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Greg & Kelly Ch. 01

By: someoneyouknow



The day began the same way it had for the last two years. Get in by 7:30, log onto the computer, see how many pieces of email were waiting to be read and deleting the vast majority because they were minor issues that could wait. That was Greg's life. Single, on the short side of 30 and continuing to work his way up the corporate ladder, his job was to monitor the company's internal network and make sure everything was running smoothly. Issues that arose were parceled out to others who would visit the person's desk and fix whatever was broken.

However, every so often Greg was forced to leave his desk and personally attend to a matter. These incidents were almost always ones which involved someone higher up the chain of command who wanted an instant resolution to a minor problem.

Today seemed to be one of those days. Cynthia Simons, the manager of the field office, had sent him a message marked urgent late last night but which he was only now reading. Apparently she had even less of a life than he did. He at least turned off his pager when work ended though if absolutely necessary he could be reached on his cell phone.

Great. Way to make an impression, Greg thought. He quickly scanned the message and knew instantly what the problem was and how to correct it.  At least he could make up for not answering the call last night by making a lightning fast correction.

Waiting for the elevator to arrive, Greg pondered his situation. Not his job. He knew that despite this oversight, his position was secure. No, his mind wandered to his social life. Or lack thereof. It wasn't that he wasn't attractive, almost weekly a woman would seemingly flirt with him when he was at a store or running around. Nor was he the proverbial IT worker. In fact, he seemed to be the opposite of what people consider someone working in the computer field to be. He was articulate, didn't have the 'desk gut' that so many others had and he got along with everyone.

However, Greg wasn't much of a party animal. He didn't like nightclubs since they invariably had a cover charge just to get into the place. He hated having to pay for the privilege to get into a place just to pay for overpriced drinks. Throw in the awful music and the pretentious people prancing about, especially the women who he tagged as gold-diggers the moment he saw them, and he didn't want anything to do with those places.

Because of this self-imposed exile from the party scene, combined with his long hours at work, the opportunity to meet someone of the opposite sex was limited to grocery stores, shopping malls, bookstores and the few other places where people might go.

Ding! The elevator sounded, breaking him from his thoughts and returning him to the reality at hand. The reality being he was to appear before the one person he didn't really want to talk to this early in the morning.

Up he went seven floors. As the doors opened he saw the receptionist's desk come into view. Off to the side, staring into her monitor, was Kelly, Cynthia's assistant. Following the same routine he always did on those rare occasions he visited this floor, he stopped at the desk and waited for his arrival to be noticed.

Kelly turned in her seat, after taking her time to read whatever was on the screen, and looked at Greg leaning on the counter. As soon as she saw him, her eyes brightened and a wide smile crossed her face.

"Hi Greg, what's up?" she asked in an almost too perky voice for this time of the morning.

"I had a message that Cynthia had a problem that needed to be corrected. So here I am."

"Oh. I didn't know she had a problem. She didn't tell me anything," Kelly replied. "While you're here though, could you check out my system. I'm not sure, but I think there's something wrong with it."

'While you're here. . .' Those dreaded words that every worker in the computer industry hates to hear. It's almost like being a doctor and having everyone who finds out what you do wanting medical advice.

Greg was no stranger to this phenomenon. After all, to almost everyone around he was a god among mortals when it came to computers. No problem seemed to exist which he couldn't solve.

Looking at Kelly sitting there, Greg did a quick scan of the owners young assisant, as he always did on those rare occasions when he saw her. White shirt, top three buttons open, the crease between her breasts just visible and a black skirt which rested just above her knees. Her nails were conservatively long and without any coating while her brilliant blonde hair was neatly laid down her back. Top it off with a cute smile, bright blue eyes and one had the quintessential office assistant. How could he resist?

"Sure, not a problem. Let me find out what your boss wants and when I'm done, I'll stop by," Greg finally answered.

"Thanks. I appreciate it," Kelly said, cocking her head slightly to one side and giving him another smile. Turning in her seat, Kelly picked up the phone and pressed a button. Greg waited while his presence was announced.

"Go ahead, Cynthia will see you."

"Okie," Greg said with a friendly smile and off he went, to see what awaited him behind the wooden.

Opening the door, Greg stepped into the oversized office, his feet falling upon the edge of the rug which occupied this part of the room.

"Greg, come on in," he heard from his right. He saw Cynthia looking at him from behind her desk, a pile of papers in front of her. He crossed the room and stopped just in front of her desk.

Doing the quick scan again, Greg had gotten very adept at sizing up a woman within two seconds, he surveyed the scene. Several years older then him, Cynthia was wearing what appeared to be a business uniform that was remarkably simlar to her assistants. A white blouse, possibly silk, open in the front, the lace edge of her white bra just barely visible along one side, and a black skirt though how long he couldn't tell from this position. Her slightly-wavey brunette hair, highlighted by the early morning sunlight coming through the window off to the right, just kissed the collar of her blouse.

"Sorry about not answering your message from last night," Greg began. "I didn't think to check my email at home."

"Oh, don't worry about it," Cynthia said. "I figured it out on my own and forgot to send you a follow-up message telling you to ignore my first message. I'm the one who should be apologizing."

"Oh," Greg replied, not sure what else to say.

"However," Cynthia continued, "would you check the connection under my desk? I seem to be having intermittent connection issues."

"Sure thing," said Greg as he made his way around the desk. As he turned the corner, he saw that Cynthia's skirt was a bit shorter than Kelly's, judging by where it fell on her thighs. He also saw how long her legs were. Or were they? Maybe the length of the skirt was playing an optical illusion on him. He rarely saw Cynthia in the building and the few times he remembered doing so he thought she had been wearing slacks.

Cynthia pushed her chair back and to the side, the wheels effortlessly rolling on the protected wood suface of the floor. She didn't move completely out of the way but enough that Greg could fit under the desk without difficulty.

Greg laid on his side and examined the data jack. It looked like the connection was loose, probably from being kicked one too many times.

As he turned his head to speak to Cynthia from under the desk, his eyes fell upon the legs of his superior. She was situated in her chair such that she was almost parallel with the desk, thus giving Greg a perfect side view. His eyes roamed up and down, admiring the graceful curves of the crossed legs and the smooth, tanned skin. He was almost mesmerized by the way her legs disappeared into her skirt. For a moment his thoughts were not on the job at hand but his professionalism snapped his thoughts back to reality.

"I know what the problem is," he finally said. Getting up from the under the desk, he took another quick glance at those luscious female devices before continuing.

"I need to get some tools and replace the jack. It looks a bit loose. Have you been kicking it with your feet?"

Cynthia looked up at him, the papers she had been reading sitting in her lap.

"I might have. I know that when I'm concentrating on a problem I'm constantly moving my feet around under there."

Greg had a mental image of her legs being crossed and uncrossed, again and again. How he would love to be under the desk when she did that.

"Ok," he answered. "I can fix it, but I'd ask you to be careful from now on. Cables and connectors aren't known for being able to take rough treatment."

"I'll do my best to remember that," Cynthia replied, the beginning of a smile appearing on her mouth, her crossed leg bouncing lightly.

Without another word, Greg left the room and went to get what he needed. He grabbed his toolkit and another jack plate and went back to get things working again. This time he didn't bother to stop at Kelly's desk and went right into the room.

When he entered he saw that Cynthia was still sitting off to the side of the desk only this time, she was leaning back in the chair, her legs up and resting on the desktop. As he got closer, he got another good look at her legs, his heart picking up a few beats at their sight. He saw how long they truly were, tucked between her black heels and her skirt.

Her skirt... As he came up alongside the desk he saw that her skirt was riding much higher on top of her thigh than before and that it had a slit up the side, exposing even more of her leg. He swore that if she leaned back a little bit more the slit would expose her hip.

Again his professionalism intruded and without missing a beat, he crawled back under the desk. Taking out the tools he needed, he deftly removed the damaged data jack. Checking the wiring, he reconnected a loose wire and slipped on the new cover. As he turned to extricate himself, his eyes saw something else. With Cynthia in her reclining position, he could see the underside of her legs. And that wasn't all. For the brief moment he looked, he swore he saw all the way up her skirt to the region where men only dared to look.

Averting his gaze, he backed out of the space and stood up.

"Are you alright?" Cynthia asked, looking up from the papers in her hands, her exposed legs a mere foot or so from him. How he wanted to reach out and run his hand over them, to touch her sensuous skin, to. . .

"Yeah, I'm ok," Greg stammered. "Why?"

"You look a little flushed. Stand up too quick?"

"Eh, maybe," Greg said as nonchalantly as he could. "It'll pass. Just an occupational hazard, is all." He gave her a forced smile in an effort to downplay his current state of overactive imagination.

"You should be as good as new. Let me do a quick check to be sure." Greg bent over and worked his fingers over the keyboard, issuing commands which would check the connection status of Cynthia's computer on the network.

As he did, his peripheral vision caught the movement of her legs being taken down from their position and he felt her move beside him to watch what he was doing, her hands and arms resting on the desktop. Her elbow was almost touching his arm as his fingers flew about in a seemingly disjointed yet somehow organized manner. He smelled her perfume, a floral scent with a hint of spice, and he took what he hoped was a not noticeable deep inhale.

"Okay, you're good to go," he said as he stood up. "I've checked your settings and your response time should be better."

Cynthia leaned back in her chair, giving him a bit of breathing room. "Thanks Greg, I appreciate it. I'll try to be more careful from now on and not kick the connection."

"Occupational hazard, right?" Greg joked.

"I guess," she replied, locking her eyes on his, holding that gaze for a time that seemed to be longer than normal.

Picking up his equipment, Greg left her office and as he stopped at the elevator, cursed under his breath.

"Kelly, you still need my help?" he asked over his shoulder, remembering what he had said earlier.

Looking up from her desk, Kelly's blue eyes seemed especially bright at this moment. All he could do was stare and wait for her answer.

"Would you mind?" Kelly asked in an almost pleading manner. "I know you don't normally do this kind of stuff but I'd like it if you would take a look."

As if he had a choice. Greg walked behind the desk and stood beside Kelly. Like her boss, he saw that Kelly was also wearing a pair of black heels.

"So what's up?" he asked as he put down his tools.

"I'm not sure. My system momentarily freezes at times."

Greg pondered for a moment.

"Could you sit back a bit?" he asked. "I need to get under and look at something."

Kelly obliged him by rolling her chair back and her along with it. Greg once again climbed under a desk and looked at the position of the pc on the floor. He saw that it was pushed as close to the desk panel as it could be, only the cords preventing it from being flush with the panel. He pulled the pc away to give it some breathing room and blew on the backside of the machine to clear away some of the accumulated dust.

As he positioned himself to get up from under the desk, his eyes fell upon Kelly's legs a short distance away. In a similar manner to his first encounter with Cynthia, he saw Kelly's legs in profile. He saw how the tips of her shoes touched the floor while the heels were raised up on the roller of the chair. He also noticed that unlike her boss, Kelly was wearing stockings in a shade which almost perfectly matched her barely tanned skin, giving the appearance that her legs were exceptionally smooth and flawless.

His gaze worked its way up her legs to where they met her skirt. It appeared that half her thigh was exposed and he stared for a moment, imagining what she would look like in a shorter skirt.

"I think I found your problem," Greg said as he got up. "Don't push your pc so far back. You're cutting off the airflow which is overheating the system and causing your lockups."

"Oh," Kelly said, surprised at the quick response and apparently not noticing him staring at her legs just moments before.

"If anything else happens, give me a call," Greg said as he made his way to the elevator. "You have my number."

"Yes I do," he heard Kelly say as he stepped into the elevator and pressed the button for his floor.

Weeks went by without anything remotely interesting happening at work. The usual problems were resolved quickly and the network did its thing without much interference from Greg. He spent his time catching up on documentation and organizing the seemingly unending piles of CDs and floppy disks lying about.

"Intruder alert! Intruder alert!"

Greg looked up from his reading when he heard his customized email notification message. Seeing that it was from Cynthia, he immediately opened the message. Unlike the last time, she didn't need his help. What she did need was his presence at an upcoming get-together that one of the vice presidents of the company was having.

Him? Invited to a party? A real party, not some drunkfest trying to pass as a party? There must be some mistake. His name must have been inadvertently added to the list.

Tapping back a reply message, he queried if he really was invited or if this was some mistake. Within seconds he received his answer: no mistake. He was to come to the party next Saturday.

Now he was confused. Why would he be invited to a party where, he presumed, the majority of people attending would be the upper echelon of the company? What did he have in common with them other than they worked for the same company?

Since he had over a week to get ready, he didn't dwell on the questions flying about his head. Taking up his former position, he buried his thoughts in the thrill-a-minute book in front of him: What You Think You Know About Networks Isn't Enough.

The time between the message and the actual event came and went. On the appointed day Greg was up early, not able to stay in bed like he normally did on a Saturday morning. All those questions that he had last week had returned and he was anxious to get ready.

He had decided to wear something conservative yet casual. In other words, pretty much what he wore to work every day. His attire consisted of khakis with an olive-colored, polo-type shirt and brown, casual shoes.

He arrived at the address just before ten and saw that it was a large house, set back from the main road with a wide drive leading up to it. There were small signs posted at regular intervals along the edge of the drive indicating where people were to park. He diligently followed them around the side of the building and parked his car in the roped off area set aside as a parking lot.

Getting out of his car, he took a quick look to see how many people were already in attendance. Seeing a few small groups of people gathered near and under some tents, he made his way over. The bright sun beating down on this early summer day felt good on his skin. The smell of cut grass still hung in the air though he didn't notice any clippings on the ground.

As he approached the tents, he spied Kelly off to the side talking to what Greg considered to be a handsome man. The man's shirt clung to his large biceps and stretched across his chest. His face had those features that Greg considered annoying: rugged and strong. In other words, someone else he'd have to compete against in life.

"Greg!" he heard his name called out.

He recognized the voice first and then saw that Kelly was waving him over. He had been so intent on sizing up the guy he had tunnel vision. Changing direction, he joined up with the two.

"Nice to see you here Greg," Kelly cheerfully greeted him. She extended her hand which he took and gave a short but firm shake.

"This is Carl. He's from the home office."

"Hi Carl. I'm Greg, as you no doubt already know." Greg extended his hand in a polite gesture.

Carl took Greg's hand and almost swallowed it in his grip. Carl was obviously one of those guys who worked out every day and liked showing off at every opportunity.

"Hello Greg. Kelly had mentioned you earlier. So you're the computer whiz at her office?"

"Well, I wouldn't call myself a whiz," Greg replied. "I just like doing what I do."

"Glad to hear that. We could use more people like you. Without our network, we'd be sunk."

No kidding, dipshit, Greg thought to himself. Why did people always state the obvious?

"Well, I have some butt kissing to do," Carl quickly said before Greg could reply. "One would think that working fifty hour weeks would be enough for these people but apparently not. You two take it easy. Kelly, hope to see you around later today." Carl gave Greg another handshake as well as Kelly and made his way to a nearby group of people.

"Am I glad to see you," Kelly said in a hushed tone as Carl walked away. "He's a nice guy and all but he's not my type and he wasn't taking my hints."

"Hints?" Greg asked.

"You know, like looking elsewhere, shifting my weight from foot to foot. Those hints. He wouldn't leave."

"Well, considering that dress, and who's wearing it, I wouldn't want to leave either," Greg blurted out. Did he really just say that?

Kelly seemed to blush and looked down at the drink in her hand. This gave Greg an opportunity for his quick scan. When he had first seen her all he saw was that she was wearing a white, strapless dress which reminded him of a cocktail dress since it fell to mid-calf. The dress was comfortably snug up top, her breasts pushed up slightly from below, but flared out below the waist allowing it to swing free. Up close he saw that there was a faint floral pattern to the dress and she had a small string of pearls around her neck.

"Thank you," Kelly quietly said as she raised her head. Her sparkling blue eyes looked into his for a moment before turning away.


Greg & Kelly Ch. 01



"So what is this party all about?" Greg quickly asked, changing the subject.

"Oh the usual stuff," Kelly replied, scanning the crowds. "People with too much money showing off."

"Wish I had that problem," Greg joked. He stood there, somewhat unsure what to do with his hands since he didn't have a drink. He decided to put one hand in a pocket and let the other hang free.

"Would you like a drink?" Kelly asked. Her voice back to its perky self.

"Sure. Anything good?"

"Let's go see." Without even being asked, Kelly placed her right hand inside the crook of Greg's left arm and led him to the bar. Deciding that prudence was the word of the day, Greg got a glass of ice water while Kelly got a refill on her glass of champagne.

"A lightweight, huh?" Kelly teased.

Greg chuckled before answering. "Sort of, though I've always been told it's bad form to get drunk at a party where your superiors are attending."

"Oh, don't worry about that," Kelly told him. "Come tomorrow, most of these people won't even remember they were here."

Still holding his arm, Kelly guided Greg to several different groups of people, introducing him like it was the most natural thing. Greg didn't protest and rather liked having her at his side.

After making the rounds, the two nibbled on the various food items spread out on several tables, making sure not to miss the table dedicated solely to desserts. Greg, following Kelly's earlier comment, had picked up a Long Island Iced Tea.

Just after the noon hour, Kelly suggested they go inside for a while. Guiding him to the back door, Greg held the door open and waited while she entered first then followed close behind. They were in what looked to be a mud room with the door into the house standing open. He didn't know where she was going but trailed behind like a puppy into what was essentially a hallway. If nothing else, it gave him time to check her out from behind.

Sure, he had seen her around at work but since they worked on vastly different floors those occasions weren't often. Besides, twisting his head to gawk at a coworker wasn't very professional. He contented himself with those quick, furtive glances as she passed him coming and going.

Now, he watched as her hips undulated beneath her dress, the fabric moving rhythmically with each step. Her blonde hair, which fell to below her shoulders and held in place with a clip, swayed to and fro with each step. Her sandals made soft clicks on the tile floor, reminding him of a ticking clock.

She stopped in front of a wooden door and without hesitation, opened it. She stepped into the room and Greg heard her footsteps disappearing as she walked further into the room. He followed and saw that the room was a library. Every wall, except one, had a bookshelf and all were crammed with books. The one wall which didn't have a bookshelf had instead two large windows in front of which sat a large desk.

Greg looked around for a moment at the sheer size of the room, it was twice as big as his living room, before seeing that Kelly was stopping in front of a couch situated parallel to the far wall but further towards the center of the room.

"Why don't we sit down for a while," she said as she turned to face him. As Greg took a few steps towards her, he watched as Kelly held her dress as she began to sit down and in so doing seemed to hold it a bit higher than Greg thought she had to. When she sat down, the light material of the dress captured some air underneath it and for a brief moment Greg caught a glimpse of Kelly's legs before her falling dress cut off his view.

Greg took a position next to her and no sooner was he settled in than Kelly turned to face him, kicking off her shoes and drawing her legs up onto the couch. She adjusted her dress so most of it bunched up between her knees and waist, her shapely calves exposed, her delicate toes pointed away from him.

He felt his pulse rising and hoped he wasn't blushing. He didn't want to read too much into things but when an attractive woman was this close to him, there wasn't much he could do about what came naturally.

"So tell me," Kelly said, just before she took another sip of her champagne, her right arm resting on the couch back supporting her head, "how did you get into your job?"

Taking a moment to gather his thoughts and get another drink from his tea, Greg replied, "I just sort of fell into it. I had a degree in computer science and while I worked various places to earn a living, I didn't feel as if I was contributing anything."

He saw that her eyes were glued to his every word. The barest hint of a smile was on her face as the fingers of her right hand played with the end of her golden tresses.

"So I put my name out there and got some nibbles but nothing that really motivated me."

"So how did you end up here?" Kelly pried, taking another drink of her champagne. As she did, Greg watched her chest swell, her breasts pushed forward, hidden from his view only by the top of her dress.

Averting his eyes so she didn't think he was staring, he took a quick glance around the room before continuing.

"It's one of those stories where I was in the right place at the right time. I was at the bookstore browsing through the computer section and not paying attention. I bumped into a guy as I went to sit down in the aisle."

"You sat down in the aisle to read a book? In a bookstore?" Kelly jokingly asked.

"Yeah, I'm one of those. I get so engrossed that I sometimes forget where I'm at and make myself comfortable." Greg chuckled at his own foible.

"So what happened?" Kelly prodded him.

"Well, it turned out the guy was a recruiter and when he saw me reading my book he struck up a conversation and from that, got me my job."

Greg took another drink. He felt Kelly shift her weight and noticed that she had moved closer to him. The hem of her dress was now higher on her thigh than before, his hand mere inches from the creamy skin of her leg. He felt himself getting aroused and desperately tried to suppress his feelings.

"Well, I just want to say I know Cynthia appreciates everything you do for us. As Carl said earlier, without our network, we'd be sunk. But we're not and we have you to thank for that."

Kelly's voice seemed so sweet at this close distance. Greg adjusted his body so he mirrored her, his left arm mimicking her right. Not just because he wanted to be face to face but also in an effort to get into a more comfortable position to let his dick have room to retreat. However, the two acts were incompatible with one another.

Now facing her and at a close distance to her heavenly body, his pulse continued to rise. He could feel his arousal growing and did his best to shift his body to try and conceal it.

As if to torment him even more, Kelly adjusted herself again, drawing even closer to him, her exposed knee touching his knee, her dress seemingly even higher up her thigh. He had noticed the perfume she was wearing when they first met but at this distance it overwhelmed him. Not that she had too much on but rather his own sense of smell was honing in on that scent, drawing it into him with every breath.

Taking a long pull, he emptied his drink, the clink of the ice cubes against the glass sounding deafening in the large room. He looked around for a place to put the glass down and sensing this, Kelly took it from his grasp and placed it on the floor next to her shoes. She finished the remaining champagne in her glass and placed it next to his on the floor.

"So. . ." Kelly said in that gentle voice of hers. She rested her head in the palm of her right hand and with her left hand laid just the tip of her fingers on his knee. Her eyes looked down for just a moment before they returned to lock onto his gaze.

Between the several drinks he had, the warmth of the room and his body's reaction to her presence, his heart was racing, practically pounding inside him. Greg took long, slow breaths in a vain attempt to calm himself but nature was taking its course.

"I saw you looking at my legs when you came up that time," Kelly cooed. The tips of the nails on her fingers now traced small circles on his knee. Her touch was igniting sensations in him that he hadn't felt in a long time.

"Um, yeah. Sorry about that," Greg stammered, trying to concentrate on his words rather than her fingers... Or legs... Or breasts... Or body.

"I don't mind. I thought it was kinda cute how you tried to act so calm and in control. Like you didn't want me to know." Kelly now rested the palm of her hand on Greg's knee while her fingers rhythmically drew her nails lightly across the material of his pants.

"Well, it was one of those things," Greg replied, his voice on the verge of cracking. "I went to get up and there they were. Can't blame a guy for looking. They are nice after all." How could he possibly be saying these things? There must have been something in that drink.

"You think I have nice legs?" Kelly asked, knowing full well the answer to her question. With those words, she removed her hand from his leg and taking the hem of her dress, pulled the material back to expose practically all of her leg to the hip.

Greg couldn't help himself and simply stared. That wonderful leg, so close to him. He wanted to reach out and run his hands up her thigh, to feel her skin, to feel her.

"There you two are."

Startled, Greg looked up at the voice while Kelly quickly adjusted her dress to cover her leg, not looking back to see who was there. In the doorway was Cynthia holding a drink of her own.

Greg saw that similar to Kelly, Cynthia was also wearing a white dress though he could tell from this distance that it did not have a pattern on it. He also noticed that it hugged her body and fell only to her knees, its halter top exposing her toned arms while the short length and white color set off her legs.

Kelly lloked up and her eyes followed Cynthia as she made her way to the couch, all the while Cynthia staring back at her. Taking up a position behind Greg, Cynthia let her shoes fall to the floor, their impact making dull thuds. Greg felt her adjust herself and a quick look over his shoulder showed that she was sitting the same way Kelly was, legs drawn under her, dress hiked up her legs.

"What a shindig, huh?" Cynthia asked before taking another sip of her drink, her eyes still locked on Kelly.

"Yeah, it's nice," Greg replied.

"Nice? You might want to reconsider there, fella," Cynthia playfully shot back. "So what were you two doing?" she asked.

"Just talking," Kelly answered in a calm, controlled voice.

"I see. Anything in particular?" Her eyes watched Kelly, trying to pick up on what she was hiding.

"No, just chatting," Kelly responded, her voice quiet, almost sterile, a far cry from the sexual overtones of a few moments ago.

"You don't say much, do you Greg?"

Not wanting to sound like an idiot, Greg picked up the conversation.

"You two seemed to be doing fine without me. I'm just an observer."

"Just an observer? Is that what you do, observe, Greg?" Cynthia's voice indicated there was more to the question than simply a yes or no answer.

"Excuse me?" he inquired.

"Kelly tells me she caught you looking at her legs a few weeks ago when you came to my office."

Horrified at that admission, Greg shot a look at Kelly who sat there, her head lowered, her eyes not looking at him.

"Uh, as I told her, it was one of those things." Greg's mind wasn't keeping pace with events. Confusion, bordering on panic, pumped adrenaline into his system.

"That's alright Greg," Cynthia said. He felt her lean closer to him, her face almost next to his.

"She does have nice legs, doesn't she?" Cynthia all but whispered in his ear. Her warm breath raised the hairs on his neck, urging his body into a higher state of arousal.

"Yes. Yes she does," Greg stammered. He looked at Kelly when he said this, wondering why she wasn't looking at him.

Greg's breaths were becoming more ragged, his excitement growing. He had given up trying to suppress his arousal but stayed in his position, hemmed in between two female bodies.

"Would you like to see my legs, Greg?" Cynthia emphasized his name as if to leave no doubt what she intended.

"Uhhh, that's not necessary," Greg somehow got out of his mouth.

Up until a few moments ago, Greg's mind was torn between questions and raging hormones. Now, with this last question, he finally figured out what these two women wanted. Being a guy it took him a while but once figured out, he liked where things were going.

"I could arrange for you to see more of her legs," Cynthia continued. "And whatever else you might want to see." Feeling her move, he saw out of the corner of his eye her drink being placed on the floor. She then snaked her right arm between his arm and body, gently pulling him into her. He felt her breasts meet his back, their soft outlines a warm and inviting feeling.

"Go on Kelly, show Greg your legs," Cynthia instructed.

Greg looked down and watched as Kelly's dress was once again pulled up her leg. He watched as it rose higher than it had been before the interruption, nearly the entire length of her leg now on display.

Not waiting for any more prodding, he reached out and gently laid his hand on her thigh. The warmth of her leg mingled with the heat of his hand, her smooth skin a wonderful sensation. He slowly ran his hand up and down her exposed thigh, letting his fingers trail off down her calf.

Kelly's eyes were closed while he did this. She didn't move until his fingers touched her calf when she twitched, her toes curling tightly for a moment.

"Sorry," Greg apologized, balling up his hand while taking it away. "Didn't mean to tickle you." He felt Cynthia's hand move down to the waist of his pants, the tips of her fingers finding their way inside.

"It's ok," Kelly replied in a soft voice and looking deep into his eyes, "you didn't know. But your hand felt wonderful on my leg." Glancing at Cynthia, she took his hand and laid it back on her thigh, forcing it open so his fingers were under the hem of her dress at its highest point. She moved her hand up his arm and then drug her nails back down, leaving faint pink trails in his forearm.

Just as he was about to move his hand higher up Kelly's leg and further under her dress, he felt Cynthia's mouth on his ear lobe. He closed his eyes and felt as she first kissed it then her tongue tickled it followed by a gentle nibble. Continuing downward, she gave light kisses on his neck, stopping once or twice to give another nibble, hopefully not leaving a mark.

Her hand meanwhile had worked its way further into his pants. How, he wasn't sure because between the belt he was wearing and his position, he didn't think there was any room to get a hand down there. But she did and her fingers were doing wonderful things to his aroused manhood.

He paused what he was doing and felt Cynthia's fingers run up and down his now fully erect shaft, separated only by the thin fabric of his underwear. Her hand had moved under his shirt and her thumb moved over his swollen head which was partically exposed, his precum providing a little lubrication which made her touch even more powerful.

"Don't stop," Kelly quietly said, reminding him of what he had started to do.

Opening his eyes, he saw that she was looking over his shoulder at Cynthia, her eyes filled with trepidation though her hand was now resting on his which was still on her thigh. She pulled gently, guiding him further up her leg, her dress bunching even more the higher his hand went. He continued to look into her eyes, almost wanting assurance that what he was doing was ok.

He couldn't see them but his fingers felt when they came into contact with her panties. Her hand continued drawing his hand ever higher while her dress concealed what he felt.

"Do you like this Greg?" Cynthia whispered in his ear, her breath excruciatingly warm.

"Yes," Greg replied, almost in a trance. He swallowed hard, his throat threatening to close on him.

"Would you like to continue?" She gave his ear lobe another, harder, nibble, holding onto his flesh before letting it snap back into place.

"Yes," he automatically replied.

"Good," she replied and in one swift motion, removed her hand from his pants and produced a card which she held in front of his face. In this awkward position, sandwiched between two sexually charged women, his hand all the way up ones dress while the other just had her hand down his pants, he wasn't in a position to ask where the card came from.

He focused his vision so he could see that the card had an address on it. He wasn't familiar with the street and looked back at Cynthia with a questioning look on his face.

"My place," she said, giving him the answer he was looking for. "Be there tonight at eight. Kelly will be there as well. Won't you Kelly?"

He looked back at Kelly whose face was frozen in a blank stare at Cynthia's words. Her hand had stopped running up and down his arm, his hand immobilized right at the point he had left off.

"Um," Greg said as he pulled his hand back a few inches, "isn't there some policy against fraternizing with employees?"

Cynthia let out a hearty laugh at his question.

"Always the professional, aren't you Greg?" Cynthia finally said, giving him another peck on the neck. "Don't you just love that about him?" she asked, looking at Kelly, resting her chin on his shoulder for a moment, waiting for the response.

"Yes Cynthia," Kelly replied.

"Well then," Cynthia said after a moment, "I'll let you two have some time alone." She gave Kelly another look before putting on her shoes, picking up her drink and leaving the room, not completely closing the door.

Greg felt Kelly's hand trembling on his arm and saw that her face had lost its color.

"You ok?" he asked.

"I'm fine," Kelly hesitantly replied. "I just got light-headed for a moment."

Smiling to assuage Greg's concern, Kelly laid her left hand over his right hand and pulled him towards her. His hand quickly found its former position when he felt her use her thumb to push apart his thumb while at the same time rotating his hand to a more horizontal position, allowing his thumb to find its way deeper between her legs.

He realized what she was doing and without further prodding, moved his hand down another inch or two until he felt her wetness on his thumb. With gentle pressure he moved his thumb back and forth across her spot, sometimes moving in small circles, other times grazing the fabric enough so she could feel the pressure.

Kelly closed her eyes and adjusted her seated position by raising her left leg just enough to allow Greg more room for his hand to move down. His fingers rested on the edge of her panties and before he knew it, his hand had found its way inside. He felt her small furry mound and ran his fingers through it, excited by the satiny feel.

He watched her expression change as his hand moved about. He liked how she clenched her teeth and inhaled slightly when his thumb strayed a bit south. He smiled at her, hoping he didn't look like a fool in so doing.

With his hand where it was, his thumb found its way to her wetness, slipping easily between her swollen, wet folds. He ran his finger up and down her slit, her bodily lubrication allowing him to glide effortlessly. Daringly, he curled his thumb and inserted it until his first knuckle was inside her.

Kelly drew a sharp intake of air at his touch, letting him know she was enjoying his work. She opened her legs wider and grabbed his shirt with her right hand, pulling him closer, her left hand finding its way to his head. She found his mouth with hers, their tongues dancing the dance of lovers, the fingers of her hand running through his hair. She grabbed his hair, not allowing him to move, the scent of her perfume mixing with their own bodies.




Greg & Kelly Ch. 01



"Ohhhhh," Kelly moaned quietly into his mouth as Gregs thumb rubbed her inner walls. He pushed in deeper until his whole finger was inside her.

"Please," she whimpered, disengaging from his embrace and leaning her forehead on his, "don't stop." She bit her lower lip as Greg continued moving his finger inside her, her pussy aching at his touch. He watched as her chest heaved with every breath, her top having come down a bit, exposing more of her cleavage than had previously been visible. Her pearl necklace rose and fell on her neck with every breath while her body moved back and forth in rhythm to his activity between her legs.

His finger rubbed her walls and moved in circles, eliciting more moans of delight from that delicious mouth. He applied more pressure, trying to dive as deep into her as could. Her pussy was hot and wet, his finger sucked in by her muscles.

While Greg wanted to continue what he was doing, he enjoyed watching the changing emotions on her face, his hand was becoming cramped in its position. He decided the only way to extricate himself was to hurry things along. With a little experimentation and more hand twisting he found he could rest the inside of his finger, where the joint met his hand, on her clitoris while the rest of his finger stayed inside her.

"Oh yes," Kelly exhaled, "like that!" Her hips moved back and forth in time with his fingers movements. She spread her legs even further, her left leg all but standing upright on the couch, giving Greg all the room he needed.

"Faster, Greg. Harder" she cried. She leaned her head on his shoulder, her hand balling his shirt sleeve even tighter, her breaths coming in ragged gasps. Greg circled his left arm behind her, cradling her. He felt her apply more pressure to his finger in an effort to increase her pleasure.

"Uhhhhh," she growled and threw her head back, grunts and moans of pleasure rolling from her upturned throat, her hips bucking back and forth, the crook of his finger hitting her pubic bone. He watched, and listened, in rapt fascination as she experienced her orgasm.

They stayed like this, how long he didn't know, but Gregs hand was almost asleep when she all but collapsed onto him. Only the fact that he was leaning forward saved them from falling onto the couch, her atop him.

He held her in his arm, listening as she gulped air, her head resting once again on his shoulder. He layed a kiss on her head then rested his forehead on her head. Without making too much fuss, he withdrew his hand and began flexing it, trying to bring back the circulation which had been cut off.

Greg held Kelly like this, not saying a word, until she pulled back from him. She had lowered her left leg and now pulled down her dress to cover most, but not all, of her legs. She looked into his eyes, her own eyes awash in the afterglow, before giving him a kiss on the cheek.

"Thank you," she whispered, her voice a little hoarse.

"Not a problem," Greg replied, a silly grin on his face.

"See you tonight at eight?" she asked.

"Of course. I wouldn't miss it."

With that, she gave him a long, soft kiss on the lips before standing up. Putting her shoes back on, she picked up their glasses and left the room, nudging the almost closed door open with her foot.

Greg sat there, alone, Kelly's scent heavy in the air. His dick was still erect but at least he had tonight to look forward to.



Greg & Kelly Ch. 02



Greg sat there, holding the card Cynthia had given him. Leaning his head back on the couch, he closed his eyes, any number of questions running through his thoughts. He stayed in that position for a while, letting himself relax before he got up and left the house. Checking his watch on the way to his car, he saw that it was just about two. Six hours until he was to appear at Cynthia's house. No one stopped him from leaving which was just as well. He didn't want to be late for the nights' adventure and having to talk to someone he didn't know about nothing in particular was an easy way to lose track of time.

Arriving home, he removed his clothes, the scent of both Kelly and Cynthia still on them, and slipped into a pair of shorts and a t-shirt. He whiled away the next few hours doing busy work. Anything to keep his mind off the day's events.

Just before six-thirty he went and took a shower. He wanted to be spotlessly clean for Kelly though he was unsure what Cynthia had in mind for the three of them other than the obvious.

He soaped himself up and closed his eyes as the warm streams of water rinsed off his body. As he relaxed, his imagination took over, his thoughts turning once again to the upcoming event. He thought about Kelly's body, how soft and supple it must be, how firm her breasts were and her slender, elegant legs wrapped around him. Unconsciously, or maybe consciously, his hand found his erect member and he began to masturbate. Turning his back to the shower so the water ran down his back, he imagined what she would let him do to her.

He imagined holding her nude body next to his, her delightful orbs of womanhood flattening as they embraced, each searching for the other. He imagined her nails clawing at his back as he entered her, taking her with abandon. He listened to her moans and squeals, urging him on.

That was as far as he got. Between the stimulation of the day and his overactive imagination, he let loose his stream into the rivulets of water running into the drain. He continued yanking himself until he was empty, his pulse elevated but not racing. While he felt better, it hadn't been that satisfying. He wanted the real thing.

After drying off, he checked himself in the mirror and saw that he should probably clean up his five o'clock shadow. No point in defiling Kelly's skin with his stubble. Taking care of a few things first, he got the skin of his face baby smooth, checking and rechecking to be sure there were no rough spots.

Now the decision came as to what to wear. He decided that something comfortable would be the order of the day and selected dark blue pants and a white shirt. Looking at the clock he saw it was quarter after seven and he knew from checking the location of the address online it would take him about a half hour to get to Cynthia's place.

The ride over was uneventful. He had practically memorized the route having gone over it so many times in his head. He arrived at the location with five minutes to spare but checked the card against the number on the curb to be sure he had the right house. He pulled into the driveway, a little unsure as there were no other cars visible and only two lights on in the windows of the house.

Getting out of his car, he looked over the house, mentally comparing it to his own and the one he had been in earlier that day. A two-story, it and the ones in the development looked to be more recent additions to the urban landscape though the trees and shrubs would soon make it appear that the house had been in existence for some time.

Making his way to the front door, he pushed the doorbell and heard the distinct 'ding dong' of the bell emanating from inside. He waited, growing just a bit nervous that maybe he was the butt of a practical joke. His mind was put at rest within moments as he heard the lock being undone. As the door opened, he saw a subdued orange light spilling from inside and backlighting an image of untold beauty.

Standing in front of him, wearing a pale champagne-colored robe that fell high on her thigh, was Kelly. She looked angelic standing there, the light wrapping itself around her, her hair falling behind her shoulders.

Greg, as so many times before, said nothing. His eyes were as big as saucers as they roamed over her body, his pulse quickening at her sight.

"Would you like to come in or would you prefer to stay outside all night?" Kelly asked, her voice reinforcing her heavenly appearance.

Without being asked twice, Greg stepped over the threshold and into the house proper. Kelly moved aside to allow him room to enter, her eyes watching him watch her, smiling at his reaction. She closed the door and relocked it before turning to face him, her hands behind her, her back leaning on the door.

With the light now falling directly on her, Greg was able to take a longer look at her. Longer than he would in any normal situation. He saw how her hair glistened, almost matching the color of her robe. Her small mouth was complemented by naturally pink lips while her skin was enhanced by the orange glow of the lights.

He also noticed that what he previously thought were folds of the robe were in reality the mounds of her breasts hidden beneath the satiny material. He watched as her chest rose and fell with each breath, the robe parting just enough each time to allow him to see the cleft between her breasts.

Seeing that they would be standing there all night if she didn't do anything, Kelly reached out with her hand, which Greg took without thinking, and took him into the living room. As they walked, him one step behind her, he looked to see how short her robe was but could only tell that it must be barely covering what he hoped was an exquisite ass.

Entering the living room, Greg now saw where the light was coming from and why he hadn't seen anything from outside. The bay window had thick curtains covering it preventing any light from inside being seen. The light itself was coming from two lamps and several large candles spread out in the room. A rug covered a portion of the room while the underlying wooden floor shone with a high gloss.

Kelly guided him towards the sofa. On the coffee table before it were two glasses of white wine and the remainder of the bottle in an ice bucket. Greg took his seat dead center in the cushions of the couch and watched as Kelly leaned over to pick up the two glasses. Taking advantage of the situation, he watched intently as the back of her robe rose higher and higher, high enough to see the crease where her legs met her ass but nothing more.

Kelly handed Greg his glass and gingerly lowered herself onto the cushion next to him, swinging her legs up and onto his lap, her back resting on the pillow. Greg looked down at those objects of desire he had run his hands over earlier in the day, remembering the taut smoothness they had. He looked at her dainty toes and how perfectly formed and manicured they were.

Laying his free hand on her far leg, all the feelings and emotions he had felt earlier in the day came flooding back. His fingers roamed over her leg, the skin unbelievably soft and smooth. He played with her toes, enjoying that he found another ticklish spot on her when he ran his finger across the bottom of her foot. Back and forth his hand went, as far as his arm could reach, over her knee and exploring all that he could touch.

Greg took a long drink of the wine, his heart rate increasing with every touch of his hand on her leg. He only thought women like this existed in books or movies but he was experiencing something that most men could only dream about.

Kelly had not said a word since she invited him but merely watched him, taking a sip now and then of her own drink. She liked the touch he had, not too rough, not groping like most men would have done. She watched his expression, a look of concentration on his face.

Bending her right leg, Kelly placed her foot square in his lap, feeling his aroused cock beneath his pants. She wiggled her toes over his bulge, enjoying the teasing she was giving him, knowing full well this must be a new experience for him.

When she did this, Greg moved his hand to her upturned leg and began to run it up and down her inner thigh and under her calf. Her creamy skin was even softer than elsewhere and the feeling was something he hadn't imagined. His fingers danced over her skin, absorbing as much tactile sensations as he could. He still couldn't see under her robe, a flap of material covered that magical spot between her legs, but he slowly worked his hand higher and higher until it went under the covering and he could feel she was wearing something underneath.

He moved his hand under her raised thigh, his fingers trying to follow the curve of her leg. Finding the couch obstructing his way, he withdrew his hand and as he did, Kelly jerked her leg.

"You ok?" Greg asked with concern in his voice.

"I'm fine. It just tickled a bit," Kelly replied.

At that moment Kelly chose to drop her leg and roll onto her side. Reaching out, she grabbed the bottle of wine and refilled her glass. Holding the bottle at arms length, she indicated to Greg that he needed a refill as well which she did when he raised his glass.

After replacing the bottle back in its bucket, Kelly didn't raise her leg but instead stretched her legs out and looked at Greg. Not sure what she had in mind, Greg merely laid his hand on her leg and used his fingers to trace patterns in its skin. This went on for several minutes, each watching the other, each draining their glasses a second time and being refilled.

As they neared the bottom of their third glass, Kelly swung her legs down and taking Greg's glass from his hand, placed their glasses on the table. Standing up, she faced him before spreading her legs a bit and straddling him as he sat on the couch. Her knees were positioned next to his hips, her feet hanging over the edge at the ankles, her firm backside resting on his thighs.

Greg put his arms behind her waist, pulling her towards him but she resisted and remained where she was. Placing her hands behind his neck, she leaned forward and kissed him, softly at first but with more intensity as he responded.

Greg inhaled the scent of her perfume which was different from the one she had on during the day. This one was more subtle with a floral bouquet. The fragrance stirred Greg's inner soul, driving him to want her even more. He moved his hands to the front of her robe, placing them over but to the side of her hidden breasts. His hands gently followed her womanly contours, his thumbs feeling her erect nipples beneath the material.

Kelly pulled back and arched her back to move her breasts forward. She watched as Greg's eyes grew wide while his hands roamed over her. She ran her fingers through his hair, occasionally grabbing a clump for effect, her nails digging into his scalp. She watched him for a few moments, his eyes locked on the prize that lay beneath her robe, before dismounting him, standing between the coffee table and him. There she stood, her robe partially open, the orange glow of the lights and candles on her skin making her look flawless.

Slowly, deliberately, she pulled on the belt tied about her waist. Inch by the inch the knot came undone until it fell free, its ends hanging limp at her sides. The robe opening became wider but frustratingly clung to her breasts, preventing him from seeing what was underneath. Placing her hands at shoulder height, Kelly slipped her fingers inside the robe and slowly ran them down the edge, not quite opening it but revealing even more of her body to Greg.

She looked up from under her downturned head at Greg as she did this, her eyes aglow with a fire that he wasn't sure if it came from within or from the lamps. With her hands near the top and in one smooth motion, Kelly let the robe slide off her shoulders and onto the floor. All that he had been wanting was now exposed to him.

Well, almost all. Beneath her robe she had been wearing a pair of white, see-through panties. If you could call them wearing anything at all. They looked more like a micro-bikini bottom, the band holding them onto her hips so thin and the triangular piece of material between her legs so small that they looked like they would disintegrate at the slightest touch.

Greg devoured her with his eyes, her body finally revealed to him. He felt himself becoming warm despite the air conditioning. Everything he saw before him was more pleasing, more desirable, more everything than he could have imagined in his most erotic dream. Even the absence of tan lines, a surprise in itself, was more than he could have hoped for.

Her bodily shape was one of elegance as her thin waist flowed easily into a pair of graceful, rounded hips. Her hair was thrown back, free to fall down her back, her hands held behind her in that deliciously cute way she did which allowed her breasts to be front and center for Greg's attention.

Her breasts... Her luscious, delectable breasts. Greg could only stare at the perfection before him. Near perfectly rounded with upturned nipples, her breasts were unlike any he had seen in any magazine or movie. Neither too large nor too small for her frame, they entranced him. The sight of her curvaceous bust made his heart pounded even harder and louder inside his head while his engorged dick strained to break free.

"Do you want to undress me?" he heard Kelly ask through the fog clouding his thoughts.

"What?" he asked, not comprehending her question.

She giggled at his question, covering her mouth with her hand as if not to embarrass him too much.

Taking a step forward, almost stepping on his toes, she leaned over and took his hands in hers, her touch setting off more explosive feelings within him. Pulling him forward in his seat, she guided his hands to her hips, resting his fingers on the insignificant strands of fabric holding her panties to her body.

Curling her fingers around his, she hooked his fingers inside the band and gently pushed down, the strings expanding slightly as they moved over her hips. Greg continued on his own and Kelly laid her one hand on his shoulder, watching him as he drug the last vestige of clothes down her legs, the front panel sticking for a moment as her wetness clung to it.

Greg continued undressing her until he could go no further at which time Kelly raised one foot then the other, balancing herself on him, allowing him to finally see her completely nude. When he looked up, he was face to face with her alluringly trimmed mound, her womanly smell mixing with his own.

Moving himself further forward in the seat, he grasped her hips and drew himself into her, his nose resting only an inch or so above that part of her he so desperately wanted to enter. He breathed deeply, smelling her untainted scent, savoring how sweet it was. Kissing her, he looked up, asking with his eyes for acceptance to continue.

Kelly took him by the shoulders and made him stand. For whatever reason, Greg just now realized how short she was. Until now he had only seen her in passing while wearing heels or when seated and so didn't have a point of reference for height. Even though he had been with her for hours that day, it never dawned on him that she was several inches shorter than he was. Now, standing in front of her, he found that the top of her head only came up to the height of his mouth, forcing him to look down into her impossibly deep blue eyes filled with a tenderness he had never known.

Kelly's hands went to his waist and started pulling his shirt out of his pants. Once freed, she continued lifting it higher until he raised his arms above his head and squatted a bit so she could remove it. Tossing his shirt off to the side and out of the way, she proceeded to his waist where she undid his belt and the button of his pants. Kneeling before him, she skillfully unzipped his fly and began pulling both his pants and underwear down around his legs, exposing his fully erect member to her face. 

Ignoring his state of arousal, she proceeded to undress him until she could not proceed any further. Standing up, she pushed him down and onto the sofa before retaking her position in front of him. Deftly removing his shoes and socks, she jerked off his remaining clothes, tossing them on top of his previously discarded shirt.

Now Greg was like her, completely and utterly naked, though she seemed much more at ease in this condition than he was. Still kneeling, Kelly placed a kiss on each of his knees before spreading his legs and running her hands up both of his inner thighs, stopping just before her nails touched his engorged sack. She watched his expression, a look of mischief on her face, her lips seemingly fuller and more red.

Licking her lips, Kelly flicked her head so her golden tresses fell to one side and leaned forward. Grasping his dick with her right hand, she inhaled his musky scent before engulfing him in one smooth motion. Electricity shot through Greg's body as her lips encircled his shaft, stopping just below his swollen head while her tongue swirled and licked him. Slowly she worked her way down. She had him almost completely in her mouth before she started her slow trek up, her tongue dragging against the underside of his twitching cock the whole time.

"Uhhhhhh!" Greg shouted out, unable to stand the torturous slowness of her movements. He took quick breaths, sounding like he was running a race rather than having the experience of a lifetime. He was so overstimulated he couldn't watch as Kelly opened her mouth and swirled her tongue around his purple head again and again, taking pleasure in holding him still as she opened his slit and cleaned it out.

Greg roughly placed his hands on her back and pushed down in a vain attempt to convey to her to finish despite the onslaught of euphoria sweeping over him. He had never felt anything remotely close to what he was now. His body was experiencing everything all at the same time and his mind couldn't grasp what to do.

He gritted his teeth and growled as Kelly worked her magic on him. Her tongue danced over every inch of his cock while her mouth sucked harder and harder, her hair adding to his sensations as its delicate, silken touch tickled his thigh.

Up and down went her hand in unison with her warm, wet mouth. Slowly and deliberately her head bobbed in his lap, the slight roughness of her tongue providing a contrast to the soft, slick feel to her lips.

Suddenly, Kelly stopped, giving him respite and a chance to breathe. Standing up, she sat near the corner of the coffee table, her legs spread wide. Greg watched in rapt fascination as Kelly cupped her hands under her bountiful breasts, gently pulling upwards and allowing them to bounce back into place. Her fingers toyed with her nipples, bringing them to attention, her pink buds clearly visible in the light of the room.

Inch by inch, her right hand worked its way down her body, her fingers caressing her skin, her left hand still playing with her breast. Her hand made its way between her legs where she spread her lips with her fingers, letting Greg see the rich pinkness therein for a moment before running a finger up and down her slit. She worked her finger methodically, more it seemed for his benefit than hers, all the while locking her gaze with his. Her eyes were no longer sweet and alluring. Now they had the look of a predator fixated on its next meal, the heat of the moment blocking out everything else. Her breathing was becoming more labored and louder in the stillness of the room.

Finding her nub, Kelly applied pressure and leaned her head back, eyes closed, enjoying the feeling of the friction of her finger on her most sensitive area. Harder and faster her hand moved, bringing her ever closer to a release.

Greg didn't know what to do. He stared as this gorgeous creature before him as she pleasured herself, his own arousal driven even higher by her actions and the sounds coming from her mouth. He could feel his body growing warmer by the moment, his erect cock at attention in his lap.




Greg & Kelly Ch. 02



Without warning, Kelly shot up and in one fluid motion mounted him, impaling his dick all the way to the hilt. The walls of her pussy wrapped themselves about him, constricting him, sucking him. Her bouncing breasts leaned against his face, holding him in a delectable, soft embrace while her arms wrapped about his head, holding him tight. 

"Please," she whimpered, her body moving up and down on him, trying to bring herself to a climax.

Startled for a moment, Greg got his act together and put his hands on her lower back, Kelly twisting at his touch, and thrust upwards, driving himself as deep as he could into her from his seated position. Over and over he did this, hearing the pitch of her voice climbing ever higher as she squealed with an almost childlike delight. He suckled at a breast, a nipple held gently between his teeth, the tip rapidly flicked with the tip of his tongue.

"Stop!" he heard shouted from behind him.

Disengaging his mouth and looking over his shoulder, he couldn't believe what he saw. There, standing at the entrance to the room was Cynthia clad in black panties, a black corset which emphasized her ample breasts to the point that they looked ready to spill out, and tall black boots. She looked angry, her blood red lips in a scowl, an outstretched arm with its index finger pointing at the two of them.

"PLEEEASE!" Kelly shouted, her voice begging and desperate. She continued to bounce in Greg's lap, her panting more and more frantic.

"I said NO!" Cynthia shot back and quickly crossed the room, her boots thumping on the hardwood floor. She stopped directly in front of the two and with strength Greg didn't know she had, lifted Kelly out of his lap, a look of panic crossing Kelly's face as she did.

Depositing the crouched body on the ground, Cynthia clenched her hands at her sides and looked down at Kelly who was kneeling on the floor, quietly sobbing.

"I'm sorry," Greg heard Kelly get out between sobs.

"You know the rules. You will not break them or you will pay the penalty," Cynthia replied in a stern voice.

Greg was completely baffled at the exchange. What was going on? What rules? What penalty? He was completely oblivious to the fact that he was naked and sitting on a couch with a monstrous erection which, only moments before, had been buried deep inside the most ravishing female body he could ever have dreamed of.

"What the hell is going on?" he demanded, leaning forward, his forearms on his legs.

Lifting her right leg, Cynthia placed the sole of her boot on Greg's shoulder and shoved him back into the sofa, the heel of her boot then digging into his muscle and all but paralyzing his arm. Greg's free arm flew to the foot but couldn't find purchase to lift it off him.

"You will not interfere!" Cynthia shot back, her eyes ablaze with fury.

Pain shot through Greg's arm as her heel dug in deeper, twisting back and forth. He gritted his teeth but never yelled out as his anger grew at this treatment.

"You!" Cynthia yelled at Kelly, "You will never do that again, is that understood?"

"Yes Cynthia," Kelly cried, her face still facing the floor.

"You do not have my permission to enjoy yourself until I tell you, do you understand?"

"Yes Cynthia," Kelly again replied, tears falling from her face.

"I let you have your fun today but now you will not disobey me. Clean up this mess," Cynthia demanded, pointing to the wine on the table.

Kelly did as commanded and without a word or look towards Greg, picked up the glasses and bucket and left the room. Cynthia watched and when there were only the two of them in the room, she explained things to Greg.

"You see, Greg," she started calmly, "Kelly is not only my assistant, she is mine."

"Yours?" Greg grunted through the pain of the boot heel still in his shoulder.

"Yes, Greg, mine. She does what I tell her, when I tell her and not before."

It slowly dawned on Greg that Cynthia was not only someone who was in power, business wise, but someone who had to be in power. She had taken the meaning of control freak to another level. Kelly was essentially her slave, doing whatever bidding Cynthia asked. That was why Kelly kept saying 'Please' to him. She wanted him to continue, to let her experience that which she was denied.

Greg was never known to be an overly outgoing kind of guy. He didn't catcall when an attractive woman walked by. He kept his thoughts to himself though he did enjoy the occasional raunchy joke.

Nor was he one to harm a woman. He had grown up in a family where everyone was respected for who they were and you never, ever, did anything to a woman she didn't want. In a way, he placed all women on a pedestal, holding to what some might consider the quaint chivalric charms of holding a door open for a woman and walking on the street side.

Now, with the realization that the sweet, alluring and seductive woman he had come to want more than anyone else was under the control of this person, a person who lived to control and inflict pain upon others, a fire lit within him that he had felt only a handful of times in his life.

Ignoring the stabbing pain shooting through his shoulder, Greg pushed off the sofa with every ounce of strength he possessed in his small-framed body. Cynthia, though leaning into him, was caught off guard and her outstretched leg worked to Greg's advantage. It gave him the leverage he needed to push her away, his free arm finding a grip around her ankle and forcing her backwards. Cynthia tried to stabilize herself with her other leg but it bumped into the coffee table, causing her leg to give out and allowing Greg to shove her up and over the table with the leg in his hand.

Cynthia fell backwards, her tailbone acting like a pivot point, forcing the back of her head harder into the floor than it otherwise might have. A dull thud was heard as the rug deadened the sound of skull meeting wood.

Greg's heart was pumping furiously, overloaded with adrenaline. His breathing was affected as well, coming in long gasps. He looked at his shoulder and saw a large, reddish bruise forming. He knew he'd have a mark for a long time.

"What. . ." he heard and looking over his shoulder, saw Kelly standing in the entranceway to the room, still naked, her eyes falling upon the body of her boss lying on the floor, her hands covering her open mouth.

"Is she. . .?" Kelly asked, not finishing the question.

Greg looked at Cynthia's body and saw that no, she wasn't dead. Her chest was rising and falling in a slow, rhythmic manner.

"No," he replied, "but she's gonna have one hell of a headache when she wakes up." He gave Kelly a smile of reassurance to try and calm her down.

Cautiously, Kelly walked over to her master and knelt beside her. She reached out and touched the uniform which had controlled her, which had tormented her for so long.

It was then that Greg saw the small horizontal lines starting at the small of Kelly's back and going further down her body. He walked over and knelt beside her, his fingers tenderly moving over the marks.

"Do I dare ask how long this has been going on?" he inquired, breaking the silence, the fingers of his hand feeling the raised flesh on her back.

"Too long," Kelly said, still looking at Cynthia.

"Is there anything I can do?" Greg asked, hoping there was something he could do to help Kelly from this torture.

She looked up at him, her eyes red from crying, and out of nowhere that adorably wicked smile of hers crossed her face.

"Yes. Yes there is," she said.

Greg didn't know whether to be happy or scared at her response but he had gotten himself into this mess and he had to get out.

Kelly walked with him to the sofa and together they sat down. She told Greg what she had in mind and when he heard what she had planned, he could only laugh in agreement.

Cynthia awoke sometime later. How long she had been unconscious she didn't know but there was a dull throbbing in the back of her head. She went to move and found that her arms and hands wouldn't budge. Looking about she saw that she was in a chair and she was tied to it. Oddly, she was naked and her legs were tied at the calves to the front legs of the chair, keeping her from closing them. She also felt something soft in the small of her back. Craning her neck, she saw that there were two pillows behind her, forcing her to sit on the edge of the chair.

"Do you like that?" she heard someone say and fixating on the voice, saw something which sent her into a fury. Before her, on the floor, was Kelly on her back with Greg's head buried between her legs. She realized that Kelly was being pleasured in front of her, something she specifically forbade unless she said it was ok to do so.

"Stop it!" she yelled at the two of them. "Stop it now!"

Both Kelly and Greg looked at the bound person shouting at them, Kelly over Greg's body on the floor and Greg having turned his head, each with a stupid grin on their face.

"No," Kelly said matter-of-factly and placed a hand on Greg's head to indicate he should return to what he was doing before they were interrupted.

"I will not tolerate this!" Cynthia shouted.

Greg stopped what he was doing and again looked at Cynthia. "Yes, yes you will," he told her, just as matter-of-factly as Kelly had done.

"In fact," he continued, "you will watch as Kelly and I hump like rabbits in various positions. You'll watch and there won't be a damn thing you can do about it."

Realizing the futility of her position, Cynthia watched as Greg continued his pleasuring of Kelly. Picking up where he had stopped and under Kelly's guidance, Greg licked, sucked, swirled and flicked her swollen vaginal lips which were held apart by his fingers. The taste in his mouth was as sweet as any champagne or wine he had ever tasted. He listened to her as she moaned and groaned, occasionally arching her back as his tongue found its mark. He took his time, wanting her to experience whatever level of ecstasy she could, not wanting to disappoint her.

"Slow down, Greg," Kelly said. "Take your time." She wanted to enjoy this as long as she could, the fire between her legs growing hotter by the moment.

"Yes ma'am," Greg jokingly replied, stopping just long enough to give his response before he slowly drug his tongue up her wet slit.

"Ohhhhhh," Kelly moaned. "Right there. Yes, like that!"

Greg let his tongue do its work. In and out it went into her pussy, her juices coating his mouth. He slid his tongue up and down her slit again and again, making sure to spend extra time near the top.

"Uuhhhhhh!" Kelly cried out, her legs closing momentarily around Greg's head so hard he had to stop and complain about the rough treatment.

Greg continued and as Kelly neared her release, she placed one hand on his head and pulled him towards her while her other hand played with each of her breasts in turn. Her breaths were coming more quickly, her squeals louder. Greg was spurred on by her sounds and furiously used his tongue to lick her engorged clit. Each time he tasted her, Kelly moaned louder and louder, the decibels of her voice growing higher and higher.

By now, her body was in a permanent arch, only her head, hips and feet making contact with the floor. The fingers of her hand held Greg's hair in a death grip and she tried, with every bit of strength she had, to force his tongue as deeply into her sopping pussy as she could. Greg finally wrapped his arms about her thighs and pulled himself as tight into her as he could and sucked on her clit. That was all Kelly needed.

With a scream Greg was sure could be heard outside, Kelly let herself be overtaken by the powerful orgasm that was washing over her. Each time Greg sucked on her clit, Kelly shouted and drove her upturned hips into his face. Again and again this was repeated until Kelly let go of Greg's hair and gently pushed him away, her panting sounding like the chugging of a steam engine in the otherwise quiet room.

Kelly lay there for a time, her eyes closed, her breathing slowly returning to normal. Greg lay next to her, watching her, a hand lightly trailing across her breast and down to her smooth stomach. He leaned in and gave the nearest breast a light kiss before he used his teeth to gently nibble on a still erect nipple.

This set off a surge of desire in Kelly which she displayed by rolling onto him and playfully pinning Greg to the ground. She rubbed her wet pussy up and down his dick until it was fully aroused and smoothly drove him inside her.

Since this was his first time with her, she took her time. Riding his cock with deliberation, she made sure he didn't cum too quickly. He let her know when he was near and she stopped, allowing him time to regain control before starting again. The whole time she alternated looking at him, the man who had freed her, and looking at Cynthia, letting her former master know she was no longer bound by the rules.

"You know what," Greg said between labored breaths. He played with her breasts, still marveling at how both supple yet firm they were in his hands.

"No, what?" Kelly inquired, giving him soft kisses about the face, the tips of her hair tickling his face and neck. Her hips were moving in long, slow circles, allowing her to enjoy the feeling of Greg inside her.

"You might want to let me go for the first one. To get it over with."

"Why, don't you like to fuck me Greg?" Kelly teasingly asked, squeezing her walls about his cock buried in her. She sat more upright and ran her nails across his neck and chest before trailing a single nail across his cheek. She ran her fingertip across his lips, Greg kissing it then sucking on it before she withdrew it from his mouth.

"Oh no, this is great," he quickly replied, "but it's been a while and to be honest, after this afternoon, I think I'm due."

Kelly stopped her movements and placing her hands on either side of his shoulders, looked down at him, her hair cascading about her face. She raised herself onto all fours with her ass just high enough to give him a little bit of room to work with.

"Ok my prince," she smiled, "have at it. We have all night."

Greg smiled, thankful that he could finally let things fly and pumped his hips, holding Kelly's small waist to keep her in position so she didn't bounce off of him. In a very short time he felt himself nearing the edge and with some minor grunting, shot a gusher's worth of cum into Kelly. He kept pumping, feeling the constrictions of Kelly's pussy each time he entered her. He knew he could do better and he planned to make it up to her but for now, he had to get this out of the way.

When he finished, Kelly climbed off him and left the room, leaving him alone with the bound Cynthia. He wasn't sure if he should say anything but decided he had to ask. Getting up, he stretched before walking over to their captive, semen drops occasionally leaking from his now limp dick. He stood before her, looking down at a woman he once considered desirable but now felt nothing but contempt for.

"Don't you like guys?" he asked.

"Guys?" Cynthia queried, looking up at him. "This wasn't about liking a man or a woman. This was about control. Kelly just happened to be pliable enough."

Greg pondered that response for a moment.

"So, how does it feel to be out of control? Out of power?"

"It sucks," Cynthia spat out.

"I see," Greg intoned. He stood there, not sure what he should do, when a bright idea crossed his mind.

"Tell me Cynthia, when was the last time you had a man?"

"Why should I tell you?"

"I'm curious. Maybe if you felt a real person you wouldn't feel the need to control others because you would know what it's like to be with someone."

"Nonsense. You don't know what you're talking about."

"I don't, do I?" Greg reached out with his left hand and grabbed Cynthia's hair on the back of her head, holding her head in place. Taking a step forward, he rubbed his flaccid dick coated with Kelly's juices and with drops of semen still coming out, on the side of Cynthia's face.

"What?" Cynthia yelled, trying to pull away. "What are you doing?"

"Just seeing if you like that. You do like to suck cock, don't you?"

"Certainly not yours," Cynthia replied, her head still being held in place by his hand. Her eyes, however, betrayed her. Greg saw them turn towards his dick as he pulled back and he pressed his advantage.

"Oh really? You mean you don't like the warm feel of a man in your mouth? The ridged veins protruding, your tongue licking up and down the shaft? You don't like the taste of a mouthful of hot cum as it shoots down your throat? You don't like that?"

"No," Cynthia replied but her voice was much quieter, almost contemplative.

"And why not? I thought all women liked to suck a man. The feeling of power it brings. The sense of control over the man. You don't like that?" Greg released his grip on her hair and began running his fingers through it. He started at the front hair line and worked his way towards the back, his fingers acting like the teeth of a comb.

Cynthia's eyes closed, her head leaning into his hand, her nostrils flared. She seemed to be enjoying this.

"Would you like to taste me, Cynthia?" Greg quietly asked. "Do you want to feel me in your mouth?"

"Yes," she whispered.

"What? I didn't hear you."

"Yes," Cynthia replied, a bit louder. Her head now rubbed against his hand by its own volition.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes," she replied, her voice more breathy.

"Then you may have me. Take me now," Greg said in a flat voice.

Opening her eyes, Cynthia looked at Greg's soft dick in front of her face and licked her lips before opening her mouth and taking him inside. She tasted both Greg and Kelly but that didn't matter. She cleaned him off and continued sucking, her tongue and mouth working to stiffen him.

Greg was torn between enjoying the wonderful job Cynthia was doing and the sorrow he felt that such a lovely woman could have a cruel streak. However, since he had fantasized about her after seeing her legs that day, he decided to let things go for a while. In a way, he now understood the thrill of control and power.

Cynthia moved her head back and forth as much as she could in her bound position. Her mouth worked Greg's dick like a pro, her tongue more firm that Kelly's but no less enjoyable. He soon felt himself growing hard inside her mouth and continued to let her suck him.

"What are you doing?" he heard Kelly's voice from across the room.

Looking over his shoulder and waving his arm at her to be quiet, he indicated she should stand behind him. Confused, she did as he instructed and when she came up behind him, looked over his shoulder at what was taking place. She had in her hands a bowl of warm water, two washcloths and a small hand towel.

Twisting his neck to meet Kelly, Greg puckered his lips in a mock display of wanting a kiss. She obliged with a peck but had a look of confusion on her face.

"I'll tell you about it later," he whispered to her, his cock now firm in Cynthia's mouth, the fingers of his hand running through Cynthia's hair again. The quiet sounds of Cynthia's sucking him were heard along with what Greg thought were moans of pleasure.

When he felt the time was right, he held Cynthia's head between his hands and began to fuck her mouth. He was the one in control and he would dictate the pace. Cynthia could do nothing except submit to him.

Rhythmically he shoved his dick back and forth between Cynthia's lips. Sometimes he would force himself all the way in, other times he would leave just the tip inside. Whatever the case, he enjoyed being the one in control. He heard Cynthia's breathing growing in intensity, the moans coming from her more audible. The slurping sounds of his cock sliding in and out of Cynthia's mouth practically echoed in the room.




Greg & Kelly Ch. 02



Harder and harder he shoved his dick into her mouth. While his dick was fully erect, he didn't feel anything like the passion he had when Kelly had sucked him. This was simply fucking for fucking's sake.

Without warning, Greg pulled out of her mouth, a pop being heard as her lips tried to hold onto him, and backed away. Cynthia cleaned her lips with her tongue, her eyes hungry with desire for what was taken from her.

"Why don't you have some fun?" he said to Kelly who hadn't moved from her position, entranced by what she saw.

"What?"

Greg looked at Cynthia, her breathing heavy, straining against the ropes which bound her to the chair.

"Isn't there something you want to do?"

"Oh!" Kelly exclaimed, finally catching on. Placing the items in her hands on the coffee table, she went over to the small chest of drawers at the end of the sofa. Opening the bottom drawer, Kelly pulled out what was ostensibly a massager but which Greg knew had other uses.

Kelly returned to Cynthia and standing before her, showed her the implement which she would have to endure.

Greg didn't say a word but smiled when Kelly caught his gaze. Finding a nearby electrical socket, Kelly plugged the device in and knelt before Cynthia. With a look of deviltry in her eyes, she turned the vibrator on and watched as its egg-shaped head vibrated. Slowly at first then faster as the speed control was adjusted.

Cynthia's eyes were glued to the action. She knew what was going to happen and there was nothing she could do to stop it. Her breathing was thick and heavy, her heart pounding rapidly, her body tense.

Kelly turned the speed down and placed it on Cynthia's exposed pussy. Almost immediately Cynthia began to squirm, trying desperately to close her legs but to no avail. Kelly had learned well from her master and there was no chance of Cynthia escaping from her restraints.

Kelly enjoyed the torment, though not painful, she was inflicting on Cynthia. She had endured session after session of such treatment and now it was payback time. She soon turned the speed control higher, the vibrating head thumping against the edge of the chair as it slipped off Cynthia's now sopping cunt.

"Hey, hold on there young lady," Greg intervened. "This has to last a while. Mind if I join in?"

Removing the vibrator from between Cynthia's legs, Kelly looked at Greg, a questioning look on her face. Greg walked over and knelt beside her on her left, his right hand on Kelly's shoulder.

"How about we work another body part?" He leaned in and placed his mouth around Cynthia's right breast, his tongue dancing across the now erect nipple. Following his lead, Kelly did the same to the other breast, hesitant at first but getting into the swing of things in short time.

Cynthia's teeth were clenched, her head tilted back, as the two worked her over. Her breasts had not been sucked in a long time and the stimulation thrust upon them was renewing feelings she had almost forgotten. As much as she could, she pressed herself into the two, wanting to beg them not to stop, the ache between her legs growing by the moment.

While Greg had gotten a closeup look at Cynthia's breasts when he helped Kelly move her, now that he was physically touching one of them, he liked their proportions and feel under his tongue. They were larger than Kelly's, more fleshy, more voluptuous.

Cynthia was breathing hard through her clenched teeth, growls being heard every now and then as her excitement grew. Her hands were balled tight, anything to help her through the seemingly unending sexual agony.

Greg ran his hand down Kelly's back and cupped her firm posterior, giving it a gentle pat, aware of the marks that were there. He saw out of the corner of his eye her looking at him with that smile of hers, letting him know she was enjoying what he and she were doing. Returning her mouth to Cynthia's breast, Greg watched for a few moments, his arousal growing as Kelly's tongue danced over and around the nipple before her. He ran a finger down the crack of Kelly's ass and saw her rise up at his touch, a giggle coming from those delectable lips.

Running his finger more deeply between her ass cheeks, he found her anal opening and wiggled his finger against it. Kelly again rose up on her knees but sat down quickly, the moment of surprise over. Greg continued tickling her ass, noting that Kelly seemed to be enjoying it the longer his finger remained where it was.

Greg played with Kelly as she in turn played with Cynthia. He lightly ran his finger over Kelly's hole, occasionally applying a bit more pressure with the tip of his finger, almost working his way inside. He listened as both women let out small moans as they were pleasured, both squirming in their own way.

He felt something brush his leg and looking down saw Kelly's hand reaching out and searching for something. In a moment she found it and the fingers of her hand had wrapped themselves firmly around his throbbing cock and began to stroke him. He stopped sucking on Cynthia's tit for a moment and enjoyed the feeling of Kelly's hand as it moved up and down his shaft, the grip of Kelly's hand changing from firm to loose and back again as she did so. He let her do what she wanted and returned his attention to Cynthia's tit.

After several minutes, and several close calls with Kelly's hand, Greg finally, reluctantly, disengaged himself from both Cynthia and Kelly, tapping Kelly on the shoulder to let her know it was time to move on. She didn't respond but continued suckling Cynthia's breast. He practically had to drag her off of Cynthia, noting that Kelly's breathing was much more labored than it should have been.

"Ready for one more thing?"

"Sure," Kelly replied, still catching her breath, her face flush. "What do you have in mind?"

Greg whispered his plan in her ear. Kelly giggled with delight and waited while he set things in motion.

Standing up, he looked at Cynthia still straining at the ropes, a look between contempt and exultation on her face.

"Tell me Cynthia," Greg began, "do you want me again?"

"Yes," Cynthia hissed, her voice filled with lust and desire for Greg to be in her mouth. By now, her pussy hurt as the desire to be penetrated by someone or something had grown to epic proportions due to Greg and Kelly's actions. She felt as if she would explode if she wasn't soon fucked.

"Fine. Kelly, you may start."

Kelly turned the vibrator on low and menacingly moved it towards Cynthia's swollen pussy lips.

"What!" Cynthia screamed. "Not that! I want you and only you." Her voice, though throaty, still had an air of control to it.

"No. You can either have me while Kelly does her thing or you don't get anything. Which is it?" Greg crossed his arms, his still erect dick pointing directly at Cynthia's mouth, and waited for the response.

Cynthia's eyes darted between the still vibrating head that Kelly was holding and Greg's dick in front of her. Her thoughts flew back and forth, her mind a roiling boil of confusion, wanton desire, sexual arousal and fury.

"Yes," she said, almost as if she had surrendered.

"Very good. Kelly, you may proceed. But slowly!"

Kelly smiled and nodded in agreement and gently placed the vibrator on Cynthia's wet pussy. There was a sharp inhalation of air as contact was made and Cynthia again clenched her teeth, bearing the assault as best she could.

"You can't have me with your teeth like that," Greg mockingly said.

Breathing deeply several times, Cynthia relaxed her mouth and opened it, inviting Greg to enter. Placing his cock on her tongue, Cynthia greedily took it into her mouth and picked up where she had left off. Back and forth her head bobbed, taking him in as much as she could.

"That's good Cynthia. You like that, don't you?" Greg asked in a condescending tone.

"Mmmmmmffff" was all the reply Cynthia gave, her attention almost completely focused on the cock in her mouth. Her legs tensed now and then as Kelly ran the vibrating head in circles, making sure to give as much stimulation as possible. When the vibrator found a sensitive spot, Cynthia moaned loudly but never released her hold on Greg.

Kelly looked up from what she was doing and watched as Greg's dick disappeared and reappeared from between Cynthia's lips. It was one thing to do the sucking herself, it was quite another to see another woman engaged in the same act. Especially from this angle. Reaching up with her left hand she gently scraped the underside of Greg's ball sack with her nails.

Unprepared for this, Greg's hips thrust forward, driving his cock into the back of Cynthia's throat, her head snapping back at the sudden incursion. She almost gagged but never released her hold, her tongue doing its best to dance over the warm shaft in her mouth, lapping up every drop of precum that Greg had.

"Now that wasn't nice dear," Greg jokingly said as he looked down at Kelly, that evil smile on her face once again. Kelly bit her lip in mock contrition and returned her attention to her work.

Greg merely shook his head and watched as Cynthia continued to suck him, a small bit of saliva running down the corner of her mouth. He saw her lips move out and over his shaft, it disappearing for a moment as she took him deep before pulling back, her lips forming a solid seal around him.

He knew he shouldn't be enjoying this but he couldn't help himself. He bent over at the waist and placed his hands on the back of the chair, giving himself support and allowing him to fuck Cynthia's face at a different angle. Cynthia tilted her back to accommodate him and Greg thrust himself as far down her throat as she could take.

"Mmmmmfff!" Cynthia again cried out, not in dismay but in wanton lust. She wanted to take him, wanted him to explode in her mouth. Greg forced himself into her several more times, each time Cynthia's moans growing louder, more forceful. Her mouth held him tight, refusing to let him leave her. Her legs tensed as Kelly found the mark and turned up the speed on the vibrator, pressing harder into Cynthia as she did. Cynthia's moans became more frequent, almost one continuous sound, her body twitching on the edge of release. Several times her mouth opened to gasp for air but quickly returned to its attempt to drain Greg.

As he had done before, Greg suddenly pulled himself out of her mouth saying cheerfully, "All done for now," before taking Kelly by the arm. Grabbing a washcloth from the table and soaking it in the water, Greg cleaned himself before positioning himself and Kelly at their previous position on the rug.

"Aaarrrgghh!" Cynthia screamed, her chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath. "You can't leave me like this!"

Both Greg and Kelly looked at Cynthia, Greg more amused than Kelly.

"Do you mind telling me what that was all about?" Kelly asked, returning her attention to Greg who tossed the washcloth back onto the table.

"Simple," Greg said, "I turned the tables on her. Since she can't move she is under our control. I figured that anyone who has a power trip in them must have it because secretly they want to be controlled themselves."

"Reverse psychology?" Kelly inquired.

"Sort of. I don't remember the technical name for it though I do remember reading about it somewhere."

"A veritable font of knowledge," Kelly joked, her smile reappearing at the devious nature of Greg's mind.

"You can't leave me!" Cynthia shouted. "I can't stay like this!"

"A font of knowledge and other things as well my dear," Greg said, gently wrapping an arm around his lover's waist and pulling her close. "Now, shall we pick up where we left off?"

"I'd love to, only I think I have a better idea," Kelly said, ignoring the diminishing cries of Cynthia.

"Oh really," Greg questioned, his curiosity piqued.

"Uh huh. Follow my lead." With that, Kelly got down on all fours, facing Cynthia. Greg laughed and got behind her. Thanks to Cynthia, he was ready to go and this time he planned to take his time.

He watched as Kelly put her hands on her perfectly round asscheeks and spread herself for him, her face resting on the rug and looking back at him.

Without hesitation, Greg placed his erect cock at her pink entrance and slowly pushed in. Kelly inhaled then cooed with pleasure as he filled her, her pussy taking him in and wrapping him in a hot embrace.

Greg waited a moment for her to get back into position before taking hold of her waist and started to thrust into her. He felt her wetness increase until he slid easily back and forth, her walls gripping him as tightly as before.

Now that he could take his time, he was enjoying the sensations and sounds of Kelly, those mannerisms which he found heightened his experience. He moved his hand over her back, her taut skin having a sheen of perspiration. He saw the two dimples at the small of her back, still visible despite her marks, and bent to kiss her on the back of the neck as her hair hung forward.

He watched her from behind, listening to every moan, groan and whimper, her tiny waist in his hands. Gripping her more tightly, he picked up the pace and impaled her more forcefully on his now throbbing cock.

"Uh ... uh ... uh ..." he heard her say in time to his plunging thrusts. Her head was raised, looking straight forward though he couldn't see if her eyes were closed.

He looked over at Cynthia and saw she was watching them, he eyes wide as she stared at the performance before her. He didn't know if she was still upset or if his little stunt had done some good but the idea that someone was watching him fuck this passionate woman spurred him on.

His hips slammed into Kelly's firm ass, stopping him from going any deeper into her. He wanted to fill her, to give her as much pleasure as she deserved. She responded by clenching him, her walls dragging against his shaft, wanting him to explode deep inside her.

"Mmmmmmm," Kelly moaned. Now that she could let herself be the sexual person she was, she took advantage of the situation. She met Greg's thrust with her own, taking him in as far as he could go. It had been so long since she felt the raw power of a man inside her and she wanted to enjoy every moment.

Kelly started to sit up which caught Greg off guard. However, with a little maneuvering he was able to sit back on his heels which allowed her to sit in his lap at an angle. He cupped her breasts in his hands, their size able to fit comfortably in his palms with only a little excess. Every time she bounced in his lap they jiggled in unison. He tweaked her nipples between his fingers, eliciting more moans.

He leaned into her and nibbled on her exposed ear, his hands firmly holding her to him.

She moaned louder and gripped his dick inside her extra hard. Placing one hand behind her and on his hip to steady herself, her other hand found its way between her legs. She felt his cock where it entered her and reached further down to run her nails over his balls.

"Oh wow!" Greg exclaimed and gave her another love bite on her ear.

Kelly's hand moved up to where Greg's dick was entering her and using her finger, found her engorged clit. She rubbed her bundle of nerves while Greg's dick continued to move in and out of her at a slow, deliberate pace. These two acts excited her, drawing even more, louder, moans of pleasure from her.

Greg could feel himself building inside her. The feeling of her in his hands, her ass in his lap, her pussy sucking him with every stroke, he knew he had another load waiting in the wings. He leaned forward, still holding his hands to her breasts, and she took the hint. Getting back onto all fours she turned to look at him, her eyes filled with. . .

Well, Greg wasn't sure what the look was. All he knew was this was more than he had imagined earlier in the day. Now that he was actually here, with the most beautiful woman in the world, nothing else mattered.

"Take me Greg" he heard Kelly say as her face was turned towards him. "Take me." It almost sounded like she was commanding him to do what he wanted with her.

"Do you want me?" he asked, his breaths coming in short gasps.

"Yes" she hissed.

"Do you want me now?"

"YES!" she shouted and shoved herself backwards hard to meet his next thrust.

Greg took one last look at Cynthia and saw her gaze was still locked on them. She hadn't moved since the last time he looked.

Feeling himself approaching the edge of no return, Greg quickened his pace and his ferocity. Almost brutally he slammed his cock as deep into her as he could, Kelly holding him back, not wanting him to leave from inside her. The extra pressure on his dick was driving him mad and within moments he felt his stream explode into Kelly.

"Uhhhhh!" he heard Kelly shout at almost the same moment as he did. Her hips rotated back to drive him deeper into her. Over and over he shot his load, over and over she pulled him in. He held her hips as if in a clamp, controlling how hard he pounded her pussy. He let himself go, feeling every contraction she had, feeling his own flood of emotions released in a fiery orgasm.

"Ahhhh!" he groaned.

"Uhhhh!" she replied.

Thrust after thrust plowed into Kelly, her squeals of passion almost deafening in the otherwise silent room. She was letting herself experience what had been denied her for years. The feeling of a man who wanted to be with her, who could give as much as he took, who cared for her.

Again and again Greg came inside her, filling her with everything he had. His hands were locked in position, sweat starting to run down his body. He didn't want to be anywhere else.

Greg did, eventually, begin to tire and slowed his pace, his dick shrinking by the moment until he withdrew from her, their panting the only sounds to be heard. Kelly collapsed onto her side and Greg snuggled up behind her, totally oblivious to the fact that both were soaked in sweat. He kissed her neck a few times and threw both his right arm and leg over her, to cover her, to protect her.

.....................

Cynthia wasn't at work the next week. In fact, she abruptly left the company. No explanation was given.

This didn't bother Greg in the least. He would work for whomever was assigned to the office in the same professional manner he always did. His job was making sure the network was up and running and that's what he did.

As for Kelly, Greg continued to see her, the two of them continuing to have nights of unbridled passion. They explored the depths of their souls and pushed the limits of their sexual appetites.

That was seven years ago. Practically a lifetime. As Greg sat in his hotel room that night, he pulled out his cell phone and selecting the first number, pushed the button to dial. He waited impatiently as the phone on the other end rang. Two, three, four times it rang. On the fifth ring he heard a click as the receiving end was picked up.

"It's me," he said, not giving the person on the other end a chance to speak. "I just wanted to call and tell you I miss you."

Silence on the other end was the only response he got.

"I'll be home in another two weeks. I almost have the company's Tokyo office network configured and running the way it should be. When I come back, you'll have me all to yourself for a while. I've already told them I need some time to myself. They didn't question why or for how long and I wasn't about to tell them."

Still more silence.

"I know things have been rough, with me being here and you there, but you know that when I make a promise, I keep it. You WILL have me all to yourself. No interruptions, no phone calls, no nothing. Just you and me."

He heard a small sigh come from the other end followed a moment later by that angelic voice he had fallen in love with.

"Do you want to undress me?"

The biggest smile he ever had crossed his lips at hearing those words.