that pretty ass of yours." He breathed into my ear. Shocked, I wondered if I was going to let him. It wasn't something I'd ever considered before, but his thumb had felt so good. My last thoughts as I drifted to sleep were if his cock would feel as good as his thumb.