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Monday Morning

By: pachinca



Monday morning. I've never liked Monday mornings and this one was hardly different. The exception being that this morning I had made up an excuse about meeting a client outside the office and fed it to my boss so I could extend the weekend, spending a few hours in the coffee house down the street. I was the sole patron that morning and had huddled myself in the backroom, preferring an overstuffed chair and a book, to inane conversation with the owner. I had only settled myself when you walked through the door. I had been watching you for months, admitting to no one that you were the subject of my fantasies. 

You glanced towards the back of the place. Our eyes met for just a brief moment, but my flushed face gave me away, I was sure. I buried myself in my book, trying to push thoughts of you from my head. I watched you as you slipped from my sight to order your drink, only to reappear making your way to the back room where I was sitting. You stopped in the doorway to ask, "Mind if I join you?" I nodded my head, no, while allowing my eyes to wash over your body. Choosing a chair in the corner opposite me, you sat where no one else could see you. I pretended to read as you arranged yourself and pulled out a book of your own. I watched you over the top of my book and felt the heat rush through my body as I wondered what it would feel like to have you inside me. 

Spontaneously, I decided to test the waters. I lifted my head, looking to the front of the coffee house to see if anyone lese had arrived. Seeing that we were still the only customers, I slid my skirt up to mid-thigh. The summer heat had been excruciating and I had left my panties in the drawer that morning. I casually spread my legs wide and slid down slightly in my chair, giving you a perfect view of my glistening pussy lips. I picked up my book again so I could watch your reaction. You stare was blatant, but you made no move, so I pushed farther. 

I moved my right hand to my pussy, and began to rub my clit. My body responded enthusiastically, I knew I'd leave a large wet spot on my chair when I got up. In what seemed like seconds, I came silently. It was only detectable by a slow blink of my eyes. Still pretending to read my book, I brought my hand to my mouth and licked my own juice from my fingers. Lowering my book slightly, I looked right at you—your eyes were wide and, judging from the way you were rubbed the bulge in your pants, you had enjoyed my show. 

Slowly, I put my book down and stood up. I walked across the room, leaned in close, and whispered in your ear, "Stand up. I want to move your chair." You stood and I swiveled your chair to face the corner, and said, " I'm going to sit down here. I want you to taste me." Again, I hiked my skirt up. You knelt in front of me, eyes swooping over me, settling on my bare breasts, just hidden behind a flimsy white shirt. Quickly your hands moved to the buttons, barely getting them undone before your mouth descended on my nipple. 

You licked and sucked my nipple and I let soft moans fall from my lips. But when you gave my nipple a light bite, my hips bucked against your leg. In response, your hand found it's way to my soaking we pussy. Your finger made tiny circles on my clit while your tongue rolled around my nipple. The sensation was too much. My leg muscles tensed as I let the spasms of pleasure wash over my body. 

You would not relent. You mouth moved down my body before you ducked your head beneath my skirt. I let out a low moan as your tongue made long strokes up and down my pussy. You found my clit and furiously began licking and sucking it. I wrapped my legs around you and pushed my pussy into your face, wishing you would never stop. Your elbows held my legs wide and your hand kept my pussy wide as you licked me. A finger found my wet hole and you pushed inside of me. You rammed me with your finger until a low, guttural, "Oh God!" came out of me. 

I quickly stood up, and moved you to the chair. I undid you pants and pulled them down just enough to let your cock escape its confines. I gasped as I admired it, and made no hesitation before taking the full length of it in my mouth. I could still taste the soap of your morning shower mingled with your precum as I made circles around the head with my tongue and working the rest of your shaft with my hand. You gripped the arms of the chair tight as I swallowed your cock. You pulled me head into you, showing me how fast you wanted it. When your body tensed, I stopped and looked up at you, slowly wiping my mouth on the back of my hand. 

I climbed on top of you. I took your cock in my hand and, at the same time, you began kissing my breasts. I guided you inside of me, and just held you there, squeezing my pussy around you. You moaned hard against my breast, and you grabbed my ass hard, moving me up and down on your rock hard shaft. Each time you were close to cumming, I pulled up. I made tiny circles with my hips on the head of your cock, keeping you going before plunging down on the full length of you. You pushed me, so I was leaning back. Your thumb began working my clit again. This time, I couldn't stop when you began to cum, my own body convulsed in time with yours. I slumped forward for a moment to regain my breath. 

I stood up, walked across the room and gathered my things. I turned around to see you looking at me. A wide grin on your face, you said, "Are you leaving?" I simply smiled back, and walked out.

Monday Morning 69



S: Good morning, Sir. Are you up? I was wet well before I got out of bed... woke up horny, but my husband had gone to work, so I reached into my drawer and grabbed hold of my battery operated boyfriend. My legs spread, my vibrator working my clit... I had a lovely morning orgasm, snoozed for 10 minutes, probably with a big smile on my face.

D: Mmmm... morning babe... that has my imagination flowing... 

So here we are, sitting at our respective tables, drinking a morning coffee together. I missed you over the weekend and my cock has missed you, too. Imagining your sweet voice has me hypnotized. You should see the swelling between my thighs. You told me of your morning masturbation session, but I sense you're still horny.

Baby, you're looking so good this morning. How about a little show?

S: What would you like me to do first, Sir?

D: Mmmmmm... tease me a little... stand in front of me and sway your hips while I fist my cock. Then come over and rub your pussy in my face, angel.

S: Just watching you stroking with your eyes upon me will have me dripping wet for you, Sir... fuck, even the thought is setting me off... or maybe that's wetting me off... ohhhhhhh, the shivers that are going through my body... right down to my toes imagining the first contact of your tongue on my hot lips... making me throw back my head and moan as I feel it travel up over my wet slit, lapping at my trickling honey.

D: Yes princess, that's it... put on a little show for me. Watch me as I stroke for you. Mmmmmm... come over here, sit on my face and let me smell that delicious pussy... your puffy, tender lips... rub your honey all over my face while I fist my cock... mmmmmm... can you feel my tongue, baby... between your lips, lapping at your clit... a little lower now... let me suck that sweet little nub.

S: Ohhhhhh... I love that feeling... your tongue makes me whimper... that's it... suck my clit. Do you like how I taste as my juices flow over your tongue? Your chin is glistening. That's it you naughty man, fist your hand around your hard cock... mmmmmm... I see your engorged head oozing a trickle of pre-cum. You know that drives me wild... I need to twist around in your arms and straddle your face... I want to lean forward to lick at that tiny dribble... ohhhhhhh yeah, you taste so good... Now, I'm going to follow the rhythm of your stroking hand, open my lips and close them around the head of your cock... and suck you deep inside my mouth... moaning around you as your tongue makes my thighs tremble with pleasure.

D: Baby, you've fucking put me over the top... I just want to blow my load into your sweet, little mouth... suck me, princess... hollow those cheeks and suck the cum out of my balls.

S: I feel your body stiffen as your hand grips tight around your shaft. I quicken the pace... sucking you hard, my head bobbing up and down fast, my hair tickling across your legs as you feel my tongue stroke you. My lips hold you tight and the wet heat of my mouth sucks you deeper inside... hitting the back of my throat as I moan... I feel you swell within me and I begin to caress and squeeze your balls, urging you to give me all your creamy load, to fill my mouth and shoot down the back of my throat as my pussy pulses with ecstasy around your tongue.

D: I'm fucking gonna cum, baby.

S: I secretly lust for my Sir to rip off my red thong to get at my sodden pussy, trickling with honey just for you... but I won't stop sucking... I want to feel your creamy load shooting over my tongue... your hips bucking wildly... yessssss, that's it... let go of your cock and grab the back of my head... force it deep into the back of my throat... fuck my mouth... give me my reward... spurt your hot release... feel my moans send rippling vibrations down to the base of your shuddering cock... let me taste you Sir... please.

D: My hands fist your golden hair, pulling you into me as my fuck tool rams the back of your throat. You're so fucking good to me, my little cum slurp. Get ready, baby... now... take it now... ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.



Monday Morning



Note: the pertinent characters in this story are high school seniors and 18 years of age. 

Monday Morning

Mrs. Yoshihara answered the door to find her daughter's friend and classmate, Hana, standing on the doorstep. Being a small woman, she actually had to look up slightly to meet Hana's gaze. 

"Ohayo, Yoshihara-San." Hana smiled. Dirty-blond dreadlocks tumbled about as she bobbed her head in the vague indication of a bow.

"Good morning, Hana. Please, come in." Mrs.. Yoshihara returned the smile. 

Hana closed the door behind her. Leaving her shoes on a mat next to the door, she followed her friend's mother toward the kitchen. 

"Still working on your Japanese?" 

"Yeah. I don't have the knack for picking up languages; it's slow going."

Hana stood out of the way, watching Mrs.. Yoshihara prepare a bento lunch. She marveled at the perfect, measured movements and the Zen-like calm that elevated something like preparing sushi to an art. Hana had taken an interest in Japanese culture since becoming friends with Misaki last year. She had been impressed early on by the way the Japanese had long ago worked out efficient, elegant ways of performing even mundane, day-to-day tasks. 

"You're early. I don't think Misaki is up yet. Why don't you go wake her up. I'll start breakfast." Mrs.. Yoshihara suggested upon finishing the bento for Misaki's lunch.

"Hai." Hana smiled, bobbing her head again. 

Upstairs, Hana peaked around a door frame.

"Misaki?" she asked quietly. 

The sun was only just risen and a dim glow filtered through drawn blinds. Eyes adjusting to the gloom, Hana found the room neat and tidy as usual. Well, mostly neat and tidy. As usual. The desk on which Misaki's laptop and accompanying hardware resided was strewn and festooned with all manner of plushies, figurines, stickers and key-chains featuring her favorite anime characters. 

Hana padded into the room a few steps. Yes, there she was, still sound asleep in bed. Hana's eyebrows rose. 

Misaki lay on her back, shoulder length black hair spilling around her head. The bedclothes, (Hello Kitty sheets), were tangled about her legs. She wore black cotton panties and a hugely oversized black tee which had ridden up to her tummy. Having slept over several times in the past, Hana recognized it despite it's rumpled state. It served as Misaki's favorite nightshirt. The print on it, faded from wear, was of Kaneda, a character from the anime Akira.

Hana stood for several long seconds, eyes wandering up and down her sleeping friend's body. She rolled her lower lip between her teeth nervously. Unsure exactly what she was doing, she pulled her dreads back and used one to tie the lot loosely. She moved around the foot of the bed and slowly, cat-like, slid onto the bed.

Hana moved over Misaki's legs on hands and knees. She could feel her own heart hammering. Her breathing grew shaky. Lowering her face, she inhaled the faint scent of Misaki's skin as she moved up her body. Pausing, she nuzzled her nose under the nightshirt, inhaling deeply. 

She drew back when Misaki stirred and murmured in her sleep. Hana was amazed she hadn't been awakened yet. After taking a deep, steadying breath, she moved up so that she was almost eye to eye with her friend.

"Mi-mi chaaan. Time to wake uh-up." she said loudly. 

Misaki flinched, then blinked her big dark eyes. 

"Wha... nnmmph... Hana? Why are you here?" 

"To walk you to school, sleepy head."

Misaki's expression became one of mild embarrassment. She had just realized that rather a lot of her was exposed and her questing hands weren't finding the covers. 

"Um... Why are you in my bed..." She met Hana's eyes and began to blush. "...on Top of me?" she finished in a hushed tone.

Feeling her own cheeks heating up, Hana nonetheless held her gaze while answering.

"I saw you sleeping and... I... Thought I might have to kiss you." Hana moved ever so slightly closer as she spoke.

"Did you?" a whisper.

"Not yet."

"But... I just woke up." a plaintive whisper.

Hana blinked then burst into laughter. When she subsided she saw that Misaki was waiting to ask what was so funny.

"I'm basically laying on you now, telling you that I, your friend, who is a girl, am going to kiss you; and your biggest concern is morning breath?" Hana grinned all the while, revealing her pointy little canine teeth when she spoke.

Misaki favored her with a shy smile. Moving a hand up between them she pressed it to Hana's jaw, worming a fingertip between her lips to test the tip of one of those wicked canines. At first unsure, Hana opened her mouth when she caught on, baring her teeth. Shortly she took the investigating digit gently between her teeth, her smile turning vaguely predatory.

A thought struck her then and she let go of Misaki's finger.

"Oh, your mom's making breakfast." 

"I should get dressed and-" Misaki waved a hand vaguely, "whatever. I suppose you'll want to help."

Hana arched an eyebrow. "Making jokes now? You're still blushing, you know."

"I am the one in my underwear."

The predatory aspect returned to Hana's smile.

"Ohhh yeah." as if she had totally forgotten.

With that, Hana backed down Misaki's body. She trailed her hands down her captive's sides to her sweetly curved hips. Nuzzling her face against Misaki's tummy, nipping and kissing playfully, she practically purred.

"Mmmm... Cat got your tongue, Mi-mi chan?"

Misaki had been too overwhelmed even to voice an objection. Then she had found that while this whole business was a surprise, Hana's affectionate new attention did feel good. She rolled her eyes at 'Mi-mi chan' - a little pet name Hana used when being silly or poking fun at her. Misaki knew it was just a shortening of her name, but 'mimi' was Japanese for 'ears.' Hearing it, she always had an urge to reach up and check, as if there might be something wrong with them. 

Misaki reached a hand down to run her fingers into Hana's dreads. She spoke between little sounds of pleasure.

"Mmm... Hana. Just... Don't tease, okay?"

There was a pause as Hana absorbed this. While they had started out as friends and Hana had never overtly tried to change things, she had harbored a deeper attraction to Misaki for several months. Emotion welling up under her naughty intentions, she slid back up to rest her chin on Misaki's chest. 

"You... Really?" she asked, serious now. 

"I... Well-" Misaki began, staring into Hana's pale blue eyes uncertainly.

Taking Misaki's face suddenly in her hands, Hana pressed into a hot, passion fueled kiss. After a muffled squeak of surprise, Misaki returned the kiss. Both girls moaned softly as their tongues slid over each other and about each other's mouths. Misaki still had one hand worked into Hana's dreads and now placed the other over one of Hana's. The urgency of the kiss soon left them both aroused, but breathless.

When they parted, practically panting, Misaki saw tears welling in Hana's eyes. She must have looked concerned, because Hana cleared her throat and wiped desultorily at her eyes. She gave Misaki a long, soulful look, then dipped her head to kiss her again. This time, though, it was a painfully gentle, tender, and brief kiss on the lips. 

Hana crawled backward yet again. A hint of her earlier mischievousness quirking one corner of her mouth and smoldering in her eyes. 

Misaki tipped her head back, closing her eyes and murmuring sounds of pleasure as Hana kissed and nipped down the length of her torso. Moving further down, Hana licked and sucked at the insides of her shapely thighs, eliciting gasps. 

"Not too loud, okay? Don't want your mom coming up." Hana sounded half drunk on lust and whatever else she was feeling. Naturally after warning her to be quiet Hana promptly pressed her mouth and nose against Misaki's cotton covered mound, slowly grinding from side to side.

Misaki did her best to keep quiet. She was doing alright until Hana slid her now damp underwear off and began licking her clit. Beginning to squirm, she turned her head and pressed a corner of pillow to her face to muffle her cries. 

Hana smiled, flicking the tip of her tongue over her friends swollen bud. She pressed her lips firmly down around it and sucked rhythmically, still randomly licking. Meanwhile she ran a middle finger down along Misaki's sopping slit, to press at her opening. As her finger slowly sank in she was amazed at how hot and tight Misaki was inside. 

Hana slowly curled and uncurled her finger as much as Misaki's gripping tunnel would allow, rubbing at her G-spot. She felt muscles inside Misaki flutter and tense. 

"Nnph! Hana... mmp!...gonna cum..." Misaki pulled her face out of the pillow long enough to gasp out.

"Already?" Hana smiled, eyebrows raised. She kissed her friend lovingly on the inside of the thigh, feeling her hips begin to jerk and tremble. She moved her finger faster, grazing Misaki's clit with her thumb. "Mmm, go ahead Misaki. Cum for me."

Misaki nodded, gasping. "Oh...Hanna... Now... Now!" she pulled the pillow over her face again, crying out into it.

Misaki convulsed, hips thrusting up against Hana. Her insides spasmed, then clamped tight. Hana felt juices spurt violently around her finger to soak her hand and run up her forearm.

Misaki remained locked up like that, back arched and hips in the air for several seconds before slowly relaxing back onto the bed. She twitched and gasped when Hana gently removed her finger. Face a ruddy pink, she drew the pillow away and propped herself up on an elbow to look at Hana.

Crawling up to straddle Misaki's tummy, Hana smiled down at her friend. Watching her eyes, she brought her hand up and licked the warm juices from it, slowly sucking clean her middle finger. While most of her face was returning to a normal shade, Misaki's cheeks burned anew. Her expression, though, was only partly embarrassed modesty. As Misaki herself would have said in her online nerd terminology, she was experiencing 'feels.'

After one more quick kiss Hana climbed off of her friend and her bed to stand with hands on hips. She tried to affect a stern expression.

"Well, Ms. Yoshihara, I don't know what you've been up to, but you're running late and your mother is not going to be impressed. Your breakfast is probably getting cold right now. And your pussy is soaking wet."

"Shut up!" Misaki laughed, lobbing a pillow at Hana. She hopped up and scampered over to her bathroom. "It's your fault. My History book is on the desk. Stick it in my bag and bring me the clothes from the chair, please."

Finally making it downstairs the two found Mrs.. Yoshihara sitting at the kitchen table playing mahjong by herself with an ancient-looking set of tiles. 

"Better hurry along or you'll be late for school." she commented, glancing up. 

"Yeah, I was having Hana help me with a Trig problem I had trouble with. We lost track of time. We'll just eat breakfast on the way." Misaki fibbed.

Hana caught her eye and gave her a look.

Misaki stowed the little boxed lunch her mother hand fixed in her backpack. She and Hana each guzzled down a cup of lukewarm tea and took a few assorted moshi (rice cakes with filling) in paper towels. Misaki gave her mother a kiss on the cheek.

"You girls be careful. I'll see you after school." Mrs.. Yoshihara called after them as they left the house.

Once outside they walked briskly, snacking on the moshi. Hana nudged Misaki with her elbow.

"What was that? I suck at math. Trig problem. Pfft."

Misaki shrugged. "Meh. She wasn't really paying attention. But yeah. You do suck at math." Hana nudged her again playfully and they both giggled.



Monday Morning



It's Monday morning, early, and I'm dressed and about to head for the front door to start another week on the work treadmill. I realise I haven't kissed you goodbye so I turn on my heel and climb the stairs once more. 

I stop at the door to our room. I enter as quietly as I can, not wanting to waken you from your slumber. I stand at the door, eyes like saucers in my head, marvelling at how you can still take my breath away after all this time.

You've kicked the covers off you as you sometimes do and you're lying on your stomach as usual. The blinds are open and the sun is spilling in through the window and bathing you in its early morning gold, your pale skin is glowing in places, in stark contrast to the places where the light doesn't reach, both extremes combining to highlight your naked body to perfection.

I move to the bed, undressing as I go, Thankful for the thick carpet as I don't want to waken you - at least not yet.

I stand at the foot of out bed and gently begin to kiss you, working my lips and tongue from your ankles over your calves and onto the back of your thighs.

I place my hands between your thighs, gently parting your legs so my tongue slips easily between your legs and up to the centre of you. My eyes closed, guided only by the heat and the faint musky scent. I pause only to slip my arm around you, gently easing your ass up from the mattress and sliding two pillows under your stomach, raising your ass to my face while having my hands free to explore.

I gently lower my hands to your knees and part your legs even wider, my mouth watering when I spy your juices glistening between your semi parted lips. I press my hands onto your cheeks and being to massage, gently at first but becoming firmer, matching the state of my now throbbing cock, parting your cheeks as I knead the soft flesh, opening you to my tongue.

I lower my head, my tongue already twitching in anticipation, your full lips hanging in front of my face, your slit filled with a thin membrane of your cream.

After what seems like an eternity I lower my face further still and finally taste you, my tongue coated in your cream as I lick you from clit to ass and back again, long slow strokes of my flattened tongue, my nostrils filled with the scent of your unshowered cunt.

I hear you whimper in your sleep, your hips grinding against the pillows in time with my tongue and I raise myself onto my knees and rest the engorged head of my rigid cock at the entrance to your creamy cunt and with one fluid movement I ease myself in.

You waken fully now and try to turn to face me but I press down, lacing my fingers between yours and holding your arms above your head. I quicken my thrusts, pushing deeper, harder, faster, my mouth at your ear, telling you not to move, not to turn around, that you're mine to use, you're going to be a receptacle for my come this morning.

You wordlessly nod and raise your ass a little higher, inviting me deeper into your cunt, working your muscles to milk my cock, I release your right hand and move my hand between your legs so I can finger your clit.

It's now a race between us to see who will win out and make the other orgasm first. My balls slapping against your full thick lips as I pound into you, your muscles tightening even more as you try to empty me of my come, my fingers wildly circling your clit. 

Sweat dripping from my brow, muscles bunched from the effort and my balls crying out for release, I feel your body shudder and your muscles quiver as your orgasm begins to wash over you, your moans pushing me over the edge to sweet release and I empty all I have into your waiting cunt, collapsing onto you as I do. 

I reluctantly move to lift myself off you, feeling my come and your cream ooze out as I shift my position. I kiss you full on the mouth, with all the tenderness I have for you, then whisper I love you and leave you to resume your dreams as I head to work with my spirits soaring.



Monday Morning...after the meeting



Monday Morning...After the Meeting

I didn't go straight to the bar in the end but stopped off to thank my p.a. for doing such a good job at the meeting. We talked for a few minutes and then I remembered that I'd told Julia I had more plans for her and I didn't want to leave her alone in that mood for too long. I said that I'd probably be late back from lunch and then I set off to find my slut.

I Walked into the crowded room and looked around for her. Pushing my way through, I saw her at the packed bar waiting to be served. I moved up behind her standing slightly to her right, putting my left arm around her waist.

Immediately I began to harden at the thought of what I was going to do to her. I rubbed myself on her arse. She pushed back on me. Reaching down, I pulled at the hem of her skirt until I could gain access to her bare cunt. She gasped a little bit and tried to push me away. I pushed her even closer to the bar, tightening my arm round her waist, blocking her exit.

I whispered to her that she was going to be a good little slut and let me finger fuck her to orgasm right here in the crowded pub. She whispered 'no', but knew she would do it.

I felt her part her legs slightly to give me easier access and I moved round slightly so I could reach her clit.

Her juices were already flowing, I knew she liked this. She was an exhibitionist and the thought of all these people unaware of what we were doing, turned her on.

I pushed my middle finger deep inside her, making it wet, and began to finger fuck her. Pulling it out only to move upwards towards her clit, rubbing and flicking it in the way she liked. I had my head close to hers and whispered to her, explaining everything I was doing, using the basic sexual terms she liked to hear. Telling her what a slut she was, letting me do this to her, but a good slut.

It didn't take long.

Her orgasm was building, her legs starting to shake. I reminded her that she needed to ask permission.

Just as the bartender walked towards us, she leant back into me, whispering. I told her I couldn't hear her, she needed to talk louder. As he leaned forward to take our order she almost shouted ''baby please, let me cum for you''.

I answered her yes. The barman looked confused for a moment, then recognition dawned on his face and he backed off slightly. He watched in amazement as, pushing back against me, she came. Her eyes closed, mouth slightly open, chest heaving.

I whispered to her that he was still watching. She moaned loudly and bucked slightly beneath my hands, her orgasm coming and coming.

Finally I felt her relax. She turned her face towards me and I kissed her on the mouth.

Turning back to the bartender, she smiled innocently and ordered our drinks.



Monday Morning and at Work



So I am dressed, sort of, had my breakfast and coffee and I am on my way out the door.

"Beth, will you be seeing Shawn, its Shawn, right?"

"Probably."

My stomach just knotted up!

"How old is he Beth?"

"I don't know, he's a college senior on an internship."

"So he is like 21 to 23 or so?"

"I guess so."

"How old are you Beth?"

"You know how old I am!"

"Tell me anyway, humor me."

"I'm 29."

"Think he likes to see an older woman naked?"

"What do you think Rob!"

Rob grinned at me.

"Today, I want you to go see him at his desk. Tell him that what he can see is all you have on today. Prove it to him at his desk. And if he wants to take some more pictures for me, tell him he can do it. Understand?"

"I can't do that!"

"Of course you can, you just have to be a little careful Beth."

"He's threatened to send the pictures to the executives unless I do what he wants Rob, I am afraid of him, of this. He can get me fired in a minute."

"Tell him no vaginal sex or anal sex, anything else is on the table."

"ROB!"

Just do as you are told Beth and everything will be fine. He'll be gone in what, a couple of months?"

I just stared at him! My husband had just told me that I was going to do everything but fuck this kid! Rob turned to finish cleaning up from breakfast. 

"Let me know how it goes darling. Bye."

I was dumbfounded! I woodenly walked out our door to my car. I got in and drove off on autopilot. When I parked in the parking garage at work I sat there for a while, this can't be happening to me, I thought.

I got up and went into the job and sat at my desk, staring into space. Finally I was able to get myself up and make my morning tour of my department. I found where the little shit was on the tour. But I didn't stop there, I couldn't. I went back to my office and really thought about all of this. It wasn't like Rob, it just wasn't. Finally I thought, fuck Rob. Shawn has already seen me nude, it was just going a bit further, right?

I did what I could concentrate on for the next two hours and worked up my nerve. It was not easy either! Rob had sent me a voice mail on my cell phone and then called me at work to tell me to listen to it. I was told on the voice mail to go to Shawn's cubicle and while there with him to tell him I wasn't wearing any underwear. And if he wanted me to prove it, I was to prove it. That was what made it really not easy for me to get up and walk back to where he was. My own fucking husband telling me to show myself to this kid!

So after my initial fear of going around without panties or a bra, my fears of Shawn with the pictures, having them sent to Rob, the voice mail from Rob, listening to that was pretty scary and also a bit of a turn on, about a quarter to eleven I got up and started to Shawn's cubicle. I was pretty thankful to find the one's close to him empty. As I walked into the little space, he turned and grinned at me. He took out his cell phone and my stomach knotted up again.

"Hi Mrs. Johnson. What are you doing here?"

"I-I'm s-s-supposed to t-t-tell you s-s-something."

"What's that?"

"I-I d-don't have any underwear on."

He chuckled.

"Who told you to tell me that?"

"My h-husband."

He chuckled again.

"Well Mrs. Johnson, let's see if you are lying."

He moved me into a partially hidden corner of cubical and I, not without a little trepidation, unbuttoned my jacket and then my blouse. I closed my eyes, this was not at all like me! I held the jacket and blouse open so he could see my tits. I was totally embarrassed and humiliated, because my tits are not like they were when I was younger. They sag somewhat. But my nipples were at full erection! Then he had me lean my ass on the edge of the desk portion and lift my skirt up so he could see my pussy too, while leaving the jacket and blouse open. The little shit took two pictures!

"Looks as though someone trimmed you up Mrs. Johnson."

I was blushing as soon as I started unbuttoning my jacket, but that comment made my face feel like it was burning! And I was not happy at all that he took more pictures of me. I didn't even get a chance to tell him that he could if wanted to take pictures, he just did it.

"Anything else Mrs. Johnson?"

I was getting suspicious by this time that I was being set up. And I really didn't want to say what I was supposed to say next.

"No vaginal or anal sex, but anything else is, ah, all right."

"So Mrs. Johnson. So. If I wanted a blow job, that is all right?"

Now I am not a prude, but I am not promiscuous either. Rob wasn't my first like some women. But I had been absolutely faithful to him.

"I guess so."

"And if I wanted to touch you, that would be all right too?"

"I guess so."

And then, after hearing me say that, he stepped up to me and began feeling my breasts and nipples. After a bit of that, his hand went down to my pussy and he cupped it and then thrust a finger up inside me.

"My, Mrs. Johnson, you seem just a bit excited. Is that so?" "NO!"

"Your pussy tells me differently Mrs. Johnson. It's really wet."

I just stood there while he finger fucked me, staring over his shoulder, my hands clutching the edge of the cubicle desk, trying to keep from gasping or moaning. He set his cell phone down beside my hip and kept fingering me and his other hand squeezed my tits.

"I like your trim Mrs. Johnson and I like your body, these nice soft titties with stiff nipples and a nice warm and wet pussy."

I was struggling to keep from moving my hips on his finger when he withdrew it and stepped back. My face was burning up. I felt like a total slut! He turned me around and arranged my jacket and blouse so they were at my elbows, showing that I didn't have a bra on and he lifted my skirt in back so my ass was bare and showing. He took some more pictures, a couple with me looking over my shoulder. Then he fondled my bare ass for a while until we heard footsteps. I hurriedly pulled my skirt down and buttoned up my blouse. With my jacket still open I strode out of his cubicle, totally embarrassed and back to my office.

A bit later my phone rang. It was Shawn, telling me to check my cell. How did the little shit know my cell number? For that matter, how did he know Rob's cell number? I grabbed my purse and pulled out my cell phone, flipped it open and checked for messages. There was one from an unknown to me and I opened it. Horrified, I saw it was copied to Rob and opened it. Oh my fucking God! There I was in full glory, my jacket and blouse wide open, my tits in plain view, my skirt hiked up to my waist and my pussy showing between spread legs. In a fucking cubicle at work! I scrolled down the message, seeing another of me like that and three facing away with my bare ass filling the screen and then two with me looking over my shoulder, my ass still on show! Then there was some text.

Nice tits, Mrs. Johnson, and nice warm and wet cunt. Your ass is sort of big but nice and soft and smooth. Glad to see you trimmed that huge bush I saw last week. It was not very attractive. Your cunt looks much better now without that jungle you had. See you later today.

The little fuck! I called Rob immediately and he had already seen the pictures and was chuckling at Shawn's comments about me. Rob told me that I was doing well and he would see me tonight. Then he hung up on me. I spent the rest of the day, angry, then embarrassed and humiliated, wondering how Shawn knew so much about Rob and me. And wondering what else was going to happen today. Excited somewhat, angry, embarrassed and on pins and needles.

A little before five my phone rang and I answered it.

"Mrs. Johnson, stay in your office until I get there. Call your husband and tell him you'll be late getting home. Oh and go let your people know you are concerned about them and wish them good night."

Then he hung up. I was of two minds. I thought I should leave but the pictures, the damn pictures! I sure didn't want to go out and say good night to everyone but I did. As the last person in my department, I think, left, I didn't want to go back to my office, but I did that too. Shawn was seated in front of my desk. I closed the door, walked to my chair and sat down. He smiled at me.

"Take off your jacket, please."

I did and he took a picture of me. I was starting to get really nervous.

"Take off your blouse."

I did that too and he took another picture.

"Take off your skirt."

I did and he came to the side and had me turn to face him and took another picture of me. I was sitting in my chair in just thigh highs and sensible heels. He had this huge grin on his face. He had me stand up and turn around and the fucker wrote something on my ass! He blew on the writing to dry it faster and had me sit down to take off the rest. Then he had me crawl under my desk and he sat down in my chair.

"Go ahead."

Now so you understand I don't mind sucking Rob's cock. I do NOT like him finishing in my mouth, I hate it. But this wasn't Rob's cock, at home, in our bedroom. This was Shawn's cock and I was naked, under my desk, in the office at work! I was scared and nervous, afraid of being caught, ashamed of myself, embarrassed as hell and angry at both Rob and Shawn. Rob for telling me to do this, Shawn for expecting I would.

I hesitantly undid Shawn's belt, then his suit pants and pulled the zipper down. I folded the pants back and closed my eyes, fished in his boxers and gingerly pulled it out. He was stiff as a board! When I had it out I opened my eyes and looked at it. It wasn't huge, just normal sized like Rob. It was a cock. He tilted my head up by fingers under my chin. I knew that I didn't look happy. He was still grinning.

"Put it in your mouth and start sucking Mrs. Johnson."

I did. So I am down there, scared, naked and sucking a college cock and he tells me to sit up a little higher and I do and he starts fondling my tits and nipples. I'm trying to think of anything I can to not get turned on and I am failing to stop the good feelings from him playing with my tits. I am sucking harder and stroking him with one hand and cupping his balls like I do with Rob. Jesus Christ!

Next thing I know both his hands on the sides of my head and then, surprise, surprise, he shoots in my mouth. I start hitting his legs and another surprise, he holds my head tighter so I can't get off him. He finishes and keeps holding my head, I am gagging a little and he chuckles. I want to kill him!

"Swallow."

I can't talk with his cock in my mouth, so I try to shake my head from side to side letting him know that I am not swallowing.

"What's your boss's email again?"

I glare up at him, if looks could kill.....

"Or maybe I could just leave......with your clothes."

I close my eyes again and he's still got a grip on my head and I swallow, gagging and he laughs, the bastard! I finally choke it down, gagging all the time. He lets go of my head and I almost whack it on the underside of the desk when I jerk back. 

"You bastard!"

He just grins at me.

"Get up on the desk, facing me, legs on either side of me."

I do what I am told. He sits in my chair with me bare ass naked perched on the edge of the desk and he takes both hands and pulls me wide open!

"Your cunt looks nice and wet Mrs. Johnson."

Then he sticks two fingers up me and starts slowly thrusting them in and out. I am fighting the good feelings he is giving me like crazy but after I don't know how long, I am grasping his shoulders and humping my ass on his fingers and he is chuckling. He takes his other hand and peels back my hood so my clit is in the open and starts rubbing that while finger fucking me. I go nuts and am humping my ass as fast as I can and then I explode! I am twitching and jerking on my desk top and he is giggling as he watches me. I finally stop and he stands up. His cock is half hard again and grasps it and rubs the tip up and down my slit.

"No! Don't!"

He grins at me and just rubs some more and he gets hard all the way again.

"I won't stick it in unless you ask me to stick it in, Mrs. Johnson."

"Please stop, please."

He rubs the tip over my clit and my mind is screaming, afraid he is going to push it inside me. Shawn has pushed my upper body back so that I am leaning on my hands and his cock head is rubbing between my lips. I can feel my moisture trickling down between my cheeks. I take one hand and push on his chest to try and keep him from getting inside me. He just keeps rubbing the tip on me and smirking. Every now and then the tip finds my opening and just barely eases in a bit. I am almost crying, begging him to stop and he comes again.

The fucker blows his second load all over my pussy and the last spurt, he has the tip right at my hole, spurts right inside me. Now I do start bawling and he calmly wipes himself off on my thigh and puts himself away, zips up fastens his pants and belt. He takes the marker he had written on my ass with and wrote wet cunt on my belly, turned me around and wrote something on my lower back and then turned me again until I was seated on my desk again.

"See you tomorrow Mrs. Johnson."

And then he leaves me, naked and totally upset. I, like an idiot, sat on top of my desk, crying, then sniffling, then stopped. I looked at my lower belly and felt my lips trembling as I saw sperm splattered all over my lips and pubic hair. I got up and dressed and then went to the ladies room to try to wipe it off. Did the best I could and then went to my car and drove home.

I parked in the garage and went into the kitchen where Rob met me.

"Take off your clothes."

"I don't want to, I need a shower."

"Take. Off. Your. Clothes."

So I did and Rob started laughing because I had not been able to get the writing off my body. He was laughing looking at "wet cunt" on my belly and he had me turn around and laughed harder when he saw what was written on my back and ass. I burst into tears and grabbed my clothes and ran upstairs. I threw my clothes in the bedroom and jumped in the shower. I scrubbed and scrubbed and the writing wouldn't wash off! I finally gave up and dried off. Then I looked over my shoulder in the mirror and gasped. On my lower back was written "good cock sucker" and on my ass was "fat ass". I started bawling again. The fucker had used permanent marker and God only knew how long it would take to wear off!

Rob called me from downstairs to come down. I didn't want to go downstairs but I figured if I refused he would just come up and drag me down. So after a bit, I went downstairs and was horrified to see Marilyn and Bob. The both burst out laughing when they saw "wet cunt" on my belly and when Rob sent me to get beer for them, went into hysterics seeing "good cock sucker" and "fat ass" on my back and ass.

And then when I had given them their beers, he made me stand in front of them and tell them everything. His face tightened a little when he heard that Shawn had come on me and shot his last spurt inside me. I was totally humiliated! I don't think he was too happy. Marilyn thought it was hilarious, Bob just grinned like a fool. Eventually Rob's face relaxed but he asked them if I was a bad girl. They said I had to be, only a bad girl would allow everything to be done to her that I had.

So, Rob spanked me in front of them! I could have died of shame and humiliation! After a ton of embarrassing and humiliating comments and my ass getting spanked to a nice warm red, they left.

Rob then had me sit and spread my legs and he fucked me, right on the couch in our front room. I came a lot! And so did he, then he made me make some dinner with his come leaking out and running down my legs. He wouldn't let me clean up!

He did me again after dinner, his cock wouldn't go down! He stayed hard all evening, even after coming. We went to bed and he screwed me again and during the night I woke up to find him sticking his cock in me again. It had been years since he was so aroused with me. I loved the attention, but hated what had caused it!

Four times in one night! It was glorious but when I woke up I was so sore!

I was tired and it was only Tuesday and I had to go to work again and I didn't want to go. I wanted to call in sick but Rob wouldn't let me. I am not sure that I am going to really enjoy the next two months, not sure at all......



Monday Morning at the Office



This is the fourth part in a continuing series that started with "Show and Tell Dinner", "Job Interview with a Twist", and "Shoppin at the Mall". If you like this story, please read the others, and feedback is always welcome.

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She cursed the morning weather under her breath as she maneuvered around other drivers in the torrential down pour. She had woken up to a beautiful stream of sunshine. Expecting another glorious spring day she had dressed in a light cottony dress that was still a little too cool for this early spring. She didn't care about being cool, she was hoping that by dressing for summer, she could force the season to arrive that much sooner.

Again she cursed as an unobservant driver cut her off. She had expected sunshine, instead she got this rotten spring rain. And be damned with the May flowers. To top it off, the rain was coming down in sheets, and had been ever since two minutes after leaving her house. Aggravated at the Monday morning weather's lack of cooperation, Katie pulled into a parking spot farther from the office door than normal. On a brighter note she saw that Kyle's rain sensible pickup was already in its usual spot. At least he was already there.

She paused with her hand on the door handle. Her dress really was quite thin. With the rain coming down like it was, her dress was going to be soaked by the time she got to the front door. Not that it was a major concern, except that it would also probably be see through by that time. Once again, that wouldn't be a problem, except Kyle's office was in a building with six others, and somebody other than Kyle might see her before she could sneak into his office.

Vainly, she looked into the back seat, hoping that somehow she had left her umbrella in the back seat since last fall. Of course, it wasn't there. Looking at her dashboard clock she considered waiting. She was early enough that she still wouldn't be late, but she doubted the weather would clear in the few minutes she had left. She'd driven in it from her house all the way here, and looking up there didn't seem to be a break in the clouds anywhere. Not that she could really see the clouds through all the rain.

Sucking in a deep breath to brace herself for the inevitable she pulled the latch on the door. Somebody was just going to get a lucky peek at her drenched body and there was nothing she could do about it, so they'd better enjoy it. She ducked her head reactively as she slid out into the rain and began sprinting for the front door of the office. Sprinting as best she could in three inch heels, anyway.

Half way there someone called out to her. She looked up and saw Kyle dashing towards her, a coat in his hands. He met her on the sidewalk and threw the coat over her head, shielding her from the driving rain. He sprinted ahead of her and opened the front door, letting her dash inside into the relative dryness of the interior. She slipped the coat from her head to her shoulders where she was able to wrap it around herself.

Looking down she saw that she had been right. The short time she'd been unsheltered in the rain had been enough to drench her dress and make it stick to her like a second skin. She was thankful that Kyle wore long coats and was taller than she, or otherwise her panties would be seen by everyone they ran across in the hallways, and she didn't want them to see the panties she had selected to wear to work. As it was, his coat hung well past her rump and more towards mid-thigh.

"Sorry about that," Kyle apologized. "I went upstairs and unlocked the door before I realized you hadn't arrived yet. I thought I'd come back down and make sure you got in okay. Guess I was a little late."

"You were right on time. My hero." She batted her eyelashes at him and earned a bright smile. His smile warmed her through her wetness and made a tingle down low that threatened to make her wet from the inside out.

The walk to the elevator was swift and uneventful. She always took the elevator, but Kyle liked the stairs, using them as an extra edge to keep his fitness. Luckily no one was about in the hallways on the dreary Monday morning, so she could relax her guard. They were probably in their offices huddled around a heater trying to dry off. As soon as the elevator doors were shut and carrying them to the third floor she slipped the coat from her shoulders and shook it out. She knew Kyle would be able to notice just how sheer her dress had become in the rain, and she hoped he'd like it. Maybe some good could come of the rotten weather, anyway.

"Sorry about your coat," she told him. Katie looked up and noticed for the first time that he, too, was sopping wet. His own dress shirt clung to his naturally tanned skin while rivulets of rain water ran down out of his hair and into his collar. Her breath caught in her throat at the sight. He looked like a swarthy riverman straight from a stormy sea to snatch her up. If he did snatch her up, she didn't think she'd be able to resist.

He looked at her with the same eyes she gave him. "Don't worry about it. If I didn't want to get it wet, I wouldn't have given it to you."
 Just then the elevator stopped. Katie just managed to get the coat back around her before the doors opened. There was no one outside the elevator, but she hugged the coat close anyway. Kyle motioned her through the door, holding the sliders to make sure the door didn't close on her. She smiled a thank you and stepped out into the corridor. Her second step into the tiled corridor landed wrong. The water on the bottom of her shoe skimmed against the freshly waxed tile and flew into the air ahead of her. Trying to catch herself with her other foot, the high heel betrayed her, rolling her ankle and sending her plummeting for the ground. She braced herself as best she could for the unforgiving impact, but it never came. Instead she was swept up into the air, embraced in Kyle's arms. She was about to thank him when the pain in her ankle came crashing through her senses. A small cry of pain slipped from her lips, earning a concerned look from Kyle.

"Ankle?" Kyle asked. Being in the martial arts and wrestling for as long as he had, he didn't really even need to ask. He'd already seen her go down and knew exactly where she was hurt. She nodded, biting her lip against the pain throbbing in her leg. "Well then, lets get you inside and see just how bad it is."

He carried her all the way to the office. Katie was impressed, even through the fog of pain. He wasn't that big of a guy, but still he carried her in arms that never dipped or swayed. Not only that, but he wasn't even breathing hard under the added exertion when they reached the door, a testament to just how much attention he paid to his physical fitness.

Reaching out with a hand he unlatched the door, then kicked it open the rest of the way. Once again Katie was impressed that Kyle had been able to balance on one foot, kick the door, and step through all in one smooth fluid motion, even with her added weight. If her ankle hadn't hurt so bad, she would have jumped out of his arms right then, wrapped her legs around him, and rubbed herself on his pole until his knees gave out with the pleasure.

"Alright," he said, laying her on the couch in the confence room. "First the ankle, then the wet clothes. Sit up for me, please." He helped her sit up before kneeling and taking her foot into his lap. He slipped her shoe off her foot and began twisting her foot different directions and asking her if it hurt. Of course most of it did, but she managed to stay polite about it. He slipped her other shoe off and stood her up, asking her to take a few steps for him. He held his hand out to support her as she hobbled about, putting as much weight as she dared on the foot.

He sat her down again and walked over to the freezer. He filled a ziplock bag with ice and returned to her with a dishtowel in his hand. He wrapped the towel around the baggie once, then placed it against Katie's ankle. She inhaled at the sudden chill, but didnt' move back. "Ice it for about twenty minutes, then we'll look at it again. It's probably just sprained, but we can take you to the doctor anyway if it'd make you feel better. Although he'd probably just give you a few aspirin and the same advice that I could give you."

"What advice is that?" She'd been acutely aware of Kyle's hands on her legs and feet. Even through the pain, his touch had sent a special shiver of delight down her spine.

"R.I.C.E. Rest, Ice, Compress, and Elevate. So I would suggest you avoid wearing high heels for the next week or so, and even then make sure they're low heels." She watched his body move under his rain soaked clothes as he brought a chair to rest in front of her. "Here set your leg up on that. Feel better?"

She smiled an affirmitive. Katie was quite happy and content to let Kyle fuss and care for her. His attention brought a warm glow from within her. He looked at her and a lopsided grin spilled across his face. "You look like a drowned rat."

Her lips tried to frown at him, but she simply couldn't repress the smile. "You don't look any better." She knew it was a lie, and her voice quivered just enough that she thought he might be able to pick up on it.

"I don't, huh? Looking at you, I find that hard to believe. Give me a sec to find us some dry clothes." She watched his slim rear as he glided from the room. Kyle never seemed to just walk, he either swaggered or glided. In public, he tended to swagger a bit, not enough to be macho, but enough that people knew he had the confidence to walk the way he did. In private, he tended to glide, like a cat after a mouse, and just as silent. She couldn't even begin to count the number of times he had scared her by unknowingly sneaking up on her. Kyle must've already worn a year off of her life with all the jumping he had caused her.

Katie didn't waste the time that he was gone. She wanted him, needed him, but she wanted him to feel the same way. It was strange, in a way, that after only one weekend she almost felt like she loved him. She wasn't going to repress her feelings, though. Life was too short to hide true feelings.

Leaning forward she unzipped her dress. Lifting her butt enough to get the skirt out from under her resulted in some brief discomfort, but was worth it. Kyle returned to find her clad in only the bra and panty set she had bought for him the day before. He paused in the doorway, his mouth agape with startled lusts.

He finally managed to mutter a, "Wow" before recollecting his wits. "Here, I found these old sweatshirts and shorts in my office. The sweatshirts are going to be a little big, but the shorts have a drawstring so they should fit alright. Sorry I couldn't find anything warmer for your legs, but that's all I have."

"That's fine, I feel comfortable the way I am."

His eyes traveled up and down her figure. "I see that. Here, I fetched a clean towel for you, too."

She took the offered towel and pressed it to her hair. Kyle watched as her breasts bobbed against the restraint of the dark blue, half cut bra with each raise of her arms. He could already taste her sweet flesh. He shook his head to clear it. "Ummm...I guess I should get to work. Feel free to hang out in here for as long as you need to."

He turned to leave when she stopped him. "Wait, you're still in your wet clothes, too." His hands unconsciously smoothed the damp shirt against his skin, trying to remove the wet wrinkles. Katie licked her lips as his nipples stood out under the fabric. "Come here, I'll help you take it off. I'm sure its sticky by now."

"Give me a sec," he told her, heading out of the conference room to lock the front door. Before returning to the room he removed his pants. He'd done a little shopping of his own over the weekend, and hoped she'd like what he bought.

Katie grinned ear to ear even as her pussy muscles squeezed tightly when he reentered the room. He was naked from the thighs down, which was where the dress shirt left off. He had unbuttoned his shirt down to his navel, exposing his hard and scuplted chest, while leaving his waist and groin a mystery.

"Now you've spoiled it," Katie pouted. "Now I don't want to take your shirt off."

Kyle grinned at her, moving between her and the chair. He kneeled before her and gently placed a soft kiss against the inside of her thigh. She let out a long breath, her body tingling from the touch. "I'll just have to spoil you, then," he told her in that voice that only he had. A voice that oozed sexiness and promised lustful satisfactions.

She only smiled warmly at him as his mouth once again descended to her taut skin. He hovered above her, letting his hot breath wash over her bare skin. Just when she thought he wasn't actually going to kiss her, he placed his lips against her smooth thigh. Gently he pinched his lips together and sucked her tender flesh into his mouth. He sucked at the morsel longingly, like it was a sweet dreg of wine meant to last.

Katie's flesh was alive and tingling when he released his lip lock on her skin. She had no time to regain her breath before he did it again. It felt wonderful, and her body reacted to it intensely. Katie could feel the heat in her pussy increasing to a boiling intensity. She thought if she looked down she'd be able to see her cunt juices rising from her in a thick cloud of steam. But she didn't look down. She only kept her eyes closed and let Kyle please her as he thought best.

Kyle never increased speed, taking long moments to pull each inch of flesh into his mouth, only to be released and replaced with another long pull. With his nose so close to Katie's groin, he could smell her increasing lusts as her juices flowed in her warm love canal. He had to practice his own restraint to not simply dive into her snatch and bury his face in her hot folds.

When his mouth finally did hover inches from her wet pussy she squeezed his head between her hands. She pulled his head up from her thighs and huskily whispered to him, "Uh uh, doctor. You took too long in your treatment, I'm going to need a much bigger pill."

His hands slipped under the waistband of her panties and began pulling them down her thighs and off her legs. He stared into her magnificent pussy, torn between licking the sweet nectar and plunging his hard length into her. Instead, he rose from between her legs to stand towering over her. Unbuttoning his shirt he finally revealed his new purchase.

Katie stared at the briefs he was wearing, her mouth open with lust. The black briefs were dark against his skin, bringing out his natural tan. The briefs themselves were high hipped, making her wonder if they had a full back or just a thong. In front, his manhood stood massive and erect under the thin material, bulging the bikini briefs outward and displaying the head of his cock where it poked above the flimsy briefs.

Irresistably she sat up enough to hook her fingers into the waistband of his briefs. She slowly pulled the material down, unveiling his beautiful manhood a fraction of an inch at a time. Her eyes drank in the sight of his glorious rod. When his cock and scrotum were finally freed of the encasing material her mouth descended on his stiff prick which was now pointed directly at her under its own weight. She kissed the head lightly, pushing his underwear down and off with her hands and uninjured foot.

Her kisses were as slow and methodical as his had been where she placed wet kiss after wet kiss on his shaft and soft mushroom head. Before she was done she could feel his cock throbbing hungrily beneath her lips. She was about to wrap her lips fully around his engorged cock head when he seized her head between his hands as she had done to him earlier.

"Nuhuh. This pill isn't taken orally," he chastised her. Leaning down he wrapped his arm around her waist. Lifting gently he turned her so they could lay on the couch together. Her foot slipped from the chair and might have hit the ground painfully, but he reacted quickly to catch it. "I thought I told you to elevate your ankle?"

He wrapped his hand around her other calf and lifted both of her legs into the air together, lifting and spreading Katie's sopping pussy at the same time. She smiled and reached around her own legs, pulling her pussy lips open, inviting Kyle to enter. Kyle positioned his hips over her and pushed slowly downward, entering her pussy one straining inch at a time.

She gasped in ragged breaths as her vaginal walls were once again stretched. After a few minutes of work he was fully sheathed inside her steaming opening. "Ooohh yeah," she moaned. "That's the treatment every girl deserves. Give it to me." And he did.

He lifted his hips, only to drive them back down onto her. She grunted her pleasure and begged him to do it again. Without hesitation he lifted again and drove down into her forcefully enough to bounce his ball sac against her anus. Reaching around her waist and under her legs, she placed a hand on Kyle's sac, massaging his balls as he worked against her.

Kyle soon found a rhythm on her, driving himself into her wet hole. She bounced between Kyle and the couch with every thrust, caught between a rock and a soft place. He let go of one leg which Katie swiftly wrapped around Kyle's body, pulling him harder into her with each breath stealing thrust. Katie's pussy spread with every push, spread wider and assaulted deeper by each stroke of Kyle's throbbing manhood.

Just when she thought she'd need him to stop so she could regain her breath, an orgasm hit her hard enough to make her scream. She cried out with the need the orgasm had for Kyle's rigid pole. Tilting her hips she leveraged upward, forcing him even deeper into her. He relentlessly drove into her until his own body offered up a lustful groan that was swiftly followed by a hot spurting that filled her to the brink. She wiggled her hips, using her hot, pulsing cunt to milk his fetid sperm spewer.

When his cock was done spewing the last of its sticky fluid into Katie's warm, recieving interior, they collapsed together in a hot ball of lust sated flesh. "Wow," she muttered from under him. "That was one hell of a pill. I can't even feel my ankle anymore. Or most of my body."

His breath spilled warm and moist against her neck as he talked, "The best part is that you don't need to go to a pharmacy to fill the prescription. It's an over the desk drug. And it always cums in the same dosage."

"Mmmm. And how regularly should it be taken, doctor?"

"Every several hours, depending on pain frequency."

"With this kind of medicine on the market, I should get hurt more often."

He was going to reply when the phone rang, reminding them that they were supposed to be working, not delving in personal pleasures. Kyle reluctantly pulled his softening flesh from Katie's warm cunt, rose from the couch, and dashed out of the room. Katie watched his naked backside as it disappeared through the doorway. Seeing his naked form made another warm tingle in her loins. Even so soon after an orgasm, just seeing his naked body was enough to turn her on. Absently she reached down to stroke the refreshed tingle, and slid her fingers into the sticky mess that her and Kyle's cums had made. She swirled her fingers in the mixed cums before raising them to her lips and sucking them down her throat. She had her fingers in her cunt again when Kyle returned to the room.

Katie openly stared at his cock where it hung limp and seemingly lifeless between his legs. Even when he was standing only a few feet away she didn't look up at him, just his flaccid manhood, amazed that even now it seemed incredibly thick. He cleared his throat to get her attention. Slowly her eyes slid up his tight abs and smooth chest to meet his smiling face. "Don't worry, it'll be ready to give you another treatment in a little while. For now, I found this ankle wrap. I thought I'd put one in the first aid kit, but I hadn't been sure. Have you ever wrapped an ankle before?"




Monday Morning at the Office



She shook her head no. "Alright, then after you've iced the swelling out of the ankle I'll teach you how." He stood up and picked his clothing up from the floor. "Let me go get cleaned up, then we'll do the same for you, okay?"

Again Katie nodded. She could refuse him nothing. It was like every time he fucked her, another part of her will to resist him faded away. There wasn't much will in the first place, so she knew that soon she would do anything he asked of her. It scared her in a way, but pleased her, too. Kyle really was a genuine nice guy, so she knew he would never take advantage of her, but there was always that chance that maybe she wouldn't have enough faculties left to defend herself properly when the time came.

She sighed, clearing her mind. What would come, would come. And hopefully cum a lot. She grinned at her own silly joke and adjusted the ice pack on her ankle. The ice had nearly melted, so she hobbled over to the sink and poured the water out.

"Need some help?" Kyle asked from less than a foot away.

Katie had never heard him enter the room. She nearly jumped out of her skin, causing her to strike her injured ankle sharply against the cabinet. She collapsed with a shriek of pain. Kyle was nearly as startled by her reaction as she was. He only just collected her into his arms before she hit the ground. Once again, he lifted her into the air, this time concious of her naked body cradled in his arms.

Air hissed through Katie's teeth as the pain throbbed down her lower leg and past her ankle. "Sorry about that. I always forget that I sneak up on you. I didn't mean to scare you."

Katie rested her head against Kyle's shoulder, feeling the warmth of his body against her. "I know. And I forgot to keep an eye on the door so I wouldn't be surprised. Thanks for catching me, again. You seem to be making a habit of it."

"Well, it doesn't matter, I don't mind catching you. In fact, I enjoy it. It gives me a nice excuse to hold your exsquisite body against me."
 Katie nestled back into the couch as Kyle set her down. "Exquisite, hm? You really think so?"

"Know so." Katie beamed a smile up at him from where she lay. She really did look quite good, lying naked on the couch, the hills of her tits wrapped in a skimpy bra, her lower body naked except for their combined cums drying on her thighs. Kyle handed her the towel so she could clean up without getting up from the couch again. "I'm going to go grab some aspirin. Be right back. I'll yell when I come back through the door."

True to his word, he called out her name as he came through the door. "Why don't you take these and have a little nap in here. Then if you're feeling better you can come back to work later. If not, you can go home. If your ankle hurts too bad to drive, I can take you home and pick you up in the morning, okay?"

She smiled an affirmitive. Kyle fetched the blanket from the closet where he kept it for emergencies and laid it across her. Quietly, he shut the conference/break room door behind him.

To her credit, Katie really did sleep. The nap was restorative and left her refreshed and feeling warm and fuzzy. She peeked over at the wall clock to check the time. It was almost noon. Kyle would be heading to lunch soon.

A long luxurious stretch over took her, and she stretched her enitre body from head to toe, rolling on the couch like a great cat. The stretch also brought the pain in her ankle flaring up, which until now had been kept at bay by the aspirin and sleep haze. She hobbled to her feet and walked to the counter where Kyle had set the bottle of aspirin.

"Feeling better?" Kyle asked from the doorway. Katie jumped, startled, but nearly as bad as if he'd been standing right behind her. From the doorway he admired her backside, and then more as she turned towards him, completely nude. She must have removed her bra before sleeping, because now her breasts hung free against her ribs.

"Yes, thank you. I take it our clothes are dry?" Pointing out that Kyle had his dress shirt back on. It looked a little rumpled, but still more professional than an old sweatshirt. He nodded and pointed to her dress which was draped over the back of a chair.

"I was wondering if you were hungry. I thought you might like to go out. Maybe go somewhere with a fabulous dessert to help make you feel better."

A grin spread across her face. He knew she couldn't resist dessert, and that ice cream was her favorite sympathy food. It would be all she needed to pick her day up from the crap it had been in the morning. Well, maybe she would need a little more to finish the day out right, but she wouldn't rush anything.

"Okay. I need to use the ladies room, then I'll get dressed and be ready to go." Kyle nodded his approval and walked out of the room towards his office. He had the perfect restaraunt in mind for their lunch, but it would require a little forethought on his part.

He slipped his shoes off even as he picked up the phone to dial the restaraunt. As he told them who he was and which table he'd like, and at what time, he slipped his socks off. Barefoot, he slipped his shoes back on. Thanking the hostess on the other end of the line, he set the phone back into its cradle.

Katie appeared in the doorway, as if on cue. She was once again in her thin dress, holding her shoes in her hand while trying to balance on one foot. Noticing Kyle's concerned look she told him, "It's alright. I'm just going to need some help getting to my car. I have some flats in there that will be little less painful. They won't match, but I'm tough enough to deal with that, I think." She frowned at her dress, as if by showing it disapproval it would change colors for her.

"Okay, let me help you wrap that ankle and then we'll be on our way." He did, and then they were.

For the first time in as long as he could remember his eyes didn't have to adjust to the dim interior of restaraunt. Outside, the rain had abaited for a while, but the thick storm clouds held the daylight to a dusk level. On the inside, soft electric faux candles set on the walls lit the interior in a soft glow. The restaraunt was actually a converted house, but it was still a beautiful place to eat, and the owners had fancied it up a bit to hide its origins. The floor had the thickest carpet allowed a restaraunt, while the tables were set with real plates, silverware, and tablecloths that hung nearly to the floor.

The hostess, Karen, spotted him instantly and ushered him through the large formal dining area to a smaller room in the rear that was reserved as a smoking section and overflow seating. She took him straight back to the booth he'd requested. She had questioned him on the phone if that's really where he wanted to sit, but he had said it was. The hostess knew he wasn't a smoker, so she'd had to double check to make sure she had the right booth.

She had it right, of course. Kyle knew that the Monday lunch crowd was always light, and the number of people in the smoking section were always few to begin with. Putting the two together he now got what he'd wanted, a completely empty room. Except for Katie and him, of course.

Kyle helped Katie take her seat, directing her into a seat that would have her facing away from the door. He seated himself while Karen rattled the daily specials and walked away. As soon as the hostess was gone, the waitress was there smiling down at Kyle.

Reactively, he rose again and wrapped the slender girl in a big hug. She returned the hug, squeezing him tightly enough to let him know she was happy to see him. So happy, in fact, that he could feel the hard points of her nipples pressing into his ribs. He separated from her with a smile and offered introductions.

"Katie, this is Mandy. Mandy, Katie. Katie here is my favorite co-worker, and Mandy is the finest waitress this restaraunt has ever had."

Mandy actually blushed a little at the compliment. Kyle eating at the restaraunt meant a lot to her, and she missed it when she wasn't working a shift when he came in to eat. He had been the first table she had ever waited on all by herself after her training, and even though she'd screwed up everything that could be screwed up, still he had made her feel better and left the biggest tip she'd ever heard of. Since then, she'd made it a point to wait his table. Not just because he was the biggest tipper she had, but because he was also the nicest customer she had. Some days, if it hadn't been for him showing up, she would have quit. He was just that nice of a guy.

"I'm glad somebody thinks I'm a decent waitress."

His voice hardened to hold a stern, threatening edge, "I'm sure everybody thinks your an excellent waitress. And if they think differently, you point 'em out to me and I'll be happy to rearrange their attitude for them." He smiled at the end, making light of his own tough guy attitude.

"Thank you, I'll make sure I do that. What can I get you guys to drink?"

Kyle just wanted a water, but Katie ordered a Long Island iced tea. "Pain killer," she explained. Seeing Mandy's mystified look she continued, "I sprained my ankle. I might have hurt myself more if Kyle hadn't been there to save me."

Mandy smiled warmly at Katie, "He has a way of being there when you need him, doesn't he."

"Sure does," Katie conspiratorally replied.

Kyle cleared his throat and Mandy disappeared to get the drinks, giggling over her shoulder. Katie and Kyle had a few minutes of small talk before Mandy returned with the drinks. "Honestly Kyle, you saved my day again."

"Really? What'd I do now?"

"You're my only customer. I was all set to go home until Karen told me you were coming. Then I just knew I had to stick around."

"Well, I'm glad you did. Otherwise Katie and I would have to fight to get the same service you give us."

Mandy smiled at him and leaned down to give him a peck on the cheek. "You're so sweet. I'll be back in a few minutes to take your orders."

Katie watched Kyle's eyes drifted to Mandy's rear as the young waitress walked away. She might have been jealous, except she thought that his eyes kept moving around the room, meaning he'd done it without really thinking about it. He was simply attracted to her, and she to him. How much so, however, Katie couldn't tell. Kyle had a way of hiding his emotions in other emotions. Smiling when he was angry was a classic example. Now his eyes flitted around the room, like he was nervous.

Katie took a sip of tea and the movement brought Kyle's attention back to her. Kyle looked at her in that soulful way of his that used to make her uncomfortable, but now made her feel like a cat in sunlight. When she'd first met Kyle she thought he used to stare at people to the point of being rude, but now it was just the way he perceived the world. He liked studying people, and would look at them with his deep brown eyes for long minutes before moving on. If women noticed him looking, they usually took as a sign that he was hitting on them. He really was that good looking. Guys spotting him would get uncomfortable, either becoming irritable or trying to hide their own eyes from his gaze.

Now, however, those deep brown eyes were focused on her, drinking in her skin, hair, dress, and body movement. In the dim light his eyes nearly appeared black, so dark that his irises seemed to be swallowed up by his pupils. When his eyes turned that color she thought he could see through her, into her soul like it was a book for him to read.

Katie sat and held the book of her soul up for him to read. She loved when he looked at her like that. Picking up the menu she let him continue to gaze at her, not bothering to distract him with small talk. Looking up from her menu she found that his expression had changed slightly. Changed in some way that made her body react lower than her growling stomach. Before she could revel in this new change Mandy returned.

"Ready to order?"

Katie was slightly disappointed that Mandy had returned. She had been hoping to react to Kyle's gaze in some way. "Oh no, I'm not. It'll just take me a second. Why don't you take Kyle's order first?"

Kyle slid over in his seat, leaving his arm on the back of it. "Why don't you have a seat? Take a load off while you wait."

Mandy smiled and slid into the booth, sliding over to place herself well within the reach of Kyle's arm where it rested behind her. She rested her elbows on the table, cupping her chin in her palms. "Did you notice anything different about me?"

Kyle hated that question, and if it had been anyone but Mandy asking he might have told them something snide about the increase in the size of their backside. But it was Mandy, and he'd known her since she was just starting at the restaraunt at sixteen. Her youthful passions never failed to infect him, even though he was only about a decade older than her. "You wore your hair down like I like it."

Katie glanced up, a tiny spark of jealousy flaring within her. Then two things happened at once. She realized Kyle was simply teasing her, and something touched the inside of her leg. Assuming her skirt had slipped she reached down to replace it when she felt something warm and solid. She looked up at Kyle, startled. Mandy noticed the swift head movement and Katie was forced to hide her surprise by scratching at her eye.

Mandy turned her attention back to Kyle. "Uh uh. Try again."

Kyle's foot stroaked against the inside of Katie's thigh. Years of groundfighting had taught him how to use his foot like a hand, and now all that practice became evident as Katie felt her juices beginning to flow. "You're a week older than that last time I saw you," Kyle mockingly guessed again.

Mandy giggled. "No. Fine, if you're not going to guess I'll show you." She held her hand out to Kyle, and now he had a close up look at the ring on her finger. He had spotted it earlier, but hadn't mentioned it yet. It wasn't just a standard department store costume jewelry ring that any teenager would buy. It was a real ring, engagement quality. He might have asked who the lucky guy was, but she was wearing it on her right hand.

"Wow. That's a chunk of mineral. Why'd you ever get that?"

"Because of you."

Katie glanced up quick enough to see Kyle start. Or, stop, really. When something social surprised Kyle he had a tendency to freeze whatever he was doing. She had to turn her attention back her menu when Kyle's foot started up the stroking again on the inside of her thigh.

"What do you mean by that?"

She beamed with her own pride. "I've saved every tip you've ever given me and set it aside. When I finally had enough set aside, I went and bought this ring as a birthday present from you to me."

"That doesn't really count as a present from me. I didn't know you were having a birthday, and I didn't select a gift for you with my own free will. How old are you now?"

"I turned eighteen last week. Your tip from last week was the last little bit I needed to get the ring."

Kyle's eyes rolled in his head as he did the math. He usually left a very sizeable tip, and averaged seeing her once every other week. Finally settling on a rough amount of how much she must have spent he whistled softly. "That's quite the ring, then. Shouldn't you have saved the money for college or a car or something?"

She shook her head. "No, mother. I don't think so." Suddenly she became very serious. "You've been so beautiful to me, I thought I should get something beautiful to reflect that."

Katie would've considered puking at the soap opera pick up line, but Kyle's toes so close to her tingling pussy kept her mind more on herself and her self control. "Well, you certainly did a nice job of picking how to show it. You never told me you were having a birthday."

"I wanted to get this before I told you, so you wouldn't feel obligated to get me a present."

He gave her a churlish grin. "Who says I was going to give you a present?"

Katie cleared her throat to interrupt them and to make sure she had control of her voice. "I'm ready to order."

Suddenly Mandy realized how close she had moved towards Kyle. They had leaned into each other as they talked, and now their faces were less than a foot away. Embarassed, Mandy swiftly stood and pulled the order pad from her pocket. "Okay, what would you like?"

Katie placed her order, but Kyle wasn't so quick. He looked up at Mandy standing over their table and told her, "Why don't you eat with us? It's the least I can do for your birthday. Besides, if you don't have any other tables do you really have anything else to do?"

Mandy shrugged. "I'll go see if my boss will let me." She took Kyle's order and disappeared.

With Mandy finally gone and the room empty, Katie could finally let herself go. "That feels so good," she huskily exclaimed, rubbing her crotch against Kyle's foot for emphasis. Kyle teased Katie by moving his toes all around her, touching her everywhere except where she ached to be touched most. She squirmed, trying to make him touch her pussy, but he always moved just in time to avoid it. "Do it!" she tried commanding him.

He smiled pleasantly at her. "I think you should make a little trip to the ladies room, first." With that, he withdrew his foot. Katie glared at him, her chest rising and falling rapidly under her increased breathing.

"Fine," she spat at him. "But you'd better be twice as good when I get back."

"Oh, don't worry. You'll enjoy it." She tried to glower at him, but it just didn't work. He could see through her fake pouting like a pane of glass.

Katie ran into Mandy on the way out and two stood and talked a few minutes, leaving Kyle to his own devices. Presently Mandy joined him and scooted into the seat beside him. "My boss said it was okay, since he'd probably be sending me home after you left anyway. It seems the rainy weather is keeping everyone away, today."

Kyle let a warmth seep into his voice that made it a smooth purr. "That's too bad. I guess that means we'll just have the restaraunt to ourselves, then." Mandy smiled at him, but her eyes hinted at an uncertainty, like she didn't know quite what he meant.

"I like it when the restaraunt gets slow. Yeah, sure I don't get any good tips and I'm forced to cleaning duties, but at least it's better than rushing all over all the time. A change of pace is nice." She paused, thoughtful for a minute. "Katie says the two of you are kind of seeing each other. How long have you been dating."

"Since Friday. Why do you ask?" Kyle wasn't daft, he knew exactly why she was asking, but he wanted to know a little more, first.

Her shoulders rose in a shrug and then dropped lower than their previous position before the shrug. Kyle also noticed she wouldn't look him in the eye, but instead fidgeted with her napkin. "I don't know. You know, my friends always tell me that if I like someone, I should just say it. Do you believe that?"

Kyle smiled. "Yes, I do. How can you expect to get anything accomplished, especially in a relationship, if you don't tell the other person how you feel?"

Mandy looked him in the eye briefly before returning to her napkin. Her fingers fidgeted on the paper, tearing small pieces of it apart. "I don't think I have the courage to do that. I don't like to cause fusses."

"Mandy, emotions aren't like waitressing. Sometimes creating a fuss is a good, healthy thing to do."

A deep breath and slow exhalation before Mandy said, "I...I like you Kyle." She glanced up, waiting for a reproach. When none came she continued. "I've liked you a long time. Ever since the first time I waited your table. I kept hoping you'd ask me out sometime, but now that you're with Katie, I'm afraid you never will."

Kyle was silent a while, waiting for Mandy to continue. When nothing else seemed forth coming he told her, "I can still ask you out, if that's what you want. Katie is rather open minded."




Monday Morning at the Office



She glanced up at him, not entirely certain of what he meant. She shook her head, letting her hair fall in front of her eyes, "It's not even that, really. I've had lots of boyfriends, and I don't have trouble getting them, but they never really satisfy me. You know what I mean? Sex and anything related to it never seems to feel as good for me as it seems it should."

"You mean you've never orgasmed." He lilted his voice at the end of the statement, almost making it a question.

Once again she shook her head, her hair waving in front of her face like a flag to surrender. "No. I know I can have one, but guys my age just don't seem able to do it for me. So I thought I'd have to try an older guy."

"You saying I'm old?" he jested, trying to lift the mood.

Her eyes glanced up to see if she'd hurt Kyle's feelings only to find him smiling back. Her voice was still serious as she told him, "Not old. Just experienced. Maybe in the right ways to help me. I've seen you in here with a lot of different girls, so I thought maybe you'd know enough to help me. I mean, you've had to sleep with at least some of them, and if you've had that many girls you have to at least know how to satisfy them better than any guys my age."

Kyle thought about it a minute. She was completely correct...probably. But was it really fair of him to take advantage of her? Would he even be taking advantage of her? He didn't know. He did know, however, that she was a good looking young teen that had casued him to glance across the restaraunt to check her out more than once. If any guy could satisfy her, he'd like it to be him.

He openen his mouth to give Mandy an answer, but Katie interrrupted him by sliding back into her seat. He closed his mouth and looked at Katie for a few long seconds. "Listen, I'm going to go use the restroom. I think you two girls should talk while I'm away."

He excused himself and slid out of the booth. Kyle didn't really need to use the restroom, but he figured Katie could answer Mandy's questions better than he could. Mandy and Katie both being girls and all. Sure, it was a blanket attempt to dodge a velvet coated bullet, but he had to try.

In the bathroom he took his time washing his hands, stalling his return to the table. When he did return Mandy was gone and Katie was grinning from ear to ear. When the smile didn't change when she saw him he knew she was up to something that involved him. "Uh oh. What now?"

Katie slumped in her seat a bit as Kyle slid into his side of the booth. He could only assume she was spreading her legs for his delighted toes. He didn't make her wait, but instead immediately began rubbing his foot against the inside of her milky thighs. She released a long lustful sigh, enjoying the inner warmth that Kyle's attention caused.

Mandy appeared around the corner of the booth just as Katie's sigh ended. Kyle and Katie both knew Mandy had overheard, but neither were ashamed. Katie even went so far as to giggle. "Here's your plates," Mandy told them, setting the food laden platters on the table. She didn't look at Kyle, instead just exchanged a secretive smile with Katie before excusing herself to retrieve the rest of the food.

As soon as Mandy was out of earshot Kyle had to ask, "Okay, what do the two you have up your sleeves?"

Katie turned innocent puppy dog eyes on him, "Nothing." He was shaking his head to disagree when suddenly her foot was in his groin. Kyle looked down to see Katie wiggling her toes against his ball sack. Her leg hadn't seemed long enough to reach him, but with her scrunched down like she was she had just enough reach.

Mandy took a long time to return. By the time she did return, Kyle had half an erection in his pants and building, and Kyle's toes were caressing the soft folds of Katie's vagina. He knew Mandy would be able to see his erection if she just looked over at him when she returned. That was the fatal flaw of having a large cock: you could never really hide it that well Somehow, he figured that was what the girls were planning all along. Mandy set the food on the table and slid in next to Kyle, pulling her own plate to her.

Katie had to sit up to reach her plate without spilling down the front of her dress. Kyle almost groaned at the sudden lack of attention. The two girls exchanged a knowing look and Mandy's hand flopped into Kyle's lap to replace the missing foot. His head snapped around to look Mandy in the eye and found her looking back at him. A smile played at her lips, but her eyes held a questioning look, like she wanted to know it was okay.

Kyle slipped his own hand into Mandy's lap and slowly began stroking her thigh. She sighed her satisfaction and gripped his stiffening staff in her tiny hand. Her eyes opened widely in shock at the size of him. Katie giggled from where she sat, "I told you. I bet nobody in your school has one that big."

Mandy grinned back. "Not that I've seen. Not yet..." She wasn't interrupted by her own gasp when Kyle slid his hand over her hot pussy. She moaned lightly and then turned half of her attention back to her food.

The three of them sat at the table, enjoying a quiet, titillating lunch, gently offering sexual ministrations. Occasionally Kyle or Mandy would have to pull their hand away to deal with their food, but would always find their way back to the others eager loins.

There was small talk through dinner, but not much. It was hard to carry on a conversation, eat, and have your genitals manipulated at the same time. What little small talk there was enabled them to learn that Mandy had turned eighteen the week before and was soon to graduate high school. She didn't know where she wanted to go for college, but it was someplace in state, but as far from her parents as possible. Her parents were fighting constantly, and neither of them seemed to care much about her now that she had almost moved on to the next stage in her life. She didn't like living there, and if she could move out immediately, it wouldn't be too late.

Katie and Kyle mulled that over through the lunch. When they had all finished Katie and Mandy exchanged another knowing look. Kyle tried to read that look, but he wasn't telepathic. Whatever they were planning, he would just have to wait to see. Mandy excused herself to remove the empty plates and fetch a dessert menu.

As soon as Mandy was gone Katie was in motion. She lifted the long table cloth and slid under it, placing herself at Kyle's feet and between his knees. When Katie's hands moved up to undo Kyle's belt he had to ask, "What are you doing?"

"What does it look like I'm doing?" Her fingers deftly unbuttoned his pants and began pulling the zipper.

"What are you gonna do when Mandy comes back?"

Katie giggled, and it wasn't because she had him down to his briefs. "The question is, what are you gonna do?"

"She's here," his hissed under his breath as Mandy walked into the room. Without even looking over at them, she turned and shut the only interior door to the tiny, now private, room. Kyle couldn't repress a small groan as Katie pulled his briefs down and gripped his shaft in her warm hands. He tried to keep his cool as Mandy approached, but lost it when Katie sucked him into her talented mouth.

Mandy slid into the booth next to Kyle and immediately looked down into his lap where Katie was busy working on Kyle's cock. Her eyebrows scrunched together in a questioning look and she drew his eyes to hers. "Does that feel good?"

Kyle couldn't repress a smile, "Very."

"No one's ever given me oral sex before."

"Would you like it?" Mandy didn't need to hesitate before nodding her head. "Right now?" This time she did hesitate. She really wanted to have her first guy given orgasm, but this was where she worked, and she didn't want to lose her job.

"I guess. Let me lock the door, first." She got up and crossed the room to the door. Kyle watched her tiny ass in her tight black work slacks move away. When she came back he was all eyes for her face. She blushed a little at the attention.

"Why don't you stand over here?" Kyle said, patting the booth next to him closest to the wall, where she'd have to step over him and Katie's head to get there. She hesitated before stepping up onto the booth. She had one foot on each side of Kyle when he stopped her. She looked down at his smiling face inquiringly. "Sit down," he commanded.

"On the table?" Mandy's skepticism rode high. She was a slender girl, but still the table might not be able to hold her weight, especially if she started squirming. Kyle rubbed her thighs tenderly as she took her perch. Already she was extremely concious of his touch. His hands felt so good rubbing on her tender young body, and she knew she could't wait to have him touching her bare skin.

Kyle could see the desire in Mandy's eyes, and didn't wait long to begin pulling her pants down. Underneath, he was surprised to find her pussy shaved bare and no panties to cover it. "No panties?" he questioned. He wasn't disappointed, but he was curious.

Mandy started to shake her head until her shoulders shuddered reactively to the gentle brush of his fingers on her bare legs. "No, my mother says that only sluts, not real women, don't wear panties. I don't like my mother, so I'm going to prove that not just sluts don't wear panties."

"Interesting," Kyle said before using his tongue for other things. Gentle kisses at her thighs earned soft sighs of pleasure from Mandy. His tongue licked against the creamy smoothness of her thigh, working the young flesh towards sexual stimulation. Eventually Mandy's breathing came harder, and the scent of her shaved cunt began to fill Kyle's nostrils.

As Mandy's arousal became more and more evident, the magic of Katie's mouth in his lap began to fade to a distant buzzing. More gentle encouragement than a means to an orgasm. After Mandy seemed to be fully stimulated, Kyle moved his mouth over her tiny pussy. It was quite small he thought, and imagined his thick cock buried in its tight folds. He thought he'd split her in half before she could take it all. Stiffening his tongue like a miniature version of his cock, he thrust it slowly into Mandy's cunt. She gasped and squirmed against his face, maximizing the feel of him inside and against her vagina. Kyle tongue fucked her and watched as she ripped her shirt off, revealing braless, pert little titties that mounded away from her body before turning upward slightly.

He worked at her cunt for several minutes before retracting to place his lips around the hood of her clit. He sucked gently at the sensitive organ before rubbing his tongue against her extended clit. Mandy cried out, and quickly placed a hand over her mouth to stifle her noise. Voraciously, Kyle sucked and pulled at her fresh cunt, pulling pleasure from her like a musician from a violin. Within minutes she was screaming an accompanying concerto into the hands that she squeezed tightly over her mouth. Her stifled screams grew in pitch until her cunt shuddered open and poured hot feminine jism into Kyle's mouth. He increased the pace and soon her pussy was a frenzy of orgasmic activity, contracting, expanding, squirting, and shuddering. All the while Mandy screamed into her silencing hands.

With a final, massive shudder, Mandy collapsed back on the table. Naked, legs spread, she drew long heaving breaths into her lungs, trying to recover from the oral thrashing Kyle had given her. Katie withdrew her hold on Kyle's dick and slid up onto the booth next to him. She took one look at Mandy's naked body and instant lust washed into her eyes.

Lifting the hem of her dress to her hips she stood on the booth, just as Mandy had earlier. She turned her back to Kyle and placed one foot on each side of legs, in between Mandy's slender teen legs. She started to sit down when Kyle interrupted her by grabbing her ass cheeks, one in each hand. He squeezed the soft flesh and leaned her forward until Katie's head was over Mandy's belly button. 

Mandy looked up into Katie's eyes with heavy eyelids, her muscles still drained from her orgasm. Kyle licked Katie's vaginal folds from behind and found her slick and inviting from fingering herself under the table. Mouth open, breathing heavily from the vaginal stimulation, Katie could only look down at Mandy, who in turn gazed back up at her. Mandy watched as Katie's breasts hung down, her nipples almost brushing the taut skin of her stomach. Fascinated by the size and shape of Katie's tits, she couldn't stop her hands from reaching out and squeezing the soft flesh in her small hands. Katie's tits spilled around her hands and Mandy settled for pinching and rolling Katie's nipples between her fingers.

Katie moaned under the added stimulation. She didn't want the sensations to stop, but the throbbing in her ankle demanded that she take the weight off. Obeying the pain, she pulled herself away from Kyle's practiced mouth and slowly began to squat into his lap. As she descended she pulled on Mandy's hands, helping the girl into a sitting position. Kyle released a pleasured hiss as Katie's wet opening found Kyle's cock and greedily sucked the length of him in. Burying Kyle's stiffness into her, Katie leaned forward and found Mandy's remoistening pussy. She licked at the wet opening, tasting the drops of female cum that Kyle had missed.

Katie sat on Kyle's lap, taking all the weight off her ankle. Kyle was buried so deeply into her stretched pussy she thought she would burst. Eager for more stimulation, Kyle scooped Katie's ass into his hands and lifted her into the air. Katie moaned as he set her back down, his thick member probing deeply into her sucking depths.

Turning her attention to Mandy, much as Kyle had done earlier, Katie sucked Mandy's engorged clit into her mouth. Mandy groaned in pleasure and leaned forward over Katie's head to reach down and squeeze Katie's tits in her hands. Mandy loved the way they felt. So soft and large, unlike her own hard, perky, upturned tits.

The three worked in concert to pleasure themselves and each other. Mandy rubbed Katie's soft breasts even as another mouth worked on her aching cunt. Even as Katie licked Mandy towards another orgasm, Kyle's probing member was spiking her towards a climax. She rocked her hips as Kyle drove her up and down, rubbing all of her sensitive opening against his hard shaft slickened by her own pussy juices.

Mandy moaned softly into Katie's hair as her second orgasm throbbed through her. Seized by burning lusts, she clenched her hands tightly on Katie's breasts. With a loud moan into Mandy's delighted pussy Katie began her own pulsing orgasm. She pressed herself deeply onto Kyle's impaling shaft and ground him inside her. Her breath flew out of her in ragged gasps as her vaginal walls contracted around the thick rod in her cunt, while each inhale brought Mandy's wondrous love juices to her tongue and nose.

Slowly the girls came down from their peaks. Mandy slumped forward against Katie, who in turn collapsed against Kyle, still filled by his wanting penis. Kyle simply held the girls, content for the minute to let them rest as Katie's warm pussy enveloped his cock. With a final sigh Mandy sat up, moved her legs to one side of Katie and Kyle, and sat in the booth next to Kyle, snuggling against his warm body.

Katie lifted herself heavily from Kyle's lap and sat on the booth next to him, across from Mandy. The three sat arm in arm until Mandy looked down into Kyle's lap. She paused a moment with awe before muttering, "Oh, wow."

"What's that?" Kyle asked slowly.

"I've never seen one that big."

"It's not that big. Barely more than average."

Katie snorted derisively from under his arm. Mandy offered a similar grunt, "Hmph. That may be, but you're still a lot bigger than any boyfriend I've ever had. I wonder what it feels like?"

Katie answered, "Try it and find out."

A shake of Mandy's head let them know that was a negative. "Not right now. I'm a little sore. I would like to try it later. I mean, if that's alright."

"Absolutely," Kyle and Katie replied simultaneously.

Mandy grinned at the two of them. "Well, I should start cleaning this up before anyone gets too curious. I'll see you guys later?"

Kyle nodded and rose from the booth. Together, the three of them began putting their clothes back on. After a brief exchange of fond farewells Kyle and Katie left, leaving a large tip behind, just in case Mandy needed more jewelry.



Monday Morning Masturbation



There had always been something different about him, something special and unique. Maybe it was his way with words that never failed to stir and arouse her as if he were speaking directly to her soul. Perhaps it was the fact that his dark desires matched her own so closely. Maybe it was the fact that he was unattainable, separated by distance and circumstance. Maybe it was simply because he had a presence that transcended the miles and touched her. But her lust for him remained constant, sometimes smoldering beneath the surface, other times raging like a furnace. 

It was in one of these states that she found his mail describing a provocative fuck. It was a hot sweaty fuck in a deserted gym. He'd come upon her while she was exercising and before she could object he was tying her to a machine. The one that worked the inside of her thigh muscles. His long fingers ripped at her leotard tearing it to shreds, freeing her sweaty breasts and exposing her wet pussy so he could plunge into her warmth while she lay there helplessly quivering. She moaned in pleasure as his cock buried itself in her, fucking her with an intensity that left her weak and helpless with desire. No words were spoken just the sounds of primal fucking filled the air. Little gasps, grunts, moans and the slapping of their bodies. But then, just as she was ready to climax, her cunt muscles clenching wildly around his meaty shaft, he'd pulled out and shot his seed all over her fevered body denying her the release she craved. 

She trembled shamelessly as she read his words. 

Bastard! How could he do this to her? Tease her so mercilessly? He knew his words made her hot. She'd make him pay. God, he knew how to work her up. She hated it and she loved it - the way her heart raced, the lustful heat spilling from between her thighs as her body responded shamelessly. But she had no immediate way of assuaging it. She wasn't alone but tomorrow she would make him pay.

Sleep had not come easily. She had not touched herself at all, savoring the aching throb between her thighs and she had avoided any contact with her partner, deliberately keeping her body on an agonizingly slow boil.  

The following morning she staggered into the shower filled with an overwhelming excitement at her plan. She would not only masturbate but she would describe it in explicit detail for him.

Torture him. 

Get him as painfully excited as he had gotten her with his words. 

As she washed her luxuriant auburn hair, her fingers found their way down her body, to her breasts. Her nipples had always been very responsive; touching them, pulling on them sent sharp sparks down to her groin. He'd love them, she was certain of that. Small dusky pink nubs under his lips, between his teeth. She groaned softly and let her hand wander down over her flat belly to the juncture nestling between her thighs. Her fingers slid through her freshly washed lips as if letting them know more was to follow.

The day ahead looked quiet, with only one appointment scheduled at 2-00pm, but she dressed appropriately. He'd want that, she decided. He would want her all groomed and professional in her taupe colored skirt and silky cream blouse. The skirt while short, was respectably so, and the underwear she chose was simple; cream colored lace bra and thong. Her three and a half inch heeled shoes, an almost identical shade as her skirt completed the outfit and after she'd carefully applied her makeup and put on her gold hooped earrings she squirted a dab of perfume behind her ears and between her collarbones.

Inexplicably her hands trembled as she removed her toys. It was part arousal and part something else. Something bigger. An unexplained excitement that had her heart racing as if she'd run a mile. He was miles away from her absorbed in something else, unaware of her intentions, and yet she was doing this for him, especially for him, and she was terribly excited.

By the time she made it into the office, closed the door and fired up the computer she was already buzzing. An insistent throb had started up between her legs fuelled by the sight of the two vibrators she had chosen that lay on her desk so decadently out of place among the neatly stacked pile of files and papers. She ran her hand over her blouse and felt the hard points of her nipples poking through. This was going to be good, she just knew it.

The phone rang. It was Monday and everyone remembered on Monday mornings that they wanted a new job, or had to get somebody recruited and this was her business; matching people with jobs, clients with candidates. But as the working day began and the calls came in, her mind was distracted by the decadent assignment that awaited her. 

The thick flesh colored vibrator, around seven inches long and curved upwards for G spot stimulation lay within her reach. She found herself stroking the well defined network of veins on the fake cock and grasping the thick girth as she spoke. Her fingers just managed to close around it and she shivered with excitement. This one was a favorite. Although advertised as being best for G-Spot stimulation, it had not done much for her in that regard. But it was thick and it did stretch her, making her feel like a slut being fucked open when it got all the way inside her. 

Her pussy was wet; the juice had begun to seep in anticipation of gripping the thickness between her pussy lips. She replaced the batteries and teased herself a little longer by prolonging the inevitable. Then she turned to the thinner, smaller vibrator where she popped a fresh battery inside. It was her mini vibe. Firm plastic and about the width of two of her fingers. It came as part of an anal orgy set, with a variety of sleeves that would fit over the vibrator for different sensations. But today she was going to take it neat. Just hard plastic all the way deep inside her ass. 

This slim vibe had been the next step in her graduation from fingers to toys for her ass. The first few time she'd used it, she had needed to be very well lubed and her tight little asshole required coaxing to let it in. Nowadays her ass was as hungry for pleasure as her cunt was and this little baby could work its way in relatively easily without lube. She loved the feel of pussy juice being rubbed over her steaming hole and then being split open as the hardness invaded her. She had tried a bigger toy there a few times, perhaps she would tell him about it sometime, if he wanted to know, but for today she would be using the slim one.

The shrill sound of the phone ringing jarred her back to reality. It was a female client who wanted some advice, and as she listened, she hitched up her skirt and let her fingers run over the wet groin of her panties. God it felt exciting, running her long nails over the damp fabric and teasing her soft flesh by slipping a finger inside the leg of the panty. It was already very wet, so wet it surprised her. 

The call done, she stood up and stripped off her panties, tossing them onto the desk. She took the small plastic vibe and sucked the tip and then stroked it through the wet labia of her pussy. Suddenly a thought struck her. She reached into her handbag to get the small cosmetic mirror. It was a strange type of contraption; a round mirror about two inches all the way around and mounted on a wooden base with a two inch wooden handle. Easy to grip and gaze closely at her pussy. She wondered briefly if this was what the manufacturers intended when they'd developed the design. The little handle as well - like it was meant to penetrate. Why hadn't she thought of it before? On impulse she inserted the handle into her pussy. It slid in easily and she looked at the reflection. A close up picture of the slick folds of her pussy and her protruding clit, already swollen and red. 

She pulled the handle from her pussy and reached for the plastic vibe as she smeared some of the juice back towards her ass. It slid in smoothly and she groaned as it did. There was something about having an object in her ass that always made her feel deeply sexual, totally slutty. Her partner did not venture there. It was a cause of ongoing frustration for her, but she was working on it. At first it had been a total ‘no go' area, but of late she had got him to stroke her there between the smooth cheeks of her bottom. He had even brushed his fingertip over the hole and once he'd let the tip of his index finger slide inside a little. More than that, he had not done so for now, her anal play was all alone and in private. Still, nothing could change the thrill and the total unadulterated pleasure she got from it. 

The thin vibrator was deep inside her rectum and she clenched her muscles involuntarily as she lay back on the chair and raised her one leg onto the desk. This way she could still reach in and feel the end of the anal vibe and play with her pussy. It was aching now, longing to be filled, congested with blood and she raised the mirror again to see what it looked like. She knew he'd love the sight of the white object in her ass splitting her cheeks while her cunt glistened in the morning light. She'd opened the blinds on the windows facing the desk. Of course that side was fairly private, but still, being able to look out on the world and know that there might be a slight chance that a helicopter or some voyeur situated high up might be able to see her brought a smile to her lips. 

Another phone call. It was an articulate man, mature and in search of a position as a Financial Accountant. It was exciting. A man on the phone, a strange man and a serious one, talking serious stuff to her as she stroked her clit and gazed at the thick vibrator on the desk alongside the phone.

Usually, she would reply swiftly to enquiries, inviting callers to send their Resume for her database and advising them she would get back to them if there was something suitable. But this morning, she prolonged it, as if playing with herself mentally forcing herself to hold off giving into her body, notching up the excitement. Being a secret slut on the phone with a man who had no clue what she was doing, but getting her more excited because of what she was doing.

"It's a bad time of the year," she said professionally while she pushed two fingers inside her pussy and rubbed her clit with her thumb. She stifled a groan and continued, "For openings in that field."

"Yeah, well it's a good time for me to get a job as soon as possible," he said. "You think something might come up soon?"

Jesus, it felt good, her cunt was leaking. She could smell the muskiness of her excitement. She reached over and flipped the switch on the one in her ass, knowing that it would make a buzzing noise, but it was sunk deep inside her rectum and she was sitting almost all the way on her ass so she was betting it wouldn't be discernable. It did buzz, but softly and the sensations in her tight anal canal as the nerves responded to the stimulation had her wanting to cry out. 

"Ok, I'll call you if something does come in, just email the Resume," she said urgently before dropping the phone.

Never one to deprive herself of pleasure when she wanted it, she worked quickly, reaching for the thick flesh colored vibrator. She slipped it inside her pussy and moaned aloud as she felt the hardness pressing between her lips. She watched the reflection in the mirror as it slid inside. The curved part pressed up against the walls and roof of her pussy and she flipped the switch to the lowest speed as she pushed it in as far as it would go. This one normally took time to accommodate fully, but today there were no problems. It slid inside like a hot knife slicing through butter. All the way deep into her cunt up to about an inch or so from the top, where it flared out. The tightness was overwhelming, a small vibe in her ass and the bigger one up her pussy, but the way she was half sitting, half laying back with her right leg up on the desk added to the pressure. She reached for the mirror again, to look, to give him an accurate description of what he might see, if he were here and not miles away from her.

Her pussy lips were a bright reddish pink color. They glistened with juice as they gripped the toy and in the lurid reflection of the mirror she could see her swollen clit was pressed tightly against the part of the shaft remaining outside of her pussy. 

It looked so fucking hot, like something you might see in a hardcore fuck magazine. A wet pussy wrapped around a thick toy, and an excited clit, screaming to be licked or sucked, while the woman sat fully dressed in an office. Still holding the mirror, she began to pull the toy from her cunt, watching as the lips moved wetly along the veined shaft while she dragged the vibe down and then thrust back sharply into herself again. The sensations were powerful, like she was being fucked hard. Like he would fuck her in that dark gym. 

She switched the mirror to look at her face, her eyes. She liked that, to see the wild look of need and pleasure glazing over her eyes. She still wished she might see herself fully at orgasm, the look on her face as she lost herself completely, but she never had. Maybe one day… 

She thrust hard again and slid the vibrator back out again, and did it again, struggling now to keep focused on the mirror and the sensations. She dropped the mirror to the desk and lay back in the chair with the toy deeply imbedded in her cunt. She reached down and turned the speed up to high on the anal toy and cried out as her ass muscles clenched in excitement, and then she flipped the switch to high on the thick one in her cunt. At once her clit jumped, from excitement and from having the glorious vibration tease it. 

She closed her eyes and unbuttoned her blouse quickly pulling her tit from the bra so she could play with her nipple and then gave her body over to the pleasure. She could feel her orgasm building fast, waves of pleasure tripping over her, starting slowly and then building faster and faster. Her ass clenched around its intruder while her cunt muscles clamped and tensed around the thickness. Her breathing was fast and raspy as she felt it happen; the exquisite pleasure that she craved, that she had become a slave to crashed around her 

During that time the phone rang again but she was only dimly aware of it. After seven rings it was programmed to go to the message service but she didn't recall the long ringing, just some faint sound along with the burst of heat and joy that radiated out between her thighs. She may have moaned, she usually does, and cries out at orgasm, but she was not sure if she did. She'd planned to say his name as she came. Perhaps she did but it was not something she could recall. All she was certain of was the incredible clenching and contractions in both her pussy and ass that accompanied her intense orgasm and the exquisite peace that followed, and the way her pussy leaked onto the chair and left a white stain there. Even after she'd pulled the wet toys from her holes, the throbs and ebbing inside persisted and despite wiping the chair clean, a faint white mark remained.  It would be a constant reminder of her orgasm for him.

She had planned to let him know by recounting this event for him, but then it occurred to her that sharing it on an erotic story site for the world to enjoy might turn him on even more. Perhaps he would know she'd done this especially for him. Maybe next time he won't taunt her, but come and find her in her office and fuck her.

THE END

Author's note: Thanks for reading this personal account. Hope you enjoyed it and I look forward to your votes and comments. J



Monday Morning Meetings



It was another Monday morning, another day at the office and, on the face of it, another dull meeting to consider sales and marketing expenditure. However, today was to be different.

She had arrived at the office before me and looked as though she'd spent an age in preparing herself for a public appearance. In reality she'd spent 5 minutes in the washroom after 30 at the keyboard updating her notes - she was a very professional executive.

I'm talking about Julia of course. 

She always wore quite long skirts but often they had a slit at the back or side and while she was not too tall she had very large, firm breasts. She wasn't everyone's idea of a marketing executive but she had a definite allure for me .. and I knew for one or two other men in the firm, whom I'd sometimes overheard discussing her.

Fortunately nobody knew about our affair - we had decided at the start to keep it a secret and it was now a part of our excitement to see how much we could disclose without anyone suspecting a thing.

We took our places in the boardroom ... I sat next to her because it was the first empty seat along the table and nobody thought that it was any more than coincidence that she lifted her attache case from the chair just as I entered the room.

The meeting started and she had a report to make fairly early in the session. She impressed the men in the room with her confident delivery and I could tell that she was enjoying the attention. When she sat down and the focus in the room was elsewhere I leaned over asked if she had removed them already. She said nothing, but under the table she handed me her panties .. which had been in her attache case. She was looking a little flushed and only I knew why.

The following section of the meeting was technical and didn't concern either of us so I passed her a note asking if she was wet .. she scribbled a reply and passed it back to me. As I read I could feel my cock stirring "I'm so wet I can hardly sit still .. and I need to pee soon". We both knew that having a full bladder made her want all the more and there were times when she sat at her desk an rocked forward to increase the pressure and squeeze her clit at the same time.

I leaned across and whispered in her ear "cross your legs and squeeze" and sat back as she did as I suggested. Actually it was more than a suggestion. She was used by now to taking instructions from me and it was a matter of pride with her that she never hesitated. She was my slut.

I watched her from the side as the meeting went on. Sometimes she would sneak a sideways glance at me and I could tell by her expression that she was teasing herself with memories of things we'd done and plans we'd made. I felt her leg against mine as she spread herself and I saw her arms moving from time to time. I was in a room full of aggressive and powerful men but only I knew that her finger was rubbing gently on the soaking flesh of her cunt.

Eventually it was my turn to speak and I had my p.a. pull the blinds and run the slide show I had prepared.

On the face of it my report was brief and unexciting, but as I talked my hand was reaching out and touching Julia. She had obeyed my instructions to wear a button front skirt and had slipped her own hand between the buttons already, but as soon as the lights dimmed she undid all but the top button.

Her soft warm thighs were naked .. and spread wide for me. I breathed deeply and was sure I could smell her arousal as my finger spread the slippery wetness around her open lips. I dipped my finger in and heard her gasp. 

As I rubbed her eager flesh I went on with my summary and concluded that performance in the area under the spotlight had been good and all that was required was a final meeting with the local management. I reported that I would be visiting them in the following week and that I was to take Julia with me .. I looked down at her .. "You will be coming?".

All eyes turned to her in the half light from the screen as she smiled and confirmed only slightly breathless "Yes, try to stop me!"

I asked my p.a. to go through the remaining figures on the screen and as voices droned on I allowed my fingers to move faster on Julia. I teased her clit .. squeezing and pulling it between fingers and thumb and heard her turn a gasp of excitement into a cough. At the end of the on-screen presentation we both knew that there was a minute of lively and quite loud music .. and as it approached I felt her orgasm approaching too. We had timed it to perfection and as the sounds from the speaker rose to a crescendo I felt her leg shuddering against mine, heard her breath come in ragged gasps and slid two fingers up and down over her swollen clit as she grabbed my arm and held it tight against her.

By the time the lights came up she had already fastened the lower buttons of her skirt under the table .. but she was quite red and had a very satisfied grin.

When she dared to look up and glanced around the meeting ... and then at me ... it was clear to me that she was a happy, contented slut. But the day was young!!!!

Monday morning meetings - part 2

Thankfully, the meeting was over quite soon. Looking at her face, I could see what she wanted. She wanted my hard cock inside her - it's what she craved. It's what made her my slut. She would do anything for me with the knowledge that I'd fuck her at the end of it. Feeling the pull in my trousers, I knew it was also what I wanted to give her.

We were first out of the conference room, and I quickly followed her down the corridor towards the ladies. Entering a stall, I bent her over and pulled her skirt up over her hips. Whilst I freed my cock, she spread her legs and thrust her bottom in the air, waiting. I looked down to see her wet, glistening cunt - open and ready for me. Grabbing her hips I thrust into her. She met every thrust of mine with a push of her own. I fucked her hard. No words were spoken, only moans and gasps. I didn't wait for her to cum, I didn't have to. As my slut, she waited for my permission, but right now I wanted to please myself. Thrusting long and hard I built up to a wonderful climax, pushing harder and harder as I came inside her ... pouring my warm, slippery cum deep into her body.

When I was done I pulled out, letting my cum trickle onto her thighs. Her legs were like jelly, I knew she was ready.

Spinning her round, I slammed her against the wall. Pushing her arms above her head, I held her hands with one of mine. Grabbing at her large tits whilst I kissed her deeply. I opened her blouse and took her nipple in my mouth, through her thin bra. She was gasping and moaning now, loving my rough treatment of her. I bit hard on her nipples, almost chewing as she bucked and thrust up towards me. Her breathing was hard and rapid now, I knew she would cum. I kept kissing and biting at her, my other hand wandering over her body until she took a deep breath and a shattering orgasm exploded within her. I slowed my kissing and biting, being more gentle now, kissing her on the lips, talking gently to her as she felt wave after wave of pleasure and release.

We heard noises, muffled groans coming from the next stall. Quickly pulling up my trousers, I told her to clean herself up and meet me in the bar next door. 

As I passed the next stall, I gingerly pushed at the door. It creaked open. Someone from the meeting ... sitting with her skirt bunched up, knees wide, touching and playing with herself. She saw me there, but was too far gone to care. Had she seen us in the meeting, or did our noisy fucking turn her on. I smiled and walked out ... wondering if Julia would stay and listen ... or watch ... but knowing that within minutes she would meet me in the bar.