1 comments/ 24254 views/ 0 favorites Office Politics Ch. 01 By: Ozimandickus I knew Mr Jones was a tit man the day I arrived. My name is Melisand and I am nineteen. Pierpoint Bank was my first office job and I was determined to do well, whatever it took. I had met Mr Jones at my interview. He ran the word processing section and would be my boss. He had asked me a few questions about what I had done at school and college, while trying to see through my blouse. So I was well-prepared when I arrived for my first day in the office. The blouse I wore was smart enough for the office, thin enough to show the outline of my lacy, white platform bra. Mr Jones stared hard at my 36DD tits and showed me to a desk right in front of him – "so I can keep an eye on you" he said. I bet! The job was not very interesting. The word processing section dealt with routine work that was not important or interesting enough for someone else to do it. Most of the other girls had no ambition and were obviously going nowhere. I decided to be the exception! On my third day there, I met Daniel. He was the systems administrator, which meant that he looked after the computers and software. He was very shy, his clothes were rather old and not very smart and the other girls said he was a nerd. They all teased him – nothing malicious, but rather like a girls' night out. I liked Daniel. He was slim and had a very cute bum. His hair and clothes were very clean and I guessed he lived with his Mum. The office supervisor was Mrs Ellis. She was a jolly blond about 40 years old. We got on well from the start. I think she had a fairly racy past and saw me as a kindred spirit. She was also very pleased with my work. I picked up the mistakes the spell checker did not spot, for example 'there' for 'their' and 'dependant' for dependent', which the other girls often missed. Mr Jones was pleased as well. At least, at the end of the first week he walked over to my desk to compliment me. I was wearing a rather low cut blouse that day and he could not help but look down it while he was speaking to me. I leant forward a bit to give him a better view of my tits, while turning my face up and fluttering my eyelashes at him. "Melisand," he said, "Mrs Ellis and I are very pleased with your work. You are settling in very well." I thanked him and told him how much I was enjoying working there. I thought about saying how well he ran the section, but I decided that would sound as if I was being a creep. I did smile winningly at him, though, and was amused to see a definite stirring in his trousers. He quickly turned away and walked back to his desk. The following week, I approached Daniel by the coffee machine. I had never joined in teasing him, but he smiled a bit nervously at me as I walked up. "Would you like to take me out?" I asked. "Nothing elaborate. Maybe a drink and something to eat?" He looked as though I had hit him. He did not know what to do and I was more than ever certain that he lived with his Mum. After a few minutes he mumbled something I could not hear. "That is settled then." I said. "Thursday, after work. One thing, though. I know some of the girls tease you, so it might be better if we kept this as our little secret." He nodded. I still do not think he knew what was happening to him! Thursday came. Daniel had had a haircut and looked much smarter than usual. He kept looking at me and I was worried this might give the game away. I think he was also worried in case I was just playing a nasty practical joke on him. I had not dressed up at all – that was not part of the plan. So, first chance I got I cornered him by the coffee machine. "Are we still on for tonight?" he asked anxiously. "Of course." I said. "Now stop staring at me before everyone realises what is happening. Just wait for me after work." He still kept looking at me when he didn't think anyone would notice. I am sure Mrs Ellis noticed and she gave me a grin and threw a knowing look towards Daniel. The other girls were too interested in talking about their boyfriends and the latest celebrity gossip magazine. Daniel usually left at 4:30. I had found him skulking – there is no other word for it – in the corridor shortly before 5:00 and I suggested he go to the server room until I was ready to leave. The server room is Daniel's kingdom and the only people allowed in there are Daniel and Mr Jones. I left the office at about 5:15. Most people leave dead on 5:00, with the rest staying on until at least 6:00, so I knew we would be able to avoid anyone noticing us. Daniel must have been waiting by the door, because he threw it open at my first knock. I think he was still afraid that I would stand him up. We did not go to the pubs nearby, because they are always full of people from the office. I took him to a bar about ten minutes walk away. He bought me a drink. "Where shall we go?" he asked. "There is quite a nice French restaurant in Alban Street." Daniel had obviously been asking the wrong people for advice. Tartuffe is very expensive and the sort of place that middle-ranking managers go to in order to seduce their secretaries. "No, thank you," I said, "I am taking you home and cooking for you". He tried to protest, but I was having none of it. I finished my drink and put my coat on, giving him no choice but to do the same. I live about fifteen minutes walk away from the pub, and after about five minutes I took him by the hand. His palms were sweaty and I knew he was not expecting this. I am lucky. My mum and dad built a granny flat for my Nan. She was a fiercely independent lady and it had its own front door and even its own garden gate. There was one door connecting the flat to the house, but otherwise it was completely self-contained. My Nan died when I was seventeen and my parents let me move into the flat when I started work the following year. The first thing I did was to put a couple of bolts on the connecting door. We got to my flat and I sat him on the sofa, got him a drink and put on some music. Then I changed and went into the kitchen to get dinner ready. I had been giving the menu a lot of thought. It had to be something quick. If he was used to his mum's cooking it could not be anything very unusual, but it needed to be a bit exotic. I decided that chicken satay was a good compromise. I wore my cheong sam for the occasion. The high neckline is very modest, but the sides of the skirt are slit most of the way up the thigh. Daniel had never eaten satay before, but he nodded his approval. I noticed that he steered clear of the satay sauce though. We had wine with the meal and, after we had eaten, we took the wine to the sofa. I have never found it difficult to get men to talk. Find something they are interested in and nod occasionally, and they are away. So Daniel was soon telling me everything about computers. Which was all part of the plan. I would never get anywhere in the bank if I stayed in word processing. So I needed to learn new some skills and learning about computers was part of that. If Daniel also learned some new skills – and we both got some pleasure out of it – then that was all the better. After a couple of hours, I noticed Daniel was starting to look nervously at the clock. Obviously it was time for him to go home. I did not want to come on too strong on the first date, so I asked him if he wanted to leave. He looked relieved, although he made a token protest before standing up and getting his coat. I took him to the door and turned my face up for a goodnight kiss. I flatter myself that I judged the kiss just right. Warm and passionate but no tongues – I did not think he was ready for that yet. The following day, Daniel came into the office in a very cheerful mood. All the girls noticed it, and they even stopped teasing him. Mrs Ellis gave me a broad grin. I have to admit that he was getting much better at keeping a secret and avoided staring at me. Until the afternoon, that was. I was walking past the server room when the door suddenly opened and Daniel pulled me inside. He closed the door and gave me a lovely smile and a box of expensive chocolates. I backed him up against the wall and gave him a big thank you kiss. This time I did use my tongue and, once he had got used to the idea, Daniel joined in enthusiastically. I did not push things any further, however, apart from asking Daniel if he wanted to go out again the following day. You might wonder why I was keen to keep my relationship with Daniel a secret. I was genuinely fond of him, but I did not want to get a reputation for being an easy lay. There were other, bigger fish to fry in that office! Our second date started off in much the same way as the first. Daniel took much more care not to give the game away. This time he left at 4:30 and we met in the pub before going back to my flat. We ate beef fajita and I wore a rather sexy red mini-dress. After dinner, it took rather longer to get Daniel on to the subject of computers. He kept trying to flirt with me, using a series of terrible chat-up lines I guessed he had got from a book or (more likely) the Internet. After a couple of hours he started to look at the clock again, but he did not seem as nervous this time. I asked if he wanted to use my telephone and he looked relieved and called his Mum to say he would be home late. After he had hung up the telephone, he turned back to face me. As he did, I slipped off the shoulder straps of my desk and let it fall slowly to the floor. I was completely naked underneath. As I have said before, I liked Daniel. I also thought his education had been a bit narrow up to now and I wanted to broaden it. And I wanted to move onto the next stage of the plan – I needed his active cooperation for that. If I had had any doubts about Daniel being a virgin, his reaction would have convinced me. I have read about people's jaws dropping in books, but I had never seen it happen before. Meanwhile his prick strained hard against the front of his trousers. I kicked away my dress and walked over to him. I kissed him gently on the lips – no tongues this time. I knew he would reach orgasm very quickly and I did not want him to come off until I was ready. I took him by the hand and led him into the bedroom. I unbuttoned his shirt. I took my time about it but I did not play with his nipples or try to get him any hornier than he already was. I undid the waistband and zip of his trousers and let his trousers fall to the floor. I peeled down his underpants. I was pleased to see that his prick was a decent size, although I have had bigger in my time. I kissed him again. He seemed to be in a state of shock and was completely unresponsive. I pushed his unresisting body onto his back on the bed. Then I straddled him with my hips and thrust down. He came almost immediately with a great shudder. I had been expecting that and I went and got a towel to clean him up. He started to come back to life and apologised for coming so quickly. I told him it was OK and lay down and took him in my arms. After a few minutes I started to stroke his prick and he started to get hard again. I took his hand and moved it down to my pussy. I moved his finger to touch my clit. He got the idea after a few seconds and started stroking. We played with each other for about ten minutes and then he turned over and started to kiss my lips. Then he rolled over and put his prick inside me. He was better this time although he still came in a matter of minutes. I wrapped my legs around his hips and pretended to have an orgasm. I helped him up and led him into the bathroom. We jumped into the shower together. He sucked on my tits and played with my pussy while I soaped him. He started to get semi-hard, but I knew he would not be ready for another fuck for at least a few hours. So I got out of the shower and handed him a towel. I dried myself but I did not bother to get dressed. We kissed passionately at the door and then he went home. I think every girl must feel a bit special after helping a boy to get rid of his – usually unwanted – virginity. Especially if she has – how can I put this – a certain amount of experience she feels she can share. I certainly developed a real fondness for Daniel after this night. The problem was, I was also feeling horny and frustrated. I knew it was not his fault, poor boy, but I needed to come off or I would have trouble sleeping. I went to the hidden cupboard in my bedroom and took out my raunchiest DVD and my vibrator. I took these through to the lounge, where I put the DVD on, skipping through the boring bit at the start, and stretched out on the sofa with my vibrator. I ran my vibrator over my nipples until they stuck out firm and proud. I closed my eyes – the DVD soundtrack was enough to keep me in the mood – and slowly ran it down my body. I teased myself by running it onto the top of my thigh before moving it to my clit. I was getting really excited now, and my back arched as my hips pushed forward. After some minutes attention to my clit I pushed the vibrator into my pussy – which was now slick with my juices – and brought my other hand down to my clit. I finger fucked myself to an explosive orgasm. I then ran a hot bath. As I lay soaking, I played gently with my tits and pussy and thought about the day. The following day at the office, I started to make my next move. Most of the work we got was very boring, but there were some interesting jobs that the executives' secretaries did not have the time to do. Mrs Ellis usually did these, but she shared them with some of the other girls when she was busy. She usually only gave this work to the senior girls, but I knew that she was pleased with how I had been doing. She showed me the latest batch of work. There was quite a lot of word processing, but the work also needed a number of other computer programs. Thanks to Daniel, I knew which programs were needed for the different documents and I was able to convince Mrs Ellis that I would be able to handle work like this the next time it arrived. I also knew I would need to get Mr Jones's permission. I went up to him and asked if I could talk to him in one of the meeting rooms. I was wearing a silk shirt with no bra, and his eyes bulged as my tits moved under the silk. I smiled prettily and told him how much I had learned while working in his section. I asked if it would be OK if I could do some of the more difficult work, provided Mrs Ellis thought I was ready. His head was moving from side to side following the movement of my tits. He muttered "of course – if it is OK with Mrs Ellis". I think he would have agreed to anything. I thanked him and went back to tell Mrs Ellis the news. He was standing close to the door so I had to brush past him as I went out. My nipples brushed against his chest as I went out and he 'accidentally' touched my thigh. Now I needed Daniel's help as never before. I looked all over the building for him before I went to the server room. He pulled me inside and clamped his lips to mine. His tongue pushed between my teeth and snaked down my throat. He grabbed my arse with both hands and pulled me towards him, rubbing my crotch against his erect prick. I gently but firmly pushed him away, giving him a quick kiss to show I was not angry with him. "Later!" I said "You naughty boy. What are you doing over the weekend?" "Nothing?" It was more a question than a statement. "You are coming to stay with me for the weekend". I said. I knew this could be tricky for him. "I need your help. You check that you are free and I will come down here about three o'clock so we can make the arrangements." Then I spoke with Mrs Ellis. She was expecting a new batch of work from Mr Edwards's secretary the very next week. Mr Edwards was a manager in Marketing and his work always had a lot of graphs and charts. She promised that we could have a look through it when it came in and I could do some of it if I was certain that I knew what to do. I was starting to have a problem with Mr Jones. He always seemed to be standing where he would be in my way, leaving just enough space for me to squeeze through. I took a good look at him while he was talking to one of the other girls. He was in his late 30s, with sandy hair and a small moustache. He was not bad looking, if I ignored his rather week chin. I knew he was married but having him once would be OK provided it would stop him from being a bothering me. It was 3:00 and I went down to the server room. I took the precaution of calling in the ladies on the way and taking off my panties. Daniel opened the door as soon as he heard my knock on the door. He looked like a puppy with a new bone. "Yes I can stay with you!" he said. "When shall I come? What will we be doing?" "We will be shopping" I said "to buy a computer for me". He looked surprised but, having got his good news out of the way, his mind turned to other things. He walked slowly and deliberately towards me and pinned me against the wall. He started to kiss me. I took his right hand and moved it down and under my short skirt until it was pressing against my bare pussy. His kiss became more passionate and he started to rub my slit. I kissed him hard and undid his trousers and zip. I pushed his trousers and underpants down and reached for his prick. My skirt has a number of hidden pockets, one of which was occupied by my panties at the time. I reached into another one and took out a banana-flavoured condom. Then I pushed his hand away from my pussy and went down on my knees in front of him. I eased the condom onto his prick and started sucking. This was another new experience for Daniel. The slight look of disappointment that had crossed his face when I moved his hand soon changed to a look of ecstasy as he discovered the pleasure that a good cock-sucker can offer. Within a couple of minutes he was gasping his way to orgasm. I had not bothered to use a condom with Daniel when I fucked him. I knew he was a virgin, so I was not scared of catching anything. I used a condom on this occasion to make cleaning up easier. I did not want to have to clean his cum off my blouse before I went back to work! I stood up when he had climaxed. I carefully removed the condom – taking care not to spill anything – and sealed it in a freezer bag for later disposal. I wiped Daniel and myself clean with a couple of towelettes taken from my so-useful pockets. I also took out my panties and put them back on. A quick spray of perfume completed repairs. "Eleven o'clock Saturday" I said, before going back to the office. ... to be continued ... Office Politics Ch. 01 I had been pacing the plush carpet for three days now. Stewing! Just couldn't let it go this time.I wanted to do the typical Girl thing. Stomp my feet! Pout! But, that wouldn't get me anywhere in this group. "The Boys Club". Wait, that's unfair. Really, I had earned my way to the top. They never used my gender against me. I know I am just grabbing at straws. It isn't because I'm a girl that they keep choosing HIM over me. Shoot, once they did choose me. But once out of sixteen battles, it just had me infuriated. What made it worse was that HE did have good ideas. I just couldn't seem to get past HIM. So, here I am, pacing in my 3rd floor office, in one of the nicest buildings in the city, frustrated at losing again. I stand at the window. My office is approximately in the center of the building. If I look down I see the fountain, with it's new age sculpture in the center. Across the way I can see the opposite building, identical to this one. Well, not exactly identical. They are the same on the outside, it is the inside that is different. In my building are the offices, getting bigger with each floor you go up. My office is on the 3rd, there are only 4 floors. I AM climbing that ladder. The other building is filled with analysts and salespeople, grouped together in cubicles. Also the conference rooms are there. Actually, directly across from my office is a conference room. As I look out the window I can see a conference in session. Not many people, maybe 9 or 10. They are close enough (maybe 40 feet away) that I can see their glasses of water. Normally this wouldn't seem strange, but I wonder because it is after 7pm, what in the world are they still discussing this late. As I stand looking out the window, I glance at my watch. Where is he? I have a friend on his way over, yet he is about 15 minutes late. Unusual because he is rarely late. I don't know why I called him and asked him to meet me at my office so we could go out for a drink. I know he really likes me, and I have told him I am not interested like that, but he keeps on hoping. I guess it is reassuring to have someone who is there when I need to talk. Just as I decide to call him, see where he is, have even sat in the desk chair to pick up the phone, I hear a knock at my door. Even as he walks in my door, I regret asking him over. He has obviously been drinking. He stumbles into the room. I look at him standing there, swaying a bit, and ask him "Really?" He looks at the chair and I can see he is judging the distance. I walk over to help him into it. I let go and watch him practically collapse in the chair. I walk back to the window. The conference room is dark now. The meeting must have ended. I turn and look at him sitting there. "Man, what have you been drinking?" He replies "Stolies" "Why?" "Why not?" Okay, now I know he is feeling cranky too. Hmm, I wonder what to do with him. I asked him over for a shoulder to lean on, and now it looks like he is gonna be leaning on mine. I look back out the window. Just as I turn back to him, I think I see a flash out of the corner of my eye and look back at the conference room. Nothing, still dark. Shaking my head I turn back to look at him, I swear I saw something. I decide to ask him if I should call him a taxi. "No" he mumbles. "I'll just sit here for a bit, then we can go out." "I don't think we need to go out with you like this." "LIKE WHAT?" He is getting just plain ol' ornery now. "You've obviously already had a few." He says something beneath his breath, I can't even hear. I come over to him and lean down to ask what he said, when he grabs my blouse and accidentally a couple buttons break loose. He is staring directly at my lacy bra. I stand up quickly and walk away from him, back to the window. I run both hands through my hair. Damn, what am I gonna do with him? I look back at him when I hear something. OMG he is snoring now. He passed out. Grrrr. I walk over to the cabinet and pour my own drink. Look down at myself. Sheese, looks like my new silk blouse is ruined. What a messed up week. I sit on the couch in the corner of the room and wonder what to do next. He is way too big for me to haul out of here. Just then I hear a soft tap at my door. Sh*t, what now! I head over to the door and open it just a crack to peer out. Just great it's HIM. "What do YOU want?" damn, didn't mean to sound so bitchy. "I thought you might need some assistance." Deep breath, relax, "Why would you think that?" I ask calmly. "Well, I was in the conference room across the way...." "You were spying on me?" I practically shout. "No, merely when the meeting was over I turned out the light and was winding down a bit, sitting in the dark relaxes me. I looked over and noticed you were having a bit of a problem." "Not a problem, I got it under control." "You were standing at the window, with your top wide open, running fingers through your hair, looking definitely NOT in control." At this point, I just simply turn back to the room and walk back to my drink by the couch, pick it up and down it in one gulp. It burns a bit as it goes down, but that's ok, I need the shock. I turn to face HIM, hold out my glass for him to refill. He walks into the room and takes the glass and fills it to the brim for me. "Thanks" I mumble. "Why do you dislike me so?" he asks. "It's not dislike so much as envy. You always get the assignments you know I want." "How is that my fault?" "GRRR, It isn't, it just pisses me off, OK!" "And who is this?" HE points at my drunk passed out friend. "Just a friend. He was supposed to help me get drunk tonight, but he started without me." "And your 'friend' did this?" he gestures to my top. He reminds me that I am standing there half exposed. O damn, this day is just getting better and better, NOT! "It was an accident, he didn't do it on purpose." "Well, I guess I can buy that. If it was on purpose he probably wouldn't be snoring right now, I know I wouldn't be." As I stand there wondering how to come out of this with any sense of power over Him, I suddenly have an idea. Power! now, I have never tried this before, but I decide what the heck, there's a first time for everything. I walk over to Him and push Him up against the wall and plant a rough kiss on His lips. I take a step back to see if I had achieved the desired effect. And what do I see? Amusement! He is almost on the verge of laughter! Well! Now I'm annoyed. It only gets worse as he says " That wont work dear." "What do you mean?" I ask. "I can tell, actually, I have known from the first time I met you." I look closely at him, "What have you known?" "This whole 'Woman in Charge' persona is your act, your cover." "I don't know what you mean." I turn away as I say this, His eyes are too penetrating. He takes a large step towards me, grabs my wrist, turns me to face him, lifts my chin roughly "Look at Me while I am speaking!" I stare at Him with shock, try to pull away. This just seems to make Him more insistent, as he holds my wrist tighter. It has begun to hurt a little, and I know if I struggle more it is gonna leave a bruise. However, a small voice in the back of my head is actually a little excited. I decide to face Him, square my shoulders, and ask "OK If this is just an act, what am I really?" "You're soft. You want someone to tell you what to do. You need to be freed from being the Boss. You've been waiting for someone strong enough to Make you let go." 'And I suppose You think You are?" "I know I am." He speaks quietly, confidently, it doesn't sound like a boast. Then he says next "Let me show you what you have been searching for." Now my head is telling me back away, this is not good, but the warmth spreading through my body from just His hand on my wrist, has me second guessing this instinct to run. I look up at Him and I know he can see me considering the offer. I have to give Him credit, He does not have a snide grin on His face, just an optimistic almost 'hope' I see there. This helps me decide. I take a deep breath and look back at His eyes, and ever so slightly nod. This is all He needs. He pulls me to Him and kisses my lips, thoroughly, aggressively, but not painfully. It seems to last for minutes. When He releases me, I am breathless, knees wobbly even. Then He lifts me briskly and practically tosses me onto the sofa. As I struggle to quickly sit upright, He stops me, placing His weight on my legs so I can't move. "Stay Put!" He says, as He lifts up to walk over to the door. I hear the lock snap closed. He slowly walks back to where I am lounged haphazardly across the sofa. Removes His tie. I'm wondering what He is up to now, as he leans over me with His silk tie. Then I know what He is doing and I try to struggle, but He just says, "shhhhh." I lay still as He ties my hands above my head, and then to the lamp post next to the arm of the sofa. I am feeling very vulnerable now, however, I am also feeling the slow tingle running through my body. I watch Him closely as He slowly unbuttons the rest of my top. He slides the fabric open and stares intently at my breasts as they rise and fall with heavy breaths. ( and wouldn't you know, my bra fastens in front, lucky me). He reaches down and snaps the bra open with one flick. My breasts are now completely exposed, nipples already erect with the excitement warming the air. Next I watch as He leans over me and reaches beneath my waist to unbutton and unzip my skirt. Slides lower on the sofa and begins to pull my skirt down my thighs, over my knees, all the way off over my feet. I feel my face reddening as he looks at my lacy little panties, I can't see but I think He can, that I am already a bit moist at the evenings proceedings. He walks over to my desk, I turn to look at Him as He slides open a drawer and removes my scissors. He walks back over to me and snips the two little sides of my panties, then gently slide the fabric between my legs, I can feel it pass over my lips and then my clit, my sharp intake of air draws His attention back to my eyes, I see a fire burning in them. Office Politics Ch. 02 Office Politics chapter 1 tells how ambitious Melisand has seduced virginal computer whiz Daniel to help her get out of her dead-end job. But first she has to deal with her boss, the lecherous Mr Jones. Before that, Daniel is coming to stay for the weekend ... === I managed to stay away from Mr Jones for the rest of the week. On Saturday Daniel arrived early. He stood around on the doorstep – too nervous to knock – until I saw him and let him in. I gave him a quick kiss and led him straight to the bedroom. This time he was much more confident. He put his arms round me and kissed me deeply. His hands moved slowly down from my back to my buttocks. He gently pushed me towards the bed before reaching up and undoing the waistband of my jeans. He unzipped me and started to stroke my pussy through my panties. I had been holding his waist, but I slowly unbuttoned his shirt and slipped it off. I then unbuttoned my own shirt and took that off – I was not wearing a bra. He waited until I was naked to the waist and then pushed me onto the bed. He took my jeans and panties off before joining me on the bed. He kissed my tits, teasing my nipples with his tongue, and pushed his finger into my pussy. He took off his own jeans and underpants and pushed them away. Then he went down on his knees and started licking my clit. I thought it was so sweet of him and I wondered where he had found out about cunnilingus. He was not very good at it – his tongue moved too fast and he kept licking the slit rather than the clit – but it was starting to get me in the mood. My breathing got faster and he must have decided I was close to cumming, as he got up and put his prick in my pussy. His control was much better this time and he slammed into me for a couple of minutes before cumming. I had to fake my orgasm again, but I had enjoyed our fuck and I did not feel frustrated this time. Anyway, there was still a lot of the day left! We had a quick shower and sat down to lunch. I have always believed that seafood has aphrodisiac properties so it was clam chowder. While we were eating, I told him what I wanted to buy. "All that!" he said, "It will cost a fortune. Let me make some calls." He spent about half-an-hour on the telephone and then we climbed in my car. The next couple of hours seemed to be a tour of industrial estates and private houses covering half of the city. But by the time we were finished we had bought a computer system for less than half of what it would have cost in a shop. As a thank you, I took him to a couple of clothes shops I know. He was not very keen on this at first, but seeing himself in some cool gear and having an admiring audience – me – soon overcame his objections. He insisted on paying for most of the stuff pointing out, quite rightly, that I had already spent a lot of money. We got back to my flat about 5:00. If he was expecting more sex he was disappointed and we set the computer up and installed the software. Daniel wanted to do it all himself but I insisted on staying with him, watching what he was doing and helping where I could. It was almost 7:00 by the time we had finally finished. I decided Daniel deserved a reward, so I unzipped his fly and took his prick into my mouth. He was not expecting this and it was only when I started sucking that he began to get hard. He unbuttoned my shirt and started to tweak my nipples. I took off my jeans and panties and turned my body to bring my pussy close to him. He eventually got the idea, lay on the floor and started to lick my pussy. I enjoy 69. There is a sharing that other forms of sex do not offer. I could match how hard I sucked and licked him to our level of excitement. I could slow down his climax to make him prolong my pleasure. However, there are limits to how much control even I can have and eventually I knew I could no longer stop him from cumming. I took his prick out of my mouth and finished him with my hand, letting him cum across my tits. Then I cleaned myself up and went to get dinner. This was a casserole that had been gently cooking all afternoon, leaving me free to watch Daniel set up the computer. Aside from putting a robe on, I did not bother to get dressed. Daniel tried to put his clothes on but I stopped him, although I eventually agreed to allow him to wear his new boxer shorts. After eating I led him back to the computer and we went on the Internet using Daniel's dial up account. First, he showed me all the technical sites I would need to help me to understand the technology and we bookmarked them. Then we started looking at other sites starting with Literotica. We were soon taking turns to read stories out loud to each other. Daniel liked Sci Fi and Non-Human best, while I liked Exhibitionist and Voyeur (but you might have guessed that!). As we read, we started to play with each other and then to act out some of the stories. I disconnected the computer and led Daniel firmly into the bedroom. We played with each other and made gentle love for a couple of hours before we finally drifted off to sleep in each other's arms. I woke when the early morning sun started to stream through the window. I disengaged myself from Daniel – gently, so as not to wake him – and jumped into the shower for a couple of minutes. I dried myself and went back to the bedroom ... Where I started to softly lick Daniel's balls and shaft. He started to get hard, even though he was still asleep, and I took the head of his prick into my mouth. I had started fingering my clit even while I was in the shower, so I was getting very horny. Daniel started to moan in his sleep, echoing my own soft moans as I finger fucked myself towards orgasm. He woke up and I started to suck him and stroke myself harder. It was only a few seconds before he came into my mouth – this time I swallowed his cum without a qualm – and I came with a great shudder. "What a wonderful way to wake up" he said with a grin "it beats an alarm clock any day." I grinned back at him and licked my lips theatrically. "Fancy washing my back?" I asked. We shared the shower. It was a romantic rather than a sexual experience – although obviously anything that involves me sharing a shower with a naked man has a certain sexual element. We soaped each other, giggling a bit when we got below the waist, and dried each other off. We did not bother to get dressed and Daniel was quite comfortable being naked in my presence. After breakfast – orange juice and toast – we returned to the computer. I made him take me through spreadsheets and charting packages, and show me how to get access to the various tutorials and exercises. I had used some of these when I was at college, and I soon started to get quite expert. Suddenly I noticed that it was 10:40. I stood up and told Daniel to get dressed. I helped him look through the clothes we had bought to choose something smart to meet my Mum and Dad. My parents are very good at respecting my privacy, but there is one absolute household rule. Sunday brunch is at 11:00, and if I happen to have anyone with me they come along as well. The sofa in my flat converts into a bed and my Mum and Dad are very good at pretending they believe that is where my men friends sleep. Daniel was not keen on going to see my parents. Maybe he thought it was a trick to trap him into a shotgun wedding. I put my foot down. "It is a house rule, you are a guest and we are going." I said. "It will be fun. They will not ask you about our relationship and they will not expect you to say anything about it." My parents and I operate a 'don't ask, don't tell' policy towards my sex life. They know I am no longer a virgin but they do not know – and do not want to know – who my lovers are or how many I have had. I went through a short period of keeping a running total in my diary of the number of my lovers but I stopped because I was afraid my Mum would see it – this was before I moved into my flat – and because the numbers were getting larger than I liked. Brunch is laid out on an old fashioned sideboard. Hotplates hold scrambled egg, hash browns, sausages etc. and there are plates of cold meat. Dad and Daniel were soon deep in conversation about Mervyn Peake's Gormenghast trilogy. After an hour or so I kissed my Mum and Dad goodbye and went back to my flat with Daniel. We got inside. "I want another sausage." I said, pushing my hand down the front of his trousers. He reached up and slipped the shoulder straps of my dress off. My dress slid down as far as my waist, although it could not go any further while I kept my hand on his prick. He reached behind my back and undid my bra. I used my free hand to undo his trousers. I let his prick go for long enough to let my dress fall to the floor and to take my panties off. He pulled his shirt off over his head while I took down his boxer shorts. I grabbed him by his prick and led him – carefully – over to the armchair. I pushed him down into the chair and dropped to my knees in front of him. Instead of taking his prick into my mouth, I started gently kissing, licking and stroking it. As he got more excited I took my tongue and fingers away for a few minutes. I kept teasing him in this way and he stayed hard without cumming for an hour. I had been stroking my clit to keep myself horny, so my pussy was soaking. After an hour I took mercy on him. I stood up and lowered myself onto his erect prick. There was not much room to move in the chair so I tightened and loosened the muscles of my pussy until we both came. I had timed things just right and this was the first time I had a real orgasm while Daniel was inside me. "What did you do that for," he asked, when he finally got his breath back. "You need to learn control," I said, kissing him to show I was not being unkind. "If you can control yourself better you can make love for longer, which gives more pleasure to both of us. Now you wait here for a moment." I ran a bath for Daniel. I soaped him very carefully and thoroughly before joining him in the water. His toes played with my pussy while my feet played with his prick. We stayed in the bath until the water started to get uncomfortably cold. I spread three thick towels on the bathroom floor before getting out and lying down with my legs spread wide open. Daniel was quick to take the hint and got out of the bath to join me on the towels. He knelt down beside me and started to stroke my slit and push his fingers in and out of my pussy. I smiled at him to show my approval. After about five minutes of this he climbed on top and put his prick into me. My lesson on patience may have worked – or maybe it was just because he had cum so often over the weekend – but he slowed down. I bucked my hips and gasped as I came closer to my climax. Finally I came as he shot into me. We used to towels to dry ourselves off and clean ourselves up. I put on a pair of cami-knickers – very lacy, very French, very revealing – and a short crop top that only covered the top half of my nipples. Daniel put on his boxer shorts and we went back to the computer. I still have fond memories of that afternoon. Daniel would show me something clever on the computer. Then I would show Daniel something pornographic on the Internet. Then we would make love for a while. This was companionable, friendly sex. Neither of us had an orgasm that afternoon. Mostly we would read or see something on the Internet and then decide to try it out. After a time we decided to write a 'pillow book'. We took pictures of sexual positions from the Internet and scored them depending on whether they were anatomically possible (not all of them were), how comfortable they were and how much pleasure they gave. We gave them star ratings from one star (never) to five stars (definitely worth a try). I really enjoyed writing our pillow book. I learned a lot about editing text and pictures, about capturing stills from video footage and about enhancing images. I even learned a few sexual positions that I had not previously known about. Then we broke for dinner – meat fondue followed by chocolate fondue. We behaved very well until dessert. I suppose I started by rubbing my tongue over a strawberry in what can only be described as an erotic way. Daniel picked up on the theme by obscenely licking the inside of a peach. Things really started to happen when I took my crop top off and smeared chocolate over my nipples. Daniel peeled a banana as he walked round the table. He pushed the banana between my breasts as if he was titty fucking me and took turns at licking my nipples and biting his banana. I took down his boxer shorts and anointed his prick with chocolate. Taking a strawberry from the bowl, I rubbed it up his prick and rolled it between my lips before biting it. Then I dropped to my knees to lick the rest of the chocolate off of him. I sucked him until he was hard. Holding me down on my knees, he went behind me, slipped my cami-knickers down to my knees and knelt down behind me. He slipped his hand between my legs, putting his thumb in my pussy while massaging my clit with his forefinger. He took away his hand and teasingly probed my asshole with his finger. Then he put his prick in my pussy and started to thrust into me. I reached between my legs and massaged my clit as he pounded me. My nipples were touching the floor and its cold hardness made them stand. He gasped as he came off but left his gradually-subsiding erection in my pussy. I continued to rub myself until I climaxed. The final tightening of my pussy muscles drained his last drops of cum. I looked at the clock and then turned to him. "And that, I think, leaves you just enough time for a quick shower before you have to get home." I packed for him while he was in the shower. "Thank you for a lovely weekend," he said before kissing me goodbye. On Monday morning Mrs Ellis, the office supervisor, took me to see Amanda. She was one of the departmental secretaries in Marketing Department. I was a bit disappointed because I had thought that I would be working directly for one of the managers. The departmental manager, Mr Edwards, came out of his office and started talking to Mrs Ellis. In his mid-40s, he obviously kept himself fit and had a slight touch of grey hair at the temples. He wore a very smart suit and smelt of expensive soap. I thought he was pretty good looking. "This is Melisand," said Mrs Ellis, "she will be helping me to work on your report." He looked slightly surprised. "The Friday report?" he asked. Mrs Ellis nodded. He turned to me "How long have you been at the bank?" he asked. "About a month," I said, "but I used to produce reports like this at college". This was a complete lie. He looked a bit sceptical. "Well, if Mrs Ellis is sure …". He left the sentence hanging. Then he scribbled a number down on a scrap of paper. "Mike will help you. He knows what we need. Any trouble, just give him a ring." Mrs Ellis told me about Mike on the way back to the office. "Mike is a graduate trainee, working as one of John's executive assistants. He is frighteningly clever. He is a nice boy – I am sure you two will get on." There was a definite twinkle in Mrs Ellis's eyes as she said this and I started to look forward to meeting Mike. We got back to Mrs Ellis's desk and I put down the papers Amanda had given us. "How do you want to split it?" asked Mrs Ellis. I said that I was quite happy to do the whole report. Mrs Ellis looked surprised. "Well if you are sure," she said "I will take you off other work and see how you get on. I will check on how you are doing on Wednesday morning." Mr Jones was making a real nuisance of himself. Luckily he and Mrs Ellis had a meeting in the afternoon and I was able to make some arrangements while the other girls were taking a coffee break. I put my date with Daniel off until the next day. I found working on the report much more interesting than my usual work. For the first time I was able to get an understanding of what the bank was trying to achieve. Most of it was quite straightforward but I was glad of Daniel's coaching in a couple of places. I stayed behind late, saying I wanted to work on the report. All the other girls were gone by 5:15. Mrs Ellis got up to leave about 5:45 and asked me if I wanted to leave it until tomorrow. She had a worried look in her eyes, but I told her I would be OK and I wanted to do a bit more work. That left me alone with Mr Jones in the office. It always got hot in the office in the afternoon, and I had already undone the top two buttons of my blouse. I played with the third button to loosen it in the buttonhole, so that it would come undone when I stretched. I saved my work and yawned, popping the button open. Mr Jones's eyes had been on my blouse for most of the afternoon. Suddenly he was standing beside my desk with his hands on my tits. I was wearing my platform bra again and he lifted my tits out and started massaging my nipples. I stood up and backed away until I was standing with my desk pressing against my thighs. He followed and started to rub himself against me. I pushed him back slightly and dropped to my knees in front of him. I opened his zip and took out his prick. I slipped a flavoured condom over his shaft – unprotected sex with Daniel was one thing but I did not know where Mr Jones had been – before taking him in my mouth for a couple of minutes. Then I stood up again and leant back against the desk, opening my legs slightly as I did so. He pushed me down onto the desk and spread my legs apart. Pushing my thong to one side, he put his prick inside my pussy. I think that all men who work in offices have a fantasy about having a secretary across a desk. It seems to touch a basic part of the male libido. Mr Jones fondled my tits as he pounded into me. At a physical level, I found it quite enjoyable. He was a better lover than Daniel had been before my sex lessons and, even when raping me, his thrusts were rhythmic and deep. Or was it rape – after all, I had set the whole thing up? Even mentally, I did not find it too distasteful. After all, I had made him wear a condom and one willy in a welly feels very much like another. I could always close my eyes and think of Daniel. He slammed into me for about five minutes before he came. I waited until he was finished before pushing him away and standing up. I put on my tearful face. "Oh Mr Jones, what did you do that for? What have I done for you to treat me so badly?" He seemed a bit confused by my reaction – I don't know whether he was expecting me to thank him. He asked if I was alright and begged me not to tell Mrs Ellis. He did not seem worried about my reporting him to the bank or to the police – perhaps we thought no-one would believe me. He did offer to give me a lift home, which I refused. I walked home. The first thing I did when I got to my flat was to take a long, hot bath. I could not soak myself for too long, though, as I had a busy evening ahead. One job was to sort out the pivot tables for the report. I had a good idea of what was needed but I wanted to make sure that I really understood them so there would be no mistakes in my work. I also had little another job to do. It was well after midnight before I got to bed. In spite of that I got in to work early the next morning. Only Mr Jones and Mrs Ellis were there. Mr Jones looked a bit apprehensive. I waited until Mrs Ellis went to the post room before walking over to Mr Jones and handing him a CD. "I think you should see this." I said. I put the CD into his computer and started playing the .mpg file. As he watched, the colour drained out of his face. He was looking at carefully edited highlights of the previous night. I had left the blowjob out of it, but apart from that it covered the whole episode from the moment he grabbed my tits. I had used a touch of poetic licence at the end and had used video editing software to add faint tear tracks to my face. To anyone watching it, it would be obvious that Mr Jones had raped me. Office Politics Ch. 02 He asks, "Shall I continue?" I'm torn. I know that once I admit to the feelings burning through my body there will be no turning back, if it isn't too late already. Yet, my mind is fighting, creeping into my thoughts are such things like 'how will I be able to work with Him after this?' , and 'if I let my guard down, will He ever have the respect for me as a competent member of the company?'. I stare up at Him, trying to decide. I see His expression change, and almost as if He can hear my thoughts, He smiles at me softly, leans over and slowly kisses my lips, then down to my cheek, my neck. He stops at my ear and whispers to me. "Our personal lives shall not interfere with our working environment. I would never use My dominance in private to hurt you or distress you in any way, I am not that Man." He straightens up, and grins a wide smile, "Besides, sometimes I think your ideas around here are even better than Mine. Very creative." As He glances down at my naked form, "and you never cease to impress me." With these words rolling around inside me, I can feel my body relax, my resistance fading away. I look back at Him, a small smile on my lips, as I nod in agreement. Finally feeling at ease with my decision, I allow my head to go along with my body and let HIM lead me, It feels SO natural, like this is what I have always been needing, but not allowing myself to admit it. He lowers His head to mine once more, bites my neck, as I yelp and come back to the moment. He stands and places His blazer over the arm of the couch, just barely covering my eyes. I can see His shadow moving, from under the edge of the fabric, but that's all I could see. I decide to just close my eyes and let His touch and the sounds be my guide, to just be in the here and now, feel every emotion. I sense that he is leaning over me again, I can smell his scent. Then as His hand cups my breast, I feel my nipple rolled between His thumb and finger. I hear a low moan, and realize that it is coming from me. Teeth on the other nipple holding it still as His tongue flicks over it has me gasping now. The sofa sinks down a bit as I feel him sit on the edge next to my hip.I feel his other hand softly begin to rub my belly, then a little pinch. OMG all the sensations rolling through my body is overwhelming, I feel a trickling of moisture run from me, down the crevice to the leather below me. I rub my thighs together to try and ease the slow throb building there. I then feel Him rise from the couch again. His feet softly pad back over by the desk. I hear drawers being open and closed, like He is searching for something. "I wish I had known about this evening," He says " I could have come prepared." Another drawer opens and closes. "AH! This will do nicely." Over to the bar He walks. I hear a cabinet open. "Hmmmm, and maybe this." As I hear Him come back to me, every nerve ending tingling, I wonder what He is going to torture me so pleasantly with now. AGHH!!!! I feel as if my nipple has been burned. Then suddenly I realize, not burned, frozen. He has ice rolling it along the tips of my breasts. Down along the curving mound, across my belly, a drips melts and runs down my side. Over to the opposite hip, even farther down, to the top of my thigh. I lean my head farther back on the arm of the sofa, as a moan escapes my lips. My back arching so slightly. My thighs still rubbing together, trying to ease the pressure building. Then I feel liquid poured directly onto my sex, across my clit it runs between my legs to the leather sofa beneath me, till my cheeks feel like they sitting in a puddle. At the same time I feel a tingly fizzy sensation. And a new scent reaches my nose. Then it dawns on me, mmmmm, bubbly champagne, foaming between my 'flowers' lips and stimulating my clit without a touch from Him. WOW!! this Guy is good. Every move is building inside, yearning, ready to burst, but still needing more. Next I fell His tongue licking my mound, a hand slides between my thighs and roughly pushes my legs apart. Then as if trying to confuse my senses He gently licks the inside of first one then the other thigh. I'm suddenly startled as He buries His nose between my legs and I can here Him sucking the champagne from the couch beneath my tush, His tongue barely touching the crevice as he licks up all of the bubbly effervescence. I am held in suspended ecstasy and yet constantly changing new sensations. The intense feelings are almost more than I can comprehend. The arousal, more than I have ever experienced so far. I am brought back to the present when I feel His weight shift next to me. My entire body is awake and waiting for the next assault to my senses. When I feel the pressure of His palm on the mound in the center of my hips I feel the need to lift and press back. Then GASP as I feel Him pinch between His thumb and finger the already tender nub of my clit. However, as I let my hips rise for more, I feel Him pull His hand away. Leaving me to moan in frustration. But not for long as I hear a soft humming and then feel a new sensation. It doesn't take me long to realize what exactly He has found in my desk drawer. My back massage! But I do not have long to consider this because as He rests it on the most sensitive part of my body at the moment, I also feel the shock of His first penetration, sudden and almost savage at first, then His fingers slowing to stroke me from the inside as I feel a yearning build within. This is all almost too much for me to bear, I feel a tear slide across my face and into my hairline, and I am glad for cover beneath his jacket. I don't have long to consider the cause for soon He has me thrashing wildly beneath His nimble fingers stroking the fires burning inside. I am SO close now, I can feel a the climax building threatening to explode. And then He stops again. Damn it, OMG. So close. What will He do to me now. As He rises, I sense He has come to stand above me at the end of the sofa. Then He unties my hands, lifts His jacket from my face. Then He helps me to stand, my legs are a bit wobbly. :) At the same time I notice His own hands are not as steady as I had assumed. I am surprised, does this have as much of an effect on Him as it has on me? I glance down to His pants...It seems it does. He leads me across the office to my desk. Then as He stands behind me, leans over and whispers to me,"Lean over, please." I turn to look into His eyes, but He just looks back at me, calmly waiting. Then I almost smile as the thought comes to me..'In for a penny, In for a pound' And I lean over my desk in front of Him. I feel Him as He runs His hands along my cheeks up to my hips along my back and into my hair. There he grabs a handful and lightly pulls, then lets go. The His hands are back at my ass, rubbing then grabbing two handfuls and squeezing. I giggle and smile a bit at this. And push my butt back into Him standing behind me. I hear Him take a sudden deep breath, and think 'could I actually be arousing Him?' I look back at Him again, and I say just two words, "More, Please" Then I see the fire of passion burning in His eyes, as if He had just been holding back for my sake. I watch as He opens His belt buckle, lowers His zipper, and lets His pants fall to the floor. Then He steps up closer to me and roughly pushes my legs farther apart with His knees. As He reaches up into my hair again and pulls it harder now, I am sure He is just going to bury Himself inside me with no warning. But I am wrong again, as He leans over and whispers to me, "Tell me what you want." I look at Him. "What?" "Tell me what you want." He says again, then bites my earlobe. "I want you." "NO, tell me what you want me to do." "OH!" "Tell me, if you want me to continue." He says "I want to feel you inside me." says I "What do you want to feel?" I can feel my cheeks blush, but I say it, cause I am so aroused I need to be fulfilled. "I want your cock buried deep inside me. Please!!" And then He did just that. I shuddered as I felt the the head then the length of His shaft penetrate steadily into me, all the way, until I could feel Him bump up against my cervix. And then He stopped. Just held still, as I felt my body adjust to the fullness, I could feel the throbbing begin to increase. And still He didn't move. I pushed back against Him. Still He didn't move. "Arghhh, damn, please, I need more!!!" I screamed. Then He started to slowly pull out and then just as slowly push back in. And with each stroke I could feel the mounting tide within me. "MORE, MORE!!!" I was begging loudly now. As He increased the tempo, I didn't know how much longer I could hold on. Then He reached around me and pulled me up, my back against His chest, one of His hands grabbed a breast and began pinching my nipple, the other hand down between my legs rubbing my clit. I could no longer hold back the wave that washed over me. As the pulsing of my muscles climaxed, gripping His cock from within, I felt His release only moments after my own. We stood still, grasping each other as the waves subsided. I was in complete awe, I had never felt an orgasm quite so powerful as that. My knees were still weak. As I felt Him slide out of me, I collapsed into my desk chair and just sat there for a moment, watching as He pulled up His trousers, and buckled His belt. Then He looked up at me as He realized I was staring at Him, started to say something.. "You damn CUNT, If I had known you liked it rough, I could have done that years ago." I jumped up quickly and grabbed the edges of the blouse I still wore, pulling them together, trying to cover myself. Embarrassed and shocked. I had completely forgot about the drunk ass passed out in my other chair. Before I could respond to his outburst though, I saw him picked up out of same chair and tossed across the room. Then He walked over and picked him up again, drug him across the floor towards the door. Before He bodily tossed him out the door, He said, "You don't deserve to lick the dirt off her heels." I just stood there speechless, I was starting to feel ashamed, and it must have shown on my face, because He then walked over to me, put His arms around me. Then He said quietly to me, "The most precious gift you could ever give me is your trust, don't ever think I will let you down that easily." Office Politics Ch. 02 We had bought the webcams at the weekend. Daniel and I had had a lot of fun on the Sunday, videoing ourselves making love and then playing the video back to get us in the mood to make love again. While Mr Jones and Mrs Ellis had been in their meeting I had concealed two web cams at the back of the office, so that the viewer would see Mr Jones's face but would not see my half-open blouse. I had removed the web cams before leaving, while Mr Jones was in the toilet cleaning himself up. The web cams fed into a powerful computer used about once a month by Research department. Daniel had installed a trojan on this computer, in case he ever ran short of processing power at home. When I got to my flat I dialled in through the Internet and used the trojan to tell the computer to encrypt the files and email them to my machine. All I had to do then was to use the trojan to delete the files in Research department and use my own computer to edit them and create the CD. Mr Jones watched the video it right through to the end. He turned to me, ashen-faced. "What do you want?" he asked. I suppose he thought I wanted to ruin his career or to blackmail him. "Nothing," I said, "yet! I want you to stop trying to rub yourself against my breasts every five minutes. And if I put in a request for a transfer out of this section I want you to approve it." He cheered up now he knew I was not after revenge. "Of course!" he said, "No problem. And I am very sorry about last night. I do not know what came over me. What shall we do with this?" He took the CD out of his computer, holding it is if it was an unexploded bomb. "Keep it as a souvenir," I said, "but don't leave it where your kids can find it." I was back at my desk before Mrs Ellis got back with the post. If she thought the atmosphere was a bit strained she did not say anything. ... to be continued ... Office Politics Ch. 03 Ambitious Melisand wants to get out of her dead-end job with a move to the Marketing Department. Office Politics chapter 2 told how she made sure her lecherous boss Mr Jones would not try to stop her. Now she has to impress Mr Edwards, the Head of Marketing, and without sharing too much of the credit. === I finished the report for Mr Edwards in the morning. It did not take me long, as I had worked out the pivot tables the previous night. We did not have a colour printer in word processing section and I was meant to take it to Amanda, one of the departmental secretaries, who would review it and print it off in Marketing. That did not fit with my plans at all. Research department had a colour printer, and I had installed the driver and attached it to my computer. They always had a meeting from 10:00 to 11:00, so I had plenty of time to print a copy of the report and pinch it off the back of the printer. Even if anyone saw me, the document I was taking was obviously from Marketing so I could simply say that it had gone to the wrong printer and I was collecting it for Mr Edwards. Amanda had given me a copy of the previous month's report as a sample, and there were a few areas where I thought the presentation could be improved. I saved my work and created a new version, making these changes. I just had enough time to print and collect the changed report before 11:00. Then I telephoned Mike and asked if I could see him. Mike was one of Mr Edwards's executive assistants. He said to come up at about 11:30. Mrs Ellis, the office supervisor, had been busy most of the morning, but she came up to me at the coffee machine. "How are you?" she asked. I told her I was fine. "I hope you were OK last night," she asked with obvious concern, "I am not sure it is a good idea to stay in the office after everyone except Mr Jones has gone." "I am quite alright," I said, "nothing happened that caused me any distress." She did not look entirely reassured, but she went back to her desk. She did not ask me about the report. I went to Marketing department just before 11:30 and asked for Mike. I was surprised to be shown into a spacious and well-appointed office. The bank clearly thought Mike was going places. He stood up as I came in, showing me to a chair by a side table before sitting in the chair opposite. Mike was very tall and quite slim. He was in his early twenties and very smartly dressed. He had slightly long, blond hair and blue eyes. His suntan suggested a winter skiing holiday rather than a sunlamp. He gave me a friendly grin and said "Melisand, John Edwards told me you were helping us on the Friday report. How can I help you?" "I have been looking through last month's report," I started, "and I think there are a couple of places where the presentation could be improved." He looked surprised. I put the old report down on the table and showed him the parts I thought needed changing. "I hear what you are saying," he said. "Tell me how you would change them and explain why this would improve the report." I put the unchanged copy of the new report on the table. "Look at this figure here," I said, "this shows this month's figures in the same format as last month's. If I put lines here and here," I indicated the place on the report "and print the totals in bold the whole thing is much clearer. Like this," I showed him the same figure in the new report after my changes. He compared the two reports for a couple of minutes. He looked warily at me, "and the other changes?" I showed him the other changes I had made. He spent a few minutes looking at them and then I explained how they would improve the report for a few minutes. He picked up the telephone, "John, do you have a minute?" He put the telephone down. "John will be able to see us in about 15 minutes. Would you like a cup of coffee?" I said yes and he called one of the secretaries to get two coffees. We talked while we drank our coffee. He questioned me about my background, what I enjoyed doing and my ambitions. I don't want to make it sound like an interview – Mike was a very easy person to talk to, and I think that was an important reason for his being so successful – but he probably learned more about me in that short conversation than Mr Jones had done in an hour-long interview before I joined the bank. Mr Edwards's secretary called us and we went in to Mr Edwards's office. This was about the same size as Mike's but the furniture and fittings were much more expensive. Mike started, "John, Melisand has some ideas about how we can improve the Friday report." "Do we need to?" asked Mr Edwards, in a half-joking, half-irritated way. Mike put the reports down on Mr Edwards's desk and went through the changes in detail with him. He explained why the changes would improve the report and showed how they would benefit the people who used the report. He occasionally asked me to explain how I had managed to produce a particular effect. After about twenty minutes, Mike turned to me. "Melisand, how did you manage to print this in colour? There is no colour printer in the word processing section and someone would have stopped you if you tried to print it in here." I put on my most innocent expression and told them about the colour printer in Research department. Mr Edwards said, "strictly speaking, you are not authorised to use that." I put on my little-girl-caught-with-her-fingers-in-the-sweet-jar face and said I was sorry but I had not realised. Mr Edwards grinned and said that he was glad that I had ignored that rule, provided I did not do so again. "Could you excuse us for a few minutes, Melisand?" asked Mr Edwards. I went out of his office and talked to his secretary for about ten minutes. Then Mike asked me to come back into the office. It was Mike who spoke. "Melisand, you have come up with some good suggestions on the report. John and I both agree that it will greatly improve its quality. On the other hand, you seem to have shredded the rulebook. You have used a printer you are not authorised to use. You have also made these changes without talking them through with Mrs Ellis. We are not quite certain whether we should promote you or sack you." I looked suitably contrite. Mike continued, "If we decide to let you continue working on this report, how long do you think it will take you to finish it?" "I need to tick the figures back to the papers Amanda gave me," I said, "and someone should proof read it. If Mrs Ellis has time to proof read it this afternoon it should be with you by this evening." "Today!" exclaimed Mr Edwards. "Are you telling me you have finished it, working on your own, in a day and a half?" I nodded. "Take her away, Mike," said Mr Edwards. Mike grinned broadly and led me back to his office. We sat at the side table again. "That was some show you put on," said Mike, "I thought John would have apoplexy. Is it really finished or was that bluff." "I need to tick back the figures and I want someone to proof read it," I repeated, "but aside from that I believe it is finished." He picked up the telephone. "Mrs Ellis," he said, "are you free to do some proof reading for an hour or so?" He put the telephone down and turned to me. "We usually tick back the figures ourselves. If you can go and see Amanda I will ask her to go through it with you. I have asked Mrs Ellis to come over to proof read it and she should be here in about ten minutes." He showed me out of his office and led me over to Amanda's desk. The next hour was one of the most nerve-wracking of my life as Amanda and Mrs Ellis examined the report on a line-by-line basis looking for mistakes. Eventually they gave up and Amanda telephoned Mike to say that it was correct. Amanda led us back into Mike's office. Mike was in an expansive mood. "I am not sure how you did it Melisand, but thank you very much. And thank you Mrs Ellis for proof reading it at such short notice. Perhaps you can have a word with Mr Jones to make sure Melisand is available to work on this report on a regular basis. Getting it out on the Tuesday is remarkable!" Then he turned back to me. "Melisand, you need to email the report to Amanda so she can have it printed. We will have to remove your access to the Research department printer, I am afraid, but I will ask Daniel to connect you to one of our colour printers. I think we may have some more work for you very soon." Daniel was the systems administrator. I was also dating him and he had taught me most of the tricks I had used in the report. Instead of taking me back to the word processing section, Mrs Ellis steered me towards the coffee shop. This was empty at this time of day, and she bought a couple of coffees and we sat down at one of the tables. "I know what happened last night," said Mrs Ellis, "that worm Jones can't keep any secrets from me. What are you going to do?" "Nothing," I said. "He did me no lasting harm and he will not go near me in the future. I hope this will scare him so he does not try anything like that on anyone else." "You are playing a very dangerous game, Melisand," said Mrs Ellis, "and I hope you do not get out of your depth. Are you going to ask for a move to Marketing?" "Probably, eventually. I want to go in as more than 'the girl who does the Friday report', though." "I can see that." Mrs Ellis sat deep in thought for a few minutes. "I can put in a good word with John Edwards and I am sure you can deal with Mike, but remember you are on trial now. You broke a few too many rules!" "I will be a positive saint from now on," I said. I gave her a cheeky grin to show that I did not really mean it. "You look after yourself," she said, "I would hate anything else bad to happen to you. We had better get back. You might as well pack up and go when we get back – you have had a trying couple of days." Daniel was waiting at my computer when we got back to the office. "You are not allowed to attach printers and you are definitely not allowed to install drivers," he said. I looked suitably apologetic and murmured, "sorry." My contrite expression was getting a lot of exercise today. "I have attached you to a printer in Marketing," he said, "if you will come with me I will show you where it is. I have already printed a test page." The route Daniel chose led us past the server room and he tried to nudge me inside. "No Daniel," I said, "I had a late night last night, working on this report, and it has been a very busy day." I did not tell him about Mr Jones. "Mrs Ellis has told me I can go when I have seen which printer I am attached to. If you are finished we can go straight back to my flat. I do not feel like a drink tonight." He looked at me sympathetically, "that sounds fine. You look tired – do you want to give tonight a miss?" I was very tempted, but I had already put this date off from Monday. I managed a smile, "no, I will be fine when I am home and have had something to eat." The printer was near to Amanda's desk and we talked briefly while Daniel checked that the test page had printed properly. Amanda is a tall Chinese-American girl in her late twenties. Her beautiful, long, black hair is her most striking feature. She was wearing a well-tailored and very expensive suit over a silk blouse. I realised that I would need to do something about my wardrobe if I did move to marketing. I went back and cleared my desk. Daniel was waiting outside for me and we walked back to my flat. We did not talk. We passed a chemist's shop on the way and Daniel said, "wait here" and disappeared inside. What was he looking for, I wondered. Condoms perhaps? I had known I was safe with him, but what did he know about me? Did he even know about Mr Jones raping me? It had not taken Mrs Ellis long to find out. Anyway, I had used Daniel's trojan to transfer the .mpg file and if he had been monitoring that he could have seen everything. He came out with a very large bag. Not condoms then, unless he had bought a lifetime supply. I looked down at the bag, but he smiled and put his finger to his lips. Daniel's visit to the chemist had piqued my curiosity and I found myself becoming excited and even sexually aroused in spite of my tiredness. We got to my flat and Daniel walked straight into the bathroom and started running a bath. I followed to find him pouring some bath oil into it – at least part of the mystery was solved. He undressed me – very gently – and helped me in to the bath. Then he started to take scented candles out of the chemist's bag, light them and place them around the bathroom. I expected him to join me in the bath, but he did not. Instead he took the bag and two of my towels into the lounge. He put on some soothing music but did not return to the bathroom. At first I revelled in the sensation of the bath. I soaked my tired and aching muscles. I washed myself thoroughly as if to wash away the memory of the rape. I called, "Daniel, are you coming to join me?" but there was no answer. I did not think he had gone – I would have heard the sound of the door – but last my curiosity got the better of me and I got out of my lovely bath and dried myself. I wrapped a towel around me and walked through into the lounge. Which was empty, but I could see Daniel through the open bedroom door. The towels he had taken were on my bed and I could see bottles of massage oil lined up on my bedside table. "Your masseur awaits," he said. I noticed that he had stripped to his underpants, so I guessed the massage might then go on to other things. Even so, I was charmed and touched by his gesture. Daniel really is a very sweet boy. I lay face down on the bed. He started at my shoulders, massaging away the tensions of the day. Then he moved down to my back. He massaged my buttocks, gently touching my asshole but not putting his hands between my legs. He continued down my thighs and legs before massaging my feet and kneading my toes. "Turn over," his said in a rather husky voice. His erect prick pushed at the front of his underpants. He started on my feet and worked his way up to my knees. As he moved up he concentrated on the inside of my thighs, slowly and gently opening my legs. He spent long minutes massaging my groin, flicking the tips of his thumbs against my clit and labia. Then he slipped off his underpants before kneeling on the bed between my parted legs. He continued the massage, however, working my pubic hair and my stomach before starting on my ribs. His prick seemed to be straining forward as his hands reached my breasts. His hands gradually climbed up my breasts until his thumbs reached my nipples. By now I was eager for him to enter me and I let out a low moan, deep in my throat. Taking that as a sign, Daniel pushed his prick into my wet, receptive pussy. I was so excited by his clever hands that I came before him, for the first time. He continued to thrust into me for several minutes after my climax before shooting his load. "Is that any better," he said with a grin as he climbed off the bed. "Oh yes!" I said enthusiastically. I made some salad and put out some cold meat and a bottle of wine for dinner. I enjoy cooking and I usually take pride in preparing food, but the last couple of days – and even the last couple of hours – had taken a lot out of me. But I was surprised to find that the food and a couple of glasses of wine made me feel more like my normal self. Over dinner I had told Daniel about the report and how I had solved my problems with the pivot tables. He nodded approvingly, but he went over to the computer and showed me a few useful short cuts. Then I reached across him and opened up our pillow book. We had both had such explosive climaxes that I did not expect any further fireworks that evening. But reading through the book, debating the number of stars we had assigned to the various sexual positions and discussing exactly what physical injuries we could expect from trying some of the more impossible ones aroused my libido. I was only wearing a robe – I had not bothered to get dressed earlier – and I shrugged that off and looked straight at Daniel. He peeled down his underpants – they seemed to be all he ever wore around the flat – and we went back into the bedroom. I lay flat on the bed. He leant over and starting licking and sucking my pussy. I gasped and started panting as waves of pleasure swept through me. "Sixty nine," I said, "bring that sweet cock of yours round here." He kept his mouth firmly on my pussy as he moved round to the side of the bed and climbed up. He knelt so he was straddling my face and I snaked my tongue round the end of his prick. Then I raised my legs to wrap them round his head, put my hands on his waist and flipped him over onto his side. I stroked and gently squeezed his balls with my hands as I sucked on the head of his shaft. I slowed down as his climax approached and his cum shot into my mouth as we climaxed at the same time.