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Getting Down to Business

By: CQ80



This is a little fantasy I have about a man I work with. He and flirt, but I'm sure he has no idea that I dream up these little fantasies about him. I find him incredibly sexy.

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We went out of town on business together for a client presentation. Normally he would never go on a trip like that, but another member of the team was sick. It was almost too good to be true for me, sitting next to him on the plane, laughing and flirting. At one point I pretended to be tired and leaned my head against his shoulder while he read. I closed my eyes and inhaled the smell of his cologne, feeling a tingle all through my body. I could feel the aching warmth between my legs, and I started to get wet. Just when I thought I couldn't sit still anymore, the stewardess appeared with coffee, and I had to move away from him.

Our flight had been delayed, and by the time we checked in to our hotel it was nearly midnight. The hotel's dance club was already busy, and as we passed by on our way to the elevators, we agreed to meet in the club in fifteen minutes for a drink. 

Because I knew that he liked the scented moisturizer I wear, I made sure to rub some of the lotion all over myself before I changed into a pair of tight jeans and a sweater that just barely came to my waist. It was tight and with the pushup bra I was wearing, I knew he'd like it. I could tell that I was right from the smile he gave me when I walked into the club. He always tried to get his hands on my chest at work, coming up behind me to tickle me in my chair. (It ruined my concentration many times... he would come into my office, rub my shoulders just for a moment while no one was looking... one day he told he that he would love to give me a backrub from head to toe, but I would have to be completely undressed. I could barely work that day fantasizing about him. Once he had told me over coffee that he had to work on a certain project all day. His voice dropped lower and he said that he would rather work on me all day... I made a joke about a quickie and he told me that our first time would take a long time. I masturbated for days, just wanting to feel him touch me.)

He had changed into a white golf shirt that showed off his tanned skin and nicely built arms and chest. He wore jeans as well, and they showed off his incredible ass. (I loved his ass, and one time when we were really flirting at work, I had even gotten daring enough to grab his thigh, just below that beautiful ass.)

He put his arm around me, and must have sensed my nervousness, because he suggested we do a shot. I've never snuck to a hotel room with anyone before...my heart was hammering already and I could barely look into his eyes, but I knew I wanted to go up to his room. We ordered shots of Tequila, followed by Coronas with lime. I've never had tequila before, and it burned through me and took my breath away. He still had his arm around me, and I leaned against him, and gasped. He laughed, and leaned in close, and I thought he was going to kiss me for just a moment. I blushed and took a huge gulp of beer, and taking his hand, I pulled him to the dance floor. 

The buzz I was already feeling from the shot helped calm my nerves, and made me even hornier. We were off to the side, in a relatively dark corner, holding our beers and dancing. He had his free hand on my hip, now and then curling around to stroke the low arch of my back ever so slightly. I had my arm around his neck, and our faces were very close. We were oblivious to everyone else in the room, and they paid us no attention.

He drew me closer, and told me that I looked incredible. All I could do was look into his eyes for a moment -- my mouth was too dry to speak. I took another swig of beer and turned my back to him, as the beat changed to one of my favorite dance songs. 

He set his beer down on a nearby table, and then his hands caught my hips again, and he moved even closer to me, so that he was brushing against me from behind. I couldn't tell if he was hard yet, and I danced, barely breathing and drank more beer nervously. His hand moved along my belt, so that it was almost at the center, and as he moved, his thumb slid under the edge of my sweater. He found my navel and began stroking it in circles with his thumb. My stomach muscles flexed, and by this point my cunt was throbbing, knowing that I would finally have this man tonight. By this point he was pressing harder against me from behind. I could feel the warmth of his chest on my back, and I could feel his breath in my ear as I leaned back into him. 

"Finish your beer." There was an urgency in his voice, telling me he wanted to take me upstairs and fuck me right away.

I turned to face him, and he brushed his lips over mine, smiling ever so slightly as I softly moaned. "I'm ready now" I said in a low voice, my pussy dripping and tingling with anticipation.

We were alone in the elevator, and without hesitating, he pushed the button for his room -- we were on different floors -- and when the doors had closed, he passionately kissed me, exploring my mouth with his tongue while his hands moved over my breasts and my ass. He cupped my ass and pressed against me, and I could feel his huge dick against me, rock hard. "You smell so good tonight."

Once we were in his room, he continued to kiss me, moving to my throat, and my earlobes as I moaned and trembled because I wanted him so much. His hands were moving over me the entire time...my back, my sides, my breasts, my ass. Then he led me over to stand in front of the mirror. Standing behind me, he pulled my sweater over my head as I watched. He stroked along my belt with both hands, circling my navel again with his thumbs as I writhed in his arms, and moved up to cup my breasts, still in the champagne colored bra. He traced over the lace lightly with his fingertips, slowly, teasing me, and making my nipples stiffen. I arched my back and pressed against him, gasping and struggling to keep my eyes open so that I could watch him caress me. My legs were trembling, but I was leaning against him. He moved to the clasp, opened it, and let out a low moan himself as my breasts fell free. He cupped me with both hands, playing with the nipples while he kissed my neck and put his tongue into my ear, bringing me close to an orgasm.

I turned to face him, and pulled his shirt off over his head. I trailed my hands down the hair on his chest, delighted to finally see it, after imagining it for an eternity. I trailed my fingertips down lightly, teasing his nipples and then moving almost down to his waist, and he kissed me hungrily and pulled me close to him. His chest hair brushed against my nipples, and both of us breathed even faster, moaning with pleasure.

He kissed my neck, and the base of my throat, and then he moved his mouth along my collar bone, and around to my back. He kissed up and down my spine, moving his hands up and down, caressing the front of my legs. Finally his right hand went between my legs, rubbing my pussy as I came close to coming. I bucked for a moment, moaning louder as his fingers pressed in hard, trying to find my hole through the jeans. 

I turned to face him again, kissed him, being sure to put my tongue in his mouth, and then reached for his belt, whispering, "I know these pants are too tight for that big cock" in a husky voice. Licking my lips, I could see the delight on his face as he realized what I was about to do. I unzippered his pants, and as he pulled them down I saw his big beautiful dick and reached for it, circling it with my thumb and finger, and pumping him slowly with my hand as I continued to kiss him. I licked his nipples, which made him groan and buck against my hand, and his moaning got louder as my mouth reached his navel. 

He put his hand on my head but I shook him off, murmuring "Don't rush me, I will suck you, just wait" as I tasted his skin. 

Then I got down on my knees and teased him, brushing his cock softly against my lips, drooling as I moved that big dick around the edges of my mouth, using my tongue to flick around the edges and moisten his head. I could see that he was watching me, breathing heavily. When I thought he couldn't take any more teasing, I took his head in my mouth, rolling around the edge with my tongue, and then sucked on him, to draw him in slowly, all the way in, to his delight. I could taste the first salty drops of precum as I sucked on him, letting him slide in and out of my mouth. He had his hands on the back of my head by now as he fucked into my mouth,and when he held me still, I knew that he was almost ready to cum and I stopped. 

He pulled me to my feet, and kissed me, fumbling with my belt. I quickly pulled off my jeans and pulled them down, turning so that he could see I was wearing a thong. As I bent over to remove my jeans he took my hips, and pulled me close, rubbing his throbbing rod against my pussy from behind. My panties were soaked, and he murmured "Oh, yes" and lead me over to the bed, kissing me. He lowered me back onto the bed, with my ass right next to the edge, and then went to work pleasuring me.

He went to his knees, kissing my stomach, and then licking the front of my panties, as I squirmed in ecstasy. While I ran my fingers through his hair, his tongue found my clit and he sucked it through my panties, sending shock waves through me.

His hands were stroking my ass, and raised my ass as he peeled the panties away from my sticky, throbbing cunt. He licked me from bottom to top, pushing his tongue into me as I got wetter and wetter. His mustache tickled me, and the sensation drove me wild. My juices covered his face as I begged him to fuck me, now.

He put his finger inside of me, moving it against my g-spot, and flicked his tongue against my clit, and I couldn't stand it anymore. I came, screaming and shuddering from head to toe as the spasms shook deep inside my pussy, clenching around his fingers. 

He stroked his hands down the inside of my legs as my orgasm subsided, slowly caressing me and assuring me that he wasn't done, he would fuck me into a mind blowing orgasm, when I was ready. His mouth followed his hands, his mustache and tongue brushing down the inside of one leg, and back up the other. He licked my pussy with a few more long, slow strokes, and then licked my stomach. Taking one breast in his mouth, he stroked the other, and flicked the nipple with his thumb over and over as I arched my back in delight. 

He moved up to my mouth, letting me taste how wet he had made me, and I could feel his cock against my pussy. I thrust my hips upward, just as he pushed forward, and he entered me with ease. His huge dick filled me and stimulated me in every inch of my hole. I wrapped my legs around him, and he grabbed my shoulders, and pumped into me. I was running my fingers through his hair, clenching it, and already on the verge of another orgasm, and so I encouraged him, saying "Yes, harder, fuck me, oh, hard, yes yes!" as I bit at his neck and his shoulders. 

He suddenly grabbed my hips and held me still, putting one hand tightly around the base of his dick, and I knew that he was holding off on coming so that he could fuck me in another position. He was amazing - I couldn't believe that he hadn't cum at all yet. He was still for a few moments, and then pulled out of me, as I moaned. Panting, I squirmed and rubbed my thighs together with lust as he pulled me to my feet. He sat down on the chair at the desk, and pulled me onto his lap, facing him. I was thrilled, since I love to be on top fucking a man. I grabbed the back of his neck and pulled his head forward so that my breast went into his mouth. He groaned and sucked hard on my tit as I pulled his head closer to me. With my free hand I found my clit and rubbed it, playing with myself as I humped him and listened to his cock slide in and out of my pussy, sloshing in all of my juices. I was tantalizingly close to an orgasm, but I wanted him to be fully in control when he came.

"I have to cum soon" he gasped, and I said "tell he how you want to finish me". "On the desk." When he was ready he stood and lowered me onto the desk, and pulled my thighs up against his chest so that he could pump me and get even deeper. He stood there, hands on my hips, pulling me onto him and fucking me with all of his might and we both were screaming in ecstasy. 

When his orgasm started he let my legs down, and leaned forward on me, thrusting hard, and forcing his tongue back into my mouth, so that I could taste my salty cum again from my first orgasm. The taste, along with the feeling of his sperm pumping out of his cock, and his groaning, pushed me over the edge and I exploded from the inside out, clenching his dick as I spasmed over and over. My arms and legs were completely numb and my head was spining as I gasped for air. 

He carried me to the bed, and massaged me and kissed me for hours, until the sun came up. 

We both went to our business meeting, feeling an incredible electricity every time we looked at one another.

It began to snow, and we missed our flight home...

Getting Down To Business



This story deals with themes of female domination and coercion in a lesbian setting. If you think that you are likely to be offended by such material please try a different story.

Chapter 1

It was with a degree of trepidation that I pressed the button for the fifth floor. The last time I had been here it was as the queen bee, the chairman's daughter, looking over a company that would one day be mine.

Now I was here in disgrace. The University had pulled up short of expelling me but out of consideration for my father, one of their major benefactors, it was suggested that I might want to take a gap year. I guess I got off lightly. There had been talk of police involvement and the possibility of assault charges but my fathers influence had smoothed things over.

When he questioned me about the incident I had to lie to him. I could hardly tell him that I had taken umbrage because a man had refused to go down on me. I was not the little girl he once knew.

I had been a plain Jane, studious, reserved, getting the grades necessary to secure a place at one of the best Universities in the country but then, in the space of twelve short months mother nature chose to bless me.

I grew inches taller and I developed my mother's breasts. The puppy fat that gave my face its childish cast fell away and the beautiful swan was revealed. Suddenly all the young men who had previously shunned me found excuses to be in my company.

I guess it was this that made me resentful. I hated the fact that they did not want me for the person I was but for the sexual being I had become. I developed into a tease, stringing them along until I got what I wanted and then dumping them unceremoniously.

I exited the lift to find that the secretary's desk outside Amanda's office was vacant and so, taking a deep breath, I knocked at her door. There was no immediate answer and so I tentatively tried the door handle only to be brought up short by a bellowed command.

"Stay!"

I stepped back, shocked by the angry tone of voice, and a moment later Amanda's secretary came out of the room. She looked a little flustered as she walked past me.

"You can go in."

Amanda certainly did not look her usual composed self. She was now in her thirties but I had known her since childhood and had always admired her beauty. Her father was English but her mother was Hong Kong Chinese which gave her an exotic mix of features. 

She had large, dark brown, eyes beneath a high forehead but her face was balanced by a neat nose and a full mouth.

She was highly intelligent and my father had sponsored her through Harvard Business School before putting her in charge of the media division. As I stood in front of her I remembered just how arrogant I had been at our last meeting.

She straightened her lustrous mane of black hair and from the high colour in her cheeks I assumed that I had interrupted some sort of argument.

"Take a seat. I wasn't expecting you for another fifteen minutes."

I was a little early but I was keen to make an impression. My father had made it absolutely clear that if Amanda turned in a bad report then I would have to find my own salvation. I would not be totally disinherited but any thought of heading up the company in the short term could be forgotten.

"Now, as you know, I'm going to put you on the sales desk. I think the experience will be good for you. The girls are all striving to outdo one another but they still have to work as a team."

I could not meet her eyes and, instead, found myself staring at her chest. She had three buttons of her blouse unfastened, which did not gel with her usual professional image, and, for some reason, I found myself wondering if she was wearing a bra. For a woman of partly Oriental extraction she had an impressive bust.

"You can start right away but firstly I want to know what you did with that young man."

Her question took me by surprise.

"My father must have told you the story."

"I've heard the official version, now I want to hear the truth." 

I wanted to tell her it was none of her business but, at the same time, I felt the need to let her know that I was not the naïve student she had once known.

"He tried to get me drunk enough to give him a blow job."

"And?"

"He was good looking and I was not totally averse. I told him I would do it if he went down on me first."

I realized that I was trying to shock but Amanda sat impassively waiting for me to continue.

"And he refused?"

"He was a macho shit."

"So what did you do?"

"I played him along. I took him back to my halls of residence; it's girls only but I sneaked him in. I took him to my room and dared him to be a little kinky. The stupid bastard let me undress him and tie him to the bed."

"And you took advantage of him?"

"No, once I had him where I wanted him I got dressed again. The halls are mainly populated by medical students and, believe me, those girls know how to party. I borrowed a dental retractor to keep his mouth open and then I left my door unlocked and simply spread the word around the common room."

I thought I detected the tiniest hint of a smile but I was not prepared for her next question.

"Do you think that was fair? Cunnilingus is not to everyone's taste."

It was my turn to be shocked. It seemed so odd hearing the word coming from her and particularly in the present surroundings. I was still lost for an answer as she continued.

"Do you enjoy it?"

"I'm sorry?"

"Do you like going down on another woman?"

My mouth fell open fractionally as she sat there completely unabashed. It was a second or two before I could bring myself to reply.

"I'm not a lesbian."

Only as I said it did it occur to me that she might have been sounding me out. I had never given any thought to her sexuality and assumed that, as part of her neat, well ordered, life she was involved in a conventional relationship. 

"You surprise me, a young woman of the world like yourself, surely you've been curious?"

She had completely turned the tables on me and I sensed that it had amused her to do so. 

"Of course not."

I hoped that I sounded suitably indignant. Whatever her own proclivities I wanted her to know that I was as straight as a die.

For a second or two she looked at me as if coming to a decision and, as she did so, she rubbed idly at her collar bone with her index finger. In the process her blouse opened a fraction wider and my eyes flitted to the smooth contour of her breast.

"Okay, you had better go downstairs and get started."

And that was it. I went down to the sales floor to face the same girls that I had treated so off-handedly just a few months before. There were four of them and, as soon as I entered the room, I could see that news of my fall from grace had spread.

After some initial good-natured ribbing Kara sat me down to show me the ropes and I quickly came to realize that the girls were not the bimbos I had taken them for. It was an easy mistake to make. Kara, at twenty-five, was the oldest and, as seemed the norm in media enterprises, they were all very attractive. In fact Zoe and Lily were wannabe models who had taken the job in the hope that it would bring them into the right orbit. 

The fourth member of the quartet was Dawn. Quieter and more reserved than the others she was nevertheless the most driven. She was a university graduate and ultimately looked set for a high flying career in the industry.

We were selling advertising slots for many of the new digital TV channels who were not prepared to go to the expense of hiring their own sales teams. The skill was not in selling the slots but in the cross-selling that went with it. We would recommend production companies, graphic designers, image consultants all the things needed to run a successful campaign. The plethora of new channels had brought rates down to a level that appealed to companies who might never have considered TV advertising in the past.

The girls each had targets and there were bonuses for individual performances and for the team as a whole but they seemed more interested in the informal reward scheme. I heard about a "Barbie" awarded to the weeks best performer and the monthly "Amanda". 

The latter was straightforward. Each month Amanda would treat the best performer to a lavish dinner which obviously gave the winner a chance to promote themselves. When I quizzed the girls on the "Barbie" they simply laughed and told me I would have to win it to find out.

My chance came sooner than I anticipated. In my third week my father phoned to see how things were going. He seemed pleased that I had buckled down and he gave me the name of a contact. I felt awkward making the call, not least because my father may already have guaranteed the outcome, but I reasoned that if I was successful the whole team would benefit.

As it turned out it was big sale, including a design and production contract, and it was certain, well before the end of the week, that I would be the recipient of a "Barbie". Over the next few days the girls teased me mercilessly telling me how I would enjoy it but never quite making clear what "it" was.

At Friday lunchtime I was declared the winner and I went to Amanda's office to collect my reward. Her secretary, Christine, looked shocked to see me come through the door. 

"Amanda's not here I'm afraid. She'll be out for a couple of hours."

Christine was a petite blonde cast in the same mould as my sales colleagues but she looked so much younger. If I had not known I would have guessed she was a teenager but Kara had confirmed that she had been Amanda's secretary for a number of years which put her somewhere in her twenties.

"I've come to collect a 'Barbie'"

"I'm sorry?"

"A 'Barbie', I had the best sales this week."

She looked astonished.

"You won?"

"Yes, is that such a surprise?"

I found myself slightly annoyed that she obviously did not think me capable of winning but she now had a resigned but excited look about her.

"You had better come in here."

She stood up and held open the door to Amanda's office and then followed me in closing it behind her. 

"You said Amanda was out."

"Yes she is. We won't be disturbed."

I now felt like a trespasser and Christine could see my unease.

"So, they're calling it a 'Barbie' now."

"What should it be called?"

"Oh, they've had different nicknames for it over time. I guess they either think I'm an airhead or they think I look like the doll, perhaps I should be flattered."

My confusion was now complete but Christine simply smiled.

"Make yourself comfortable."

She indicated the long leather sofa that filled the bay window with its view over the park. 

"Perhaps I should come back when Amanda's in..."

It was Christine's turn to looked a little bemused and then realization dawned.

"They didn't tell you did they?"

"Tell me what?"

"Sit down."

I sat and awaited an explanation, wondering if I had been the victim of a prank, but then I was taken aback as Christine knelt down in front of me.

"You're very beautiful. You remind me of Kiera Knightly, but with boobs."

It was such an odd thing to say and I was still wondering how to reply politely when she reached forward and put her hand on my knee. 

I quickly took hold of her hand and eased it away.

"Christine, I think there's been a misunderstanding; I think the others may be having a joke at our expense."

She seemed completely unperturbed. Her hand come back and slipped under my skirt.

"It's no joke. I'm your Barbie."

Her hand slid up my thigh and then all the way up to the waistband of my pantyhose.

She looked so delicate, so vulnerable, it was hard to be annoyed.

"Chrsitine, look, I'm flattered but I'm not into other women."

Her other hand now slid up my right leg and she smiled.

"You don't have to be. Just relax and enjoy."

The implications of what she was saying suddenly came home to me.

"You would do this for any of the girls, whoever won?"

"Of course..."

None of the others were lesbians, not as far as I knew, and certainly not judging by the amount of time they wasted on their phones to their respective boyfriends.

I felt her cool fingers against my skin as she eased them into the waistband and my mind was a maelstrom. Ever since my charged conversation with Amanda on my first day her mild taunt about being a woman of the world had haunted me. I found myself wondering if I should try other things before I settled down but I must admit my thoughts had centred on fantasies of a ménage à trois with me as the only female participant.

Now Christine was offering a new experience and I must admit that I felt a certain frisson. 

"Don't be scared..."

I was trying to clear my head. This was wrong but, like trying to get up from a warm bed in the morning, I could not make myself rise. As I made a half effort she took advantage and she slid my pantyhose and panties down to my ankles with a single firm tug.

Was I to stand now I would fall over and so I allowed myself to sink back. The feel of the cool leather against my bare skin felt so decadent in the middle of a working day but even as I reveled in the sensation Christine took off my shoes and removed my underwear altogether. 

It was the critical moment. If I did not leave now I would be committed but I could already sense the scales tipping. Looking back I suppose there was another factor. The others had all tried this and I did not want to appear to be a prude. Only then did it occur to me that the shock I had registered on Christine's face when I entered the room was because she had been expecting someone, just not me.

"You have lovely legs..."

I was almost painfully tense but she began to gently stroke each of my legs in turn with her tiny, perfectly formed, hands and her touch was magical. She moved from my ankle around my calf and paused teasingly at my knee before moving on to my thigh. 

She repeated the process over and over again until my muscles relaxed and my legs slowly but surely fell open. My instinct was to close them or to cover myself but some other vampish part of me wanted her to look.

She did not disappoint. She held her open hand before her and slowly moved it towards my sex. 

Even before she touched me a familiar scent teased my nostrils and for a second or two I felt a twinge of embarrassment but, as though reading my thoughts, she paused, closed her eyes, and breathed in deeply through her nose.

"Heavenly...."

No man had ever said that, and I suspected that more than a few would have used a less flattering adjective, but I could see that Christine's appreciation was heartfelt. 

Her hand was now scant millimeters away and it felt as if she was controlling the air between us. I could feel the warmth and the hint of a static charge. I wanted to feel the pressure of her hand on my sex but she remained unhurried.

She closed her fingers, forming a tiny fist, and then she slowly uncurled them allowing her immaculately varnished nails to rake gently through my neat growth of hair. She continued to groom me, carefully avoiding my labia, and the sensation was at once relaxing and stimulating.

In the quiet of the room I was aware of my own breathing, the soft rasp of her fingernails, and her constant murmur of appreciation.

I could feel myself getting wetter by the moment and my scent grew ever stronger but Christine, far from being put off, occasionally moved her head by tiny degrees and flared her nostrils as if in approval.

I was held in an exquisite torment. On the one hand I could have surrendered to her for hours, and I suspect that she would have been happy to oblige, but, on the other, I felt an ever growing need to come. 

I had never felt anything like it before. I usually orgasm when having sex but it sometimes feels rushed; when I feel the onset of a climax I immediately begin to ride it knowing that my partners can never read me well enough to take me there by degrees. I guess that is why, if I am honest, I have always found masturbation more satisfactory but here, now, was a whole new experience.

Christine had not yet even touched me properly but I instinctively knew that she could attune to my natural rhythm and my greed finally got the better of me.

"Please...."

She gave a knowing smile and pressed with the fingers of both hands to gently open me up. I immediately felt my labia bloom and the prickle of a single bead of moisture as it leaked away before breaking free to wet the sofa. 

I have sometimes worried that my labia might be a little too pronounced and as I looked down that feeling returned but the look on her face was almost one of adoration. After a pause she softly huffed a warm breath onto my sex causing them to swell even more.

"So beautiful..."

My heart was racing as I awaited the inevitable and then, with agonizing slowness, she moved forward and put out her tongue. 

I almost swooned at the first subtle touch as she licked along the fringes of my engorged lips without quite parting them. She did not reach the apex and my clitoris throbbed with denial but I was hers to play with. She bowed her head and licked once more following the same shallow path again and again.

Her touch was so tender, like none I had ever known, and I could feel my sex weeping its appreciation. 

She sensed my readiness and withdrew slightly to look up at me.

"Angels wings..."

I had never heard the phrase used in this context and she made it sound so right, so wonderful.

She smiled and then engaged herself once more. This time her tongue went deeper, sliding easily inside, and she began a loving exploration. At first I could feel the very tip moving over the inner walls coaxing more moisture but then it was still and the only movement was a slow rhythmic swelling which gently stretched my labia.

It was beyond words and I felt myself close to orgasm but now she wanted something for herself. She tipped her head back slightly allowing her tongue to penetrate just a little further and, somewhere inside, a well was tapped. 

I could feel my juices flow and I knew that they were flowing over her tongue. It was so erotic and, as she began to swallow, my body shuddered into orgasm as if to offer her more. She accepted it all with her tongue finding pressure points that triggered numerous liquid aftershocks.

When, at last, she eased away she looked totally serene the only evidence the glistening wetness of her lips which she slowly licked clean.

"You taste divine..."

My orgasm had been shattering but I was still buzzing and she fully understood. She began to lick at my inner thighs, the tip of her tongue finding every crease, and, over the next few minutes, she worked her way back to my mound. 

My body was shivering in anticipation and she carefully took hold of my ankles and lifted my legs so that my feet were flat on the seat of the sofa. I felt that I had been put obscenely on display but for Christine it was like presenting a work of art.

She reapplied herself with the same unselfish tenderness this time taking my labia, in turn, between her lips and suckling them gently. I could feel my muscles relaxing, wantonly opening myself up to her, and she slowly moved back to the centre. 

This time she somehow hooked her tongue and ran the tip along the roof of the opening as she went deeper. The feeling was strange, almost ticklish, and then my body jerked. I had no control over it, she had found some trigger point, and I was being shot through with some form of sexual energy.

It was an orgasm like no other, completely beyond my control. I was a marionette and Christine controlled the strings. My body began to thrash but she stayed with me drawing out every last once of pleasure. 




Getting Down To Business



At the very end I must have passed out. When I was fully compos mentis once again I found myself slumped on the sofa with Christine smiling over me.

"You'd better get yourself together. Amanda will be back soon."

I got up in a daze onto unsteady legs and she handed me my underwear. I looked down to where I had been sitting to see a tell tale glistening on the seat of the sofa but Christine mischievously licked her upper lip.

"Don't worry, I'll clean up."

Chapter 2

I spent a long time in the ladies room regaining my composure before I could go back and face the others. As I walked into the office they all looked at me but nothing was said. I could see from their faces that they all knew exactly what I had been through. 

For the next few nights Christine tormented my dreams. I wanted to masturbate but the image of her down between my legs would come unbidden to my mind and I would have to stop. I did not want to make that association. I convinced myself that it was a one-off, that I would not let it happen again, even if I were to get the best sales figures.

But, on the following Friday, Zoe was announced as the weeks winner, and I could not help but feel a twinge of jealousy as she disappeared to collect her reward. The only consolation was that it was never discussed and so I guessed that the others were suffering the same anguish as I was.

Another week passed and Zoe won again and, this time, I am sure I sensed some resentment particularly from Kara who was, as I understood it, the uncrowned queen of the sales team. When Zoe came back looking like the cat that got the cream Kara came across to my desk.

"Do you fancy a quick drink after work?"

"Love to."

Up until then I had not socialized with the others, apart from a couple of lunch times in the wine bar and I had some questions to which I hoped to get the answers. We took a taxi to a pub by the river and ordered a bottle of Zinfandel.

Almost immediately we started attracting male attention which came as no surprise. Even though Zoe and Lily were the aspiring models I thought that Kara was better looking. She was a little taller than me and wore her dark hair short which emphasized her perfect bone structure and her piercing blue eyes. Even if I say it myself we made a hot couple.

By the time the bottle was finished, and I was about to order another, Kara had had enough of inane chat up lines. 

"How about we get a take out and go back to my place? I live about ten minutes from here." 

I was flattered to be asked on such short acquaintance and soon found myself admiring Kara's apartment. It had a partial view of the river and was tastefully decorated with lots of pine giving it a Scandinavian feel.

She opened the wine and we discussed work for a while although I got the impression that she was not prepared to completely open up in front of the chairman's daughter and so I tried to change the subject.

"It's Friday night. I'm not keeping you from anything am I? Boyfriend?"

"We've split up."

"I'm sorry to hear that."

"Don't be. He turned out to be a shit and it was going nowhere."

There was an awkward pause but then she smiled.

"I could have done without Zoe winning this week. It's been a while."

"With Christine?"

"With anyone."

The evening was going so well that I had already made up my mind not to ask my slightly inappropriate questions but now Kara had broached the subject first and I seized the opportunity.

"Why do you think she does it?"

Kara did not have to be told to whom I was referring.

"Who knows? Perhaps she's just wired that way."

"What about Amanda?"

It was not quite the question I wanted to ask. More than once I had thought back to my first day and wondered just what I might have interrupted. Now Kara answered with almost a snigger. 

"What do you think?"

I did not want to appear naïve and so I laughed along with her leaving myself none the wiser.

The bottle was almost empty. I was feeling slightly the worse for wear and knew that the time had come to wind things up. I got up from the sofa.

"Thanks for this evening Kara, it's been great. I was a bit worried... about fitting in and everything." 

Kara rose from the chair and gave me a hug. 

"Don't be silly. We don't bite."

She held me to her shoulder and stroked my hair. I accepted her comfort and closed my eyes for a second immediately becoming aware of her perfume. It was one that I wore myself from time to time but it seemed far more suited to her. It was a strong fragrance that sat well with her naturally assertive personality but more than that it smelt subtlety different on her skin. 

Without thinking I gently inhaled again trying to see what made it so. Her neck was soft and warm and lent the scent a sultry undertone. I realized that I had lingered a little longer than propriety allowed and I stiffened but Kara still held me with one hand around my waist and the other touching my hair.

"I wonder what Christine would make of us now?"

It seemed an odd thing for her to say. I felt a momentary panic, wondering if I had been misreading signals, but immediately assured myself that Kara was as straight as I was. Almost unconsciously I put my hand between us and rested it on her shoulder but, as she eased away, it slipped a little lower. 

I suddenly felt the fullness of her breast beneath my palm and my first irrational thought was that she had somehow found time to remove her bra and make herself more comfortable since we had arrived.

Without thinking, I gently tried to push her away, to put a little space between us but she remained still and I found myself pressing a little more firmly at her breast. I could distinctly feel her nipple centred on my palm and I was aware that it was engorging. 

I wanted to spring away but I did not want to upset her in any way and so I tried to disengage with as much decorum as the situation allowed. I raised my face ready to laugh with her at the accidental contact but she simply hugged me close once more. 

My hand was trapped between us and there was now no doubting. The teat of her nipple had become incredibly firm and it felt surprisingly large. For a fleeting second I wondered what it looked like but then I got a grip on reality. 

The easiest thing to do was to wait and allow Kara to release me but, after a few more awkward seconds the soporific effects of the wine started to take hold and I felt my eyes getting heavier. I knew I had to get some fresh air and so I tried, as gently as I could to move my hand again. 

Kara relaxed a little but now I felt my bracelet snagging on the button of her blouse. I tried to ease back the other way but, to my dismay I found myself touching bare flesh. Her breast was warm, weighty, and my fingers seemed to curve around it of their own accord. 

For a few seconds I was driven by some primal inquisitiveness and I was making unwitting comparisons with my own body. Kara's breasts were of a similar size to mine but her nipples bore no comparison. My fingers read the heavy dimples of her areola like Braille and they were telling me how large they were. I just knew that I had to look.

I started to free my hand but as I did so I opened her blouse just enough to take a glimpse. I could not help but gasp. Her nipple was starkly brown and looked majestic against her lightly tanned skin. I thought of my own neat pink offering and I felt a pang of jealousy. 

"Like what you see?"

Her words startled me, guiltily reminding me just how inappropriate my behaviour was. I parted myself from her hurriedly but unfortunately my bracelet was still caught up. I bent to disentangle it but as I did so she placed her hand at the back of my head and drew me in.

Caught off balance I fell against her with my face to her breast. Using her free hand she tugged her blouse to one side, ripping it free from my bracelet in the process, and as I opened my mouth to protest she pulled me on to her. 

My lips seemed to close around her nipple of their own volition. I knew that it was terribly wrong but it somehow felt so natural. In a forgotten echo of childhood I sucked gently and worked my tongue over the puckered surface.

Kara was saying something but I could not hear it. She had my head enfolded in both arms locking me into a private world. There was a captivating strength about her and, as she slowly drew me down onto the sofa, I moved with her whilst remaining locked to her breast,

She settled back and began to stroke my hair once more as I lay above her suckling tenderly.

After a moment or two she slowly took her arms away but, still lost in my own private daydream, I continued to lick my tongue in lazy circles. Deep down I knew it had to stop but I was now aware of new sensations centred between my legs.

I looked up at Kara. She lay with her hands joined behind her head and her eyes closed but I could tell by her expression that she was feeling the same way as me. In the next few seconds I tried to rationalize it. Could it be so wrong? After all, it need never happen again. 

Kara's moistened lips were slightly parted and I could almost feel them against my sex. 

With her eyes still closed she pulled the remains of her blouse away from her other breast and I needed no bidding. Now that my mind was made up I wanted to excite her, to make her hot for me, as I was already wet for her. 

This time I licked around her proudly erect nipple for a long time before taking it between my lips and then I nipped gently with my teeth causing her to arch her back excitedly.

I rose from her for a moment to take in her body. She was a very fit, beautiful, young women and her recently acquired tan gave her a healthy glow. 

I could not resist pecking a single kiss on the flat plane of her stomach almost expecting the taste of caramel. As I did so she brought her hand down and gently brushed my cheek with the back of her fingers but in the same movement she deftly flicked open the button of her skirt. 

I smiled and began to unfasten the buttons of my own blouse, anxious now to feel the smoothness of her skin against mine, but as I did so she gave a sinuous twist of her hips working her skirt down her legs so that she could kick it off altogether.

I was a little shocked to see that she was not wearing panties and assumed that she had taken them off when she had removed her bra. I began to wonder if events were quite as spontaneous as they seemed, and I felt a momentary pang of anxiety, but I could not avert my eyes. Her pubis was shaved, except for a small, neat, triangle of black hair at the apex, and she sported an all-over tan.

Even through the fog of alcohol I knew that things were moving too fast but Kara had no reservations. 

"Lick me.."

I do not know exactly what my befuddled mind had envisioned except, I suppose, a mutual voyage of discovery but Kara was overlaying the fantasy with a harsh reality. I wanted to call a halt, to give myself time to think straight, but things had gone too far. If I stopped now we would both be embarrassed and perhaps, worse still, she might think me a tease. 

In the end it was just one thing that swayed me; I was still desperate to have her go down on me. I had wanted us to bring pleasure to one another simultaneously but now it seemed that the price I had to pay was to go first.

Having resigned myself I began to quickly undress but Kara took hold of my wrist.

"Now..."

I suppose I had myself to blame. The attention I had paid to her breasts had clearly inflamed her. She let go of me but only to put her hand on the top of my head and encourage me downwards. 

Resignedly, and with my blouse still only half undone, I allowed my body to slip over hers until I was lying between her open legs. 

Her sex lay revealed to me, the neat labia now slightly swollen and already slicked with a film of moisture. This close to I could see the dark pinpricks where the hair was starting to grow back in and. to one side, a tiny, not quite circular, beauty spot.

My mouth was closed, still in denial, and I had not drawn breath for a few seconds but as I now breathed in through my nose it was to take in a scent that was so familiar from my own fingers. Almost immediately I drew a second, deeper, breath and I was reminded of my own arousal. 

I readied myself to take the final, fatal, step. Closing my eyes I forced my tongue between my lips and leaned inwards. Her lips were softer than I imagined and the first taste was unexpectedly tart on my tongue. So much so that I drew back but Kara immediately put a hand to the back of my head.

"Do it..."

For a second I was resented her tone but I guessed that she was getting desperate. I closed the gap once more and this time, with the urging of her hand, my tongue went a little deeper. 

I braced myself for another sharp tang but this time the taste was fuller, somehow more in keeping with the familiar scent. I kept my tongue still, assimilating its sour sweet quality, and then found myself seeking more. I went deeper, coating the sides of my tongue and filling my mouth.

"Oh yes...that's it!"

My previously reluctant lips were now sealed over her sex as I swirled my tongue inside her. The warmth and steady pressure was oddly soothing but more than anything it was that taste. Perhaps it was the novelty but as her excitement grew I welcomed its lazy flow over my tongue all the way to the back of my throat.

Her hand was still at the back of my head but I no longer needed any inducement. As her body began to shiver at the brink I felt an inner calmness a sense that this was where I was destined to be 

She was swearing quietly under her breath and a part of me wondered if I should be doing more but it was soon clear that I had done enough. Her body arched once more and I rose with her, keeping the seal intact, and my reward was a final hot flow as her internal muscles rippled with pleasure.

As she lay, breathing hard, I peeled myself away. Her body was sheened with perspiration and I found that my blouse was sticking to my skin. She was lost in a post climatic daze and I was left with my own disordered thoughts. 

I felt both guilty and elated but more than anything I was aroused. It was disturbing to find that this was, in part, because of what I had just done, but that took second place to the prospect of what Kara would soon be doing for me.

After a moment or two she opened her eyes and smiled at me.

"You're a bit of a dark horse. Are you sure you haven't done that before?"

I took it as flattery. I knew that I could not compete with Christine, nor would I expect to, and this convinced me that it was the nature of the newly forged bond between Kara and I that had made it so intense.

Growing bolder I took hold of her hand.

"Shall we use the bedroom?"

Without another word she got up from the sofa and I again admired her beautiful body. She allowed the tatters of her blouse to fall from her shoulders and stood confident in her nakedness as I rose to join her. 

She led me to a tastefully appointed room, the focal point of which was a pine double bed, and whilst I finished undressing she made herself comfortable on the counterpane.

Her calm appraisal made me a little uneasy even though I knew that I could be as proud of my body as she was of hers.

I skimmed out of my panties and made ready to join her but she put up a hand.

"Wait a sec..."

She reached behind her and grabbed a pillow and, as I watched, she placed it at the small of her back lifting her hips slightly. I looked on slightly perplexed until she raised her knees and opened her legs wide.

"Okay, I'm ready."

There was no doubting what she wanted and my immediate reaction was to think her unreasonably selfish but then I convinced myself that I had misread the situation. In her mind mine was, perhaps, a job half done but, by agreeing to use the bedroom, she had tacitly invited me to stay the night with the suggestion that we had hours ahead of us.

My own need was growing by the minute. My nipples were achingly erect, in their own modest way, and the discolouration of my panties had told its own story but I knew that a little self denial would make the moment even sweeter when it finally arrived. All it needed was a measure of self control.

I moved onto the bed and crouched down between her legs once more but this time the display was far more carnal. Her sex was fully relaxed and lay open to my gaze. The grey tinged labia looked more prominent drawing the eye to the pink cave at the very heart but, lower still, I was aware of a darker opening and I felt a nervous shiver.

The room had small bedside lamps but Kara had switched on a bank of spotlights in the centre of the ceiling which offered a harsh illumination. Beneath the bright lights her sex shone with a mixture of my saliva and her juices giving it a savage beauty.

I was uneasy this time. Before, there had been the excitement of new experience and, on the sofa, a sense of close comfort; now it was disturbingly premeditated.

The scent of arousal rose from her as an invisible mist, thickening as I moved between her welcoming thighs, but I hesitated before the moment of contact. I could hear all the echoes of my formal upbringing telling me how wrong this was but, at the same time my tongue was working in my mouth savouring the taste of her and craving more. 

"Now babe,..eat me..."

I touched my tongue to her labia and found them surprisingly cold. Without hesitation I pushed deeper seeking warmth and for the next few minutes I kept my tongue inside milking her off all she had to give. 

At some point she began to squirm and I was pleased that I was getting to her but then I found her fingers in my face as she opened herself wider still.

"Do my clit..."

I was so engrossed that I had not given it a thought. I knew she would come from the penetration alone but it should have been obvious to me that she would want more. I found myself feeling irrationally guilty.

I withdrew my tongue and only then realized how sore it was becoming but there, beckoning between her fingertips, lay the pink pearl of her clitoris. 

I had always thought that my own clitoris was relatively small, although it can seem enormous beneath my fingers when I am masturbating, but Kara's was no bigger. I licked it gently with the tip of my tongue and she gave a throaty growl of approval. 

I found it fascinating and I spent an age exploring its glassy smoothness. My tongue felt clumsy but her growing agitation suggested that I was on the right track. I started off licking in circles but then began to flick my tongue alternatively to the left and right. 

Her sex was seeping, coating my chin, and I was sorely tempted to suck it from her but I was enjoying the control I now had over her. She began to push her hips at me but I moved with her keeping up the same easy tempo. At that moment her whole body was wired to that single, wonderful, junction of nerve endings and I controlled the switch with the tip of my tongue. 

Eventually, she could take no more.

"You little bitch..."

She pulled me tightly to her pressing the flat of my tongue to her clitoris and the application of pressure was enough to finish her off. Her body rocked with intensity and I was smothered in the heat and wetness of it. 

It took her a long time to recover and she seemed reluctant to let me go but, at last, she removed her hand and I was able to ease myself away. 

My face had not been dry for some time and was beginning to feel sore but Kara anticipated my need.

"Through there."

I got up from the bed and walked into the adjacent bathroom and was amused to see a vibrator sitting on the edge of the sink where it had presumably been put to dry. I quickly dowsed my face with water and dried myself off eager now to take my turn. 




Getting Down To Business



When I returned to the bedroom it was to find Kara sitting up on the bed her back propped with pillows. She smiled as I walked in.

"Would you mind if I don't make coffee? You've just about worn me out.."

I stood still trying to make sense of what she was saying.

"...I'll call you a cab while you get yourself dressed."

As her words finally sunk in the shock must have registered on my face because she suddenly leaned forward.

"Oh my God! You didn't think....?"

Chapter 3

Without another word I grabbed my clothes and dashed into the living room. Less than two minutes later I was standing outside her building and then the tears came. 

I suppose I could have stayed and argued but what would have been the point? A generous interpretation would suggest that I had given out the wrong signals but looked at more cynically I had been taken for a fool.

I anguished over the affair for the whole weekend and was tempted to call my father and tell him that I was not going back to the job but that would have involved explanations and further deception.

In the end I decided to brazen it out. If Kara said anything in front of the others I would deny everything; after all, what could she prove? 

Those final few steps into the office on Monday morning were the most difficult I had ever had to take. I said good morning on the way in but there was no suggestion that anyone knew anything and, fortuitously, my workstation was not in Kara's line of sight.

I could not avoid her for the whole day, she was notionally my supervisor, and I had to finally pluck up the courage to ask a question on one of the accounts. She answered straight-forwardly and there was nothing about her look or demeanour that even hinted at what had taken place between us. 

I returned to my desk assuming that it had all been a big misunderstanding and that she was probably as embarrassed as I was. I got through the week without further mishap but I have to admit that once you have seen a female work colleague naked it is difficult to look at her in the quite the same way again.

On the Friday Zoe came out with the highest sales figures yet again and she went off to collect her "Barbie" with a big grin on her face. After she had gone I had difficulty concentrating for a while, thinking of what was going on just two floors above me, but, worse still, my mind was plagued with images of Kara lying in readiness.

As it drew nearer to five p.m. I was simply glad to have gotten through the week but just as I was about to leave Zoe insisted that everyone join her for a quick drink. She had just received news that she was being offered a modeling contract. 

Everyone was outwardly gushing but I am sure that I sensed an undercurrent. I tried to make excuses but everyone was going and it seemed churlish to refuse. As I collected my coat Tara caught me alone for a moment. 

"You don't have to worry...unless, of course..."

I left her standing and quickly joined the others. 

In the event I quite enjoyed myself. Zoe and Lily's boyfriends turned up and, not surprisingly, they were very easy on the eye. Kara said nothing further untoward and I took the opportunity to have a long chat with Dawn. 

I found her something of an enigma. A year younger than Kara she still lived at home but was involved in a long term relationship. I discovered that her boyfriend was white and this had caused friction with her West Indian family. They accused her of becoming too anglicized, a charge she resented, but I could see why they might think so. She spoke impeccable English, with no trace of an accent, and in looks she reminded me of a young Halle Berry.

At one point in our conversation her mobile rang and she became involved in a heated argument. She apologized and said that she ought to go home and smooth things over but I insisted she stayed and offered my sofa for the night.

Fortunately, Tara was one of the first to leave, and so I was saved any embarrassment when Dawn and I caught a taxi together at the end of the evening. 

She was impressed with my apartment as well she might be. It belonged to my father and he used it when he was in town overnight but I was living in it for the duration of my sabbatical. 

I made coffee and we chatted for another hour or so and then I dug out the spare bedding and a clean nightshirt for her.

Once in bed I fell asleep almost immediately but was woken a little later when I heard Dawn padding to the bathroom and then, later still, I heard her in the kitchen presumably helping herself to a glass of water.

I settled once more but only to be woken a third time. I was beginning to regret being so generous with my hospitality when I realized that, this time, the disturbance was much closer at hand. My eyes flew open and I found myself looking at the back of Dawn's head.

"I'm sorry, the sofa's really uncomfortable. Are you okay with this?"

What could I say? The bed was king size and offered ample room. In the event I said nothing. I turned over but, in doing so, my hand brushed against her and encountered bare flesh. 

I lay for a moment hardly breathing. It was bad enough that I was sleeping naked but now, it seemed, Dawn had discarded her nightwear too. We lay back to back and I could feel the heat radiating from her. 

I could not help but wonder if there was an ulterior motive but, within a few minutes, it was clear that she had fallen asleep. 

For me, sleep would not come and I was burdened with troubled thoughts. Dawn had seemed to me the most straight laced of all the girls but I knew that she too had, from time to time, enjoyed what was on offer from Christine. I had wanted to ask her how, given that she was almost engaged, she managed to square her conscience but there had not been an opportune moment.

The fact was they all seemed to regard it as a bit of fun and none of them weighed it down with the same emotional baggage as I did; and now, of course, I had taken it further. I was no longer just a recipient. 

I reasoned that, if one of the others made love to me, the balance would be restored and I could put the whole thing down to experience. I would be satisfied that I was no more or less heterosexual than they were. This was all well and good as an exercise of the mind but I was not sure if I could summon up the courage in the cold light of day. 

The bedside clock showed three a.m., suggesting that I had lain awake for at least an hour, when Dawn turned over. Her steady breathing told me she was still asleep but she was now mere inches away and her hand was resting lightly on my shoulder. 

Cocooned in the darkness, beneath the warmth of the quilt, I felt my heart beating a little faster. Could this be the moment? Had fortune delivered her to me?

I stretched lazily and, as I relaxed, I allowed my body to close the gap between us. 

Her knees spooned into the back of mine and I could feel the points of her nipples pressing lightly into my back. I tried to imagine what they looked like, their size, their colour, and all the time I was getting hotter. 

She had not stirred and so I moved again, turning slowly onto my back, and the hand that had been on my shoulder slipped downwards. Hardly breathing, I moved slightly so that it came to rest on my breast.

Her fingers were warm and their presence was enough to bring my nipple to erection. I wanted her to wake up, to think that she had instigated it, but she was still out to the world. My awkward manoeuvres, and my attempts not to disturb her, meant that my head was now almost beneath the quilt and I could smell the musky, combined, scents of our two bodies, and the sharper pungency of my arousal. 

I was at a loss as to what to do next. I was tempted to put my hand between my legs, to stimulate myself in the hope that the scent might act upon her unconscious but I found myself reluctant to take the final step. Even now, where she to wake up, I could pretend that nothing improper had occurred.

It was at that moment that her sleep was jarred. She gave an almost inaudible whimper and, at the same time, her fingers closed clawing into my breast. 

I tried not to cry out but the pain was as sharp as her nails. I bit my bottom lip and eased all the way down the bed until her grip was relaxed. I waited for a second or two for the sting to ease but I was now buried beneath the quilt with my face pressed against the warmness of her thigh.

I shifted the quilt a little to move myself away but, with another whimper, she turned over towards me. 

I froze in the smothering darkness with my nose now pressed to a nest of curls and, I drew a panicked breath.

Whatever the nature of her dream it now had a physical manifestation. I could smell her excitement and with it a phantom taste on my tongue. 

She seemed to have settled and I lay guiltily breathing her in. Her scent was little different to Kara's but in the closed confines it seemed to have an almost tangible quality. I knew that if I lay for much longer it would seep into my skin and my hair and that I would have to wash before she woke but I could not pull myself away. 

I could feel beads of perspiration prickling my brow and in the moist heat her unconscious arousal seemed to grow fueled by my ever more ragged breathing. I started to count slowly, telling myself that I would move away when I reached ten, but I had hardly started before her body stirred again. 

It was a tiny change but it was enough to bring my mouth within touching distance. Damp hairs brushed tantalizingly and her labia met my lips as if in a kiss. 

I tried to visualize her sex. The surrounding growth seemed unruly, her labia protuberant, and I imagined a large clitoris. This, taken together with the now strong reek of her arousal, imbued it with a feral quality.

The tingling between my own legs was becoming more insistent but I was no longer fired by the desire for to her to go down on me. It was the simple proximity of her sex that was fanning my excitement but I was all too aware that I had reached a turning point.

The urge to put out my tongue was almost overwhelming but I feared that to do so was to surrender to a craving which would, thereafter, continue to haunt me. 

In the end I was undone by a single bead of moisture.

It formed on her labia, growing pendulous, and then it slipped away to fall against my lips. I sought it with my tongue and brought it inside my mouth to relish the taste. Just one droplet, but it acted upon me like a drug.

I began to lick, at first barely touching, content just to take the taste from her labia. It was slightly salty, tainted by perspiration, but l licked soothingly for minutes on end. I concentrated on one side and then the other the inner surface smooth and the outer textured with a soft growth. 

She gave a muted moan but otherwise remained still as I laboured devotedly in my own private grotto. 

After a time, without any outward pressure, her lips began to part in a secret welcome allowing me to partake of a rich warm ooze. I touched my tongue to the centre feeling the heat at her core and the tremor of her racing pulse.

Time seemed to stand still as I lay there perfectly still. My tongue began to ache but, slowly but surely it was being drawn deeper inside and held in an intimate embrace. 

I envied her her dream state but the physical reality was beginning to have its effect. 

She slowly raised a leg, bending it at the knee, and her thigh pressed down on the side of my face as if she was frightened that I might stop.

I began to move my tongue, flexing it inside her, and I heard her sigh. 

We lay locked together for an age but I was getting uncomfortable. My body was cramped from remaining still and it was telling me that I needed fresher air. Dawn, for her part, was radiating heat. Her thigh was slick with perspiration and I was sweating freely.

I worked my tongue more purposefully setting up a steady rhythm as I pushed it in and out and her body began to rock gently in a sympathetic motion. 

Her climax crept up on her. There was no explosive finish but rather a steady rise to the top of the wave where she held herself in stasis before the inevitable gentle fall at the other side. She hardly made a sound as her body tensed and I drank down one final flood of moisture.

I wanted to quietly extricate myself but her leg kept me trapped in place and I decided to wait for a moment or two to ensure that she had succumbed to a deeper sleep once more. I was still breathing her in, and I was reminded of my own needs, but I was worried about what memory she would have of events when she woke. 

My thoughts were interrupted as she muttered something and started to move. I readied myself but I was caught by surprise as she rolled over me. She was now lying on her stomach with my face firmly fixed between her open legs.

It was hard to believe that she could still be asleep but she was a dead weight as she pressed down on me. To make matters worse I had opened my mouth to protest and it was now filled by the cool, damp, delta of her sex. 

I tipped my head back a little, as a prelude to sliding out from under her, but in so doing I finally came upon her clitoris. My tongue discerned a large nub with a distinct fleshy ruff and my first touch made her body squirm. 

I was fascinated by its size and apparent sensitivity. I played my tongue around the circumference and, at the same time, I reached down to my own sex. 

I now mirrored my tongues movements with my finger and found that I was more aroused than I imagined. Familiar waves of pleasure stretched out to my extremities and I was heedless of the discomfort as Dawn began to grind herself on to my face.

We moved as one, bound as a writhing couple. One finger was no longer enough and I rubbed at myself almost angrily with the flat of my hand.

I was gasping as I licked at her, a combination of excitement and a lack of air, and a world away she was screaming.

"Yes! Lick me!"

She was starting to come and my hand was moving frantically as I tried to catch up.

With the onset of orgasm we both stiffened my tongue and fingertips teasing out every last ounce of please for both of us. Where before there had been darkness it now seemed to me that there was blinding light and I tried to breath more regularly.

With her course run she rolled away from me and I tentatively eased my way back up the bed. As I came out from under the quilt my wet face was quickly chilled by cool air and I crept to the bathroom to clean myself up. 

By the time I returned Dawn was sleeping as deeply and peacefully as ever and, notwithstanding my orgasm, I felt frustrated. Sleep proved as allusive as ever and from time to time I looked and wondered if I dare wake her. 

At some point I must have drifted off because when I opened my eyes the sun was well risen. Dawn was still there and, as she lay on her back, I studied her peaceful features. My particular focus was her mouth with its full, sensuous lips, and the more I looked the more aroused I became.

I do not know what possessed me to do it. Slowly, furtively, I moved up on to the pillows In slow motion I maneuvered myself until I knelt straddling her head and facing towards the foot of the bed.

My heart pounded as I remained poised with my sex just inches above her mouth. The temptation to simply lower myself was strong but I did not want to frighten her. I guess I hoped that if she woke naturally everything else would simply follow. 

I remained still but I began to brush my fingers across my sex in anticipation. The shamelessness of what I was doing was exciting in itself and I soon found myself with my eyes closed and my fingers deeper inside.

I was still lost in my own desires when I saw the flash.

"Well here's one for the family album."

Chapter 4

In the next few seconds panic ensued. I almost fell off the bed and Dawn woke with a scream. As I tried to make some sense of what was going on Dawn ran from the room and I saw her grabbing at her clothes. 

I tugged the quilt from the bed to cover my own nakedness as I tried to come to terms with the fact that Amanda was standing in my bedroom smiling at the image she had just recorded on her camera phone. 

"What the hell are you doing here!"

"I just dropped by to collect a couple of things. I'll see you on Monday."

Without another word she turned on her heel and left the room and by the time I had scrambled into my clothes the apartment was empty

I made coffee and tried to get my frantic thoughts into some sort of order; slowly, but worryingly, pieces began to fall into place. 

My mother died when I was young and, out of deference to both her and me, my father had not remarried. He had female companions from time to time and I certainly did not begrudge him. I knew that he sometimes used the flat to entertain them which was why I was using the spare bedroom leaving his room sacrosanct for the duration of my tenancy.

It now appeared that Amanda had a door key which seemed to hold all sorts of implications.

I had known her for years, ever since my father recruited her, but I had never imagined that their relationship was anything other than professional. I found myself feeling jealous and it was more than just the question of my father's affections.

I had been groomed since childhood to one day take over the business and had known no other goal. That I might have a rival had never occurred to me. In my mind Amanda would eventually work for me, as she had for my father, but now, for the first time, I saw a threat to family loyalties.

By the time Monday came around I felt drained. I had hardly slept and I was no nearer a solution. The temptation to simply have it out with Amanda was strong but I decided not to.

My father held strong religious beliefs and, after my mother had died, he converted to Catholicism. Any suggestion that my sexual leanings were other than hetero would break his heart and destroy his cherished dreams of becoming a grandfather. 

Amanda now held evidence to the contrary but I reasoned that, if she was having a relationship with my father, she was hardly going to produce a photograph showing me in flagrante. The very act of capturing the image would appear prurient.

The atmosphere at the office was strained. Every minute I was expecting a call from Amanda but nothing happened. Added to that Tara and I were still being overly formal to one another and now there was the further complication with Dawn. 

I wanted to talk things over with her. The truth of it was that I thought that we had made a connection but she seemed even more shaken by events than I was. 

So, of necessity, I found myself allying with Zoe and Lily. I was putting together a large sales package and I needed assistance to get it off the ground. They were initially reluctant because it meant taking time out from their own campaigns but they had to weigh that against the prospective benefits for the team – annual cash bonuses were based on the performance of the department as a whole. 

It went well; so much so that I was able to put other thoughts from my mind for a couple of days. Once on board, Zoe and Lily proved enthusiastic and they even stayed late on the Thursday evening so that the production deadline could be met. 

Zoe gave a whoop as she switched off her computer and Lily suggested the local pasta restaurant. The choice amused me as it was almost certain that both of them would simply be content to push a salad around a plate. 

In line with their modeling ambitions they were almost unhealthily thin and could pass as sisters. This was, in part, because they tended to follow fashion trends together. They were both dark haired and wore their hair in a mid length style with soft curls. 




Getting Down To Business



They were also favouring the same makeup, courtesy of a recent delivery of promotional cosmetics from one of Zoe's regular clients. The theme was muted russet tones which sat well with their brown eye colouring..

After the meal Lily suggested a club and we took a cab for the short ride to Mantra. Early on a Thursday evening the club was relatively quiet; it was mainly the after work crowd taking advantage of half price cocktails and we found ourselves a booth shielded from the dance floor.

We ordered a large jug of Margaritas and Lily was soon had us in stitches with a series of ever more risqué jokes. She told one about two lesbians and, whilst Zoe laughed uproariously, I joined in a little more awkwardly.

Zoe gathered herself once more and then looked at me with a tear of laughter still in her eye.

"So is it true? You're a lesbian?"

For a moment I did not know what to say but then I replied indignantly.

"What the hell makes you say that?"

"Don't take offence. It doesn't matter to me one way or another. It was just something that Dawn said."

I felt uneasy but I had to ask.

"What did she say?"

"It was when she stayed over at your place she thought you were very friendly, if you get my drift."

I had no idea just what Dawn had said but the very fact that she had discussed it suggested that the intimacy that I had assumed was not reciprocated as I believed it to be. I did not speak for a second or two and then Zoe leaned forward slightly with a mischievous smile on her face. 

"Would it excite you if I told you that I wasn't wearing panties?"

I wondered if I looked as shocked as I felt but, at the same time, those few words triggered something deep inside of me. I conjured up an image of Zoe lifting her skirt just to prove her point and I felt a sudden warmth between my legs. 

To break the tension I picked up my drink. I took an unnatural swig and convinced myself that she was only teasing.

I put the glass down again and looked across at Lily but her expression was one of suppressed excitement. I suppose I expected them to laugh, to reveal the joke, but Zoe was still smiling enigmatically. She reached over and put her fingertip into my glass. She ran it around slowly and then brought it to her glossed lips and sucked it clean.

She made it seem quite natural, as though it was done unthinkingly, but I felt my heart beating faster. Her eyes held mine as she reached forward again and repeated the action but this time she lifted her finger to my lips. 

I prepared myself for the sharpness of cointreau edged with lime but the taste was more rounded and shockingly familiar. I felt my eyes open just a little wider as I pursed my lips and gently sucked at her finger.

She slowly pulled away and I could see that I had been duped. She had presented me her index finger whilst her middle finger was still coated with alcohol which she now proceeded to lick clean. 

I was stunned to silence by the blatancy of it but, even as I watched, she reached beneath the table. 

Her smile widened just a fraction as she revealed her hand once more with her index finger extended. She made a show of turning it slowly allowing me to see that it was slick with moisture and then, with studied deliberation, she offered it up to my mouth.

I was in a club, albeit a secluded booth, but none of that mattered. Even Lily was forgotten as I stared into Zoe's daring eyes. I wanted to resist but her scent was already invading my nostrils and saliva readied my mouth.

I pressed my lips tightly together in one final show of defiance but she simply brushed her fingertip over them and waited for the inevitable result. I struggled with myself in vain but then my traitorous tongue slid out. 

I closed my eyes, licked my lips, and heard myself give a low moan. When I opened them again she still had her finger held in front of me but this time she made no move to bring it closer. She was waiting patiently for me come to her and my obvious inner struggle seemed only to heighten her amusement.

My neck physically ached as I willed myself not to give in but slowly, by degrees, I felt myself drawn forwards until I could greedily take her finger deep into my mouth.

"There's a good girl...isn't that just the best taste?"

Was she taunting me, or was she suggesting that she liked it too? I tried to read the look on her face but I was already imagining her going down on me. 

She gently removed her finger.

"Do you want some more? You know where to find it."

I was confused, unsure what to say. Ignoring Lily I almost whispered.

"Do you want to leave?...We can go back to mine."

Her smile was undiminished but when she next spoke it was with the tiniest hint of condescension. 

"No babe, there's no time like the present."

I looked at her aghast making sure I understood what she was saying.

"Not here?"

"It's up to you. How badly do you want it?"

The suggestion was outrageous but my eyes were already darting around the room. They finally settled on Lily who smiled slyly.

"Don't mind me."

I stared at the table top feeling a little light-headed. The alcohol was partly to blame but, more than that, my pulse was racing with an excitement born of the perversity of the situation. 

I felt detached from reality as though the real me was looking down at the slut who was, even now, contemplating the unthinkable. I knew that this sane persona needed to gain control and walk out but Zoe was attuned to my uncertainty. 

"It's waiting for you babe..."

She moved forward a couple of inches on the leather banquette and her posture was now a little less ladylike.

I made myself get up from the seat but somehow the movement became transposed. I found myself sliding slowly forward on the smooth surface of the bench and then gently down onto my knees. In a single fluid movement I ducked my head and embraced the welcoming darkness beneath the table. 

Now that I was out of sight the sense of detachment increased. The carpet on which I knelt was mercifully clean but the narrowness of the fixed table that separated the two bench seats meant that I was pressed close.

It hardly mattered. Zoe already had her legs spread wide and I found myself between her knees staring at a pair of tightly stretched white panties. 

Her legs were well tanned and in the limited light that patch of whiteness was like a beacon. I began to move forward towards it, as though it offered escape, whereas, in reality, every inch closer sealed the trap and with it my fate. 

I paused at the threshold, fascinated by the heat radiating from her, and then I put out my tongue and licked slowly over the silky material. 

All at once I tasted her. The slight pressure of my tongue against the taut barrier was enough to allow moisture to seep through along with the heavy scent that it carried. 

It was reasonable to assume that she had not changed her underwear before we left the office but, far from putting me off, it only added to my depraved excitement. I licked again and again until the material was a sodden mess but even then I did not stop. I clamped my mouth over her crotch and sucked at her until I felt her restraining hand on the top of my head.

"Wait! Let me take them off."

In her impatience to remove them she cracked my head with her knee but there was no apology. She kicked the ruined panties beneath the seat and hitched her skirt higher to give me better access.

Her sex was immaculately depilated and looked almost childlike. Her mons was not pronounced and she had a tight slit which, even now, seemed reluctant to reveal its inner treasure. 

I sensed them both looking down at me as I contemplated my prize but I was too far gone to care. I brought my mouth to her sex and, accepting the challenge it offered, I pushed my tongue deep inside with a single determined thrust.

"Oh my God!"

She was taken by surprise and her body stiffened reflexively but, as I kept my tongue stretched to the limit, she slowly relaxed. 

"I can't believe she's doing it."

This was from Lily but Zoe made no reply. She was concentrating on squeezing rhythmically at my tongue. 

I wanted to explore, to lap up more of her taste, but she seemed determined to keep me as I was. She put her hand on my head once again and slowly humped her body against my face. 

In the distance I could hear the pounding beat of a dance track, a reminder of another life, but it seemed a world away. 

Zoe began to pant as she worked her body now totally heedless of the outside chance that someone might actually see us. She was in no mood for subtlety; she was grinding out her orgasm using me as an inanimate adjunct. 

As she started to come she gasped out an expletive litany. 

"Oh fuck!...fuck!...fuck!"

Each word was punctuated by a thrust of her hips and then she collapsed back into her seat without a word of thanks.

I suddenly felt exposed but, worse still, I felt used. I had brought it upon myself, of that there could be no doubt, but there was a callousness about the encounter that I found disturbing. I knelt, frozen in place, wondering how I could face them but Lily now took control of events.

She stood up away from the table and spoke to Zoe.

"Scoot over."

Zoe did as she was asked, clattering me with her knees again as she did so, and then she stood up to make way for her friend. Lily glanced around and then quickly removed her panties which she crammed into her handbag.

Seconds later she had slid along to the inner side of the bench and Zoe sat back down to partially hide us from view.

I was not asked, it was all simply taken for granted. I should have been angry, the former me would have torn off their faces if treated this way, but my mind was not my own.

Lily sat brazenly with her legs open confident in the knowledge that I would not refuse but for a few seconds I stared at the floor determined not to look up. 

She shifted restlessly as she waited for me to begin and, in doing so, her scent was carried on the warm air. Some final vestige of pride made me hold my breath and refuse to smell her but I was already comparing the heavier aroma with that of Zoe.

It was that subtle difference that made me look. I suppose, in my mind, I expected them to be similar in every way but I was wrong.

Lily's sex was more prominent than Zoe's and she maintained a neat Mohican of dark hair which was further exaggerated by her lighter, all-over, tan.

Once again I felt detached from events and gave no mind to the possibility that we might be caught in flagrante I simply knew that I had to taste her. 

I leaned forward and brushed my tongue over the damp canopy inhaling through my nose as I made a first traverse. The covering was springy, but at the same time soft and silky, and I licked again and again with an almost feline intensity. 

"How is it?"

"She's good...really good."

I knew that this reference to me in the third person was demeaning but I felt an odd sense of pride at the off-hand remark. I licked a little more boldly and I suspected that I knew the reason why she did not wax. 

Her labia were well developed and I guessed that they would be obvious even if she were not excited. The growth that she maintained would make them less noticeable but I found them fascinating. 

I drew them between my lips, stretching them delicately, and then ran my tongue over the smooth inner surface tasting tiny beads of arousal. 

She brought her hands down to my face and I thought that she wanted me to stop but I suspect that she simply wanted to hide from Zoe what was going on. The shivering of her body told me that her labia were sensitive in relation to their thickness and it was tempting to tease her all the way to a climax by this means alone but there was something else I wanted to know.

I worked my way upwards, following the natural line, towards her clitoris, which was cloaked with a correspondingly thick hood. I began to lick with the very tip of my tongue at the deep hidden pearl within and her reaction was immediate.

"Oh God yes! Just there!"

She became very still, not wanting to spoil my concentration, as I happily continued to probe. I wondered if her clitoris could be completely revealed but it mattered not. The tiny opening was sufficiently sensitive. 

I kept my tongue in place, barely moving it, but it was enough to ramp up her excitement. With my mouth open I was panting hot air across her sex which came back to me laden with an ever stronger smell signaling her final steps to the summit. 

Her orgasm, when it came, took me by surprise. Her body was frozen still and it was almost as if she were denying herself but, in fact, her whole pleasure was centred on that single link between my tongue and her clitoris and from that point it seemed to flow through her in slow motion. 

It lasted an age as it found its way to her extremities and then her whole body stretched, her arms, legs, fingers and, I guess, even her toes. She was like a ballerina held in a pose which would collapse was I to remove my tongue. 

At the finish her body jolted twice as she fought a losing battle to hold herself at the peak and then, reluctantly, she fell back from me totally spent. 

For a moment or two there was silence as Lily caught her breath but then they looked at one another and simply laughed. 

This was too much for me. I crawled out from under the table and excused myself before dashing to the ladies room. I found an empty stall and simply sat down and cried. It started with a single tear but over the next few minutes it developed into wrenching, uncontrolled, sobs.

My upset was compounded of so many things, not least my most recent embarrassment, but what made it worse was the realization that I was extremely aroused. I was almost tempted to bring myself off right there but, for a moment or two, my old self reasserted herself. I determined to go back and face up to Zoe and Lily; they had had their fun and now I would insist on having mine. 

My resolve began to weaken even as I re-applied my make up but I girded myself and went back out into the club. On approaching the booth I could see that they were no longer there. I had been a while in the ladies room but I could not believe that they had left without me and so I went to check out the bar.

The Club was almost empty, most of the after work crowd having drifted away, but there was one group of women holding court. They were all wearing variations on a business suit and I guessed bankers or lawyers. They were drinking champagne and two of them were moving tipsily on the dance floor to a techno track. 

I walked up to the bar to see if Zoe had closed her tab and. as I did so, one of the women approached me. The music was muted, pending the later arrival of the hard core clubbers, but she still had to speak quite loudly for me to hear. 

"I said your friends have left."

She leaned in close to say it, allowing me to catch a whiff of expensive perfume, and I realized that she was a little older than she first appeared. She had a beautiful face but her eyes were edged by faint laughter lines.

She must have seen read my dismay because she suddenly thrust a glass into my hand.

"Come and join us, just for one drink if you like."

I did not want to stay but it seemed rude to refuse a drink and, as it turned out, they were a lively group. It was difficult to talk but I learned that they were all finance professionals in town for a seminar and they all appeared fairly senior. 

The woman who offered me a drink was named Veronique and I was not surprised to learn that she was a expat Frenchwoman working for a London investment bank. She had just a little more chic than the others from the daring cut of her hair to the relative shortness of her skirt. I guessed maybe late thirties but a woman comfortable in her skin. 

She was just trying to ask another question when the DJ put on a track I recognized by Massive Attack. To my surprise Veronique took hold of my hand.

"I love this song."

I would not have thought it would be to her taste but she was insistent.

"Come and dance."

Her two colleagues were still swaying to the beat as Veronique dragged me on to the dance floor to join them.

The song had a slow, heavy, contrapuntal, rhythm which did not make it easy to dance to but Veronique was a natural. She had a good body and she knew how to move it. She picked up the bass line and moved her hips slowly in time whilst her arms and shoulders matched the off beat. 

I thought myself a reasonable dancer but I was second best to Veronique. There was something almost exotic about her and I imagined that she would have men eating out of the palm of her hand.

When the song was almost over the others egged her on and she responded by raising her skirt a little and lifting the hair from the nape of her neck. I was tempted to drift off the dance floor and leave it to her but she grabbed my hand once more and flashed me a smile which made my heart beat just a little faster. 

We danced for a few seconds with our hands joined but then, with whoops of applause, the song came to an end. I was feeling warm as we walked to the bar and Veronique mouthed the words to me.

"Freshen up?" 

I nodded and followed her to the ladies room. 

It was mercifully quiet after the noise of the club itself but it was also very bright. Veronique led the way into a separate white-walled area with three illuminated dressing-room mirrors where she dabbed her forehead with a paper towel and made some unnecessary repairs to her make-up.

I followed suite, cooled myself off, and then waited for her to finish. She touched up her lipstick and caught my eye in the mirror.

"A moment."

She closed her bag and I turned to leave but she touched me on the shoulder.

"We'll do it here. It's nicer no?"

I guessed that she wanted to talk but I was not prepared for what happened next. Without any further preamble she lifted her skirt right up and then sat down on the surface of the make-up table. I stood in a state of shock as I took in her long legs sheathed in black stockings with matching garter straps and a distinctly unbusinesslike pair of laced-edged, black silk, panties.

She touched her shoe to the low stall in front of the table.

"Come and make yourself comfortable."

Her implication was obvious but my mind was still reeling. I began to wonder if I was giving signals or if there was just simply something about me but, in the final analysis, her suggestion was outrageous; she was, after all, a complete stranger. 

She saw my uncertainty and smiled. 

"It aroused me...out there, with you...I'm so, so wet."

She pressed her fingers against her panties.

"Come on ma petite, come and feast on me..."

My jaw and tongue still ached from my earlier exertions but hers was a Siren's call; if there was such a thing as animal magnetism then Veronique was possessed of it. 

I hesitated and cast a look towards the door.

"Don't worry about the others, they'll respect our privacy."

She made it sound so calculated, almost preordained.

I suddenly felt very hot once more, slightly giddy, and resting on the stall seemed the natural thing to do but I could not account to myself for the fact that I sat facing her. 

She smiled down at me and then pulled her panties to one side to reveal her sex which was dressed with a neat covering of close cropped dark hair.

"Take them off for me."

I reached forwards, my hands trembling slightly, and carefully took hold at the waistband. She put her legs together and lifted herself just enough to allow me to peel them down her legs.

Once free she opened her legs again leaving me holding her panties uncertainly.

"Smell them. See how excited you make me."

Just a matter of days earlier I would have reacted disgustedly at such a suggestion but now I meekly brought them to my face and inhaled deeply.




Getting Down To Business



She had not lied. They were warm, damp, and rich with her essence; they seemed in some way to be imbued with her natural authority. Their softness offered a strange comfort and for a few seconds everything else was forgotten as I continued to breathe them in but Veronique was growing impatient.

"Don't keep me waiting..."

Almost reluctantly I put the panties carefully to one side and gave her my attention.

She was seated in such a way that one of the many spotlights, which gave the room its almost sterile appearance, was shining directly between her legs. 

My experience was limited but to me her sex was beautiful. Her mons was a smoothly curved, swollen hillock, from which her perfectly matched labia erupted to greet the light. They were deliciously wet and bulged at the apex hinting at the delights to be found within. 

I drew nearer and I could now see that the dark covering was flecked with one or two silver filaments which had me re-evaluating her age but it was of no consequence. I paused momentarily to fix the image in my memory and then I began to devour her.

I groaned as I opened my mouth wide and fixed myself to her before licking along the whole length of those wonderful lips.

My, my, we are eager aren't we."

Despite her outward composureher excitement was evident. As I pressed my tongue deeper I was greeted by a hot liquid rush as the dammed product of her arousal was released. 

Perhaps it was a reflection of her maturity but she was wonderfully wet especially in comparison with Zoe and Lily. As I continued to lick noisily I had to pause from time to time to swallow and clear my mouth but still she had more to give. 

Time stood still as I laboured lovingly but after some minutes she must have grown concerned about an interruption despite her own assurances. 

"Now, ma chérie"

She folded one leg and lifted her foot to rest on the surface of the table. At the same time she pressed two fingers to her pudenda just enough to allow her clitoris to swell into the open.

I needed no further encouragement. I placed a single butterfly kiss on the delicate bud and then began to lick her tenderly.

"Yes!....That's so good."

My nose told me that she was leaking afresh and the temptation to gather it up was strong but stronger still was the desire to take this woman to new heights. I concentrated on her clitoris reveling in her increasing urgency and secretly proud that I could make her lose control. 

Her body was shaking and her hand clenched my shoulder as she reached the point of no return. Her climax was inevitable but I did not pause. I continued to lick even as she surrendered to it driving her ever higher. She gritted her teeth to suppress a scream but that only seemed to fuel the intensity. It rolled on and on until she was physically incapable of more.

As her body slumped in surrender I licked the warm moisture from her mons and inner thighs and I sensed that she would have been happy for me to continue for hours but she reluctantly eased me away.

She cleaned herself up and, for a second time, she fixed her make-up whilst I did the best to repair the damage to my own face. I found the ensuing silence awkward but she seemed unfazed. 

I bent to retrieve her panties but as I handed them to her she smiled.

"Keep them, as a souvenir. I hope you will remember me as fondly as I will remember you."

I could not believe it. There was to be no exchange of numbers, no "see you next time" and certainly no hint that she would like to do for me what I had done for her. It was all too much and I had to ask.

"How did you know? About me?"

She smiled indulgently.

"I probably would have guessed but, as it was, your friends told us what you would do in exchange for just one dance."

I looked at her dumbfounded but at least I knew why she was so confident that we would not be disturbed. I began to panic, there was no way to leave the Club without confronting her colleagues with all the attendant embarrassment but Veronique took me by the hand.

"Come on my darling. Everyone wants to dance with you...."

Chapter 5

The following morning I had the phone in my hand ready to call in sick and it would not have been too far wide of the mark. My jaw ached horribly and my tongue felt twice its normal size. 

It took an effort of will but I put the phone back down again and got myself ready. In part it was because to absent myself would be admit my embarrassment but I had two ulterior motives for wanting to be in the office. 

The first was an idea that I had been fostering. 

It was irrational, but I was growing ever more resentful of my father. In some way I blamed him for putting me in a position where my recent aberrant behaviour was made manifest and then there was the shock of his possible relationship with Amanda.

I suppose that I could have resolved the matter once and for all by confronting one of them but I did not want to appear jealous of a relationship be it on a personal or a business level. 

So, for the first time since childhood, I began to consider a fall back position. I had always assumed that I would take over the business once my father deemed me competent enough and I had worked hard to gain his approval. Now, I began to see that those same skills could put me in a position to achieve in my own right and the prospect was growing ever more enticing. 

Once in the office I ignored everyone as best I could and I began to gather data which I surreptitiously e-mailed to my personal laptop. I was so engrossed that I was unaware of time passing and I was taken by surprise when Tara came up behind me.

"Don't you want to go and collect?"

The deal that I had completed, with the help of Zoe and Lily, clearly made me the weeks' best performer and I had won the "Barbie". This was my second reason for wanting to come in.

After all that I had been through the prospect of having someone tend to my needs, especially someone as skilled and willing as Christine, was almost too delicious to contemplate.

I was conscious of everyone's eyes on me as I closed down my workstation and left but I did not care. By the time I arrived at Amanda's office my panties were already damp.

I knocked and entered and my relief at finding Christine sitting at her desk in the outer office was almost palpable.

"Hi, a little birdie told me you had won."

As she spoke she turned round on her chair and I noticed that she was wearing a plain dress with a high hemline; normally she wore business suits which helped to counter her naturally youthful looks. 

"We can go through. Amanda's out."

I had discovered that Amanda was away from the office every Friday afternoon to attend the senior manager's weekly meeting but I did not knew for sure whether or not she knew what went on in her absence.

She got up and, offering me her hand, led me through to the inner sanctum but, now that the moment had arrived, I felt awkward. In spite of all my own recent experiences it was still hard to believe what this beautiful young woman was about to do 

She drew me towards the sofa and patted the seat encouraging me to sit down. As I did so she sat down next to me and reached forward to gently touch my cheek. For a second or two she said nothing and simply stroked the side of my face.

I could not meet her eyes and I found myself staring at the scooped neck of her dress where her modest breasts were partially revealed. 

"Do you like them? I don't think that they are as nice as yours."

I did not know how to reply. On the last occasion she had taken control and had quickly made clear exactly what was on offer. I was in no doubt that, once I understood, we had both got from it exactly what we wanted. 

This time she had introduced a familiarity of a different nature and I somehow suspected that this was not how it went with the others. I was still wrestling with this thought when she slowly leant towards me and touched her lips to mine. 

It was the softest kiss I had ever known and her mouth had a sweetness that could only be feminine. 

As absurd as it seemed that one kiss frightened me more than anything that had gone before. When down on my knees I was lost in a world of my own, serving some deep-seated physical desire, but I always believed that I could revert to my old self. If I surrendered to this new intimacy I somehow knew that there could be no going back. 

I tried to fight it but she had already widened her mouth just a little to allow the tip of her tongue to flit across my lips. I wanted to keep them tightly closed but she turned her head slightly and in so doing her lips gently prised mine apart.

After that I was lost. Her tongue eased its way inside my mouth seeking mine and within seconds I was returning her kiss with reckless abandon. 

I do not know long we stayed locked together, it seemed like an age. I did not want it to stop but, at the same time, my sex felt like it was on fire. 

She broke for a moment but kept her face close to mine. 

"I've been hearing things about you..."

I immediately felt alarmed but she smiled sweetly before taking my face in both hands. 

She kissed me again but this time it was different. She moved the tip of her tongue over my lips but rejected my overture when I opened my mouth to greet her. Instead, she licked with a slow lazy rhythm every now and then allowing her tongue to linger at the corner of my mouth.

The allusion was obvious and it was almost as though I could feel her mouth on my sex. I felt physically weak and felt sure that, if she continued, I was going to come. 

Without letting go of my face, or breaking the kiss, she slowly fell backwards drawing me with her until she was lying prone with me on top. I could feel the softness of her breasts crushed beneath my own and I had a sudden yearning to slip my hand inside her dress.

As if mirroring the thought her hand slipped down between us and I lifted myself slightly in expectation. It moved slowly and I held my breath as she drew nearer to my sex until I could feel her knuckles pressed into me.

Her hand was moving and I guessed that she was stimulating herself but that thought only added to my arousal. I relaxed my pelvis, gently trapping her fingers, and she immediately took her lips away from mine.

"Wait..."

In a single, lithe, movement she slid up from under me until her back was supported by the arm of the sofa. 

I was startled to see that she had somehow managed to unfasten all of the buttons at the front of her dress and she now peeled it apart. Whilst petite, her body was perfectly proportioned a detail made obvious by the fact that she wore no underwear. 

Her hand lingered at her breast drawing my eye to it and to a nipple of palest pink which rose as a shallow mound. The teat itself was inverted and I wondered, fleetingly, if it could be coaxed to erection. 

Her position left me lying between her legs with my face just inches from her coy sex with its light covering of silky blonde hair and I was confused as to just how our roles had suddenly become reversed. 

I was so desperate to take advantage of her wonderful oral skills but it was obvious that she now had her own expectations.

"Do it for me...show me what you've learnt."

It was hard for me to refuse but at least I knew that I would get my reward afterwards. She lifted a knee, opening herself just a little, and I saw that she had a tiny tattoo on her inner thigh. It was a curlicue design and as I dipped between her legs I saw that it spelt out the single word "Bitch".

Her sex was delicate, in keeping with her small frame, and, giving in to temptation, I opened my mouth wide and ate her whole. She gasped as I assaulted her with my tongue and then touched me on the top of the head.

"Take it slow. I like to be licked."

I felt guilty knowing that my actions, in part, were designed to bring her to a climax as soon as possible so that my own needs could be tended to. Suitably chastened, I backed off and began to lick tenderly at her labia which stood out pinkly against the background of her pale colouring. 

"That's more like it. Just the tip of your tongue..."

I did as she asked and found myself waiting for another instruction but she seemed content and it was some minutes later before she broke the silence once more. 

"Just a little deeper now...but not all the way in."

I firmed my tongue and licked a little more positively but I somehow knew that I was not yet allowed to seek out her clitoris. Again she let me labour for a long time and I felt as if I were a pupil being taught a lesson.

"I'm ready now. I want to feel you inside."

Matching actions to her words I slowly pushed my tongue inwards. I expected her to be tight but she welcomed me with ease.

"Don't thrust. Just let your tongue swell."

I did as she asked, taking a perverse pride in my new found skills, but a dull ache reminded me of my recent exertions. 

She matched her contractions to the pulsing of my tongue and her juices began to flow, slowly at first but then more freely. 

"Taste me...I want to hear you."

I closed my mouth around her and the silence of the room was broken by a hushed slurping as I began to gently suck at her through matted hair. The taste was not as ripe as it had been with the others but that only encouraged me to work harder for more.

Her hand stroked my head encouragingly but she was still unhurried and somewhere up above me I imagined that she was smiling. 

"Open me..."

For the first time her voice sounded just a little less controlled. I brought my fingers to her sex and applied just enough pressure to reveal her deep lying clitoris. It was a neat tight bud which had an unexpected firmness and, as I started to lick it, I had a strong urge to push my hand into my own panties but I managed to restrain myself with the thought that my patience would soon be rewarded.

She began to breathe deeply but if I thought that she was going to come quickly I was mistaken. I licked rhythmically in a tight circle focusing all my attention on her clitoris but each time I thought that I had tripped the switch she somehow managed to hold herself back.

It almost became a battle of wills but I knew that my tongue was tiring fast. I was tempted to switch my attention back to her labia, which were wet against my chin, but I sensed a subtle change. 

I kept my tongue still for a second or two and I could feel the tiny pulse beneath it beating ever quicker. The pause caused her to press against my head a little more firmly.

"Don't stop..."

I knew then that I had won. I began to move my tongue once more but deliberately kept it slow only gradually increasing the tempo. This time she made no attempt to hold back. She allowed her body free rein to surrender to the pace that I was dictating until it seemed that I was flicking with impossible speed. 

Her pent up arousal exploded spectacularly.

"Oh shit!"

She pushed her hips at my face and her body was rocked by violent, uncontrolled, tremors which threatened to bruise my mouth. Fortunately it was as quick as it was wild and her body, finally sated, collapsed limply on the sofa.

Without thought, I licked gently at the whole of her sex swallowing the residue of her messy climax. I was still caught up in a warm dreamlike mood when the emotive silence was shattered by the ringing of a telephone. 

"Ignore it!"

I realized that I had said it a little harshly but Christine was already extricating herself from my embrace. She walked to the desk, pulling her dress around herself as she went, and picked up the phone. The exchange was brief, almost monosyllabic, and she looked up at the wall clock before putting the phone down again.

"You've got to go. Amanda's meeting has been cancelled. She's on the way back."

I looked at her distraught.

"There must be somewhere else we can go."

"I've got to get cleaned up and be ready for her when she gets back."

She touched my cheek and spoke as if I were a child.

"Win again next week, I'll make it up to you."

I left the office almost in tears and, not for the first time recently, I found myself in the ladies room trying to regain some composure.

When I got back to the office I got the usual looks but I could not rid myself of the thought that they all knew what had transpired. 

For the rest of that afternoon I worked like a demon e-mailing more data to my laptop.

At close of business the others invited me out for a drink but I excused myself and headed off home. 

Once indoors I set the deadbolt; if Amanda wanted access she was damn well going to have to ring the doorbell like anybody else. 

That weekend I worked almost non stop cross checking my findings and then during the next couple of days at work I discreetly made enquires of design studios and production companies. By Wednesday I was set.

The hardest part was to get an interview. I could have invoked my father's name, which would have undoubtedly opened doors, but I wanted this to be my own mission. I had rehearsed what I was going to say but I was nervous as hell when it came to making the call especially as I used my mother's maiden name. 

To my astonishment they wanted to see me the next day. Tara was not best pleased with me taking a days leave at such short notice but she reluctantly agreed. 

I anguished over what to wear and finally opted for my two piece navy suit which struck a nice balance between formal and social wear. The skirt was perhaps just a shade too short but I was not above influencing any men that might be on the panel. 

I arrived at the offices of 'ManTrap' in good time and I was led to a conference room to set up. At eleven o'clock precisely three people walked into the room. I recognized the company MD immediately. Beth Callaghan was a brash American who had been put in place by ManTrap's US parent after her success in launching a similar venture at home. The other two were introduced as Donald Phelps and Geoff Lund, respectively the advertising manger and in-house designer.

I made a nervous start but, armed with my carefully prepared power-point presentation I soon got into my stride and found myself really warming to the subject. 

ManTrap was the offshoot of a US clothing conglomerate set up sell high end ladies lingerie. With my slides I drew the obvious comparison with Victoria's Secret and Agent Provocateur showing their sales versus advertising spend. This was nothing new to them given that they were the obvious rivals in the market place.

I then introduced them to the concept of advertising "dead air". These were the slots on digital TV available in the early hours of the morning. They were notoriously difficult to sell and were usually the preserve of ring tone advertisers, phone escorts and low end finance companies. I knew that, in some instances, TV companies ran repeat adverts for nothing simply to fill slots.

I then hit them with my big idea. I told them that, with the right strategy, they could persuade TV companies to pay them to advertise and I was pleased to see that I had their immediate attention.

They needed to run a couple of ads at peak time which would be tasteful but just a touch risqué. This would target their main demographic of 25-35's. The second strand of the campaign would be the late night ads which would feature ManTrap's skimpier range and were intended to be more raunchy.

The crux of the idea was that, not only would the late night ads appeal to their second, younger demographic, coming in from pubs and clubs but also to many of the main demographic who would be lured by the appeal of the prime time ads.

It had to be said that these would be mainly males but that would be manna from heaven to the TV companies. If they could demonstrate that sort of catchment in the early hours other advertisers would want to get on board. 




Getting Down to Business



Chapter 1

My name is Jason and this was the night. A raging animal had been awakened inside me and would forever change my life. You've seen movies where the quiet guy just snaps and does all the stuff you wish you could do, right? Well, this isn't a movie and I was never a quiet guy. 

Tonight, I finally figured out what I wanted and how to get it. My heart was pounding. Sweat dripped from my brow down to the concrete floor beneath me. The loud music of the club echoed in my ears. My eyes were red with pain but the intense look on my face didn't need words to describe what I was about to do. Enough was enough!

My childhood was very humble. My mother was a runaway and got pregnant before she could drive. We moved around a lot and I never knew if we were going to be in the same place next month or tomorrow. When you have a life like that you don't tend to have many things. It's just more stuff to pack up and try to escape with. 

Much of my childhood may have seemed wrong but it wasn't totally messed up. I learned to read at an early age and we often did puzzles to pass the time. Things were worded to me such that college was never an option but simply another step to a better life. "When you go to college..." never "if", you can learn whatever you want and have all the things you ever wanted.

My success as a Vice President of Marketing with one of the most prominent companies in the world was paved by those puzzles I did as a child. I could see patterns and directions when others only saw a mess. Climbing the ladder is more than just being able to do a job though. I had to market myself as well. There is certain finesse in rubbing elbows with those who can make a difference. Ask any politician and they will tell you the same. I had charm and money. Getting women was never hard. 

My current girlfriend, Stephanie, is the walking definition of sexy. Her silky brunette hair drops just passed her shoulders. I get hypnotized when my eyes travel from the floor up her long, sleek, dancer's legs to her firm ass. Her years of performing on-stage with the hopes of one day being on Broadway had served her figure well. Her D cup breasts didn't seem that big in proportion to her height at 5'10", which may have hindered those casting calls. 

I met her while I was at a corporate party when my department had successfully campaigned one of our subsidiary companies to its most profitable year ever. She had been one of the models in our ads. I had some problems with the dry cleaning company getting my tux. They had sent it to the wrong branch on the other side of town which resulted in me being extremely late. I had to give a small speech and if I wasn't there in time, someone else would have the spotlight. 

When I finally arrived, albeit under some duress, all thoughts of annoyance quickly evaporated the moment I saw Stephanie. She was impossible to miss. Through the crowd of men that surrounded her, I could see her dress matched her bright red lipstick perfectly. Her lips were full and luscious. Her teeth sparked as she smiled and laughed at the bad jokes from our CEO. I made my way to him to apologize for my tardiness and hoped I hadn't missed my presentation of our launch. 

While shaking his hand, my eyes diverted to see the plunging top of her dress seeming to struggle in keeping her breasts from bursting out. Floating just above them was a simple diamond pendant held in place by the thinnest of platinum necklaces. The dress parted mid-thigh on each leg and carried down to her ankle. It truly fit her body as perfectly as her own flesh. Her shoes were shimmering silver, echoing the necklace that adorned her. The 3" heel nearly brought her to eye level with me. 

"I hope I haven't missed anything, Bob, "I said to my boss.

Noticing my gaze, "It doesn't look like you miss anything. Allow me to introduce Stephanie. She was kind enough to listen to stories of my glory days. Stephanie, this is Jason. He's the mastermind behind the direction of the ads you're in."

I took Stephanie's hand and kissed it. "It is a true pleasure to meet you."

She blushed as my lips touched her soft skin.

"I hope to talk with you more in a few minutes but now, if you'll excuse me, I have to tell everyone that with beauty like yours in our ads that we will be enjoy another year of tremendous success." 

Again, she blushed and smiled coyly as I walked to the podium. Her eyes never left me the rest of the night. We started seeing each other regularly after that. She had a small house in the suburbs that provided a nice escape from the busy city life for me on the weekends. She would come to my condo downtown several times during the week to spend more time together. 

I was always a gentleman to her. The first time we made love I had brought her up to my condo after dinner. I had set up the whole place with dozens of candles and had a trusted neighbor come over and light them after I texted her. Stephanie was surprised but very welcoming. She moved into my arms and we shared a passionate kiss. I pulled her towards the bedroom as I pulled her loose fitting top over her head. I spun her around and laid her on the bed. My kisses glided down her neck and around her collar bone. I massaged her breasts through her lacy, see-through bra. My tongue slid across the tender flesh of her chest. 

My hot breath steamed its way between her enormous breasts. Her fingers combed through the dark brown locks of my hair as I pressed my lips against her cream white skin. I undid the clasp on the front of her bra, freeing her massive mounds. Her nipples were jutting out like eraser tips from her light pink areoles. I teased my tongue around each of them slowly. My delicate touch caressed her like the air itself. Her breath was shortened with excitement when I took her tit into my mouth. I could sense that her hair was on end in anticipation.

I slid down her sexy body, kneeling at the side of the bed. After I pulled off her shoes, I reached up to the zipper on the side of her skirt. Pulling her skirt from her hips down her incredible thighs, I was greeted with and incredibly sexy sight. She was wearing thigh-stockings that matched the rest of her underwear. The blood was pumping into my crotch as I saw what was happening. The miniscule thong barely covered her most delicate parts. I moved in and kissed the tiny bit of cloth that covered her. Her aroma was strong with desire.

My thumbs slid under the strings of her panties. Stephanie raised her hips off the bed as she let me pull them from her, exposing a shaven slit. A small tuft of hair sat atop her perfect pussy. Craving my cock inside her, she pulled me up to her and hurriedly pulled my shirt over my head. Before I could even react to that, she had opened my belt and ripped my pants down. She feasted on my cock like she had been missing part of her life. She pumped viciously up and down my shaft, taking my 8" deep into her throat. 

She must have sensed that I was about to burst because she stopped her expert blowjob and pushed me back on the bed. Hurriedly, she pulled my pants off completely and tossed them across the room. Before they hit the floor, Stephanie had positioned herself above me and teased her wet flower with the tip of my engorged cock. Without another thought, she dropped down and impaled herself on me. She rocked back and forth, feeling me deep within her. It didn't take her long before her orgasm began squeezing my cock and sent me over the edge with her. Afterwards, she collapsed on top of me and stayed there the rest of the night. 

Our life together seemed simple and perfect to me. We spent a lot of time on the couch cuddled up while watching tv or just listening to the radio. It wasn't adventurous. It wasn't exciting. It was calm and complete, or so I thought.

The company I worked for required annual physicals for its VP's. With that, we had a full gym at our disposal and my colleagues and I typically got our workout in after work before we went home. I was never really into sports in high school but had a pretty good frame. I enjoyed the exercise and it really did help relieve a lot of stress. Brian and Josh are a couple of guys my age who work in accounting. Somehow, we all kind of became friends and started working out together. 

Brian was married but didn't really seem to talk about his wife much. Josh was a divorced father of two and never lacked stories of how his ex-wife was nothing but a gold-digging slut. He also always seemed to have his eyes open to every woman in the office. We listened to his boyish fantasies of what he would do if he were ever given the chance with this girl or that. My guess is that he tried to cheat on his ex first. She probably caught him and effectively returned the favor and then left him.Any attempts he made on a woman were silenced. 

Then, of course, we got to hear how this company only seemed to hire lesbians. The biggest lesbian in the organization had to be Natalie. She was another one of those perfect fantasy women. It is almost cliché to describe her. She always has her blonde hair pulled up and I don't think I've ever seen her without her wire-framed glasses. She dresses in executive styled pencil skirts that hug her hips as if they were vacuum sealed to her. She typically walks around the office wearing a button up blouse with the top two buttons undone, giving all a view of her beautiful cleavage. She had to be at least a full C if not a D cup. Looking at Natalie reminds me of some of those cheesy porn movies where a woman is really hot but pretending to be a nerd. In Josh's mind, any woman who was flaunting like that is a slut trying to get attention. No matter what approach he or anyone for that matter seemed to take, nobody got anywhere with her. 

Natalie would often pass by my office door, but never seemed to have a reason to actually stop. Before I had met Stephanie, I can admit to many fantasies of this vivacious woman in the office. It was usually something like this:

There was a light knock on the door. Natalie poked her head in before I could answer. 

"Mr. Williams? Hi I'm Natalie from HR," she said as she entered and closed the door. "I've been watching you for years now and have always wanted to talk to you. I always walk passed your door in hopes that you'd one day ask me to stop and come in."

"I'm flattered, Natalie. I kind of keep to myself unless I'm in a social gathering though, so I'm sorry if you thought I was being snobbish. I'm open to just about anything, so what would you like to talk about?"

"Frankly, I think you're the sexiest man here. The batteries on my pocket vibrator have to get changed every couple of weeks because I use it constantly. I daydream about just sucking your cock right here in your office and then letting you have your way with me on the desk. God, I'm dripping just thinking about it now!"

Playing it suave, I pushed away from my desk, pulled down my zipper and said, "Now is a chance to do more than just daydream."

Without hesitation, she fell to her knees and pulled my thick dick from the confines of my slacks as I undid the buttons on my pants and let them fall to the floor. Her thin lips wrapped around my member with pure delight. She used her hand to stroke me since she couldn't take my length all the way in. She did try though, gagging a little as I bottomed out in the back of her throat. I do love a good blowjob and this chic was no stranger to cock sucking. 

I pulled her back and stood up. Moving around, I bent her over my desk and lifted her skirt. I half expected to see some plain white panties but was entranced when I discovered she had none at all. Her pussy was glistening with the moisture of her lustful desire. Without wasting a second, 

I plunged every inch of my manhood up to the hilt in her. She almost screamed in pleasure but caught herself and muffled her own sounds. I don't think it mattered. Anyone walking by would recognize the sounds of flesh smacking flesh as I pounded against her gorgeous ass. I fucked her ferociously.

My guttural moans told her I was about to cum. She pulled away and dropped to her knees once again. With her mouth enveloped around the head of my dick, I sent the first spurt of hot, gooey cum down her throat. She stayed right in place until she had sucked every drop from me and swallowed it all. 

Natalie was the true fantasy girl. She would always be just that, an unattainable fantasy.  

My puzzle solving skills started reading a change in Stephanie. She was becoming less and less excited about coming over. When she did, she stirred constantly. I knew something was wrong but she wouldn't come out with it. I was talking about it one day in the gym with the guys.

"Sounds like she's getting her action somewhere else buddy," said Josh. "She likes the money and the things you buy her but she just really needs a good fucking!"

"Listen, just because that's what happened with you doesn't mean every woman is like that", I denied.

"Hey, take away all the extra junk we pile into our lives and we are all still primal animals," Brian chimed in. 

I was kind of taken back by his statement. Brian is always so reserved and uptight. I would never imagine him talking about animalistic urges. 

He continued by saying "Despite all of the progressive movement we have made as people, a woman still likes a little caveman in her. They want a man who not only provides for and protects her, but they want someone who takes control."

"Yeah," Josh replied, "you have to satisfy her in the sack or she's gonna find someone who will. Let's face it, you're not exactly what comes to mind when a woman describes the kind of guy she wants to see on a calendar."

"Hey! Hey! Hey! Watch it!" I said. "Stephanie has never complained about our sex life. As a matter of fact, she's always eager to have me inside of her. It's never a quick thing and is always special. And don't forget, Josh, my 285 max bench is 50lbs above yours. So I'm no chump physically either."

"They're right," came a feminine voice from the side. 

I hardly recognized Natalie without her glasses. Her hair was pulled back in a pony tail. The grey jogging suit she wore was damp with sweat from an obvious hard workout. There's no telling how many times she's been here and I haven't noticed her.

"Just because a woman isn't complaining about sex with you doesn't mean she isn't thinking about it with someone else. I'm sorry to listen in on your conversation, but loudmouth there makes it hard not to overhear," she said while gesturing to Josh. "From a woman's perspective she probably does like you, maybe even love you, but she needs to break up the routine. Treating a woman respectfully is good, but remind her that you're a man."

"Just how am I supposed to do that? I've never had a problem with women so why would I want to change?"

She looked to my two friends and then returned back to me. "This isn't where we need to have this conversation. What are you doing when you leave here?"

"I was just going to grab some dinner and go over my research on our new launch."

"Perfect! Meet me at Cody's. Do you know the place?"

"The little place on Bauer," I answered.

"That's the one. Meet me in 30 minutes."

Just as quickly as she appeared, she was gone.

"See, you're not taking control," said Josh, finally breaking the silent stupor. 

He was right. I was beside myself at what had just happened. A woman that I had some of the most lurid fantasies about had just asked me to dinner to talk about my girlfriend problems. I just shook my head and told the guys maybe I needed a woman's opinion on this. I showered off, gathered my things and headed out into the downpour that started during my shower. I sent Stephanie a text message while I was in the cab and to check on her. She said she was fine and that she and her sister were going out. I told her to be careful in the weather and that I looked forward to seeing her this weekend. 

I tipped the cabbie for the ride and dashed through the rain into the restaurant. Natalie was already there and flagged me from the table she was sitting at. The waitress took my order sauntered off.

"So, tell me about your girl. What kind of life did her parents give her? Does she have a big family?"

"Listen, I don't mean to be rude, but I don't even know you. I don't know the first thing about you and for me to tell you all about Stephanie would be pretty petty of me. What kind of guy would I be if I told random strangers all about my life with my girlfriend when things weren't great? I would be opening the door to cheating and I'm a better man than that. I know you're not into guys..."

"You know?!?! You really don't know shit. I know all the rumors about me but it's pretty simple. I have no interest in any of those guys who try to hit on me at work. Those guys are all amateurs and have no clue in how to engage a woman with an IQ higher than their own. They see me as a challenge to their manhood and have to mark their territory. I can assure you that if I ever accepted any of their punk offers that none of them would match up."

I could tell that I had pushed the wrong button on her.

She went on to say "I have a degree in psychology and that's why I work in the HR department. I look at the behaviors in people and can see the flags that may be warning signs to a lot of things. I can tell people who are sexual harassment candidates. I recognize when something might be going on that will affect an employee's efficiency at work. That's why I walk around all the time. I'm making observations or trying to make changes to better serve the company as a whole."

"Natalie, I didn't mean to insult you. You're absolutely right. Let's get to know each other a little and then we'll talk more about this."

We made small talk over dinner and I grew more comfortable in conversation. She picked out a few people at work to talk about just to give some insight into her understanding of others that I knew. I was impressed with how well she seemed to know everyone just from watching how they worked or how they interacted with one another. Then, she picked out a couple of people around the restaurant and started describing their body language. She really had a passion for what she did. Maybe she could help me. Do I really need help?

"Jason, let me start by saying this: You're very handsome, intelligent, and charming. You have a great body and an extremely well paying job. I know you have no problem talking with women or getting them in bed. But answer me this, what's to keep them there?"

"You cut right to the chase don't you? Well, sexually my size is pretty endowed and my endurance has never been a factor. I put the woman on a pedestal and worship her body in pleasing her. I'm very sensitive to her every move. A relationship is about more than just sex though. I don't fight with anyone that I date. It's pointless. We should each learn what the other wants and try to give that. What gets so frustrating is when I'm trying to figure it out and not getting any response. How am I supposed to know when we can't even talk about what's going on?"

"Women are all different, so it's hard to answer specifically. She probably has told you in a subtle way and you missed it. It was very obvious to her, but when you didn't give her the answer she was looking for she took it that you didn't care and it wasn't important enough to pursue. Has she asked you for anything over the last few months that you didn't give her?"

"No. I take good care of her. She said she had some problems with her drain in the kitchen so I called a plumber out for her a few months ago. In the summer, she needed some new steps for her deck in the back yard and I got a carpenter to come make her some. You know, two weeks ago she said her car was acting funny. I took it to a mechanic and he couldn't find anything wrong at all!"




Getting Down to Business



"You don't see do you? In all of those things, she was looking for you to do something. She may have needed something done to her pipes, but not the ones in her kitchen. How hard would it have been to have picked up some nails and a hammer and start banging away on some wood for her? I'm sure the image of that would have opened her imagination to you banging away on her. What woman doesn't fantasize about her man doing 'manly' things?"

I sat silently. Her words were echoing in my head as I thought of all the things along the way that I missed. 

"Has she been spending time with anyone else frequently? Someone like an old roommate or sister?"

This woman was too good. 

"She has been spending time with her younger sister lately. She just got divorced last month and has needed the support. Having another guy around would only make it worse I think, so I let them keep to themselves for 'girl time'. Stephanie is a very caring woman and always seems to lift up those around her."

"Your confidence blinds you, Jason. They are lifting up each other and having a great time without you. It's my opinion that if she hasn't found someone else then she will soon unless you can figure it out. I've got to go. It's getting late and my boyfriend said he had a surprise waiting for me when I get home."

What a sour note to end this dinner on. Every dream of mine crushed. My girlfriend was truly unhappy with me. My office fantasy had a boyfriend. My friends had figured out that I was more pathetic than they were. Life wasn't as perfect as I thought.

The trip to my condo was consumed with silence. Should I even bother packing my bags for the weekend at Stephanie's? I decided to go on with it. I can't break routine. I don't like change. If she wanted the change she would just have to ask for it. 

As I drifted off to sleep, I thought about Natalie and her boyfriend. She surprised me that night. I bet she was very adventurous with her lover. What kind of surprise did he have waiting for her, I wondered. 

The way she talked about a man taking control of things, her man must be one hell of a guy. She would come in the door to him. We'll call him Jack. In her excitement, she'd ask where her surprise was. Standing in his boxers and tank top undershirt, his answer was short.

"In the bedroom, but before you go in you need to put this blindfold on." 

Then he would point her in the direction of the room and tell her to walk. Carefully, with arms outstretched, Natalie made her way to the door. The smell of her lavender candles filled her nostrils as she stepped into the warm room. 

"Stop," he commanded. "Take off your blouse. Slowly. Tease me with it. Make me want you."

Natalie complied to the letter. Each button seemed to take longer to open than the last. As she extended her arms back to let the blouse fall, Jack stepped in and locked her arms in place with one of his own muscular arms. His words were hot as he now whispered in her ear.

"Tonight, I have a special surprise for you but you're not going to get it just yet. No, no. Since you were late, I can just assume you really didn't want it. Do you want it? Do you want your surprise?"

"Yes. May I please have my surprise?"

"I think I'm going to make you work for it a little first."

"Yes sir," Natalie meekly replied. "I'll do whatever you want me to."

"I know you will. You always do," the words floated into her imagination as he traced his free hand down her neck and over her shoulder. He didn't slow down and plunged his large hand into her bra. He bit down at the base of her neck as he did so. She tried to move as the pleasurable pain coursed through her body but he hadn't loosened his grip on her arms. His lips left her and moved down her back. With admirable skill, Jack unclasped her bra with his teeth and a quick flick of his tongue. 

"Now, finish taking off your clothes," while he moved around in front of her and sat on the bed. 

Obediently, she let the blouse and bra fall to the floor. Her gorgeous tits were free for him to view. Natalie then unhooked her skirt, letting it fall with the blouse. That was quickly followed by her slip. Jack just watched as his little sex slave submitted happily to him. She reached for her stockings.

"Leave those on," commanded Jack.

He had removed what little clothes he had on and thrown them aside. 

"Now, be a good little girl and fill your mouth with my cock."

His head tilted back as Natalie began to slurp on his massive member. 

"I said FILL your mouth!" and he took a handful of hair and forced his length into her. She struggled to breathe for a second as she opened her throat to accommodate this porn star dick. 

Natalie gasped he pulled her head off of him.

"There! That's more like it," said a satisfied master.

"Yes sir, I'm sorry I didn't get it the way you liked it the first time sir," and she resumed deep throating him. 

After a few minutes, Jack resumed his commanding voice.

"That's enough for now. Stand up and bring those big tits to my face."

Still blindfolded, Natalie arose and stepped forward to have her tits mauled by this man's mouth. He pulled on one nipple as he sucked the other. Each time he pulled his head back to switch breasts, he would slap the one he was leaving as if it were being bad. Juices dripped down her thighs, dampening her silk stocking. 

Jack stood up and kissed Natalie forcibly. His hands cupped her ass and squeezed tightly as he picked her up and threw her on the bed. 

"Get on all fours and come suck my cock again."

She immediately followed his order and scurried to the edge of the bed where his voice was. Jack teased her, moving his dick around as her open mouth fished for it. She reached for him and felt a sharp sting on her ass from his hand.

"I said on all fours, slut! Did I say you could use your hands, slut?"

"No sir. I'm sorry sir"

SMACK. Another painful sting on her ass.

"I also told you to suck my cock. You're not sucking my cock, slut!"

"I'm sorry sir. I'm trying."

"TRYING! YOU'RE TRYING! IS MY COCK NOT BIG ENOUGH FOR YOU, SLUT? MAYBE I SHOULD JUST COME AND FILL THAT LITTLE ASSHOLE OF YOURS WITH MY COCK AND REMIND YOU HOW BIG IT IS!"

"Your cock is very big sir. I want to suck your big cock."

"It's too late for that now, little miss."

Jack knelt behind her on the bed and moved his massive hard-on to Natalie's dripping cunt. He eased the thick prick into her slowly. Inch by inch, her treasure box took him in. To her, he felt like he had bottomed out in her chest. 

"Your dick is so big, sir. I love the way it stretches my pussy out."

Jack began to work his way back and forth inside of her, letting her feel every bit of his hard flesh opening her up. 

"I know you do, kitten. That's why I think I'm ready to give you your surprise now."

"Oh thank you, thank you sir," Natalie exclaimed. 

"Natalie, do you remember when I asked what your greatest fantasy was? And how ashamed you were to answer because you were afraid I'd feel insecure?"

"Yes," she moaned as his cock continued to cram her cunt full.

"Do you still think I would feel insecure?"

"No," she barely got out as she could feel her orgasm building.

Her head was lifted by another hand. A second shaft was now tracing down her cheek and to her lips. 

"Dear, sweet Natalie. Meet my friend, Steve. Honey, go ahead and suck Steve's dick like a good girl."

Steve's dick wasn't quite as big as Jack's, but was still impressive nonetheless. She slid her tongue down Steve's manhood and back up again. 

She parted her lips and took his girth in. 

"Honey, Steve has been stroking his cock while he watched you suck me. Why don't you show him how much that turns you on?"

The thought of someone masturbating to her really got Natalie going. She began to bob up and down on the thick dick in her mouth while the one behind her continued its steady pace inside her pussy. Steve bent over and started fondling her tits while Jack placed his thumb on her puckered opening. All of these sensations proved to be too much and Natalie exploded with the most powerful orgasm of her life. 

As her quaking quim quivered along Jack's huge dick, he couldn't withhold himself any longer. His eruption was oozing out of her as he continued to thrust inside of her. 

"Please Steve, cum in my mouth. I want to taste you. Cum in my mouth now, Steve," Natalie begged.

With a loud grunt, Steve shot stream after stream of hot semen into her throat. As he began to soften, Natalie pulled him from her mouth and thanked the both of them for her surprise.

I woke from that dream as hard as steel the next morning. I didn't feel very well rested either. After showering, I gathered my bags and jumped in my convertible and headed to Stephanie's. The sun was shining and today was going to be a better day. 

To be continued in chapter 2. As always, I appreciate your votes and any comments or feedback you have for me.